To Save The World!

[Toa of Dancing]

Taylor Finch, Goddess/New York City, Speaking with StevenIC:

"That's true, indeed. However, I've subconsciously trained myself to be stronger all my life - and no, it's not to trick judges in beauty contests," replied Taylor, adding the last part with a glare. It was only present for a moment, of course. Then she was back to smiling.

[Alex Humva]

IC [NYC/Steven]The man glanced over the illuisionist again, then shrugged. "Whatever you say. Me, I've always found that illusions that are real always work better than ones simply in that of the mind. Contrary to popular belief the common person is not a weak-willed nimwit that'll succumb to mental attacks easily. But if you give them a good slap with a chunk of lead... things get interesting."Steven, being somewhere above 'drunk enough to be shaky' and below 'drunk enough that you shouldn't perform complex operations', apparently decided now would be a good time to start flickering between forms. The street was mostly empty asides for them, and anyone driving past would be unlikely to see it for more than a split second.

[Toa of Dancing]

Taylor Finch, Goddess/New York City, Speaking with StevenIC:

Taylor caught the glance and didn't like it. Sighing, she replied, "Yes, well, as I've said, I've trained myself to do this right. Unless that person is exceptionally good at distinguishing reality from falsehood, I can trick them. It's amazing what the mind can do. I've sent a guy flying across a street by making him think that he was hit by a truck."

[Transairion]

OOC:

This was also the place (well technically, beneath here) where she had first met Silver. And now here she was trying to find him again. It was funny how things worked out sometimes.

.... and here I thought I'd actually picked a different part of the USA than that historic adventure... that's a bit of a fail on my part XDNPC: The two gaurds shifted at their approach, taking a few steps toward them. The left one was slightly taller than the right, with a full head of dark hair and a generally more intellectual look to himself. The other was shorter, bulkier, completely bald, and looked as thick as a brick. So it was probably a good thing the taller one spoke first."Dis place is oof leemeets to ootsiders. What yawr business here?""Horace, day iz for the fighting inside! Lizardman not just wandering around" the 2nd exclaimed, resulting in a feirce backhand from the so-called-Horace. Despite the blow seemingly having enough power to fell a rhino, the other gaurd just wobbled in place but looked otherwise unaffected."Silence yourself, Boris! Again... what is yawr business?" Horace repeated, looking rather agitated the relatively-thick Boris was just throwing secrets out into the open air. These two apparently were meant to weed out those who just happened to stumble upon this location, though it definatly seemed like they were in the right place...OOC: Since Horace has hair and Boris is bald, Horace the Hairy and Boris the Bald are totally fitting alias's... or something :lookaround:And Fellyward is totally a lizard, and Sluice will be known as the lady with the metal head Oh... and they're meant to have a heavy Russian accent... Edited February 4, 2012 by Transairion

[HeavyMetalSunshineSister]

OOC: I really should get a larger-than-thumbnail sized drawing of Fellwyd done at some point. Won't be colored, because I'm slack like that, but it would at least give you an idea of what the poor sod looks like.IC(Fellwyd): The translator had considerable difficulty sieving any sort of meaning from the soup that was the accent of the two guards, so Fellwyd was left gazing blandly at the guards while the computer tried to make heads or tails of what had just been said. It was a predictable, if unfortunate, result of only having experience with accents from one relatively small geographic location. By the time Fellwyd got to the word "Lizardman," the translation would probably be useless.

[Kumata]

OOC: If you did draw Fellwyd then I'd happily colour it for you.IC: "We're here for the contest," Sluice muttered, in as surly a voice as she could manage. She was glad that the goggles hid her eyes, because those were usually the biggest giveaway in a person's features as to their true emotions.IC(NPC): In the midst of all the reinforcements joining the corridor battle, the hero known as Cure-All made no special impression upon arrival. He was dressed in a crisp red-and-white supersuit, and simply edged onto the battlefield, grabbed the unconscious (and heavily bleeding) body of Dirge, lifted it carefully and retreated. The man needed medical attention if he was to survive, and Cure-All doubted the other villains cared much about that...OOC: I figured someone ought to do something about the man lying in a pool of blood from his own two gunshot wounds.

