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[The Writer]

IC:
" Can I ask you something? Why are you a stereotypical evil German?" she yelled, trying to prevent all sorts of choke holds.
Madness however, had mostly recovered and ran for the hidden exit. He slid down and looked around. "Jocasta?"

Edited by Trad of Law and Order, Jun 02 2012 - 05:11 AM.

[Kumata]

IC - Gadgeteer @ Manchester Airport

With a creak and a clang Gadgeteer seated himself behind Captain Code. He lowered the volume of his audio receivers, quieting the noise of the others' bickering so he could think. If Lady Hexas had a contact in a known Coalition meeting place, did that mean she was associated with the Coalition of Corruption in some way? Why had Negafire been sent to stop her, then? Perhaps she had double-crossed the organisation. And then of course there was the matter of Negafire's defection. Viktor didn't entirely trust that turn of events. Maybe... maybe Negafire was actually in league with Lady Hexas, and he and Captain Code were working together to lure the group into a trap? But if that were true, then surely they should have done so before the killsat was destroyed? Viktor mulled carefully on past events. He wanted to make sure he wasn't missing anything important... and if the group was being manipulated in some way, then he certainly wanted to know it before their flight was over...

[Dallas Winston]

IC: Saosin (En Route, Kansas, United States of America)

Tilian, meanwhile, sat and studied the faces of each team member. There was no one here he saw any explicit reason to distrust except Negafire/N-Ber; though his fear at the sight of Mr. Mystery seemed to be legit, that was probably how every Coalition member acted when faced with the founder. But if he were to doublecross him, why not do it right there, in the back room? Could it have been the fact that they could have risked the deaths of everyone onboard with a good enough sized fireball? Doubtful; Mr. Mystery could have teleported himself and "Ember" away, leaving he, Whistler, Gadgeteeer, Captain Code, and (apparently) Lone to fall to the ground and die in the crash.

Captain Code was another issue. He still felt nothing but disgust at the technopath, who was willing to obliterate an entire city just because he was bullied by a guy with some muscles and a bad attitude; he also didn't believe that Romulus was the only link to Lady Hexas that the Captain had used or had access to. But the fact was, as much as Saosin hated to admit it, they did need him. For the time being. But if he slipped up, that would definitely change. Gadgeteer would probably deal with him...

And, come to think of it, what about Gadgeteer? Though he wouldn't admit it, he had been half-bluffing to Captain Code when he said the Russian was ex-KGB. His mannerisms, though, made that story suddenly believable. The more and more he got involved with this team, the less and less he believed they were a team of solo heroes who had a Coalition plant in their midst. Out of the entire team, it seemed like the only person Gadgeteer had chemistry with was Lone, and when they left him behind at Jodrell to die, Gadgeteer had only urged them to go faster. If Lone hadn't gotten lucky and grabbed onto the plane, they would have lost one of their powerhouses, and there would be no way to find another one while Hexas remobilized. On top of that, Gadgeteer was undoubtedly receiving information from someone: his precognition-like ability to know exactly where to go and his information on the situation far outclassed anyone else's. That's to be expected of a team leader, but if the Russian had a handler, he was undoubtedly considerably less trustworthy than Gadgeteer. And that was saying something...

And then there was Hexas. Tilian had done his research on the shark-lady while on the flight to Manchester to meet with Gadgeteer's team, and he had come up with a grand total of...one news story on Yahoo! regarding the ransom note she had sent the world. In the last five hours or so, they had gotten closer to catching Hexas than any other team in the world, and the more the Californian saw of her operation, the more he was led to believe that she was merely a Little Bad, a front for someone else. Well, sure, it was plausible that she was the mastermind behind this little scheme, but generally, masterminds weren't so...well, shoddy. The Perun was ancient, an outdated piece of scrap and Cold War-era parts that happened to have one modern firing mechanism. Captain Code was poorly trained at best, and the fact that he was the only man guarding the firing mechanism for her one display of leverage seemed to indicate she had all the resources of a Third World intelligence agency. Probably less.

"Anything to eat in the mini fridge?" he finally asked N-Ber. No use theorizing on an empty stomach; not to mention, if there was trouble at the Sinful Saloon (and of course there would be) he might as well try not to stop and order food.

-Teezy

Edited by #firstworldtyler, Jun 02 2012 - 01:30 PM.

