The Campaign against Crime

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Stop me if you've heard this one... Chris thought to himself, stepping down out of the winne-mobile. A superhero walks into a bar, and the bartender asks...

He stepped into the bar, inhaling the deep smell of booze. Chris didn't really go into bars often enough to tell the difference between a bar and a pub, so he just kept on assuming that this was a bar, when in fact, it was a pub.

"Can I get you anything?" The bartender asked, nodding to Chris as he came in.

"Er, no...I'm looking for someone." he sighed. There goes that joke. He was dressed in civilian clothing, so it would be pretty hard to recognize him as a superhero.

He spotted the man he was looking for almost immediately,

@lysion"Seriously man, do you wear that armor everywhere?"

The man looked...there was no other way to say it; he looked like a punk. Full on combat armor, that smirk on his face, that look in his eyes... Beggars can't be choosers I suppose. Chris sat down at the bar (which was contained within a pub) then continued speaking to the man.

"I've heard good things about you, you're Lysion, right? My name is Chris, commonly known as Stinkeye, and I'd like to extend an invitation..."

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The mercenary's seventh pint was going down when a weird man entered.

What the heck? Can't i spend the money i earn in peace?!

The man started talking, with Lysion ordering the eight beer.

Stinkeye? wasn't that the name of the idiot that fought crime with home-made gadgets?

Yes, i always wear my armour, and yes, I'm good at what i do. The mercenary sighed. You're...you are the superhero-kind, right?

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Stinkeye looked at the guy. Seven pints were scattered about the bar in front of him, and he was on his eighth now. "Yes, I am the idiot that fought crime with home made-gadgets. Thank you for noticing. As for you, I know you're a mercenary, but you've done a lot of good. I'm forming a team to deal with threats across the country. I'd like you to be a part of that team. You'll have a place to stay, food, and no shortage of work to do. Although to be honest, aside from the food and place to stay, I can't offer you much in the way of payment."

Stinkeye took a breath and paused, waiting for the merc's answer.

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The mercenary thought about the idea.

Ok, I'm sort-of-drunk, momentarily in a good mood, and don't have economic problems.

The merc had just completed a really well paid job, and was economically stable.

And I'd make dad happy.

Lysion took a moment, taking a sip at the eight beer, that had arrived in the meanwhile.

You know what? I'm in. But don't expect me to hold back, sick Baastards and criminals often deserve death, in my opinion.

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(OOC: Whoops, my bad lol)

Stinkeye sighed with relief. "So long as the crime fits the punishment. I won't have you cutting off the hands of looters."

He gestured outside.

"My winne's out here, which is where we're probably going to be staying while we find the other members. Don't worry, its really spacious, there's probably room for like six people to sleep in there."

His eyes shifted over to the merc, realizing how awkward it would be to sleep in a winnebago with a bunch of people he didn't know. He'd have to trust his judgement on these guys. At least recruiting Lysion had gone well, but there were still a few more heroes he had heard about.

"There are a few people we still need to track down; some guy who's said to have bullet-time powers that plays ping-pong, a robot doctor, and a dude who pukes up rainbows."

Stinkeye smirked, that last power on the list never failed to amuse him.

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What the actual fuck? This is going to be weird.

The young man finished his last beer, and stood up, paying the bill.

I'd be a hypocrite punishing looters more than necessary. I'm talking about the murderers-rapists class, they'll end up badly if i catch them.

Punk started walking towards the door, while looking at the wagon outside.

Not even a bit of style.....

Accommodation isn't a problem for me, I'm used to much worse.

Shall we go and find these freaks then?

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@lysion

Chris nodded, relieved.

Rainbow powers...

He unlocked the winne-mobile, leading Lysion inside. As Chris had stated, it was very spacious, and nicely decorated. A bit homey, rather than looking like a mission command. "That cabinet over there's where I keep my gear. Obviously I wasn't going to walk into a bar in full super-hero attire."

He pulled the door shut behind them and pulled gestured to a roadmap with push-pins sticking out. "Those are the places we'll need to head. Luckily, they aren't too far away, but it'll still be kind of a pain to track them down specifically. Coffee?"

Chris had wandered over to a coffee brewer and was pouring himself a mug. "You did just have eight beers."

He poured another mug and set it on one of the mini-tables in the back, then started up the winne.