Edited February 4, 2012 by Kumata

[Half-Dragon]

IC: Omega let out a breath. Compared to the disintegration blasts, some wisp of a girl getting tossed around a bit inside the orb didn't bother him at all. But his relief was short-lived. It looked like she was about to fire off another bolt. "Oh come on!" He lifted the sphere up again and slammed it into the wall - unfortunately discharging the bolt rather than stopping it, which just hurt his head again. Now he was getting mad.After a couple more good shakes (more out of irritation than to achieve any real effect) he reeled the orb in rapidly. The plan, as with most of his plans, was simple: Dissipate the orb just as it gets close, grab the staff in mid-air and, if the supervillain was still holding it, pull it out of her hands. He was kinda bigger than her. By a lot. |H-D|NPC: The water has stopped. This is good. That was about all Ultionis had time to think before a bullet glanced off the forehead of his reinforced Kevlar/fibre armor, full-head mask. Normally a glancing shot like that would've only annoyed him, but right now the soldier was feeling a bit weak in the knees what with having nearly drowned on dry land. He stumbled as the ice holding his leg finally gave way and fell to the ground heavily. For a few moments his vision swam, but he forced himself to snap out of it. This was no time to let a little thing like a few near-death experiences get to him. He looked up and tried to take stock of the situation. Two more enemies. One wearing primarily blue (couple shades lighter than Ultionis' own) and firing off eye beams of some sort. Check the damage later to confirm the type, for now focus on disabling him. He didn't seem to have any particular defenses, but that track suit looked baggy, he could be hiding armor under there. Aim for exposed areas. The other was tall, looked oddly emaciated, grey skin, sword, bigger sword (swords weren't his strong point) and a pistol he recognized as a Glock, couldn't tell the exact type from here. He grinned a bit. The bullet before had been off by a few inches, probably due to how his head kept jrking around in the rush of water, but even if it had been a direct hit it would've only bruised. The best military-grade weaponry the Glock line had was a .45 semi-auto, and the street versions were less. It would take at least a .50 to get through his mask. The armor? Rifle or go home. He could just retrieve his own custom handgun and- That man just walked through a wall. Great. Okay, so the phaser would require a somewhat more specialist approach. Thankfully, Ultionis was that specialist. It seemed the others still thought he was down, either drowned or partially drowned. Big mistake. Always confirm the kill. He tensed up, waited for the perfect moment... then rolled over and grabbed his gun with one hand while the other dived into a pocket in the armor and extracted a thermal grenade. He got up on one knee, aiming expertly. The phaser had started taking pot-shots at any hero he could see, but his back was turned to Ultionis. If he could aim this right...The soldier set the timer on the thermal grenade. Six seconds after he pulled the pin the detonation inside would incinerate the outer cover (meaning no shrapnel) and create a focused, incendiary explosion hot enough to fry the skin clean off a man's flesh, not to mention sear the life from his body. It wasn't meant to be pleasant. The best part was that it was safe to use in this environment because its range wasn't nearly as impressive as its intensity. It would flare up, then disperse and leave only a wave of hot air (very uncomfortably hot, but not lethal) for everyone else. With a practised motion the soldier pulled the pin just as he set the grenade rolling like a bowling ball to stop by the phaser's feet. The moment it was in motion he turned and ran - the area of effect was small, but he still didn't like to be too close to all that heat, even if the kevlar in his armor did disperse most of it before it could harm him. It did occur to him that this amount of power would probably kill the phaser, but on the other hand how many ways were there to restrain or incapacitate a guy like that? The heroes would just have to live with it.(H-D)

[Transairion]

IC: "Contest? .... what makes you think you're up to snuff? You don't look very tough""But her head... it's a robot head" Boris insisted, reaching over to knock on Sluice's helmet which gave a metallic clang. Horace glared at his co-gaurd, before pressing a finger to his earpeice."Boss, we've got a pair of jokers out here, apparently for the contest... we're full up aren't we?" Horace asked, focusing on the seemingly harsh reply he was recieving for a few moments. "But sir they.... no sir.... yes sir..... as you wish, then. Your lucky day you two, seems we're short so you get in no questions asked... as long as you put on a good show, and if you're a mole for anyone.... well, I don't need to say how many people down there will try to kill you, understand?""We'll smush you. Smush you good" Boris was none for subtle, smashing his fist into his palm loudly. Giving a sigh of disdain, Horace moved to the side and directed the pair to the small building ahead."The boss is waiting to see you inside... make sure you don't try anything funny" Horace warned, allowing the pair to pass. As they moved, Boris had the decency to wave goodbye. He got smashed for it.OOC: As soon as I started I already quit trying to imitate a Russian accent... I'm not good at it D=

[Alex Humva]

IC [NYC/Steven]Having apparently gotten bored with random form changes Steven just settled on some random woman. Contrary to popular belief, illusions did take something out of you, so too many form changes started to tire one. "Sent flying back by a car? How does that work? Did he actually go flying back, or did he just think it and, uh, collapse?"