[Toa of Dancing]

Dieter Geist, Grau/Jocasta's Library\IC:

Grau just chuckled and, using his size, agility, and extreme density, forced Jocasta to the ground. He put his injured hand over her mouth to avoid her screaming. Or at least, he forced her own arm over her mouth. The pain was excruciating, but the other hand was busy. When Madness emerged, he pointed the gun at her face with the other hand, the one that wasn't wounded. This time, he had checked quickly to see that there were rounds in the clip. "Juzt give up. If you come villingly, I von't kill her, Madness. I might be a villain, and you probably don't truzt my vord. But if you give in, there will me a chance for her zurvival."

[Ymper Trymon]

OOC: I'd meant to toss this guy along a while before now, but couldn't think of a good way to have him walk in there - seeing as he's the sort of fellow who always has to be saying something, he couldn't just walk in, sit down, and nod at a few people.

IC(Mr. No-One): "Can you believe this!?"

The CIA agent walked into the hangar, slightly late, holding a cup of coffee in one hand, and what looked like a smart-phone in the other. On the screen of the phone - which he was holding out in front of him, flashing the screen to all present - showed the image of Paragon, and the tiny speaker on the phone was playing the audio of his speech.

"What a load. They are alive because we do our jobs. If he didn't occasionally prove useful, I'd ask your permission to arrange for this little ambulance-chaser to see what the people he's so angry at protect him and his naive little gang of protesters from."

[Lord of Adders Black]

OOC: Epsilon is approved

IC: Captain Code tried to shuffle away from Gadgeteer. He didn't seem to like the way he was being stared at

[thelonewander]

IC: (Lone)

Lone took a seat near Captain code, mainly to keep an eye on him. John started to run system checks on all systems, and put extra layers of firewalls, to keep the captain out. with the armor reporting all systems clear, Lone laid back, and thought through everything that had happened in the past few hours.

He had to ride a plane from the outside, which was not fun at all, was almost left to die at Jordell bank, and on the plus side, he kept that kilsat from going off long enough for it to be taken out. Not my best day, but at least i help saved countless lives.

The one thing Lone had notice about his team mates was that Gatdgeteer was very orderly. it was a nice trait in a leader, but screamed that their was something he has hiding. it didn't matter to Lone though, cause everyone has their secrets, and some would like to keep them under wraps.

the fact that Ember was coalition didn't phase Lone in the slightest. It didn't matter what who you fought for if you were fighting for the same outcome, at least that was Lone's reasoning.

[The Zytrix]

IC: Epsilon

"If Doug Tracey is in the building," Corey said into the microphone, "Mr. Baker would like to see you in his office." He heard his voice echo around the building via the intercom and sighed. A job as an office assistant wasn't exactly what he had hoped for when he reached LA, but at least it was something.
"Trent," his boss shouted at him, "have you finished filing those quality control reports yet?"
"No, sir," Corey replied, "I'll get right on it, sir." There was something in Mr. Baker's voice that demanded military-grade respect. That, or Corey had been stuck in that military training center/research facility/prison for too long.
After work, Corey decided to grab some coffee at the Cafe down the street. He was beginning to think that a caffeine addiction was setting in on him, but he decided to ignore it and ordered an espresso anyway. He expected that he would finish his coffee, go to his crumby, cheap apartment, turn on the TV, and vegetate for about an hour before he decided to go to sleep. What he didn't expect was someone to pull a gun on the cashier when he walked out of the door.
His hero instincts kicked into full gear, causing his normally blonde hair to turn brown. He threw the scarf that he always carried with him over his face, went back inside, and calmly walked over to the robber.
"Hey, buddy," he whispered, causing the guy to whirl around,"Look, I know we all get mad at the cashier sometimes, but really?" The gun was pointed at Corey now. With surprising speed and strength, he ducked down and punched the butt of the gun, sending it flying over the unsuspecting criminal's head. His leg shot out, smashing the now weaponless robber in the shin. As Corey had predicted, the target fell backwards with a groan, landing in a display filled with different pastries and coffee cakes. The cashier, who had been stunned before, snapped out of it and called 911.
Corey strode out of the store and into an alleyway, where he removed his scarf and changed his face and hair back to their "normal" appearance. Another job well done. Or at least, well done by Corey's standards.

Edited by Zyke the destroyer, Jun 02 2012 - 07:43 PM.

[Basilisk]

OOC: Posting my profile for approval. I've proof-read it, but there may be a few errors. Spoilered for size.

