NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: Its finally here! Really sorry about the delay.
the signup thread is here
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=524517&page=2

im pressed for time so my first post will be short
the outline of the story is in the signup thread
ill get into details later

IC:

Radio message

Calling all superheros!
The city of Freemont is in great danger.
There is a Crackle Gunshots are heard.
As a member of the Freemont NSHW, I suggest you disregard all previous radio messages. All is well in Freemont. We have apprehended this obviosly mentally disturbed man. You are in no danger.
A bell sounds.
And that bell signals that it is now 6:00. And now onto the regularly scheduled program, Smooth Jazz with Alan Lafferty. All is well in Freemont. You are in no danger.

A red and orange bike blazed down the streets. On it was Mimiru better known as the Phoenix-Girl. She was a full fleged hero, but questionable at times. "It's me go-ahead!"

Can you hear me loud and clear?

"Roger that, what's the 411? "

The city of freemont seems to be finding it's self in great peril. What exactly, is unknown the broadcast was interupted.

"My brother is still in jail isn't he?"

Yes Mimiru he is. I think we can rule him out at this point. Or his minions.

"I'll just have to kick it up." She acellerated the bike blazing into the city.

Your first spot should be the radio tower. At this point we had better ceace communications. Good luck Mimiru, be careful.

"Always."

She came to a stop. It was much to quite. Odd the security guard was at his post? Why exactly? But the guard came right at her with a submachine gun, Mimiru dodged the fire tossing one of her Phoenix-Blades right into him The blade was boomerang shape (Much like the ones Batman uses) "Perhaps the elevator won't be wise."

Mimiru began to climb the building side and into the airducts.

Holton, Michigan

A man with purple hair and red eyes was enough to make anyone stand and stare in wonder. Austen Stanley, the inheritor of these traits, was only glad that people would only look at him for these reasons. He never did want to tell anyone about himself anyway, he lost the desire to do so a long time ago. He was what some would call a hero for his special power but no one had ever heard of him, since he made it certain that no one ever would.

If this hero had a title, it was "Time Lord". He was a man with the extraordinary power to control the flow of time, though it was limited in some areas. He had no fans, recognition, or reputation, and this was made apparent by the place he was in now: walking on the sidewalk of the city next to a traffic jam.

While walking next to the cars however, he managed to hear an odd transmission. At first there was a man calling for help, and then a message from a "Freemont NSHW" saying all was well. Austen had to reverse time a few times to get the full message, but that was what he heard.

"Maybe I should see if I could help..." Austen thought to himself. He concentrated his power to fastforward time around himself and the result was what appeared to be super-speed. He would get nowhere by plane or taxi, so it would be better to get there by foot...

OOC: I'm assuming the city is Fremont, Michigan. Please correct me if I'm wrong.

Svetlanka flicked off her radio, reclining back in the chair in her comfortable apartment, intrigued at what was going on.
So this city is in peril...maybe it is time for the Aryan Fist to strike she mused, toying lovingly with her MP40. It had been too long since she used it, she missed the smell of gunpowder, the recoil as it spat death at her targets.
"Zum Freemont" she spoke aloud, standing up and packing her bag. Into it went her weapon, some spare civillian clothes, a few books for light reading and her outfit. Zipping up the bag, she hoisted it over her shoulders and strode out of the apartment, locking it behind her.

When she exited the building, she took a turn down an alley to get to the bus station quicker. A homeless man sat there and stretched out his hand, begging,
"Spare some change miss?" Svetlanka immediatley halted and glared at the man, before aiming a swift kick at his face that slammed him into the wall and broke his nose.
"Human filth!" she spat, adding her phlegm to the flow of blood from the beggar's face that he was desperately trying to stop.

Soon she was on the bus heading to Freemont, her iPod blaring in her ears...

ooc: i just made up a city. I didn't even know there was a real Freemont.



IC:

The smooth jazz coming from the stereo created a sharp contrast with what was going on in the room. The barrel of the gun pressed sharply against Mayor Donavan's head.
Tick
"Why'd you do it Donavan? We don't need those mutated freaks to help us out. We've got police, and the army."
Tick
"You want to see the police? Look out that window. Those fifteen men? They are the police, you fuckhead! And for the army. Guess where they are? Dead. We need this more than you understand! "
Tick
"You have gone to far, Mayor Donavan! You have completely and utterly strayed from the ideas of the state. By the powers given to me by the Grand Marshall, I declare you guilty and order you to an on site execution!"
Tick.....Boom

Where there had once been a wall there was a hole and were there had once been policeman was now a pile of ashes.

"Now sir, mayor Donavan's time will come. But now is not it. His little call for help is exactly what I needed. And I'm sorry but I'm going to have to remove you from this conversation. Very Sorry!"

With a single point of his finger the NSHW officer dropped dead on the ground from a heart attack.

"And as for you Donavan. Continue your cries for help. But not now. I enjoy the smooth jazz hour."

Ring

"And that sounds signals that it is now 6:15"

"Goodbye Mr. Donavan. I'm watching. I hope you make the right decision. Mastermind is watching."

bump

OCC: I'm assuming this 6:00-6:15 PM, hope I'm just not being an ass.

IC:
In the old run-down districts just outside Freemont, an old, broken church stood next to some old ransacked apartments. Its windows were broken and boarded up in places. A sign hung, barely, on the large front double-doors.

Condemned
Trespassers will be prosecuted

Inside the structure, up on the top rafters about mid-building, a figure could barely be seen lounging on one of the beams. He lay with one arm crossing the other, the head rested on top. It was sideways, so it looks almost normal. If you looked closely you would see the figure had a elongated tail. The end of said tail swinging in a lazy fashion, like a cat's.

The figure was known, virtually only by himself, as Unknown.

Only a few more hours... he thought ...a few more...
...until dark...

Unknown shifted a little and continued staring at the front doors in a blank fashion. Some light sounds of music, probably some form of jazz, drifted in from the windows.

Someone must be listening to the radio or something. Unknown thought extremely bored.

The music then stopped abruptly, a man spoke hurriedly, was silenced, and the jazz continued. Unknown couldn't catch what the man had said, so naturally, Unknown didn't see it as important.

Unknown continued to listen to the jazz drifting in the windows, and watched from the high point in the church, at nothing.

Svetlanka stepped off the bus, bumping an old man with her large bag hoisted over her shoulder as she moved down onto the kerb.
"Watch where you're going!" He cried angrily. Svetlanka fixed him with a withering stare and spat at his feet.
"Schweinhund" she muttered, before walking away and leaving the old man enraged at the insolence of this girl.
So...this is Freemont she thought, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. It seemed to be like any other city, large buildings, harsh artificial lighting and a throbbing mass of humanity. Svetlanka had chosen to come to the rough side of town, there were more shadows to hide in and less people were likely to care if anything were to happen. Seeing as though it was getting dark, she went to a shabby-looking motel and approached reception. A rather large man with greasy hair was asleep in a chair behind the desk, snoring loudly with a porn magazine on his chest. Coughing loudly, Svetlanka managed to wake the man up, the magazine falling to floor as he sat up and yawned.
"A room, single," she demanded.
"For how long?" he countered, raising his eyebrows quizzicaly.
"As long as I need," and with that she put down a hundred dollar note. "This will cover me for a day or two right?" Nodding, the owner rumaged underneath the desk.
"Room 23, upstairs. ANy other request?" He added sarcastically.
"No-one is to come into my room unless I ask it," Svetlanka added, laying down another hundred dollars.
"You think I clean the rooms anyway?" He laughed, pointing to the walls. They were covered in graffiti and mould, and in some places the plaster had even fallen off. He produced a key and handed it to her. "Enjoy your stay," he added as he leant back and fell asleep again.