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This does not look like a super-heroes base. I bet the Guardians of Peace have a huge HQ with weapons and turrets.

The sharp one sat down, and took a sip from the mug.

This coffee is terrible.

Thanks for the drink.Oh, i can withstand quite a lot of alcohol.

Hope we'll get active soon, i hate wasting time!

The place is large, at least, and quite stable.

Not that bad after all.

If we really want to use this as a base to fight crime, we should modify it a bit. Stuff like bullet-proof glass, reinforced tires....

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Stinkeye coughed, a little embarrassed.

"Erm, well...I had to sell my car to buy this thing, so unless I start embezzling from my super-villain parent's secret bank accounts I'll have to...wait..."

Chris rubbed his temples. "They're in prison and I have access to the bank accounts. Why the hell have I not done that already?"

He sighed, "When we find the next bank, I'll figure out how much its safe for me to take, then you can suggest some mods. Obviously, I'm not used to working on vehicles."

He pressed his foot down on the gas and the vehicle lurched forward, then fell into a comfortable pace that was just enough over the speed limit that no one would care.

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Meanwhile in New York City...

"I was in this treehouse! then the greek god of creativity was like.... And so we fought those centaurs with Leon...."
Our Hero THE UNDERDOGZ was retelling his courageous tales to a group of strangers.

"Oh! How i wish i'd have a gig and have me some adventure time again! or maybe i'd probably go to japan and meet some cute japanese stars, maybe marry one..."

"See old man--" (pointing towards a middle aged man) "That Greek god Ichor knew i was so financially broke, oh and desperate that he gave me this magic wallet that'd never run out of money!"

"Oh well, gotta go fellas! Imma go home to my treehouse, chill... todays performance was tiring AF!"

Leaving the group of people... Neil wiped tears off his cheeks...
"Damn! I wish i can be the fun loving, chaos causing, warfreak i was... I miss my superhero days.." Our hero whispered to himself... Oh only if he knew... only if he did know...

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A bitter smile appeared on the Mercenary's face.

Problems with your parents? I've had a lot of that too.

Lysion checked his smart-phone, then said:

I'm quite good at adapting vehicles, protection and escort contracts are the ones i accept the most.

And fron the economical point of view, i should be able to contribute. I need to refill part of my equipment, but there should be some money left after that.

The man watched out of the window, thinking again at his biological parents, that he had not seen for over five years.

So, who's next? the robot or the rainbow-pucker?

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The winne-mobile drove on, Stinkeye sipping his coffee as his drove.

This coffee is really nasty, I hope Lysion didn't notice.

Based on the look on the merc's face, he had noticed.

"We're getting close to New York now." Chris said, "The rainbow kid lives here. We just need to look for an awkward treehouse. He's pretty vocal about his whereabouts. He hasn't done anything heroic for a while, so he may take some convincing."

He said it more for his benefit than Lysion's. Things felt awkward. He had just rounded this guy up with promises of adventure, and so far their adventure was finding a bunch of freaks. Chris changed lanes like a pro.

"After him, we'll head to Gothic to find the paddle-ball guy. I'm not quite sure how we're going to find the robot though."

The hero scratched his chin, staring at the road ahead.

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Lysion was used to the situation getting weird and unexpected fast, so he was riding the wave, sitting in a van with a next-to-unknown vigilante to go and find a man who's power was to vomit rainbows.

And this ain't even the strangest situation i've been in this week!

The guy isn't bad at driving, it could be useful.

Oh, i've heard some really terrible stuff about Gothic lately. It's officially a no-man's land, and a close friend-Lysion was not still ready to talk about his adoptive father- has been there often recently, and has always found trouble. And i mean, supernatural-criminal kind of trouble.

Lysion waited for a moment, finishing the cofee and opening a packet of mints he had in his pocket.

Want one? He said, while trowing a bunch in his mouth-this should get that's coffee's flavour out of my mouth.

OOC: ( we can off panel the rest of the travel if you like, don't like leaving the other members waiting)

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@lysionooc: Yeah, actually, I feel bad about it. So woo, we'll just magically teleport to anyone now lol.

Stinkeye nodded and graciously accepted the mint. "I went there a while ago. I had to get a replacement winne-mobile because of it." He shook his head sadly at the memory.