Spoiler

Real Name: Theodore C. Short

Alias: Dr. Creation

Appearance: When in civilian dress, he appears to be nothing more than an old gentleman wearing cloths about a century and three quarters out of date. When in his laboratory/bunker however, he typically wears a stylized lab coat of his own devising, mixing the features of both a lab coat a military uniform straight out of the civil war. Despite its white coloring, he often wears this when out and about with robots as well. He features are unremarkable; his face is unshaven and wrinkling. His hair is a light gray and he is slowly losing it. He is not exactly out of shape, but his body is aged and fragile, forcing him to rely on his weapons and robots for protection, rather than muscle and brawn. His eyes are a pale blue. He rarely smiles, sporting a slight frown on most occasions. His current projects and purpose have stressed his body and mind, resulting in worry lines and more often not, bags underneath his eyes.

Power: Creation is exceptionally skilled with machines and robots, he has no real powers besides this, but his use of technology often compensates for this. When expecting to engage in combat, he often wields a handheld tesla coil capable of shorting out someone’s nervous system in short order. For more dangerous missions, he prefers a two-handed flamethrower of his own design. He is often escorted by clockwork robots, boxy bipedal machines rife with exposed gears and wielding Gatling guns or miniature cannons as parameters permit.

Appearance of the Robots: Since they’re a large part of his powerset, I’ve elected to add this in. His robots were designed quite long ago perhaps even before the concept of a robot existed in the form is known today. Their chests are little more than a large box with riveted together from metal plates, along the sides of this box various gears and pulleys can be seen, aiding the robot in its movement. Below the chest, connected to it by riveted metal plates, is a second smaller box, beneath these long legs with geared joints sprout. Its arms are much the same, though they originate from the sides of the chest. Its head is attached to a rotating cog atop the chest, the head is bit more organic looking then the rest of the robot, being circular in nature, its mouth is little more than a stylized sneer, its eyes are essentially two red bits of glass covering more sensitive equipment inside.

Allegiance: Solo Villain (by default, his intentions are good, but his methods extreme)

Area: Western Virginia in an isolated country manor, the manor is rotted and abandoned, beneath it in a bunker constructed long ago, Creation paces the hallways, crafting his technology and plotting the end of the modern world as it is currently known. The bunker is quite small, with only four or five rooms within it.

Bio:

“When I entered the preservation chamber beneath my manor, I had thought that the future would be better. Different, more worth living in then a time when brother slaughtered brother with wild abandon, I had thought that the basic goodness of humanity would prevail. I was wrong, when I emerged from my frozen sleep, I found nothing more but more of the same. Corruption, politicians slaughtering those they were supposed to protect in the name of country, whilst simultaneously receiving money from so-called ‘captains of industry’. I had thought that science would lead us to a better future, that it would improve the world in my absence. Science failed the world. I failed the world. But perhaps, there is still some redemption to be had, with the powers of science, surely I could purge the corruption at its core, replace the tainted heart of this nation with a pure and clean metal heart. I cannot stand by and let this continue.

I must act.”

Theodore C. Short has been dead for over one hundred and fifty years. At least, that is what the world thought. A brilliant inventor who was centuries ahead of his time, he spent his years at his family manor crafting a variety useful tools. His inventions were regarded with quiet bemusement by his family, who, if they had not seen them with their eyes, would have been convinced their child was a pathological liar. They elected to keep his inventions secret, for fear of what the nation would do to their son, or what their son could do to the nation. For a time, things went well.

When his parents passed, Theodore briefly ventured around the world before once again retiring to the manor to look after the family fortune. There he spent most of his life, constantly tinkering, adding onto the house and expanding the basement. Then the civil war broke out, bringing with it the worst of man. As a war raged, Theodore set to work on his greatest project, a chamber capable of preserving a human being in ice for centuries at a time. As a battle was waged around his family home and his inventions inside destroyed in the crossfire, Theodore entered the chamber and set it to awaken him many many years from what was, for him, the modern age.

He went under with dreams of a technocratic utopia in his head, but when he awoke and after some brief research (thanks to a wonderful invention called the “internet”) determined the state of the world, something in him broke. The technology was different, but everything else seemed the same. Bitterly disappointed, Theodore brooded in his manor for years, gathering bits of cast-off technology with what remained of his family’s gold. Now, however, with the aid of his machines he plans to burn away the corruption of the world and consequently, anyone who dares stand in his way.

[Chronicler of Ko-Koro]

IC:
Waving a screen in Mystic's face was probably a futile measure, but her hearing and Skyra's borrowed eyesight more than made up for that hindrance. Even without that, the thoughts she was picking up from Mr. No-One were more than sufficient. Try as she might not to pry, the intensity and emotion in the CIA agent's mind was pounding against Mystic's mental barriers. It was hard not to pick up a few things, although she did her best to avoid drifting any deeper into his mind.

