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Post by Captain Admin on Jan 14, 2017 15:57:29 GMT
The streets and roads that weave between the endless skyscrapers and buildings old and new at the heart of London.
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Post by Captain Admin on Jan 14, 2017 16:56:01 GMT
5 a.m. this morning...
The small Olympus convoy rolled through the late-night streets of London. Only two vehicles in this one, despite the precious cargo; In one large van was held Ruin, shackled and depowered. The other held the Green Blink, who had been blindfolded to stop her line-of-sight teleportation, along with two guards and a final, quieter passenger.
The Green Blink sniffed.
“Urgh. What’s that smell? Which one of you two died?” she joked. But there was a nasty smell; like badly burnt bacon, which hung in the air and the back of throats.
“Shut up,” one of the guards responded. His comrade glanced at the fourth passenger; a dark grey body-bag. One of the two casualties of the attack. The other body bag was in the van in front, with Ruin. They were the worst cases, but several survivors had little to be thankful for. There had been countless injuries, a littering of first degree burns and at least one student crippled for life.
“I heard some of the witnesses say he charged Ruin. No weapons, no powers, nothing,” the other guard said to his friend.
“Shit, really? Daft sod.”
“Oh. It’s that kid who got shot, isn’t it?” said Blink. “Now I feel kinda bad about that previous joke.”
“Shut. Up.”
“Well, I’m sorry for trying to make conversation.”
The drive continued in silence for a few minutes.
“Hey, S?”
“Yeah?”
“Is it me or is it… glowing… a bit?”
“What? The Body bag?”
“Yeah.”
“So, you guys gonna let me have a loo-“
“SHUT. UP.”
“Alright alright.”
The two guards looked at each other, then back at the bag. It was glowing slightly. Neither of them knew what to do, but they both knew that bodies shouldn’t glow. One, identified by his comrade as S, rapped on the hatch to the driver before opening it.
“F, we’re opening the body-bag. It’s glowing. Alert Goldeneye, got it?”
“Gotcha, S.”
At this point, the other guard reached forward and unzipped the bag fully. The corpse itself just lay there, a large hole in the upper left of its torso and its left arm not connected to the rest of its body. Both the hole and its arm were emanating a soft golden glow. Its eyes were still open, staring upwards-
“P?”
“Yeah?”
“Did he always have purple eyes?”
“What? I’m pretty sure they were gree-“
Before he could finish his sentence, the body exploded into a white, blinding light. Both the guards flung back their heads and screamed, and the driver, having being blinded by the mere reflection off the windscreen through the small hatch, lost control and careened into the van in front. The guards were crying and screaming about horrible beasts and great vines, but as the Green Blink nimbly freed herself of her bindings and blindfold she could see nothing like what they were describing. She clambered over the guard, towards the rear doors, which were suddenly opened by a muscular figure, clad in black and gold and with a face of wrath and eyes of burning red. Canagold’s expression changed from wrath to confusion and shock, however, when the Green Blink double-kicked him hard in the face and leapt out of the van, laughing loudly, and disappeared off into the distance.
Canagold picked himself up off the floor as the lead van began rocking side to side. He took off to gain a better vantage point, before an explosion ripped through the roof of the vehicle. A guard was flung off onto the side of the street and the driver leapt out to escape as Ruin emerged from the wreckage, clutching another guard by the top of the head in one hand.
“COME ANY FUCKING CLOSER AND I WILL CRUSH HIS HEAD!” he roared, but not at Canagold. It was at a new figure who had suddenly appeared; walking calmly out from an alley was a man as tall as Ruin and as wide, completely bald but for a small lock of shining gold hair on the front, and a moustache of impressive proportions. He was dressed in a white shirt, which he ripped off single-handedly to reveal the most impressive musculature in existence. He flexed and posed before shouting a challenge.
“What’s the matter, Ruin? Dare you not test yourself against the majestic arts of combat that have been passed down the Strongarm family for GENERATIONS?!”
“NO! HIS SKULL IS LIKE A GRAPE IN MY HAND, I’M WARNING YOU!” Ruin shouted back, aiming his cannon and charging it up. Canagold slowly began floating behind him, careful not to catch his attention-
The driver of the rear van had finally managed to unlock his door, and sprinted out of the vehicle, swatting around his head while shouting something about the bees. Ruin reacted almost instantly, firing his cannon at the van. What emerged from the arm wasn’t so much a charged shot of plasma as it was a lazy ball of fire, but it hit the van squarely and erupted into red-hot flames.
The Sculptor darted forward, arms up and guarding his face, as Ruin threw his hostage high into the air, firing at the advancing superhero with his cannon. Every shot of plasma was met with a heavily-placed foot and a rapidly rising ball of concrete, perfectly intercepting the bolts. Ruin fled down a dark alleyway, firing wildly behind him, as the Sculptor turned his attention to the burning van. Canagold, on the other hand, had completely ignored the fleeing vigilante to catch the flying guard. He gently set him on the ground before joining the Sculptor in trying to open the rear doors of the van. Before they could so much as touch them, however, they were flung open outwards and the two guards who had been inside were launched out, tumbling into the two superheroes and knocking them over. A third figure clambered out of the burning wreck before sprinting off into the night.
It was about five minutes later. Backup had arrived and the six guards were receiving medical treatment in the back of an ambulance. The debris from the vans was being cleared up and the fire had been extinguished, but there was no body or any trace of it to be found in what was left of the rear vehicle. Whyzz had also joined Canagold and the Sculptor, and was watching dots move on a handheld tablet.
“Good job on the tracking devices, Sid,” she said in her soft Welsh lilt.