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"Look, man, we don't want any trouble here, mmkay? We don't wanna hurt ya, but we have to. We're the Cape-Killers." A particularly nasty group of about eight to twelve gangsters said, as they watched Paddleball- who, at the moment, was hanging upside down over the alligator pit at the Gothic CIty Zoo.
Usually, Paddleball would not be in this situation at all- however, he had dislocated his shoulder in a recent ping pong match, and was trying to push it back into place without exactly knowing how. What he could do, was keep talking. "Oh, I bet you don't want any trouble. That'll certainly explain why you boys have guns pointed at me in case I... what was it? 'Try any funny business'? You realize I play ping-pong, don't you?" He said smoothly, making one of the gang members laugh a bit. Bad idea. The poor boy got a bullet between the eyes, falling over dead.

"Funny guy, ain't ya?" The leader of the pack said, nodding to his companion, who simply lowered the chain holding Paddleball. Ok, relocating shoulders would have to come later. Right now, he was about to be alligator food. Twisting his feet in a criss-cross fashion, Paddleball pulled himself to face upwards using only his legs, grabbing a paddle from his jacket pocket as he made his battle computer activate. Soon, everything seemed much, much slower- especially the bullets travelling toward his face.

Smacking the bullets back toward the criminals, they ricocheted off them and hit the ground as he used the blade of his paddle to snap the chain holding him, grabbing the neck of another gang member and pulling himself up while throwing the gangster down into the pit, only hearing some muffled screams. Smacking some more bullets away that would normally have directly hit his chest by twirling his paddle between his fingers, he deflected the shots, and sliced a man's wrist as he soon finished off the entire gang single handedly.

Panting lightly, Paddleball looked around. Geez. He wondered why people didn't BEG him to join their teams. Walking away, he decided to get a beer.

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A bad rainstorm had forced the winne-mobile into Gothic rather than New York. "Easier driving." Chris had said. As the car drove through the slick rain, the hero had spotted someone in hero attire walking the other way. Ignoring the pounding rain, Stinkeye rolled down the window.

"Hey! Are you Paddleball?" The figure certainly looked like him at least. Black costume, with the same type of mask Stinkeye wore, minus the goggles of course. He looked like he had just gotten done with some thugs.

"Get in, the rain's brutal."

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Paddleball whipped around to face the RV, surprised that someone knew his name and wanted him to get into his van. His first thought was, child molester, but he knew he wasn't a child. At least he thought so. Sheathing his paddle, he opened the door and got in, shaking himself out as he took a seat in the back. "Hi, I'm Paddleball." He grinned as he looked at the two in the van along with him.

"Cover your ears, too." He said as he hit his arm against the wall, snapping his arm back into place as he screamed in pain. After a second, he rotated his arm a bit as he pulled out his other paddle. Sitting down, he pulled out a ping pong ball and started bouncing it up and down. "So, why am I here?" He finally asked.

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Chris grinned. This guy was definitely a super hero. "Ever hear of Stinkeye? He's a home-grown vigilante that eliminated crime from Springfield, Illinois." He gestured to himself. "You're looking at him." He poked a thumb over at Lysion. "This guy's Lysion. He's a merc, but he's not like, evil or anything."

Chris swept his arm around, introducing the interior of the winne-mobile, hoping to inspire a sort of awe. Or at least interest.

"I'd like you to join a team of Superheroes that travels across the country, fighting crime and handling threats too big for ordinary police officers. We've seen the good you've done in this city, and well, you're a little more obscure than Dark Vengeance, so we figured you'd be easier to get a hold of." Chris smiled.

"I know its kind of sudden, but...interested? There's free coffee." he gestured to the pot, which was mostly full due to the fact that he and Lysion had been staying far away from it ever since discovering how it tasted.

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Somewhere in Alaska

Dr. Hover roamed a barren desert of snow. It was nightfall and the world around him was growing dark. Damn yanks always trying to catch me, he thought. He saw a small shack in the distance. While traveling over towards it, the robot's mind wandered. He remembered when the American government had him make all sorts of weapons and inventions for them. What did he get from it? Thirty five years of running and hiding from Big Brother. "Those bastards" he muttered to himself.