Svetlanka entered her rather spartan room. Aside from the bed, there was a small bathroom containing a barely-working toilet and shower, a wardrobe and a TV that gave alternatley bad sound and great picture, or great sound and no picture at all.
This place is disgusting, but it will suit my needs. Removing her civillian clothes, she donned the black leather outfit that she had spent months making. After tieing her hair up with a red band, she adjusted her NSDAP armband to make sure it was secure on her arm. She then affixed a necklace around her neck that her brother's Iron Cross, checking the clasp to make sure it was secure. Lastly she removed her MP40 from the bag and tightened the sling so it would not slip off and placed additional magazines in pouches on her waist.
"Time for Freemont to feel the Aryan Fist," she spoke softly, moving to the window and opening it to climb out onto the fire escape. Shutting the window, she climbed up the fire escape, hoping that no-one would see her due to it being dark.

After much traveling, Austen had finally arrived in Freemont. He had to follow a bus to find out where it was, but his speed made up for it. He leaned himself against the wall to rest from the run and take in the sight of the city. The city seemed normal, but there surely had to be a reason for him to be called.

Among the passangers, Austen saw a blonde haired woman spit at an old mans feet leaving him in disgust. Austen could only hope she wouldn't recongnize him since she seemed mad enough already. Seeing a freak like him would obviously get Austen in trouble.

It was almost night time though. Surely someone, or something, would come out by then and show why he and supposedly others were asked to come for...

"What in the?" Mimiru was stunned by a concusion wave. "An explosion? I must be runing out of time."

She detatched her boots that made her stick to the walls. Free falling then activating her rocket boots. She busted through the window of the tall tower and began to ascend the stairs

Bump

Bump

OOC: I'm just going to head in the vague direction of the town hall...tell me what I would see there in terms of security and the layout of the building

IC: Checking a map of the city, Svetlanka pondered where to go.
The docks? Nah, too boring and I don't like the sea....a park perhaps? Well what would I do there? Oh sod it, I'll just head to Town Hall and gun down the Mayor, like I did back in Innsbruck. Svetlanka chuckled at the memory of the pig-headed bureaucrat's brains being splattered all over the wall and a swastika being carved into his chest.

Taking a run-up, Svetlanka ran to the edge of the building and leapt, throwing all of her energy into the jump. As she landed, she did a forward roll and quickly checked all of her equipment was there.
This is going to be a fun night...

People who looked up from the street would be most suprised to see someone or something leaping from roof-top to roof-top, heading in the direction of the town hall.

OOC: I was looking for a link to the IC thread in the ooc thread. Oh well, it appears intros are still going on. Gonna take some liberty with that jazz program to help with my intro.

IC:

One song ended, and another one began. This one happened to be a live playing session by a well known musician everyone simply called The Bard. No one was quite sure what his real name was, but there were a number of thoeires. No one suspected he was superhuman. But in what? Playing ability? no, he had studied at the musical conservatories in europe for many years. He was an expert with the Piano, and a couple other instruments. Right now, he was playing a smooth jazz instrumental he had written himself.

Freemont had counted itself lucky, that The Bard had chosen to live here. He was perhaps one of the most well known residents.

Everyone joked that he was a superhero wanna be, because for his performances, he always wore the same suit, even if it was, in a sound booth no one could see him in.

Eventually his piece ended. He had a contract deal with the radio station to play a couple pieces every day during the smooth jazz hour. Sometimes he needed a band, sometimes he did not.

His session was over. As it switched back to the announcer who was doing a quick news update, he quietly left, going towards town hall. He had a dinner meeting with the mayor. They were friends, not particularly close, but not too distant either.

They usually met once a month for a relaxing evening of poker, and fine dining.

Tonight, he was going to take the mayor to his private mansion.

He had no clue about the radio broadcast, or the explosion, or any other activities.

ooc: right now at the town hall
no security,
just the mayor, Mastermind and a few refugees from the other areas of the city


if you are a villain you can start in the city
in fact it is recommended
if you start in the city as a villain you have turf and a gang

ill post what happens when everybody gets to the town hall

Rafzekael turned off the radio. He stood up and grinned.
"Time for some fun." He walked over to the door, then stopped. " I sure hope he's there." He giggled and slid down the stair banister. He opened the door, fixed the brim of his hat, and began to the town hall. Something caught his attention. A sound, above him. He looked up and saw a figure, human, leaping from building to building. He chuckled and thought, Guess someone has the same idea as me...

Jazz, what an old sound it had become by now, but somehow the true classics never lose their appeal. Well, at least not for the first few centuries or so, then they become a part of history.

The Broadcast before it however was a little troubling, As Doctor Maxwell drove the old Lincoln (which he was sold by one of those "honest" Used car salesman) he thought a great deal of recent events. He had set his mind upon spending this lifetime in Africa tending to the suffering of the many, however an unexpected message caught this plan off guard.

"Dear Doctor," it said, "You may not know me, but you may know my mother, Anna Michaels..."

The name brought a glimmer to Alexander's eyes, "Anna..." he whispered...

The memories came rushing to the old Doctor, he first met Anna five decades ago, she was with child at the time, poor, helpless, miserable and shunned away by society. In her he saw the true meaning of his pilgrimage to help others. But perhaps he saw something more....

The Doctor shrugged away these thoughts as he recounted the remainder the letter, Fred Michaels mentioned that his mother had told him of the Doctor's "talent", wishing to learn more of this Remarakable figure who played a great role in his mother's life, Fred Michaels asked Doctor Maxwell to come to Freemont.

At first, Doctor Maxwell was hesitant on whether or not should he meet with Young Fred, he decided that he owed it to Anna and to Fred As well, However, the more and more he came closer to Freemont the more he felt that there was something wrong, something Horribly and Terribly Wrong.

As he passed the outskirts of Freemont, feeling more uneasy by the minute as he surveyed the surroundings, as he began to enter what seemed as the downtown district when suddenly... BANG!

Smoke began to rise from the hood, apparantly, "Honest" Jo didn't seem so honest now. Too bad he can't use his talent's on cars, with a sigh he went out and tried to see the damage, upon popping the hood, he found that the Engine had totally and positively failed beyond the possibility of repair.

At that moment, Doctor Aexander Maxwell let out a heavy sigh as he thought out his next step.

Unknown timed himself as he traversed the intervals between buildings. He normally didn't travel this way, but Unknown had somehow fallen asleep during the waiting hours before dark.

It was already well into night.

He had so precious little time to hunt, so little...

Unknown jumped down from a 10-story building and landed on his feet. His joints absorbing the impact. Unknown then dashed into a sewer via a drain in the street.

It was a tight fit but he managed.

After several moments of mindless running around, having no luck he took a chance and climbed a ladder next to him and looked through up at he street.

He was on main street...
Worse, He was in main street.
One of those manholes in the middle of the road maybe...

Very, Very bad...

Unknown ducked his head quickly, feeling his suddenly increased heartbeat. He decided to sit at the bottom of the ladder and plan out his next move. Unknown then scampered down in the welcoming darkness that was the sewer at night.

"What the hell was that?"
Rafekael ran to the opened manhole and stuck his head through it, looking for the thing that had just been there. Nothing. He could hear the cars on the road honking their horns. He stood back up, glared , and continued on towards the town hall again.

Bard qas on his way to town hall. He noticed a weirdo sticking his head into an open manhole.

"They must've cut the construction budget, no signs or anything." Bard said.

The cars were swerving to avoid the man.

Then he stood and continued on.

Bard walked along watching this strange man. He wondered if he was going to stick his head in any more manholes.

His imagination took over, he took out his notepad and drew a little alien sticking its head in a black hole. It partially came to life and sucked the alien in. Bard stopped it quickly.