“You’re the one who made them, Laura, you deserve the praise,” rumbled the Sculptor, with a proud gleam in his eye. Canagold nodded in agreement, before moving towards the ambulance.
“How is everyone doing?” He asked with a faint smile. A chorus of “Alright”s and “Ok”s met his ears, and the one guard who had been thrown from the vehicle held his thumb up.
“Two broken ribs, but aside from that I’m good, mate.”
The guard who had been taken hostage looked Canagold in the eye, head covered in bandages.
“Thanks for the catch, Canagold. I’d probably be red paste on the road if it wasn’t for you.”
“That’s what we do, bud. Save lives first, fight bad guys second. No matter what. Besides, you guys managed to take on Ruin, mass-murdering super-vigilante, and survived with nothing more than a few broken ribs! You were amazing.” That got another chorus of mumbled thanks and even a bit of blushing. The two guards who had been in the back of the rear van, S and P, smiled too, in a bit of a dazed way. They had turned out to be completely unharmed; no burns, no bruising, no harm through breathing smoke. Nothing. They were just still a bit shaky from whatever the hell the light had done. As Canagold smiled at them too, he heard Whyzz sniff loudly behind him.
“Sid, Louis… does it smell like flowers to you?”
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Post by Lilith on Feb 11, 2017 16:18:52 GMT
Margarita walked the streets in search of a secluded building with no people around. The Redeemer was clear: leave a message to Olympus. She finally found what she was looking for - the building was old and long abandoned. Margarita made sure there was definitely no one inside. She closed her eyes and focused her powers. The girl smiled wickedly when she saw what she'd done - the words "The Redemption of Men is near" were written with flames on the building.
(OOC: Margarita is in her superhero costume so she wouldn't be recognised).
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Feb 11, 2017 17:03:52 GMT
Nathan and Herbert appeared in front of the burning building. Nathan stared up at it. 'Are you sure you don't want to watch some tv? Maybe see a movie?' he suggested, looking hopefully at the cinema next door. Suddenly it started catching alight and Nathan turned to look at Herbert, his eyebrow raised.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Feb 11, 2017 17:06:02 GMT
"Erm, no, we have to see if anyone is inside. Wait, is the cinema on fire too?!" He gasped, turning around in the air.
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Feb 11, 2017 17:11:11 GMT
'Yep,' Nathan said dejectly. 'What's the plan Mr Incredible?'
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Feb 11, 2017 17:16:10 GMT
Herbert whirled around. "Right, okay, maybe this building was abandoned. It looked pretty old and I don't hear screams," he said lamely. "But the cinema needs help-" his eye was suddenly caught by burning text on the other building.
"The Redemption of Men is near..." he muttered. He exchanged a look with Nathan, nefore swooping down to the cinema and through an open window. He messed it up slightly, hitting the window frame, but he got through.
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Feb 11, 2017 17:19:25 GMT
Nathan touched next to him, shielding his eyes from the heat and the light. 'I'm sweating like a hooker in church!'
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Feb 11, 2017 17:22:51 GMT
Herbert gave him a flat look. Luckily it was a run down area; the cinema appeared to have been closed for business a while ago. As such, when Herbert and Nathan ran along the corridors, pushing through doors, all they found were two people; a girl and a boy, probably having snuck in to do whatever. Herbert coughed from the smoke, running over to haul one up.
A wall of flame suddenly barred off their retreat. "What do we do now, Simon Cowell?!" Herbert cried, so desperate he did a Nathan with the pharse.
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Feb 11, 2017 17:33:26 GMT
Nathan stopped. 'Kid, why a Simon Cowell? What you meant was Jeremy Kyle because he fixes problems. Come on Herbert, up your game.'
Nathan turned to the way. 'That on the other hand... That's what Jeremy would call a flaming mess. He can't fix something that far gone.'
He looked Herbert. 'Any ideas?'
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Feb 11, 2017 17:37:36 GMT
Herbert pointed at him. "Touche. Jeremy doesn't fix problem's; he just shouts at them." He backed off as Nathan looked a him. He was scared and felt all alone, usually the emotions that brought out Signe's ability but this time it was different. He reached inside and tried to use a blast of lightning to blow open the wall but instead ice came out of his hand. How eyes widened as he directed his now out of control hand towards the fire.
"Ice! I have ice!" He cried, unsure where it was coming from. He focused, his energy suddenly leaving him in floods. "Argh... I can't! I can't lay down a layer thick enough! It's evaporating too fast!"
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Feb 11, 2017 17:41:24 GMT
'Well, can't you just you just draw moisture from the air?' Nathan asked desperately.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Feb 11, 2017 17:44:24 GMT
"There is no moisture in this air!" Herbert cried, waving his hands around. "What's your excuse, run out of absorption?"
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Post by Nathan Cloud on Feb 11, 2017 17:51:26 GMT
Nathan raised his hands in the air! 'I just wanted to go training!'
He turned to the fire and held out both hands. 'Fine, let me try.' He started absorbing the flames with one hand and they flew out the other, into the other wall of the building which caught alight. 'Let's go!' He ran through the door and down some stairs, Herbert and the people hot on his heels.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Feb 11, 2017 17:55:38 GMT
Well, they had to carry the people, one each, so Nathan used some hidden strength to get his and run, but together the barreled down the stairs. They almost made it to the door but slid to a stop as a huge section of the roof came down in front of the door. Herbert shifted the person, his shoulder screaming as his cape rustled around him, resisting the flames.
He looked at Nathan. "Can't absorb that?"
(oOC: I have to go now but I have an idea.)
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