"I... officially speaking, I should probably inform you that I wouldn't be allowed to authorize something like that," she said. "Off the records, however... his hypocrisy seems staggering."

As she spoke, there were emotions simmering just underneath her words. There was a ting of anger in her voice, to be certain... but also something else. Just a hint of bitterness - weariness, even - as if she was listening to arguments she'd heard a thousand times before and, slowly but certainly, it was beginning to wear her down.

[For Science!]

Edited by Chronicler of Ko-Koro, Jun 03 2012 - 01:03 AM.

[Transairion]

IC: Epsilon

Props for actually knowing how to spell Epsilon correctly. Esp (full name Epsilon) is only called Esp because I thought that's how you spelt it... at least we'll know who's who! XD

IC(Fellwyd): Having gotten no particular enjoyment out of Mastermind's first strike, Fellwyd wasn't all that keen on getting hit again, so he jumped several feet to the left, turning in mid-air as he did so. If he were any kind of optimist, he would have expected the saw to go sailing past him and crash into something, but, knowing he was dealing with a psychic, he was actually thinking that it would be more likely to pull a sharp U-turn as soon as it passed him

IC: Fellwyd was smarter than he looked (which in Mastermind's view, wasn't a very high standard to begin with), correctly predicating that the buzzsaw would come around again. Instead of a sharp U-turn, it instead made a wide, almost lazy turn as it began to come around for another run. However, Mastermind was also sending his remaining buzzsaw whizzing into the fray from another direction: being caught between them would be.... unpleasant.

The psychic hadn't moved from his spot, watching and fighting from a distance... he barely seemed to be putting much effort into the fight at all, clearly not considering Fellwyd much of a threat: fighting from a distance also meant he had some time to react should the creature display some actual power other than brute strength. You never wanted to be surprised by some sudden heat vision to the face, after all.

[The Writer]

IC:
Madness utilised one of his rarely used powers-mind reading. He looked and decided to go with the intangible guy's word. "Okay. Let her go."

Jocasta was about to strangle him. Why do you have to play the hero?! You could have shot his hands!

[Toa of Dancing]

Dieter Geist, Grau/En Route to Artcic HQ\IC:

Mind reading was an interesting power. It was useful, if your target didn't know you had it. It was also useful if your target wasn't properly trained in defending himself. Grau both knew and was trained, so he could portray a half-truth with some effort. Still, Madness was skilled. The villain had to give him credit. Still, he told the truth, just twisted it. With a quick motion, he slammed the grip of the pistol onto Jocasta's forehead (not hard enough to make Madness think he caused severe damage, of course), stood, and walked over to the hero, keeping the gun pointed at his friend. When close enough, he quickly pistol-whipped Madness in the forehead. Then, with two at the very least semi-unconscious bodies, he trekked through the alleys back to his tiltrotor.

[Toa Korkoa: Toa of plasma]

IC: Ember sighed and got up, crossing over to the minifridge. He inspected the contents and came back a moment later with a stack of sandwiches and a Coke. He cracked oped the soda and sat back in the pilots seat, placing the stack of sandwiches on the console between him and Tillian. "Prewrapped sandwiches. Again. Is that all these things stock now? Last time Plasmafire took one of these jets, they at least had microwavable meals in there..." Negafire leaned back and sighed, knowing that this stop at the Sinful Saloon would end badly...

OOC: Hey Tyler, what are the chances of us moving Magneta and Paige back to the League so they can jump in on a plot?

[Dallas Winston]

OOC: Strangely, I was about to ask you the same thing.

IC: Saosin (En Route, Sinful Saloon, Kansas)

Tilian shrugged and unwrapped the top sandwich, taking a bite: ham and cheese with mustard on rye. What? Who even came up with that combination--?

Hey. Not bad, actually.

"They probably didn't count on this jet being used today," he said. "As it is, the New York branch isn't gonna be happy that they have a newly empty space in their hangar..."

He took another bite of sandwich and held up his finger.

"Be right back," he said, standing up and moving towards an empty room in the back. "I have to make a call..."

IC: Siren (TMZ Headquarters, Los Angeles, California)

Paige finally turned around and shrugged, looking at Magneta.

"So...now that this fiasco's been settled, wanna head to the League HQ here in L.A.? I got some kind of text about something going down at an airport earlier..."

-Teezy

Edited by #firstworldtyler, Jun 03 2012 - 03:02 PM.