[Kumata]

IC: Sluice gave a grunt of disdain as she passed the guards, flipping them the 'V' sign as they went. Then she had to suppress the urge to apologise for it. That was the bane of being British; the overwhelming urge to maintain good manners toward even those who actively despised you.She glanced at Fellwyd as they walked. She took his silence to be either confusion or uncertainty. She whispered to him:"Try to bear your teeth a bit. Um, perhaps look as if you'd like to, you know. Eat everybody."They entered the building...

Edited February 4, 2012 by Kumata

[HeavyMetalSunshineSister]

OOC: Just a note - his front teeth are along the lines of this.IC(Fellwyd): The alien followed along, still trying to process what the guards had said. After a few more moments, the translator finished with that, and got to the rather more intelligible things Sluice had said. Nodding about thirty seconds too late, the alien opened his mouth slightly, showing off the full set of sharpened bony blades that stood in for his front teeth.

[Chronicler of Ko-Koro]

IC:The fireballs struck the ground around Longshot, erupting into an inferno. But, shockingly, she was making no attempt to dodge or get out of the way. It was clear by the look on her face she was at least trying, however, but Sakeme was keeping Longshot stuck where she stood as the flames drew closer and closer...Fade dove to the side as a rushing wall of water roared past. He turned to run, but his path was blocked by another wave, the two pulling close together to crush Fade between them. Fade flung his grappler up into a nearby pillar, rappelling upwards just before the two waves slammed together. He unfurled his glider cape at the height of his arc, using it to swoop across the camp and down towards Sakeme.---Tornado paused briefly, slightly confused, when he realized Gap was no longer dodging his assault. At first he thought that perhaps his attacks had successfully put Gap out of the fight, but he'd been fighting her for too long to be satisfied with mere assumption. He needed to be certain. Tornado extended his arms into the air, calling forth all the powers at his command. The air started to spin, forming twin cyclones on either side of the room. Statues, paintings, even stonework off the walls was ripped loose into the swirling twisters. Slowly, Tornado started to edge them closer to Gap. Trying to dodge one would almost certainly draw one right into the path of the second; Tornado was almost certain he'd caught Gap this time...---All the color drained from Mystic's face at the thought of stepping onto the magnaboard.“R-r-ride... on t-that thing?” she stammered quietly. Reluctantly, Mystic took a hold of Loadstone's hand, trying to hide how much her own arm was shaking. The safety of the base was more important than her own phobias at the moment. "...Fine. Let's... just get this over with..."Meanwhile, Archmage had gotten the hang of the erratic shaking and moving of the orb she was trapped in, and was managing to remain upright in manner not unlike a hampster in a ball. As she did her best to remain upright, she swung her staff about to keep it pointed at Omega as he drew her in closer. As it started to charge up to full power two things became clear: Archmage had at least an inkling of what Omega's plan was, and the second he brought the shield down she was going to blast him at point-blank range with the most powerful disintegration beam she could muster up.[For Science!]

[Snelly]

IC: SkyraAfter a while, someone teleported into the hospital room, holding two bags, each with Skyra's and Mr. No-One's suits. "Here...your suits are fully repaired." And with that the strange person teleported off. "Huh...must be one of those...more aloof heroes..." Skyra commented. Skyra's hearing had returned somewhat, though there was still a mild ringing. He turned to Mr. No-One. "As much as I really want to, I'm in no condition to return to the fight, but what about you? You feeling up to it, cause...I could distract the guy guarding the exit to the ward..."

Edited February 4, 2012 by Snelly

[HeavyMetalSunshineSister]

IC(Mr. No-One): The CIA agent had already thrown on the pair of pants, and was halfway into the suit jacket when he answered the question. It appeared that he was going to keep the hospital gown on over the pants and under the jacket, likely because he was just in too much of a hurry to change out of it."Do whatever you need to. All available information suggests the battle is not going well, so I will render whatever assistance I can."