"Whoops." he said to himself. Then he chuckled. Poor alien.

He had forgotten all about the man as he walked along, lost in his imagination.

Rafzekael's eyes were white, the veins around them popping out. He was using his Byakugan. He was looking behind him at the strange man drawing. He had no taste in clothes, he looked like a medieval guy. Red hat with a long white feather and a red cape. He was skeching something, what was it...an alien, sticking his head into a black hole. He chuckled. 'm inspiring the arts... Its head got sucked in to the hole. That wasn't normal.

He jumped up and scaled one of the fire exit ladders. He wanted to find out how he was doing that. And get that hat. It would look good with his coat. He walked along the rooftop, following the man...

Rafzekael's eyes were white, the veins around them popping out. He was using his Byakugan. He was looking behind him at the strange man drawing. He had no taste in clothes, he looked like a medieval guy. Red hat with a long white feather and a red cape. He was skeching something, what was it...an alien, sticking his head into a black hole. He chuckled. 'm inspiring the arts... Its head got sucked in to the hole. That wasn't normal.

He jumped up and scaled one of the fire exit ladders. He wanted to find out how he was doing that. And get that hat. It would look good with his coat. He walked along the rooftop, following the man...

Bard ripped off the sheet with the black hole, keeping the image intact. Gravity wells like a black hole could have a use, eventually, provided there was ever a way to control it after it left the paper.

He stuck the sheet in a secret pocket one could not see from the rooftop. At least not without using special powers.

He whistled a tune idly as he walked down the street.

Rafzekael could feel it, literally. It wasn't doing anything more than reflecting off of him, and everything else all around Bard.

Bard stopped, and smiled.

"You know, you could just come down and talk in person, I don't bite." Bard said, calling out to Rafzekael.

"I'm locally known as a weirdo and a wacko. Far and wide, I'm known as The Bard, the world famous musican. Just call me Bard." Bard said.

"Bard huh? Your that one from the jazz hour. Never liked jazz, myself."
Rafzekael went down the escape ladder again, eyes flipping beetween Byakugan and Sharingan, in case that Bard guy was special. Sure as hell seemed to be.
"Nice hat. You going to the town hall, per chance?"

"Bard huh? Your that one from the jazz hour. Never liked jazz, myself."
Rafzekael went down the escape ladder again, his eyes now glowing red, in case that Bard guy was special. Sure as hell seemed to be.
"Nice hat. You going to the town hall, per chance?"

"I can play more than Jazz. Once you master an instrument, the only barrier remaining is knowing what music to play and how to play it, nothing a bit of practice can't solve. Like the hat? Come to my mansion with me and the mayor, I'll give you a new one. I'm on my way to get him at town hall now. We meet once a month, we're friends." Bard said.

"I can play more than Jazz. Once you master an instrument, the only barrier remaining is knowing what music to play and how to play it, nothing a bit of practice can't solve. Like the hat? Come to my mansion with me and the mayor, I'll give you a new one. I'm on my way to get him at town hall now. We meet once a month, we're friends." Bard said.

"Town hall seems to be a popular place tonight.Thanks, but no thanks. I got my own hats. Besides, I wanna go check out that radio message. Seemed very strange to me. Also, that thing in your pockets got me worried." He smirked, showing jagged yellow teeth.

"Town hall seems to be a popular place tonight.Thanks, but no thanks. I got my own hats. Besides, I wanna go check out that radio message. Seemed very strange to me. Also, that thing in your pockets got me worried." He smirked, showing jagged yellow teeth.

"For starters, what radio message? I was in a sound booth for the past hour. No radio for me, just a signal for when I'm on.

As for my drawings, its a pleasure to meet another superhuman, but, I try not to use my powers for uh, reasons unrelated to that freak agency tracking down anyone not normal. Lets just say i'm worried about a more sinister agency. Sometimes it slips by itself though and a drawing animates itself, or the music becomes a little too powerful, you know? I personally blame Akriloth."

"Somebody came on the radio yelling, ' Calling all superheros! Freemont is in trouble!', then there was gunshots and somebody from the NSHW said they caught a looner and that all was well. Judging by the gunshots, I don't really believe that. Happened about 6. And uh, Akriloth?"

"Somebody came on the radio yelling, ' Calling all superheros! Freemont is in trouble!', then there was gunshots and somebody from the NSHW said they caught a looner and that all was well. Judging by the gunshots, I don't really believe that. Happened about 6. And uh, Akriloth?"

"Story for another time, Akriloth is a powerful Archdemon. Gave me the power of control over Sonic energy, and making animated images real.

Meanwhile, hold on." Bard pulled out his cell, and dialed a number. a few minutes later, a taxi came round the corner.

"Lets hurry. Bard said, offering to pay for a taxie ride for the both of them."

*To the driver after getting in.*

"City hall" Bard told the driver.

the driver nodded. money was money to this particular cabbie, no matter who it came from.

"Worried about your friend mate? I would be and all... If he was the one who sent the broadcast, those gunshots seemed rather painful. Still, I'll come with. Might be entertaining, and you might need some special help." He slightly unsheathed one of his swords, making it's edge shine, then put it back.

"Worried about your friend mate? I would be and all... If he was the one who sent the broadcast, those gunshots seemed rather painful. Still, I'll come with. Might be entertaining, and you might need some special help." He slightly unsheathed one of his swords, making it's edge shine, then put it back.

"I appreciate it." Bard said.

Eventually, the cab pulled up and Bard payed the fare.

Bard stepped out. He looked around.

"Right. Thanks for the lift. Any idea what we do now? I was thinking hack 'n' slash. Or at least a stake out. See if anyone else turns up and check out the security."

"Right. Thanks for the lift. Any idea what we do now? I was thinking hack 'n' slash. Or at least a stake out. See if anyone else turns up and check out the security."

"Well, I have the greatest chance of just strolling in. I do have an apointment to keep after all. But, based on that message, a few unexpected vistors are likely to turn up. I'm gonna go to my car, get out of this and into something else, if you saw something I know I didn't show you, I'm sure you can do some top notch survelince. Afterwards, I'll go on in and see what's up inside. One or two new friends wouldn't raise too much notice, so long as you kept things low key." Bard said.

He walked off to his car, which happened to be a brand new top of the line full equiped ultra Luxary Sedan. It was a very, very, NICE car. Bard was rich.

He took some neatly folded clothes out of the back and got into the back.

OOC: We just need 1st Peacekeepers now to tell us what's what. As well, that provides an opening for other heros/villains/characters to appear at city hall.

"I'll be leaving you mayor. I have more important things to do. My plan is finally going into motion. Thanks to you. But I've always believed in thank you cards. So I have a gift for you."

Mastermind handed the mayor a small package.
"You like surprises?"
"Yes" the mayor voice was shaky
"Good. Well it's a bomb. and It's stuck to your hands. Oh and you can't just get someone to disarm it, because only you and I can see it. Active camouflage is amazing, yes? Good luck disarming an invisible bomb."
Mastermind began to walk out towards the city. He turned around with a sneer
"Oh, I hope you like robots."
The ground shaked as Mastermind minions began rounding up civilians and putting them in the town hall.
The robot were sturdily built on three legs and they had a minimal frame. They were about the size of human, maybe shorter. Several larger ones were guarding the town hall prisoners. The rest were arrayed out in the park that was one of the few entrance to the Government plaza.



As Mastermind walked down the street, he observed the reactions of the people. They were horrified, disgusted, and scared. They had no idea who he was. Just what he looked like. He decide that they would be the first to go when his plan succeeded. Filled with motivation, he sped up and then began to run to Freemont tower.

Bard had just gotten out of the car when Mastermind's minions put him in town hall.