[Toa Korkoa: Toa of plasma]

IC: Ember looked through the sandwiches and grabbed a tuna fish one. He opened the packaging and looked at the sandwich for a moment. He then reached over and disassembled Tillian's sandwich, taking the cheese and putting it on his own. He reassembled Tillians sandwich and put his own between his hands, heating his hands and toasting the bread, effectively creating a tuna melt. He then turned in his seat and looked at the group, his eyes settling on Ivan and narrowing. If that guy hated psychics as much as he claimed, he'd probably hate Ember just for what he was.

IC: Magneta shrugged and nodded. "Sounds like as good a plan as any. I should check in with the League though, they might want their jet back." She took a step away from Paige and began to speak into her earpiece.

OOC: I'd like to get these two involved in the plot that's going on with Mystic, Skyra, etc. Are they in NY?

[Dallas Winston]

OOC: Time to bring back an old PC (now NPC) of mine...

NPC: Caige (FBI New York, New York City)

Christian Leto, since the Technax Invasion, could safely say that he had seen worse days. The League hero had come out of the woodwork rather less dead than he thought he would, and he had immediately applied for a job with the U.S. Government. Now, through wit, charm, ingenuity, and maybe a small amount of League assistance, he had risen to the position of the regional Bureau Assistant Director in Charge's favorite Special Agent. Since then, his League missions had been far and few between as he spent more time bringing the Bureau's enemies - which ranged from domestic terrorists to rogue supers to even sometimes other agents - to justice; the fact that Christian could break into the dreams of suspects was a nice touch. That said, when his phone rang, the last person he expected to be on the other end of the line was Tilian Pearson.

"FBI. Leto."

"Caige, it's Tilian."

Christian's eyes immediately rolled upwards a little bit.

"Listen, Til, buddy, I'd really like to help, you know I would. But as of right now, I'm dealing with no less than three national security threats. Between Hexas, the Danielle Thomas kidnapping, and the Professor Perdition assassination attempt at JFK International--"

"What? You're kidding."

"Did three people dead sound like a punchline to you? Anyway, between those three things and the Lupines massing in the Kazakh, the FBI is being punted right in the--"

"It's a lead on Hexas. I need someone with government resources. Resources I can't get anywhere else from a League jet."

Suddenly, Tilian had the FBI agent's full attention.

IC: Siren (Los Angeles, California)

"Sure thing. Whenever you're ready to go."

-Teezy

Edited by #firstworldtyler, Jun 04 2012 - 07:57 AM.

[Rumpelstiltskin]

IC: (Loadstone)
"Saving the world is a thankless job," Loadstone added, walking up to Mr. No-One and the others. His enhanced hearing had allowed him to hear enough of the conversation on his way over that he could jump right in. "Activists have been ranting and raving about the League for years. They seem to completely ignore that if it weren't for us, there wouldn't even be a world to argue about. Seriously, haven't we stopped two separate maniacs from trying to destroy the Earth within the span of a couple of months? Where's the credit for that?"

Tagging along silently behind Loadstone was Sugar Rush, looking somewhat out of place and impatient to leave. She gravitated toward Ultionis, sensing another individual who had little use for conversation. She kept shooting covert glances at Loadstone, though, seeming to appraise him as he spoke with the others.


~ Rumpelstiltskin

[Lord of Adders Black]

OOC: Oooh, a man out of time. Don't think we've had anyone cryogenically frozen yet. Which is odd, considering the style of the RPG.
Dr. Creation is approved

[Dallas Winston]

NPC: Caige (FBI New York, New York City)

"So...what do you need?"

"We're headed to the Sinful Saloon now to try and capture another one of Hexas' minions. This guy is a behemoth, Christian. Anything you have on him would be nice. Handle's Romulus."

Christian sat and thought for a second before rubbing his blonde hair and sighing.

"Alright. I'll see what I can get."

He opened up a tab on his laptop, leading to the FBI databases on supers, and typed in the handle Romulus, hoping to see something come up...

OOC: Up to TPTI to type what he finds...

-Teezy

Edited by #firstworldtyler, Jun 03 2012 - 05:51 PM.

[Kumata]

IC(NPC) - X-Calibur @ League HQ

"I can understand why Paragon feels the way he does," said X-Calibur as he joined the growing group. "I don't have superpowers, which makes me stand out a bit as part of the League. I can see why people feel that super-powered people are more privileged, and even why they hate you for it. But I've never felt that way myself because hatred is too easy - it's just a way of diverting the anger you feel towards yourself. The truth is, powers or not, all that really matter are your intentions." As always, X-Calibur was wearing his face-covering helmet. But there was a noticeable tinge of emotion to his voice. He clapped his hands together. "Anyway, are you all coming on the mission to Michigan? Miss Tress couldn't make it unfortunately, family emergency, but it looks like we've more than made up for her absence..."