[Snelly]

IC: SkyraSkyra grinned, "Got it." With that, he stumbled out of his bed, and ran (Or tried to, it was more of a stumbling really quickly.) out the door. The guard, who was a huge muscular man, looked at Skyra in surprise. "Hey, the doc didn't give you a clean bill of health yet! Get back in there!" He hollered. "Nah, you have to catch me first!" Skyra laughed as he ran into the corridor, using his powers of air to help increase his speed. "Get back here! The man, while incredibly strong, was gonna take at least a minute or so to catch up to Skyra. All the time Mr. No-One need to escape.

[Toa of Dancing]

Dieter Geist, Grau/Mansion Holding Aquarius, Helping the Escape\IC:

Grau didn't like Kevlar. It blocked against his bullets with relative ease, and heroes seemed to be in love with it. So why did he use a low-power firearm like this Glock? For the heroes that didn't have Kevlar armor. Few could outrun him without a power over speed, simply because he didn't have to dodge obstacles. Thus, he used the swords on them. As he was directly touching them, he could influence their density and tangibility. How else would he be able to walk through walls with them on his person? In battle, he could swing a sword or stab it forwards intangible, and pull it out completely solid.As he was shooting the pistol, distracting the heroes as he got close enough to engage in hand-to-hand combat, he heard the tell-tale clinking sound of a grenade behind him. Grau swung his foot hard, kicking the little sphere right back at its owner. That was at four and a half seconds. It would probably go off right before it would hit Ultionis in the back, and then completely incinerate him. And if he didn't get killed by that, Spex would probably get him on the way out the door. Either way, it was back to shooting at the other heroes and preparing his rapier.

Taylor Finch, Goddess/New York City, Speaking with Steven\IC:

"He made himself fly - or, in reality, sprint as fast as he could backwards - and slam his head as hard as possible into a solid concrete wall. Needless to say, was unconscious and easily locked up. Did I mention that he was a villain? Not that I would do that to a normal person, of course," said Taylor, noticing Steven's apparent decision to stay as a woman.

Edited February 4, 2012 by Toa of Dancing

[Alex Humva]

OOCEven in his mildly-drunk state Steven understands the Form You Are Familiar With trope, or better named in this instance, Form You Are Ok With. He's genre savvy enough to figure that the fellow illusionist probably has built up some sort of resentment.That, or he's just drunk and/or doesn't care. Take your pick. Also, just to make sure you know, Steven's voice changes when he takes another form too. Trick he learned a while back.IC [NYC/Steven]"That just sounds needlessly complicated, but whatever. Might I ask what he did to deserve it, though? There's a a gray area between hero and villain, and I'd like not to backpedal into a wall." He wasn't an antihero, he knew that; probably better called an antivillain, or simply just 'meh'. He didn't care one way or another, but he knew his lack of caring could be seen as villainous.

Edited February 4, 2012 by Sweetroll Thief Alex Humva

[HeavyMetalSunshineSister]

OOC: Grau's power only lists personal density control - i.e, control over his own density. Kind of convenient that he can now change the density of bullets too.Not even going to go into the whole "hearing the relatively quiet sound of a grenade hitting the ground in the middle of a pitched battle, and then kicking the grenade perfectly back at the guy that threw it" thing. That's not my department.IC(Mr. No-One): Less than ten seconds after the guard had run off after Skyra, the spook had left the ward, gun held ready as he sprinted down the hall, taking stairs two at a time as he rushed towards the ground floor and the scene of the battle.

[Toa of Dancing]

OOC: This might be the time where it's right to mention my trope knowledge is very hit-and-miss, as I'm not actually allowed to go to that site. XD I get my knowledge from my older brother and sister.@Shadows: Nowhere did I say personal. If that's what it looks like, I'm sorry. If TPtI thinks density control in general is OP, I'll drop it.

Taylor Finch, Goddess/New York City, Speaking with StevenIC:

Taylor sighed to herself. She knew this was the same guy, but it honestly did feel better talking to a woman. Still, she wouldn't answer the earlier question, oh no. "He was wrecking general havoc. Injuring or killing people, destroying buildings. He needed to be stopped, and I stopped him. If you don't do anything villainous, I won't hurt you."