He was sure Rafzekael could figure out his own plans. based on what he seen.

He decided to play along in surprise, as he normally would've been, had he not been informed of the message earlier.

"I wanna see the Mayor. what's goin on here?" He demanded. He shoved his way to the mayor, knocking people out of the way if he had to.

"What's goin on here?" he demanded.

A sword cut through one of the robots, then flew back to Rafzekael's hand.
"God, I love being able to do that." He camly walked towards the doors, Byakugan activated. He backflipped and cut an attacking robot in half. As he slashed his way into the building, he was thinking about what to do.
Get the mayor out, question him, then put him back? Maybye... That borg-lookin' guy is probaly responsible, gotta remember to kill him at some point. Or mayby just burn the place and be damned... Though I doubt that would make me Mr. Popularity... Right, get the mayor out, check his health, question him then give him to Bard. I couldn't bear to split a friendship. I wonder if theres a skylight to his office...

Sitting in a massive, heavily reinforced chair, the black armoured figure glared down at the pitiful man in front of him. 'You know why you're here, don't you?' he growled.

'Pl..please, sir, I beg of you...I have no money to pay the...the debt...if you give me a few days, I can-'

'SILENCE,' ordered the black figure. 'You knew the terms, you know your punishment. You're behind in your payments, so we must...make an example of you,' said the black figure, before getting up and picking the man up as if he were just a small branch, albeit one that was flailing wildy and screaming. Walking out onto the balcony of his bunker-like fortress, he announced in a loud, gravelly voice, 'People of Freemont! Observe the punishment of failure!'

Without a moment's hesitation, the black figure grabbed the wrist of the man, swung him around and then flung him off the balcony, sending him falling 20 metres to the ground.

'You shall know your place! You will obey me, or you will die! Such is the decision of the Black Knight!'

Walking back inside, he muttered into his headset, '4th Squad, clean up that trash outside,' before sitting back in his seat. Of all the cities I had to choose...first the disobedient citizens, and now this call for 'Super-Heros'....

Well, I suppose I'll just have to kill the lot of them...

(ooc: looks like I'm a little late. just in time to enter a hero, it looks like. Assuming that the story is currently taking place after sunset...)

At the edge of town, along a dark, empty road, a figure walked along the shoulder. He had no bags, or anything with him. Just his skills and guts. For that was all he had after waking up in the test chamber. No memory, except for his name, Demon (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/Demon.jpg). After walking for days, he stands on a hill looking out at the city. "I wonder what city this is?" he askes. "Oh well, at least I'll find some rest here." Suddenly, a loud rumble comes up from behind. Demon turns and spots a truck moving toward him. "Damn!" With lightning speed, he dashes out of sight. The truck moves past. "Looks like I just scored." Another super-quick dash, and he's in the back of the truck. "Let's see where this goes." The driver continues on into the city, unaware of his new passenger...

Mimiru dropped in right on time. And right on a downed robot. "Well looks like I joined in the nick of time. How you doing, name's Mimiru," she said to all the robots. "But you can call me Phoenix-Girl!" Mimiru got busy with the robotic goons.

Darth Grevatious just looked over the cityscape from the top of the skyscraper that he had picked to make his perch. He looked down over the people below. They looked like ants, and ants he would crush. He slowly walked around the skyscraper to see if he could notice anything else going on, when he noticed a truck over 50 stories below.

He reached out with his mind to the driver, who had just had a long day at work. As the truck pulled away from where it was and drove down the road he suddenly made the man hit the gas to full, barreling down the road. The truck skidded it's side against the sides of many other cars as it blasted through stop lights and other traffic signals. Just as the truck began to get out of his sight, Grevatious' eyes suddenly got large and the man started to choke, losing control of his vehicle, he slammed into a parked car at 70mph and flew out his windshield, slamming against a firehydrant only a few feet from his vehicle.

Grevatious broke with an evil grin as he was pleased with himself. He then took a few steps and jumped off the side of the building, using his cunning mind, he landed right on a balcony two stories below him and went into the room, slamming doors open with his mind as he made his way to the elevator...

Darth Grevatious just looked over the cityscape from the top of the skyscraper that he had picked to make his perch. He looked down over the people below. They looked like ants, and ants he would crush. He slowly walked around the skyscraper to see if he could notice anything else going on, when he noticed a truck over 50 stories below.

He reached out with his mind to the driver, who had just had a long day at work. As the truck pulled away from where it was and drove down the road he suddenly made the man hit the gas to full, barreling down the road. The truck skidded it's side against the sides of many other cars as it blasted through stop lights and other traffic signals. Just as the truck began to get out of his sight, Grevatious' eyes suddenly got large and the man started to choke, losing control of his vehicle, he slammed into a parked car at 70mph and flew out his windshield, slamming against a firehydrant only a few feet from his vehicle.

Grevatious broke with an evil grin as he was pleased with himself. He then took a few steps and jumped off the side of the building, using his cunning mind, he landed right on a balcony two stories below him and went into the room, slamming doors open with his mind as he made his way to the elevator...


(OOC: Mind if I join you? I take it your a bad guy and so am I so why no huh?)


"Impressive! Very impressive!" There stood Jeri, The BlackSpike. Her red-brown hair blowing in the gusty winds. She hopped down raised her fistst revealing a pair of sharp cone-shaped spikes on her fists. "BLackSpike is my name, pain is my game." She walked into the room and waited for a dialouge to begin

Grevatious turned and used the force to look deep into the mind of this 'BlackSpike' person. He then walked up to this person who he had never heard of before, staring him straight dead in the eye. With his hood over his head, you couldn't tell what he really looked like, and thats just what he wanted.

"I am Dath Grevatious. But you can call me Lord Grevatious, as I will be the one ruling over the pathetic lifeforms of this planet soon enough. Are you wanting to be my apprentice?"

His face didn't change at all, but with it being under the hood, you couldn't really tell. The red glow of his eyes, though, could cause the hearts of men to grow cold from fear. And with a wave of his hand, he forced the elevator doors to open behind BlackSpike.

"Well that wouldn't be that bad of a trade. I am looking for a strong person I can team up with and learn more about well evil."

"Well that wouldn't be that bad of a trade. I am looking for a strong person I can team up with and learn more about well evil."

"You must free your mind of all that is good. Compassion, Love, Kindness. All of that has to go. Hatred is your ally. If there is something bad that has happened in your past then you must feed off of that. Forget guilt, it is your enemy. Fear is the path that leads to the dark side. Fear leads to anger, Anger leads to hate. Hate, leads to suffering. Only with fear and anger will you know what true power is."

He then pushes the young female into the elevetor and walks in then pushes the button for the ground floor.

"You must not let go of your feelings. They are your strength and they will be the things that will help you defeat your enemies."

From a rooftop overlooking the plaza, Svetlanka gazed down and took in the situation. A small robot army was both hauling civillians away and engaging in combat with those who resisted. One had fought his way into the town hall after manifesting weapons from nothing, causing Svetlanka to raise an eyebrow in puzzlement.
Others have been touched by the Dark Arts? An interesting development indeed... Her thought train was stopped when she saw another person, this one a girl, literally drop onto a robot and knock it down. Svetlanka observed that the robots were moving to encircle the woman, who was busy dispatching them with ease and great proficency.
Now seems an oppurtune moment to enter this conflict Svetlanka decided, taking her MP40 and inserting a magazine into the chamber. She would normally have prefered to be more stealthy and covert, but seeing as though the robots were already alerted Svetlanka decided to maximise her firepower. Taking a few steps back from the building's edge, she composed herself and took a deep breath, clearing her mind and allowing the cool breeze to wash over her. Svetlanka then ran and jumped, facing downwards and pointing her MP40 at the hordes of robots.
"Für Das Reich und Der Fuhrer!" She screamed, unleashing hell with her machinepistol and being rewarded with the sight of several targets collapsing, their bodies raked with bullet holes. Flipping back over, she landed feet first and found herself in the midst of a group of robots.