Edited by Kumata, Jun 03 2012 - 06:14 PM.

[Lord of Adders Black]

IC: What Christian found was bad news. One of the most prominent uses of the codename 'Romulus' was that of a mercenary which every mentioned stated was known for being excessively brutal. He'd been deployed in most modern conflicts, though as his first appearance was in the Bosnian War it was believed he had a Balkan origin. Some reports noted his 'unique combat initiative' which was code back then for superpowers.
Overall it made for some pretty unsettling reading

[Dallas Winston]

NPC: Caige (FBI New York, New York City)

"Um...Tilian. You there?"

"I'm here, Christian. Have anything for me?"

"Um...how many guns do you have?"

He could almost hear Tilian doing a silent count, and he grimaced.

"One. We have a pyrokinetic, a battle suit, and a cyborg."

Christian's teeth clenched. This was not good, not good, not good at all...

"This guy's been selling himself to the highest bidder for armed conflict since the mid-90s, starting in Bosnia and working his way west ever since. Most recent records put him in Iraq, but then he dropped off the grid about three weeks ago. He's about 6'3, 225 pounds, most of it muscle. He's a fan of torture, mostly old Eastern European tactics. Some of them are tactics used pretty heavily in the gulags, Soviet forced labor--"

"I know what they are. Any battle strategies?"

"Shoot him."

"Much obliged, Sun Tzu. I'll talk to Gadgeteer."

Tilian disconnected and Christian Leto sighed, leaning his head back against his chair. This was a lot of muscle for a new shark on the block...

IC: Saosin (En Route, Sinful Saloon, Kansas)

Tilian walked out of the room and observed the group for a second without speaking. Finally, he looked at Gadgeteer.

"Eastern European mercenary. Fan of old Soviet torture methods."

-Teezy

[Kumata]

IC - Gadgeteer @ The sky above the Atlantic Ocean

Gadgeteer looked up at Saosin. A swell of paranoia passed through his mind - was Saosin just using a chain of logic (Gadgeteer has a Russian accent > must have lived in or around Russia > possibly possesses useful knowledge about Eastern European criminals) or did he know more about Gadgeteer's human side than he was letting on? The man was a League member. He could have access to all kinds of information. What if he knew exactly who Gadgeteer was and was keeping him close by, and when the mission was over he'd try to detain him?

Stop, Viktor told himself. This speculation was pointless and was only generating unnecessary anxiety. If his identity was known to Saosin - if action would later be made against him - he would deal with that when the time came. The worst thing he could do now was panic and attempt to leave the group. Aiding them until the mission's conclusion would, in a best-case scenario, convince them that he wasn't a criminal, and in the worst-case, it would earn him a comfier prison cell. Shunting his concerns about being found out to the back of his mind, he considered what Saosin was asking of him.

"I think," Viktor was sure to make himself sound less certain than he was, "his style of fighting will be... violent. Perhaps very bloodthirsty. If we fight him this will make him dangerous at close-range. Myself and Lone should engage him this way. You and Ivan circle him; use your guns, stun weapons, anything projectile. Ember flies up high, attacking from a distance Romulus cannot reach. If we encounter resistance from other villains, Ember must create a wall of fire to block them from us. All we need is time to get Romulus and go..."

[Basilisk]

IC (Dr. Creation, Virginia, Bunker below manor)

He was mildly surprised the world had not burned to the ground. The events of which he had read about had shaken his faith in humanity to its core. He had asked himself how a species that was basically good could have committed such actions, how they could have allowed such actions to happen in the first place? He had to face the truth then. Perhaps humanity was not at its core good; perhaps it needed a hand constantly holding it on the path to greatness.

Dr. Creation looked about his bunker, he had designed it so many years ago, and yet, when he had awoken he had found it almost completely intact. It was one of the few things he was proud of these days, his creations were pure and strong even if humanity was not. His bunker’s walls, crafted from riveted steel and reinforced with various chemical compounds would keep him safe from the outside world as he plotted it’s cleansing.

This room, like the others in this bunker, was lined wall-wall with various readouts and control panels, with numerous projects lying about half-completed. It was disorganized, it was inefficient, but for Dr. Creation, it worked. Currently, his eyes were glued to news readout in front of him. He had made sure to monitor the world news, in search of corrupt figures in need of death. So far, his list of targets was quite long, long enough to keep him busy for years.