[HeavyMetalSunshineSister]

OOC: The profile says personal density control.

[Alex Humva]

OOCBasically it's just about aliens/other entities taking human form and/or native form to better interact with the population.IC [NYC/Steven]"I'll try not to cause mass mayhem." Well, there was a bullet dodged. "Any particular place you were heading to before I stumbled into you? I think I'm starting to think a tad bit more clearly now. There was a guy I was with, he was talking about going to Vegas. I was going tag along, but then there was talk of murdering someone and I never got a good reason why I should do that. So anything I can tag along with you to?"It probably sounded like an odd request, and rather random, but could be easily chalked up to the drink.

[Wyrd Bid Ful Araed]

He's right, ToDD, you say its a specifically personal thing that allows you to ghost through things and fly. You don't say you can do it to anything else. I'd assume maybe a physical contact thing as you can obviously take clothing with you, but I don't see how that could extend to bullets

[Toa of Dancing]

OOC: ...Well, then, added an extra word that I didn't intend to. Oh well, I did it, and I can't take it back. Making an overhaul of that post now, then. XD Alright, done. Better? Common sense would say that he could do that with his swords... I think.@Alex: Yeah, that one I had a feeling just by the name. =P

Taylor Finch, Goddess/New York City, Speaking with StevenIC:

"Um... I was actually just taking a walk. I have a modeling shoot tonight, but that's a while away. Despite having to deal with people being perverts, I still enjoy walking around the city. Especially on a bright, sunny day," said Taylor, taking a deep breath as she finished.

Edited February 4, 2012 by Toa of Dancing

[Alex Humva]

IC [NYC/Steven]"This may seem like an obvious question, but haven't you ever considered using illusion to make yourself... ordinary?" Coming from Steven, it was understandable; he had spent his whole life trying to be ordinary, trying to avoid the universe's wrath as he moved from one place to the next. He honestly didn't see the point in being special, one of the reasons why he hadn't abused his illusion powers for anything bigger than getting free drinks.OOCAlso, mate, it's kinda been already stated that NYC is at dusk right now, so it's not bright and sunny xD Of course it is possible she was going for a few hour walk, so has been walking for some time now and was walking when it was still bright and sunny xD

Edited February 4, 2012 by Sweetroll Thief Alex Humva

[thelonewander]

OCC: @alex: i never said anything about murder in the trip to Vegas. at least i don't remember saying anything about murderIC: once lone reached the motel, he went to bed. he'd need the energy for what he had in mind

[Rumpelstiltskin]

OOC: I figured someone ought to do something about the man lying in a pool of blood from his own two gunshot wounds.

OOC: Well, you know, if a certain someone would stop shooting the doctor, I'd have had Aquarius check up on him. :glare:It's probably better that you did add in "personal," ToD, as otherwise there's really no defense against those bullets other than miraculously never getting hit by one. ;)Btw, Trans, that Russian accent you did makes me think of Arnold Schwarzenegger. :PIC: (League Headquarters)Incidentally, Grau kicked the grenade right back where it had come from; namely, where Ultionis had been moments before - right next to Aquarius. Spex saw the grenade rolling toward him as soon as Grau kicked it and, not taking any chances on it killing the person that they had been sent to rescue, blasted it with a beam of crackling blue energy vision. Assuming that he had aimed properly, the beam and the grenade would collide halfway between the two Villains, exploding harmlessly in the intervening space."Just make sure you hold onto me," Loadstone warned Mystic, in a tone that hinted at just a tad more than was proper. With a concealed grin he willed the magnaboard forward; he made sure to build up speed slowly so that Mystic could adjust and not fall off. Then came the burst of speed and near-vertical climb as they sailed out of the hole in the ceiling... IC: (Soundless)The source of the multitude of voices was a singular man marching purposefully down the alleyway toward the collective thugs, coming from behind the gang selling what Soundless could only believe were stolen property. He was very pale, and his plain supersuit was white, though small patches of detail and color could be found on it."This proceeding is unlawful," the man said, a dozen voices chiming together in a disconcerning way. "Cease and desist immediately, or we will have to force you to do so.""'We'?" the lead gangster said scornfully. "You and what army, punk?""We are Collective," the SuperHuman replied, never stopping in his advance. "We will bring you to justice, Villain, whether you resist or not."With Collective holding everyone's attention, it would have been prudent for the buying faction to have slipped away, or else taken the goods while the gang was preoccupied. Soundless observed, however, that a signal passed between the odd man leading them and his fellows."Joey, get the goods outah here, I'll handle this crackpot," the lead gangster said, drawing a knife from his back pocket - the one he had instictively reached for earlier. As the gang members began to close in, a brilliant, pulsating light flared out from the man who Soundless had had a hard time seeing, a light so bright in comparison to the darkened alley that it was blinding. Soundless shielded his face until it was gone, but it even then it was still difficult to make out what was going on.Down below, the shady-looking figure who had arrived to buy stolen wares was gone; in his place was a gold-suited SuperHero, a pair of sunglasses on his face despite the hour. His companions all pulled guns out and aimed them at the gang; from their precision, they had to be policemen. The meeting had been rigged; the gang was surrounded."Theodore Larson, you are under arrest for possession of stolen property, robbery, and several cases of murder," Solanis said to the lead gangster, a hint of a smile touching his lips...~Lord Rahl~