Once he reached the small shack he cautiously opened it, making sure nobody was inside. Luckily for him it was just his inventions. He began packing his stuff into a duffle bag. He left the shack and pulled out one of his weapons. He pulled the trigger and stream of fire burst from it, burning the shack to the ground. Let's see if the Man can find out where I go next, he thought. He stood in the darkness, as if he was waiting for a response from an unknown and unseen companion. Knowing those rat bastards they will probably will find out, he thought.

The wheels on his feet began to spin, moving him along the dark landscape. Somewhere else here I come, the robotic doctor thought.

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Raven assumed she resided in the lands known as Alaska. She didn't care much for geography. All that had mattered was her father had wanted to come here. His reasoning escaped the elven elemental, and so here she was. Thankfully the climate was a chilled one, a natural domain for herself. Her skin a soft grey in color her hair as white as the snow that fell. Natural comfort of the frozen planes however was shattered by the sound of a gun shot. Speed hastened by currents of wind the young elf darted to the sound.

Vermillion fluid pored from the deer, a bullet had torn into the creature making it's life only seconds longer. For whatever reason however the deer was spoiled and laughing the hunters went about their way. A grey hand rests on the chest of the creature a moment taken to find it's heart. Raven stopping the creatures heart through blood manipulation provided by her control of water. Silent lips move chanting a prayer for the fallen creature before she made way to the hunters.

The first never saw her coming his shotgun ripped from his hands with enough force to shatter his fingers. Barrel placed at the back of his head she squeezed off the last round. Fifteen years old, having just removed a head from existence and she didn't so much as flinch. In panic the other two ran. No loyalty, abominations is all she saw unloyal creatures. When she closed the distance between her and the second hunter she kept it simple. A air current shot the figure into the air he'd come down colliding with trees and branches. Body broken he'd be food for the wolves a fitting end.

Raven found the last man running for his home, a hand reaching the door knob in fleeting effort. A simple gesture of her finger however and icicles impaled the man. His body going limp from the numerous lacerations. However the elf in youthful rage paid no heed to where she was going. And now she stood in the center of a town an obvious killer. She showed no fear though if real danger came her dad was always there.

(Nothing much just wanted to throw something down so the villains were around.)

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Lysion observed the situation.

Even if the weapon choice is.......weird, this guy seems quite serious about his "job".

The merc went towards the fridge, and got some ice, placing it next to the vigilante.

You may need this.

After that he waited,silent, wanting to hear the guy's response to the team's leader question.

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"Team of superheroes, free ride, free ice... Why not?" Paddleball shrugged as he smacked the ball up into the air, catching it as he grinned to them both. Taking the ice from Lysion, he nodded a thanks and put it by the shoulder he relocated, sighing in relief as he leaned back in his seat.

"I hope this isn't a three man team, or else we're as good as dead." Paddleball commented as he noticed the party size. "Get's pretty hard fighting crime with only three people." He said smoothly as he looked around the small van. Grabbing the pot of coffee and a cup, he drank it merrily, not realizing it's putrid taste.

This coffee tastes worse than mom's fruitcake. He thought as he remained emotionless. Smiling, he smacked his lips as he said, "Wow, that hit the spot," not wanting to offend anyone.

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Stinkeye gaped at Paddleball. How can he drink that crap?

"Um, we're stopping off in New York to go get this unknown hero kid called The Underdog. He can puke up rainbows that corrose...is that a word? Corrose? It should be, you know, corrosive- corrose. Anyway, we need to go get him, then there's been a sighting of our last potential party member in...erm, Alaska. So we'll probably have to cut through Canada to get there."

Stinkeye adjusted one of the computer monitors he had laying about (did I neglect to mention them? My bad.) And hurm-ed.

"Lotsa deaths up there. Looks like murder. We may have to head up there after picking up Underdog anyway, whether we get the robot with us or no."

Stinkeye shook himself out of his thoughts. "Right, anyway, glad to have you on the team. Enjoy the coffee-"

he looked over at Lysion, making a face that seemed to communicate This guy must have no tastebuds.

"-Neither of us care much for it."

Stinkeye gestured around the interior of the winne-mobile, "There's beds and stuff. Considering how much time we'll be driving, you definitely have time to familiarize yourself."

Stinkeye was rushing. An entire village murdered? Since when does that happen? Especially the way they were executed...looks like Metahuman...we'd better hurry up and get Underdog.