Freemont. It's been a long time.

Dummer Fehler strode into the police department, his visage immediately elicting fearful reactions from the officers staffing the reception desk. One of the officers frantically jammed his gun into a spare drawer, where it detonated inexplicably with a dull 'whud'. The rest of the officers breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain Catastrophe at your service!"

"D-Dummer? What are you doing back here?"

"I heard of some new supervillians in Freemont! Where's the mayor?"

"Go out and down the road, and look for the new municipal offices. You can't miss it, Dummer."

"Thanks. Captain Catastrophe away!"

Dummer strode confidently to the door, only to find it jammed, struggling with it for a moment.

"Blast! I shall make my exit another way!"

And before anybody could react, he had leapt through a plate glass window and tumbled to his feet on the ground.

"Captain Catastrophe Awaaay!"

OOC: Sorry for skipping ahead in this post, but I wanted to get to the action quickly.

As he sat in his chair, making plans, Black Knight was disturbed by the commander of the Black Guard, his comrades-in-arms. And to think, other so-called 'crimelords' would call them henchmen... Swinging around to face the man, he stood and rumbled, 'Yes?'

'Sir, one of our informants has...well, informed us, of a rather...unique...situation at the Town Hall. Apparently, and these are his words, 'an army of robots came outta nowhere, and a bunch of guys are fighting with them.' He stated that they had...unique...powers,' said the Black Guardsman.

'Thank you, Commander. Order 1st Squad to prepare Vehicle 1 and await my arrival,' replied Black Knight, before he collected his veritable arsenal of weapons and swept out of the office, bound for the garages.

Arriving there, he spent a moment admiring the professionalism of 1st Squad as they moved to prepare Vehicle 1, a massive, heavily modified Armoured Car. Unlike the rest of the vehicles in the garage, which were an assortment of toughened up SUVs and Vans, Vehicle 1 was a veritable tank. With twin Browning .50 cal machineguns mounted on the front, 6cm armour plating and enough room for two squads of Black Guards, it was Black Knight's vision of the perfect urban combat vehicle.

Striding toward the group, he said in a loud voice, 'Mount up! We're off to Town Hall!' before jumping into the back of the Vehicle. In the space of a minute, the deep rumble of the engine throbbed through the armoured car, and it sped out of the fortress and into the streets, bound for the Town Hall.

*********************

The Armoured Car stopped a block from the Town Hall, just inside an alley. Black Knight turned to two Black Guards and ordered, 'Guard the vehicle and await my orders; we may need you to come in with guns blazing. Everyone else, get to good firing positions around the Town Hall. This could be very interesting...'

Popping open the door of the Armoured Car, Black Knight exited the vehicle, followed by 1st Squad, which quickly dispersed throughout the area, hunting for high ground. Striding forward by himself and checking his old but powerful M60 Machinegun, Black Knight observed what he thought was quite possibly the strangest battle he'd seen in years, with an army of robots being shredded by several very interesting individuals. Without stopping, he brought the massive machinegun into a firing position, barked into his headset, 'Let 'em have it!' and opened up on the robots, stitching holes into several of them with ease. Then, mere moments after he opened fire, 1st Squad started firing, tearing apart several more robots with carefully aimed bursts of assault rifle fire. This should be fun...

Gunshots raked the area where he had just been. He was now hanging on a hand of the clock after being forced out of the building by a large number of big robots, only to be met by a hail of bullets. On one side, some blonde woman in black spouting German was attacking the 'bots from another some huge guy in black armour was shooting them.
Why is it whenever you have fun somebody else to join in?
Frowning, he pulled himself up and propelled himself onto the roof.
No frickin skylight... ah well, better go kill some more robots.
He leapt down, Byuakgan activated, into a mass of robots, swords out.

The truck continued into a warehouse district. While driving, it hit a pothole, jolting the truck and waking up Demon.
"Huh, where am I?"
He stood up and looked around at the empty buildings.
"Looks like my stop."
Quick as a lightning bolt, he leaped from the truck and landed on the street. Suddenly, sirens came up behind him.
"What the?!"
A quick dash into an alley, as two police cars blew past, following a sign that read: Business District
Town Hall
2 Miles

"I wonder what's going on?"
He starts to walk down the street, taking care to stay in the shadows. The sounds of fighting draw him into another dark alley. "Get back here!" shouts a thug while chasing a man in a business suit. Another thug is behine him. He catched the man and pins him against the wall. "Where's the money?" he askes. "I don't have it!" pleads the man. "Not enough customers lately." "I don't give a damn!" the thug replies. "Gimmy the cash or Borris here will take it!" The second thug, Borris smiles.
I have to do something!
Demon leaps toward Borris, curling into a ball in mid-flight, spines out. He hits Borris in the chest, sending him flying into a dumpster. With a grunt, Borris blacks out, while thin red lines appear in his chest. "What the!" cries the first thug. he turns around and sees Borris. "Borris! What's going on!" he cries while letting go of the man. The sound of footsteps makes him turn around. "What is that!" he shouts when seeing Demon.
"Leave him alone!"
"Leave him alone?" repeats the thug, while reaching into his jacket. "Why don't you make me!" he pulls a pistol out and points it at Demon.
"Whatever you say."
Demon launches himself headfirst into the thug. He lands next to Borris. "What... what are you?" he askes while colding his gut.
"Get outta here!"
The thug stands up. "You're gonna regret this!" he yells. Then picking up Borris, they disappear down the alley.
Demon then turns to face the man.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replies, his dark brown skin bruised in a dozen places. "They didn't break anything. Say, where did you come from?"
"I just came to town, looking for a place to rest."
The man stands up. "Then look no further. The least I can do is give you a place to sleep after you got rid of those thugs. That's the third time they've tried to get protection money from me. Say they'll burn down my club."
"Club?"
"Yah," he replies. "The 'Eastside Jazz Club'. I'm the owner. Name's Earl." They walk down the alley to a door labeled 'KEEP OUT'. Earl turns to Demon. "By the way," he says. "What's your name?"
"My name's Demon... Demon the Hedgehog."
"Well Demon," Earl replies, while opening the door. "What can I get you to eat?"
"Do you have... chilidogs?"

(ooc: Anyone want to be the 'bad guy' whose thugs I just beat up? Looking for a little revenge?)

(OOC: Posted on signup thread, let me know if I'm accepted PeaceKeepers, thanks)

Darth Grevatious stood there as the elevator reached the ground floor, he then stepped out and walked to the front door, using the force to push it open off it's hinges. The doors flew across the street, spraying glass and metal everywhere, causing cars to slam on their breaks and cause a 6 car crash in the process.

Grevatious then looked over and saw a cop. He walked up to him and stared into the cops eyes, the red glow of Grevatious' eyes was the only thing that the cop could see inside of Grevatious' hood.

"Bow down before me you puny being. I am your lord now."

OOC:
If someone wants to play the cop, they are welcome to.

As Julius made his was down the street leaning heavily on the cane in his right hand he saw one of his thugs resting it appeared against the dumpster.

"Get up" he hissed as he hit the man with the bottom of his cane.

"Wha... wh... Yes sir," the thug exclaimed as he stood up.

"Sleeping on the job?" growled Julius.

"No..No sir, it was this ... this thing. He helped Earl." stammered the thug.