[Alex Humva]

OCC: @alex: i never said anything about murder in the trip to Vegas. at least i don't remember saying anything about murderIC: once lone reached the motel, he went to bed. he'd need the energy for what he had in mind

OOCMy bad; I reread it, and he was talking about loose ends, and Steven asked for specifics and never got any. Same principle still applies though. Edited February 4, 2012 by Sweetroll Thief Alex Humva

[Chronicler of Ko-Koro]

OOC: CoKK, I just noticed you stopped ICing Dread. Did you forget him?

OOC: Sorry, saw this but forgot to reply to it. I stopped ICing Dread for the moment because 1) I'd lost track of the battle on that end and wasn't quite sure what was going on and 2) I had far too many characters in play to keep track of. He'll pop back up once a get a better handle on things, at the moment I'm assuming he's just hiding off on the sidelines so he doesn't get shot at. IC:Mystic didn't need to be told to hang on. The mere thought of falling off this thing at high speeds was more than enough motivation to cling onto Loadstone's arm like her life depended on it - and as far as she was concerned, it was at the moment. She was too concerned with all the ways this could end in spiraling death to notice any implied innuendo; which, really, was probably fortunate for Loadstone."Okay, let's go-" she started to whisper as the magnaboard slowly started, only to have it suddenly lurch forwards. "Oh goddddddd..."[For Science!] Edited February 4, 2012 by Chronicler of Ko-Koro

[Toa of Dancing]

OOC: True, true. TPtI probably wouldn't have approved it, of course. I was wondering about that. XDAlso, fail on my part. =P

Taylor Finch, Goddess/New York City, Speaking with StevenIC:

"I have, in fact. I don't like having to hold the illusion, and people get really packed during the daytime. With a, uh, flatter chest, they think they can fit, and it gets uncomfortable. But mainly I don't want to concentrate on an illusion all day. Anyways, it is getting late now. I should probably get home so I can get to the shoot..."

[Alex Humva]

OOCOh noz, Steven is about to lack interaction. ;.; Even if said interaction has been rather spotty. I'm grasping at straws here; let's see if this works.IC [NYC/Steven]"I guess that makes sense. Still, never fully answered my question. See, I think it's a running gag of the universe to attempt to kill me or subject me to the most pain possible, so while I was thinking about finding a place to stay in NYC I realized that being mobile is the best option to staying ahead of the universe and it's agenda against me. So do you mind if I randomly tag along with you?"OOCYeah, I couldn't think of anything else on the spot. xD

[Toa of Dancing]

Taylor Finch, Goddess/New York City, Speaking with StevenIC:

"...To anyone else I would say no and punch them in the face again, because I would assume they would want to see me modeling. You seem abnormal and sincere, so... Dang it, why not? Come on, then," she said, stepping forward in the direction of her home - a nearby skyscraper, of course. The penthouse, in fact.