Soon the time to cower and hide would end, very soon. The world was a corrupt cesspool and it was high time the power of technology and the promise of science cleansed it.

[Dallas Winston]

IC: Saosin (En Route, Sinful Saloon, Kansas)

"You're the boss," he said, fingering the grip of the M-45 in his back waistband. "Everybody else, stick to that plan. The last thing we need is to leave someone behind in this kind of hostile environment." Turning to Whistler, he nodded towards the controls. "If push comes to shove, we need you to stay at the pilot's seat; if one of us doesn't come back, well, that's life."

He looked around at the team and shrugged, taking the co-pilot's seat again. A small beeping on the dashboard interrupted the tense silence, and Tillian nodded to Ember.

"Take her out of autopilot. We're five minutes out."

He turned and looked out the windshield at the flat plains of the Midwestern United States.

"Of all the gin joints in all the world, huh?"

-Teezy

[Ymper Trymon]

IC(Mr. No-One): "And then, of course, my agency happens to be a favorite of tin-foil hat enthusiasts. Satellite malfunctions? Must've been the CIA. Anyone gets assassinated? CIA all the way. Waiter brings your food to you cold? ...Depending how prominent a conspiracy nut happens to be, those cases might actually be us."

The agent smiled for a second, then put the phone away, and checked his gun.

"So what exactly is our approach here? Up-front and honest, or do I get to do a little bit of actual spywork when we get there?"

[Chronicler of Ko-Koro]

IC:
Mystic rose from her seat and nodded politely to X-Calibur as she stepped over to him.

"Yes, I would be happy to offer my assistance in any way I can. My name is Mystic. I was helping to assist the Thomas investigation, but my skills were required to handle an incident with a Hungarian psychic; nothing to worry about, the situation is stable for now," she said. "My psychic abilities are very useful for coordinating team movement and communication. If you'll allow me, I believe I will be a useful addition to your group."

[For Science!]

[Basilisk]

IC (Dr. Creation, Virginia, Bunker below manor)

A bit of news caught Creation’s eye as the text flowed across the monitor. The CEO of a certain fortune five-hundred company would be paying a visit to a nearby town today. He’d been monitoring this story for some time, weighing the risks involved in an operation against him. The man’s crimes were great; he grew fat and built golden towers whilst people starved in cities all over the nation. Perhaps the time to hide would end sooner than he had thought.

He would not have a better chance to move against this foul creature in the foreseeable future, but if he revealed himself now, the world’s slime and assorted garbage would certainly up their security. Dr. Creation shook his head. That kind of thinking had gotten him frozen in time while the world wasted away around him.

He would strike today.

[The Zytrix]

IC: Epsilon

Epsilon stood outside of the League's LA headquarters, disguised in his scarf and hoodie with an embroidered E (or greek character epsilon depending on how you interpreted it) and realized he had no idea at all what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, he decided he would just go for it and walked in through the door with an air of confused confidence.
"Uh...hi," he stuttered for anyone in the room to hear, "I'd like to join the League of Salvation."

[Toa Korkoa: Toa of plasma]

OOC: Before the current League group heads out, is there a chance to stick Magneta and Paige in there? Also, they're at the League HQ in NY, correct?

IC: Ember nodded and keyed in the command to switch off the autopilot, taking the controls and scanning the ground below them. "Tillian, I need you to activate the cloak. I'll take us in and land us a few minutes walk away, they'll never see the jet."

[Ymper Trymon]

IC(Whistler): Hearing the explanation of Romulus, the businessman shook his head.
"Suddenly I'm not feeling so bad about staying with the plane. If at all possible, I'd like for my entrails to remain entrails, and not... err, extrails, I suppose."

[Basilisk]

IC (Dr. Creation, Virginia, Bunker below manor)

Two sets of automatic doors whirred to life and Dr. Creation stepped through the entryway a moment later. Before him lay the result of his life’s work, in this chamber of the bunker, upon metal platforms, four clockwork robots waited, armed with Gatling guns and miniature cannons. In Creation’s time, they would have been near unstoppable and even now, out of date as their weapons were, they were a force to be reckoned with.

Various wires connected each one of them to control panels along the back wall of the chamber. Dr. Creation loomed over one of these panels, and with a few minor adjustments to the instruments upon it, one of the Robots roared to life. Gears began to turn, the eyes glowed red and its Gatling gun rose into a firing position. Then, the platform it stood upon began to move upwards, even as the ceiling of the bunker split apart, revealing itself to be two large sets of mechanical doors, disguised by grass and the environment.