Julius's scowl turned into a cunning look. He knew this thing must be one of the hero's responding to Masterminds calls. He also knew Earls new hero wouldn't be around forever. "Burn it down" he said calmly "I want to see this 'thing'"

Borris nodded to the other thug which had been hiding for fear of Julius. They knew what to do. After grabbing a can of gasoline the three moved to the Club. As the arrived Julius only nodded. He wanted to see this 'thing' in action. Mastermind would be pleased to learn his trick had worked. HE could smell the sweet smell of the gas. And he immediately hated it, remembering roasted flesh which was his parents. Their disobedience, their reward. He hated that, the weakness inherent in them, in most people. This thing would learn not to help them...

The room was filled with computers and monitors. People in white lab coats stood at every station.
Where am I?
One of the men, tall with white hair and glasses, walked forward. "He's awake," the man said. "Lets begin."
I know this place...
Suddenly the room gets very hot. Someone in the background is yelling, "Fire! Fire!"
That's not what happened!

Demon (http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h52/nx9100/Demon.jpg). wakes up in his bed, only to find himself in Earl's back room. Shouting is coming from beyond the door
"What's going on?"
The door slams open, and Earl looks in. "Hurry!" he cries. "The place is burning down!" He turns and runs toward the exit. Demon leaps from the bed and followes. Smoke and flames fill the main room, as people rush towards the doors. Demon spies Earl heading out the alley exit. He followes Earl out, then watches as his friend falls to the ground coughing.
"Are you all right?"
Earl looks up, catching his breath. "I'll be fine," he replies. "It looks like everyone got out. Good thing the place was almost empty."
"What happened?"
"Don't know," replied Earl as he stood up. "All of a sudden the smoke detectors went off." He turns and watches as his building burns. "That place was my life," he mutters to himself.
The sound of a bottle being kicked across the ground makes them both turn around. "You!" shouts Earl when he sees Julius and his thugs. "What are you doing?"
"Who is that?"
"That's Julius," Earl replies without tacking his eyes of the other man. "He's the guy trying to get protection money from me." He turns to Demon. "Those two thugs you sacked before are his men."
Demon turns to face Julius. He braces himself and prepares to fight.
"I don't know what your doing, but I know I'm going to stop you from hurting my new friend!"

A insidius smile creeps across Julius's face as he see's the creature tense up and ready for a fight.

"Your new friend?" questioned Julius coyly. "Do you usually make friends with those who default on their debts, those who we usually call thieves?" he continued calmly as his men drew their pistols taking aim at the thing. "And as for you Earl, you knew this was coming. You were warned in our last little meeting, though I'm sad to see the old club go, we had so many good memories there didn't we?" Julius asked smiling as he fingered a ring on his right ring finger that bore the letters 'JJ' on them. "And as for me hurting him, good. Sometimes its tough love that does the best," this last bit was said in a more humurous way, one could tell Julius was barely able to stifle a laugh.
Julius had no intention of fighting the thing, and continued to lean heavily on his cane hoping this mask would deter the would be assaulter....

OOC:
Would someone RP the officer that Darth Grevatious is going to kill here? It would be very much appreciated.

OOC:
Would someone RP the officer that Darth Grevatious is going to kill here? It would be very much appreciated.

OOC: On it Shaz

IC:

Officer Smith had been happily eating his doughnut at the newstand, having a chat with the owner when he heard the most horrendous noise and turned around to see not only several cars totalled with what appeared to be doors smashed into them.
"What the..." he started before a robed figure looked at him, enveloping Smith in a baleful red glow. The figure spoke, but the words were lost on Smith who reached for his pistol, still too stunned to speak.

Grevatious looked at the officer as he went for his weapon. Foolish Human, he said to himself as he reached out with his hand and the officer began to choke, lifting his hand up, the officer was being raised off the ground.

Smith immediately grabbed at his neck in a vain attempt to pull away the invisible hands that he felt around his neck. His face was turning blue as the life was slowly being choked out of him, and out of the corner of his eye he could see many people were staring in disbelief and fear. Smith looked into the middle of the red glow and spoke,
"Please..." he begged huskily.

OOC: Feel free to crush his windpipe and kill him off

"Pitty?" He asked the man. "You want Pitty? Pitty is for the weak. You are weak and foolish to think that I would take pitty upon a pathetic soul like yours."

With a twitch of his thumb, Smith neck cracked in half and he then moved his hand to the left and opened his palm as the officer flew across the street through a glass window pane belonging to a clothing store. He then turned and looked around at all the civilians who had just witnessed this, his red eyes burning into their souls.

"I'm bored", Rafzekael thought, as he cut horizontally through the robot. He spotted that the german had greanades.
"Those could help." He used his telekinesis to pull one over to his hand and threw in into the town halls door. A bang and a shower of robot parts flew out. He vaulted over one of the robots and sprinted into the hall.

Svetlanka was busy punching and kicking the robots when she felt a tug at her belt.
"What in Himmel?" she gasped as a grenade detached itself and flew towards a man who then threw it at the town hall door. She was so busy looking at this that she almost didn't notice a robot trying to grapple with her, but a deft back flip took care of that.
That's it! she fumed, no-one takes my things without permission and began to run towards the man, who was trying to run into the town hall. Svetlanka had to duck and weave through the robots, preferring to avoid them rather than fight them as her main target was the man who had stolen her weapon. As she neared him, she called out with venom,
"Oi untermensch, who dares take my greande?"

A pleasant whistle filled the air. the bots were crushed beneath the Sonic waves.

Bard came over and stood between the two of them, still whistling. The Sonic energies erected a barrier around him. He stopped whistling, but it continued echoing around him, blocking any attacks coming his way.

"Now, we don't have time for that, we gotta get to the Mayor. I'm sure hye has a story to tell us." Bard said.

"Now, are you going to behave, or do I have to crush you with your own words?" He asked.

Rafzekael glared at the woman with bright red eyes. No really useful powers. Just enchancers. But Bard however...
He stopped and edged a sword out.
"I'm keeping the other one."
He dropped the sword on the floor.
"I don't really trust either of you enough not to."
He started muttering benedictine-style latin chants under his breath. Veins popped out on his temples.

"What the blazes is going on here? This makes less sense than Jerusalem!" Svetlanka fumed, waving her MP40 angrily. The man who stole her grenade was irritating certainly, but this newcomer, he was something different. She sensed power in him, far greater than anyone she had ever encountered.
He said he needed to get to the Mayor Svetlanka noted, this does work to my advantage after all...
"As long as that germ" spat Svetlanka, pointing at the sword-carrying man, "does not toy with my equipment again then I will behave. Otherwise I will unleash all the Dark Forces of the Reich on him."

"What the blazes is going on here? This makes less sense than Jerusalem!" Svetlanka fumed, waving her MP40 angrily. The man who stole her grenade was irritating certainly, but this newcomer, he was something different. She sensed power in him, far greater than anyone she had ever encountered.
He said he needed to get to the Mayor Svetlanka noted, this does work to my advantage after all...
"As long as that germ" spat Svetlanka, pointing at the sword-carrying man, "does not toy with my equipment again then I will behave. Otherwise I will unleash all the Dark Forces of the Reich on him."

The whistle still echoing around him, he nodded.

"If he does, then by all means, its impolite to steal a lady's equipment." He said.

He motioned for her to follow, and off he dashed looking for the Mayor.

A small grin appeared on Svetlanka's lips.
"Someone who has manners, I'm flattered." With one last glare at the sword-carrying freak, Svetlanka sprinted after the musical newcomer, her submachine gun ready to shoot.

Rafzekael picked up his sword and sheathed it.
"Manners,my ass." He paused, shook his head and went after them. He had copied one of bard's powers. Control of Sonic energy. One more temporary extra power for his arsenal.

(OOC: The copied power lasts 2 posts before I lose it and have to re-copy it, just so ye know.)