[Snelly]

OOC: Time for some epic...patient-doctor bonding! Or something...IC: SkyraThe huge muscle man, whose name also happened to be Brian, finally caught Skyra, and lifted him over his shoulders, carrying him back to the ward. "You shouldn't be walking, much less running like a madman through the corridors." He commented."Ah....you got to admit that was fun though." Skyra said, grinning. Brian merely grunted, and placed Skyra back in the bed in the ward. "Stay." He ordered, and went back outside, apparently not even noticing the missing Mr. No-One.NPC: Dr. LightDr. Light was waiting for Skyra, sitting on a chair and tapping his finger impatiently. "Why...why must all you heroes prove to be such difficult patients." He muttered. "Ah, I'm sorry Doc, it's just, we really can't let Aquarius escape, he has important information, very important, and we need all the help we can get, from what it sounds like, if I didn't have a concussion, I'd would have actually tried to escape."Dr. Light raised an eyebrow, "So, you were just a diversion for Mr. No-One? You know, I would have let him go if you asked, there really wasn't much else I could do for him." Skyra sighed, "Now you tell me, next thing you know, you'll be saying you could actually heal my concussion..."Dr. Light looked at Skyra in surprise, "Well, it's not that I can't it's just...""You mean you can! Why didn't you then!?" Skyra interrupted."Two reasons, one: if I don't do it right I can scramble your brain, and two: I didn't want you to run off and get yourself another injury so soon, cause I know you will, your one of those crazy heroes that nearly gets themselves killed all the time.""Please doc, can you just try it? They need all the help they can get out there I'm sure. I'll promise to be careful." "No, no I can't in good conscious.""Ah, come on...pleassseeeee?" Skyra said in a high, child like voice."No." He said flatly."Pretty please?""No!" the doctor said, more annoyed now."I'll go anyway, then you'll have my death on your conscious." Skyra said, crossing his arms.The Doctor rubbed his temples. "Argh....you know what...fine, I'll do it, there's just no reasoning with you, go out there and get yourself nearly killed again, I'll just heal you more slowly next time, so you can't leave!" The Doctor put his hands on Skyra's forehead, then his power began to surge through him.Skyra's head began to feel better, better than he ever remembered it feeling. The doctor finished, placing his hands down. "Woah, thanks doc!" Skyra got up from his bed, and then ripped his hospital gown off.Dr. Light turned around, "Agh! You couldn't have waited for me to leave!?" He said before he went to his office. Skyra put on his newly repaired suit, put his goggles on, sheathed his katanas on his back. And then left the ward, running in the direction Mr. No-One had gone.

Edited February 4, 2012 by Snelly

[Alex Humva]

OOCGood god, a penthouse in a skyscraper in NYC? The rent on that thing must be the GDP of a third world country.IC [NYC/Steven]"Abnormal and sincere? Huh. An interesting description to say the least." He followed her, naturally. "This proves one thing if nothing else though; the universe doesn't make everyone hate me. After all, if it had its way, you'd of punched me again. Good to see there's still hope for humanity at large."OOCI say we invoke a minor time skip and get to the penthouse now

Edited February 4, 2012 by Sweetroll Thief Alex Humva

[Toa of Dancing]

Taylor Finch, Goddess/New York City, Speaking with StevenIC:

"Just remember, if I hear one comment about my body, I will punch you in the face. Again. But anyways... Did I catch your name? Mne is Taylor Finch."OOC: Go ahead, once he replies.

[Alex Humva]

IC [NYC/Steven]"Lady, hate to break it to you, but I'm jaded against that sort of thing. I spent most of my earlier years in Peru as a street thief, and when people are distracted they're much, much, easier to pickpocket. That eventually lead to me simply not caring anymore via a line of complicated and extensive events that would take me a week to fully explain, so we'll leave it at that." Whether or not that was entirely true was uncertain; fact of the matter was Steven wasn't drooling at the moment, so it didn't really matter. "I'm Steven Lucius."OOCTime skiiiiiiiip.

[Korkoa]

IC: Negafire grinned as he finally found the minifridge, and pulled a random soda out of it. "Anyone else? Doc, you really need to expand the selection on your plane, it was torture going through that long flight with nothing but booze. Well, for me it was, considering I don't drink."IC: Plasmafire noticed the look on Longshot'd face, but knew he couldn't let up on his attack. "Sorry about this, Longshot, but Sakeme'll have you kill me if I let up!" Plasmafire knew he couldn't keep his attention on Longshot forever though, and decided to try something different. A trick he'd developed while fighgting mind-controlled mercinaries in England. He waved his hand, and a dome of plasma appeared over Longshot. She couldn't get through, and hopefully neither could her shots. He turned and shot a few more plasma bolts at Skyra before running off to try and track down Bolt.