“Go forth, pure warrior….and make this world clean again.” Dr. Creation muttered, more to himself then the robot.

Edited by Basilisk, Jun 03 2012 - 09:41 PM.

[Dallas Winston]

IC: Saosin (Sinful Saloon, Kansas)

Tillian smirked.

"An understandable sentiment," he said to Whistler, moving forward and cloaking. "Take her down, mate. Be careful; League won't be too forgiving if two jets are wrecked on my watch in one night."

-Teezy

[Basilisk]

IC (Virginia, Countryside)

Buford T. Comenius was a very happy man. The fact he was riding in a limo large enough to hold a Jacuzzi in the back and still have room for a minibar was only part of the reason for his mirth. His stocks were up and his fourth divorce was going smoothly, he’d have to pay some alimony. But compared to his whole fortune, it wasn’t even a penny.

Suddenly, the limo screamed to a halt, causing him to spill his drink. “What in the world was that?!” The driver couldn't hear him of course, being behind the soundproof glass installed at the front of the vehicle. Brushing his slightly graying hair, Buford moved his hand towards the button that would open the glass and allow him to fire his driver properly.

It was at that point roughly twenty-five rounds straight out of the civil war hit the side of the vehicle and impacted the Jacuzzi and Mr. Buford and shredded both of them. The driver, cowering in the front seat, dared to peer over the dashboard and spotted the attacker walking away in the distance, pausing only to step over the tree it had felled across the road. It was a hulking figure of gears and metal, unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Edited by Basilisk, Jun 04 2012 - 07:02 AM.

[Rumpelstiltskin]

OOC: Wow, Dr. Creation's gotta be one of the coolest newbie characters I've seen in quite some time.

IC: (Loadstone)
And I'd buy that, if Paragon wasn't a super himself, Loadstone thought, most likely loud enough for Mystic to have heard. Out loud, he said, "Has anyone contacted our eyes in the sky and gotten satellite imagery of what we're heading into?" He was, of course, referring to Tek and his surveillance station. 'Eyes in the sky' was a codename used to reference the alien when in the presence of non-Leaguers; in this case, Ultionis and Mr. No-One qualified.


~ Rumpelstiltskin

[The Writer]

IC
"Where the ######...am I?" he muttered as he came to. "Oh, ###." was what he said when he looked at his surroundings.

[Kumata]

OOC: I really don't know why Magneta and Paige haven't dropped in by now - I did say the mission was open to anyone!

IC(NPC) - X-Calibur @ League HQ

X-Calibur nodded. He'd read a few basic facts about Mystic - he tried to browse League files whenever he could, to try and memorise the powers/aliases of his fellow League members. Was he correct in thinking she was blind? He didn't want to be so impolite as to ask her out loud, so he merely focused on the thought, making it rather prominent in his mind. Chances were she'd pick up on it telepathically, and answer that way.

"I'm afraid there's not much point in this case," X-Calibur told Loadstone. "The location we're investigating is a heavily-forested area. Remote, too - I did a bit of research but there's hardly any visual data on the place from any source - there's no reason for anyone to go there, it's just an ordinary part of a very big forest. The Coalition definitely picked a good place to carry out their work in secret. Whatever that work is." He looked over to Mr. No-One. "I'll hold off on the full briefing and plan until we're sure that no-one else is coming... incidentally I'm afraid I don't know who you are. Did you say you worked for the CIA..?"

[Toa Korkoa: Toa of plasma]

IC: Ember nodded and took the jet down, landing it somewhat shakily in a field near the saloon. "Sorry about that, folks, it's been awhile since my last landing." He powered down all nonvital systems, although keeping the jet on in case they needed a speedy takeoff.

OOC: The reason Magneta and Paige haven't jumped in yet is because I think they're on the other side of the country. Which is why I need to know if the group is at the League base in NY or somewhere else.

Edited by Toa Korkoa: Toa of plasma, Jun 04 2012 - 05:44 AM.

[Kumata]

OOC: Ah right, yes the group is in the NY League HQ. Since (I think) Magneta and Paige are in LA they could stop by the base there for whatever reason, bump into Epsilon, and then they can bring him along to NY for the mission if he wants.

IC - Gadgeteer @ Kansas

Feeling the League Jet come in to land, Gadgeteer stood up and strode towards Ember.

"You will need to lead the group when we enter the Saloon. You know how to act in this place. We must try to approach Romulus without raising suspicion..."