Demon stared at Julius and his men. He knew he had to defend Earl, and that's all that mattered.
"If you want to hurt him, you'll have to go through me first!"
In an instant, Demon went from standing in front of Earl, to clinging to the alley wall, to standing on a dumpster, to out of site.
"Catch me if you can!"

Rafzekael picked up his sword and sheathed it.
"Manners,my ass." He paused, shook his head and went after them. He had copied one of bard's powers. The whistling shield. One more temporary extra power for his arsenal.

(OOC: The copied power lasts 2 posts before I lose it and have to re-copy it, just so ye know.)

OOC: Actually, you copied his control of Sonic energy, its not just a whistling shield, that just happened to be how he manifested it. Any sound, you can control for two posts. You can even make it a deadly weapon.

If you've ever seen Kung Fu Hustle, you know where I got the idea from then.

OOC: Actually, you copied his control of Sonic energy, its not just a whistling shield, that just happened to be how he manifested it. Any sound, you can control for two posts. You can even make it a deadly weapon.

If you've ever seen Kung Fu Hustle, you know where I got the idea from then.

OOC: Oh, ok. Like the musician guys in KFH. btw, when do we get to the mayors office? when peacekeepers comes onto the thread?

OOC: Oh, ok. Like the musician guys in KFH.

OOC: Exactly. I just expanded on it.

Julius chuckled, "Find them" he said to his men. "I want them found, I want Earl dead and I want the beast captured. Make it happened" said Julius as he turned and began to limp down the alleyway. He had bigger fish to fry. He knew mastermind would be pleased to learn of this new development, but he didn't know if he desired to tell him. Mastermind had managed to keep Julius in line by staying one step ahead of him. Now it could be his chance to be one step ahead. His chance to be in control, but now it was time to see what happened to the mayor. He lept suddenly into the air and soared for several blocks before slamming into the ground again, but before he had a chance to see what was going on he leapt again soaring through the air landing near city hall. Hmmm he thought to himself. It seems as if more of them have come, I must observe these 'hero's ' in action... he though to himself as he watched through scattered windows the progress of the three (OOC: Skogoria, void,and ri-an)

OOC: Drosk, I'm well known throughout the city. Your people would know me, but not that I have any special powers. I'm no villain, nor am I am I a hero. But since I started in the city, my "Territory" Is on the outer edges of the northside, where my mansion is. Your men, if not you personally, would know this.

OOC: Alright I'll rp that in my next IC post.

ooc: sorry about not posting
keep doing what your doing you can get t the mayors office but wait for me before you do anything
if I'm needed to post please telegram

So that trouble maker, Sonic Boy as he called him, was leading around two other would be heroes. One had a gun, so he doubted the presence of many powers, and the other. Swords. Hmmm... thought Jones I had best continue to watch I wouldn't want to be one step behind. Julius had been one step behind once before and it had cost him dearly, he was determined that it would not happen again...

The hair stood up on the back of Rafzekael's neck. He had learned to trust his instincts and this one had never let him down. He shouted over at Bard and the German, "Can we hurry this up? Something ain't right."

The hair stood up on the back of Rafzekael's neck. He had learned to trust his instincts and this one had never let him down. He shouted over at Bard and the German, "Can we hurry this up? Something ain't right."

They had reached The Mayor. He appeared to be holding an invisible box. At least the way his hands were positioned that's what appeared to be true to Bard.

OOC: After you two (Void Templar and Skgorria) post, one of us should TG 1st peacekeepers.

Standing on the rooftop, Demon watched as Julius took off. He waited until the other was out of site, then turned to Earl.
"You should be safe for the moment."
"I hope so," Earl replied. "Julius don't mess around. But don't worry 'bout me." He looked around, then reached into his pocket and withdrew a cell phone. "I'll just call a friend from the next town. He'll take me in 'til the heat dies down. What about you?"
Demon turned in the direction that Julius took, and spotted what could only be the city hall.
"I'm going to find out what's going on around here. And I'm going to look for another clue."
Earl looked puzzled. "Clue?" he asked. "What clue?"
Demon reached into his shoe and pulled out a piece of paper. He handed it to Earl. It was a piece of a map that had been torn off, a map of the city.
"I found this in the lab where I woke up, just before the security system blew up the place."
"Well, I don't know anything about any labs," said Earl. "All I can say is good luck." He leaned over and shook Demon's hand. "Oh, and thanks for saving me," he said with a smile.
"Good luck to you, too. See ya later!"
With a wave, Demon took off running toward city hall. "What a strange little guy," Earl said outloud. "I hope he finds what he's looking for..."

"Uh, Mr Mayor Guy, why do you have your hands like that?"
Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his lungs. The power he took was leaving! A small trickle of blood came out of the corner of his mouth. He coughed and wiped it away.
"Did someone nail yer elbows to yer chair or something?"

Julius could not wait any longer, he was now beginning to walk slowly up the stairs towards the hero's. He couldn't see the bomb, but he knew Mastermind must have left one. That or he had fried the mayors mind. He chuckled a bit as he continued up the stairs, making a considerable amount of noise, he wanted them to know someone was coming, perhaps even the troublemaker would know it was him, he smiled as this last thought crossed his mind.

OOC: Woops! Sorry all...

IC:

Svetlanka was extremely puzzled as to why the Mayor was holding his hands in such a peculiar manner.
"Are you a cripple or something?" She inquired, "I can't see why else you would be holding your hands in such an odd manner." She then turned to her companions,
"What now? Do we shoot him or what?" She asked, wiping a stain off the barrel of her MP40.

'1st Squad, disperse and mop up. I'm going in,' growled Black Knight into his headset, before he slung his machinegun, pulled a pair of Desert Eagle .50 cal pistols out of their holsters, and strode into the City Hall, following the group of people up to the Mayor's Office.

Entering the office, he ignored the other people, although the black-clad woman with the swastika and outdated SMG did interest him slightly, and focused on the Mayor. Without a pause, he swept both the pistols up and trained them on the Mayor, noticing the strange way his hands were held, and growled, 'You guys gonna waste him, or do you want me to?'

Jones entered the room quitely moving to a corner watching the motely crew attempt to disarm masterminds weapon. A grin spread across his face. He knew they would never figure it out, and he would be there to see the stupid looks on their faces. He handled his cane gently staying quiet.

'1st Squad, disperse and mop up. I'm going in,' growled Black Knight into his headset, before he slung his machinegun, pulled a pair of Desert Eagle .50 cal pistols out of their holsters, and strode into the City Hall, following the group of people up to the Mayor's Office.

Entering the office, he ignored the other people, although the black-clad woman with the swastika and outdated SMG did interest him slightly, and focused on the Mayor. Without a pause, he swept both the pistols up and trained them on the Mayor, noticing the strange way his hands were held, and growled, 'You guys gonna waste him, or do you want me to?'

"Good heavens no. He's the Mayor!" Bard said in shock.

Jones chuckled a bit, Knight had never been one for subtlety that was for sure. Nor did he have much romance in his soul, but Jones figured that was part of the criminal psyche. Although he himself had never sucumbed to it he had seen it in plenty of the other psychopaths in the city.

"I wouldn't do that Knight," Jones said from the back of the room as he took a step into the light leaning heavily on his cane. "Have you ever known the mayor to be lacking in the mind? Or have a mental deficiency? I haven't. I think we're looking at someone elses handiwork here." Jones finished grinning. Jones was known to the city as a wealthy man, most of it gained through his company JonesCorp, a large international corporation involved heavily in technology, though Jones wasn't above hitting up club owners for protection money. Jones liked to get his hands dirty, but didn't like people to know his little secrets, especially that he worked for mastermind.