[Half-Dragon]

IC: Most people wouldn't think it to meet him, but Omega was actually one of the more experienced heroes of the current generation. He'd gotten his powers when he was eight years old, during a supervillain attack, but his 'Omega form' always appeared as an adult male, possibly because that's how he imagined himself as a hero even then. Well, minus the void-black body, flaming, orange aura, white eyes and kirby dots, but some things just happen. More importantly, about ten years of superhero experience were now telling him that crazy lady over there was probably wise to his plan, judging by the look on her face and how she held the staff, so he made a slight modification: Instead of the sphere that held her vanishing, it promptly stopped dead, causing her to smack headfirst against the wall again. Unfortunately this also had the unforeseen consequence of causing the staff to discharge its charged bolt and, quite frankly, Omega was already on the ropes keeping this thing up. When the disintegration blast hit the side of the sphere it finally broke apart to a loud groan of pain from Omega, who had dropped to his knees at the pounding in his head. After a moment he looked up. With the sphere gone the pain in his head was quickly subsiding, but something told him it would soon be the least of his agonies.|H-D|NPC: At first Ultionis had been worried about the grenade getting kicked back at him. Armor or no, that would hurt if it got close. But when the other supervillain blew it up halfway between the phaser and Aquarius, the soldier realized this had the makings of a desperate plan. The heroes wouldn't like it. Come to that, he wasn't very fond of the idea either. But if he could pull it off, he might be able to end this mess without further destruction of people or property. He ducked and lunged back to Aquarius. Step one: Make sure the target is unconscious, even if that means beating him until he is.(H-D)

[Kumata]

IC: Tornado's pause of confusion was practically a godsend to Gap, who needed every undistracted second to concentrate on the wormhole. She clenched her fists as the twisters began to form on either side of her, sucking up everything that wasn't nailed down and grinding their way towards her.Bam! There it was. A black circle grew into existence beneath Tornado's feet, gravity took hold and he dropped into the rushing abyss. It was down to Hivemind's plan now. Gap was still trapped between the two twisters, and she could only hope she'd broken Tornado's concentration enough for the winds to die down... of course, even if that were true it would still take several moments for the twisters to disperse. Given that there was nowhere she could run to, Gap lunged over to a painting that was lying nearby, then hauled it over herself to use as a very poor shield. The best she could do now was sit and wait... her father wouldn't approve of this behaviour at all...

[Toa of Dancing]

Taylor Finch, Goddess/New York City, Her Penthouse, Speaking with StevenIC:

Taylor opened the door and gestured for Steven to move inside it. "Well, this is my, uh, home. Please take off your shoes, but otherwise feel fine to make yourself comfortable. Feel free to get into the minfridge, I'm going to go change," she said as she closed the door after him, kicked her own shoes off, and walked into another room.

Dieter Geist, Grau/Mansion Holding Aquarius, Helping the EscapeIC:

Why was Spex not moving? One of the heroes - the one that didn't get incinerated by the grenade due to Spex - was now very close to Aquarius. Not much of a problem, of course, due to Spex being in much better condition then Ultionis, but still. Aquarius and he should have been long gone. With a sigh, Grau suddenly dropped below the floor. Half a moment later, he was behind Maple-Man and driving the rapier through the hero's heart - unless he somehow dodged.

Edited February 5, 2012 by Toa of Dancing

[Alex Humva]

IC [NYC/Steven]Steven simply blinked, his shoes vanishing and replaced with socks. The socks were real, the shoes were an illusion. He had found once he solidified an illusion it was rather easy to keep it up, so long as you weren't doing anything strenuous with it. It was a trick he'd learned ages ago in Peru; shoes weren't the easiest to come by for a street thief, and when he did find a pair they typically caused more harm than good, so illusion shoes were actually pretty nice for him.He briefly went to a window to glance out, then checked the fridge. Nothing he'd want, so he sat down, waiting for the woman to get done. To pass the time in the meanwhile, he held out his hand, a small bird forming. It fluttered around and left his hand, but stopped at about two meters every time, looping around in a circle. He brought it closer, letting it sit on the chair's shoulder while he closed his eyes. One of these days he'd figure out how to project things further without killing himself in the process.