'I know he's the Mayor, that's why I'm asking. And yes, I know the Mayor isn't a bloody retard. Nonetheless, after a massive assault from strange robots, even I'd be a little shellshocked... ok, I wouldn't be, but still...' said Black Knight to the two people, before lowering one of the pistols. He then shouted in a thunderous manner, 'Hey! Mister Mayor! Why the Hell are your hands like that! Answer, or I'll pop a bullet into that bite-sized muscle you call a brain!'

The bomb the mayor held in his hands was slowly draining his mental energy. This was part of Masterminds plan to blame the superheroes for the explosion. Slowly and quietly the mayor was able to say a few words to the heroes around him.

"Bomb......invisible......Master-uh!"
The mayor dropped dead in his chair, not from the bomb but from a sniper positioned in an apartment building across the street. Mastermind's plans did not allow him to be known, yet. The bomb suddenly lost its invisibility with a minute on the fuse. Mastermind was confident that it could not be disarmed in this time and was hoping to use it to instill doubt over the abilities of any heroes who survived the blast.
Through a security camera, Mastermind watched the heroes from a monitor at
Freemont tower, his base of operations. He was unimpressed.
But just as he prepared to explode the bomb off the timer, he saw Jones. Jones was not supposed to be there and he was to great an asset to kill. Mastermind disarmed the bomb but left the timer to act as a distraction. A distraction was important because Mastermind was advanced to the next stage of his plan. He pulled the location up on the monitor. "Fremont Science museum, home of the world's largest meteorite collection."

Two tourist types stand outside the Fremont Art museum.
"It's a beautiful building"
"It's is a shame we have to torch it."
"Why exactly?"
"Mastermind wants something thats under it and Mastermind gets what he wants."


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The bomb the mayor held in his hands was slowly draining his mental energy. This was part of Masterminds plan to blame the superheroes for the explosion. Slowly and quietly the mayor was able to say a few words to the heroes around him.

"Bomb......invisible......Master-uh!"
The mayor dropped dead in his chair, not from the bomb but from a sniper positioned in an apartment building across the street. Mastermind's plans did not allow him to be known, yet. The bomb suddenly lost its invisibility with a minute on the fuse. Mastermind was confident that it could not be disarmed in this time and was hoping to use it to instill doubt over the abilities of any heroes who survived the blast.
Through a security camera, Mastermind watched the heroes from a monitor at
Freemont tower, his base of operations. He was unimpressed.
But just as he prepared to explode the bomb off the timer, he saw Jones. Jones was not supposed to be there and he was to great an asset to kill. Mastermind disarmed the bomb but left the timer to act as a distraction. A distraction was important because Mastermind was advanced to the next stage of his plan. He pulled the location up on the monitor. "Fremont Science museum, home of the world's largest meteorite collection."

Two tourist types stand outside the Fremont Art museum.
"It's a beautiful building"
"It's is a shame we have to torch it."
"Why exactly?"
"Mastermind wants something thats under it and Mastermind gets what he wants."


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Just as Bard could turn an image real, he could turn some small things into an Image. He put his hands around the Bomb, and it turned into a picture of a Bomb. Bard ripped it to Shreds.

"Well, that solves that." Bard said.
He took bowed his head, and closed the mayor's eyes.

He took a took a picture of a French Horn out of his pocket, and played Taps* on it, the music reinforcing his sonic shield.

"Let us give respect to the dead. Jones, would you alert the mayor's staff? I'll sit here and inform his family." Bard said.

He pulled the phone over, and proceeded to do just that, giving his name as Bart, which was what he signed his legal documents with Bart, not that that was his real name, just that was the closest legal name he could think of to Bard. Even if a fight was going to break out, it was still disrespectful to the Mayor's memory to fight in his office. He only hoped the others felt the same way.

Black Knight blinked in subdued surprise at the turn of events. Suddenly, the Mayor had been sniped, a bomb had appeared then turned into a picture and torn apart, and he was left wondering who the Hell he was surrounded by. Deciding he would figure out all the details elsewhere, he turned, and began to leave the office. As he brushed past the black-clad woman with the old SMG - NOW I recognize it... MP40... - he slipped a small note into a pocket, which read:

'UHF Radio Channel 42. We need to discuss events.'

Exiting the office, Black Knight rapidly issued orders. '1st Squad, rendezvous at the City Hall. Vehicle 1, proceed to City Hall. We are returning to HQ.' As the Vehicle skidded to a halt in front of the building, Black Knight, looking at one of the more intact wrecked robots, grabbed it, and hauled it in, before sitting down. In moments, they were headed back to the Fortress.

Just as Svetlanka was preparing to dash out the room to avoid the blast, Bard dealt with the bomb in a rather odd way.
This one is rather powerful she observed, best not cross him now.
"Whoever this Master is, he represents a clear threat to the stability of this area," Svetlanka concluded aloud, wondering if anyone would hear her. "We must take action now."
Just as she finished speaking, she felt a hand in her pocket and caught sight of the pistol-wielding soldier in her peripheral vision. Resolving to check on it later, Svetlanka let her weapon hang on her sling and performed a Nazi salute in the direction of the dead man.
"Hail the dead," she spoke softly, "he died in Duty." She then about-faced and walked out of the office, fishing in her pockets and finding the note.
So, someone wants to talk to me eh? I'd bets make sure none of these mensch are listening to me... She hurried down a flight of stairs and ducked into an abandoned office and closed the door behind her. Pulling her equipment bag around her hip, Svetlanka fished around in it for a radio and only after removing a bayonet, several grenades and a notebook did she find it. Svetlanka cursed as she twisted the stiff dials, technology had never been her strong point and she hoped she had the right frequency. Depressing the 'transmit' button, she spoke.
"You sent me a note I believe. What do you wish to discuss?"

Jones nodded, "They have been alerted. We should study they bomb, see if we can find any matches to previous crimes. If the mayor was sniped it suggests that this 'Master' is watching, or there is someone more powerful out there. I'm going to go look into it. I'll find you if I find something." Jones turned and limped off. It was time to report to mastermind. He hoped he had suffeciently gained some trust from the enemy, or at least was throwing a little more scent into their bloodhound path. A car was waiting for Jones outside and across the street in a dark alleyway. Jones entered the vehicle and it sped off. It would do a few laps and Julius would switch vehicles before he met up with Mastermind...

(OOC: Just start when your ready peacekeeper)

Hearing a heavily accented female voice on his radio, Black Knight responded. 'Judging from my observations, both outside and inside the City Hall, I feel that you are a woman who knows the necessity of doing particularly nasty acts to achieve a goal. Therefore, I suggest an alliance. If you are interested, you could come to my facility to discuss the possibilities, or we could meet elsewhere. Your choice. So, interested?'

Having finished informing and consoling the family, Bard left as the mayor's aids entered to take care of the dead man. Bard left quietly and returned home to his gated mansion on the north end of town.

"Tell the boys I don't want any company tonight." Bard said.

The Boys of course, being the loyal men and women who kept the northend peaceful and quiet. Some were in gangs, some were in churches, some were in many diffrent business fields.

"Nasty?" Scoffed Svetlanka, perching herself on the edge of a desk in the dark office. "Such an irrelevant concept, there is only the neccessary and the unncessary." She remembered her schooling in the BDM, the endless lectures on political and racial theory with her cousin Reinhard. Good days she thought as she smiled faintly before snapping back again to the present. "It seems that I have much to discuss, where shall we meet you?"

OOC: Whoops! Sorry for not posting for a while

IC: Rafzekael perched on a windowsill. How many super...people are in frickin' city? He shook his head. He jumped down onto the street and began wandering around aimlessly. The Mayor's death didn't phase him. He'd seen plenty of people shot, stabbed and killed by otherworldly means. However, the sheer amount of superheroes and villians concentrated on one area did.