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The porcelain skinned bird of prey sat overhearing someone's laptop. An interview was being played, about some guy with a skunk tail, or was it a tech thing? She didn't know nor really care it sounded lame to her, the feral frost fem fatale hated skunks. They didn't make for a good meal, didn't cuddle and their smell was aweful. The laptop however then went to a news report about a series of murders in town. The victims had no relation but hunting not long before their demise or related to said hunters. Silver eyes shimmered in pride they were talking about her.

A gruff hand gripped the winter witch's shoulder. "Hey lady you look to young to be in a bar." She didn't answer. "Can I see your I.D miss?" Silver eyes met the bartenders blue. "You need to leave" she still said and did nothing. The man's grip tightens and growling in pain Raven retaliates. Frost kreeps up the hand, soon encompassing chest, and in a second he is but ice. Rising to her feet Raven kicks the iced man shattering him into a shower of ruby colored chunks. The rest of the patrons begin to panic. Guns are drawn and she casually looks to all those armed.

A power of empathy sweeps the minds of all those armed. Feelings of pain and loss distributed in mass. The imagination of mortals seizes this emotional unrest and hightens it. The fifteen year old stands encircled by suicide. Slit throats splattered brains and she stands unchanged. Soft feet bring the mysterious woman back into the falling snow. Seamingly vanishing in a blur of wind and falling sleet. The entire time she was playing with her victes. Peeling the city apart slowly. At any time the chaos could grow the serial killer was simply playing.

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Stinkeye checked his computer again. Weird things were going on in Alaska. And technically, that was part of the U.S. so the team was obligated to figure out what was going on. There was also that secret weapon he needed to pick up...

"Alright, new order of business guys. We need to sweep through, pick up as many people as we can and get to Alaska. Any ideas on the fastest way to do that? We haven't accomplished much, but there's been a rash of murders up there."

He looked from Paddleball to Lysion hopefully.

"Seems like a metahuman. Plus, that robot guy I mentioned was sighted up there. We need the Underdog, plus there's been a sighting of a new metahuman - a guy who can atomize cosmic beings with freakin' dodgeballs. Our team would be taken a whole lot more seriously (or not) if we were packing that kind of firepower. Thoughts? Suggestions?"

Stinkeye sighed. He had assembled this team, but so far all they had done was sit around. He needed to get stuff done. With the way things were going, he may as well could've done this alone. Still, he felt better going into this with some powerful allies.

He took a sip of the coffee. "Dammit..." he muttered, letting the coffee leak back into the cup from his mouth. "We should also get a new coffee maker..."

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@sighburr_punk: Jay LeNeau was in his favorite gym, doing some squats. He needed to keep himself in top physical condition in order to stay ahead of the competition. Suddenly, two homemade targets popped up. With a flick of his wrist, a dodgeball was sent into one, which then ricocheted into another, knocking them off their strings that hung them from he ceilings.

"Ha ha, trick shot!"

Dodgeball did his victory dance. It takes about 8 minutes for him to finish. Then he chugged some Gatorade and did some pelvic stretches (they were an exercise he had invented). He needed to step up his game. What's more, he needed a team of people to play dodgeball with!

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UnderDogz's in his room... singing...

"I'm more than a bird, i'm more than a plane... i'm a birdplane......!!!" "Hrmm... i wonder if i could actually be a birdplane..."
"Well, i might want to go to Gothic City, mess with Vengeance! Haha! That'd be fun!" "Or Got to the white house to vandalize and draw penises there..." "Speaking of penises, i need to go pee..." "Why am i speaking my thoughts out loud?"

And so he peed...

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Lision sighed, while checking his tablet, noticing that Alaska's situation was really bad.

Dodgeballs? Well, sounds better than rainbows.....

Let's get moving then! We'll need these guys if we want to face true meta-humans.....I'm not a human, ok, but i do have quite a hard time with most metas.....

And yes, we need a new coffee machine.I'll buy it, i'm italian after all.

That said Lysion sat down, hoping that the talking was over and that they'd start looking for the team additions.

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The RV pulled up to a treehouse in New York. Supposedly, this was where the Underdog lived.

Stinkeye hopped out of the winne-mobile (in costume now) and scrambled up the tree.

Wow...he really is just a kid.

"No time to explain! There's an RV down there, we're going to Alaska to catch a killer who may be a metahuman. Interested? Gotta hurry. Either come with me or stay here."

That was all the explanation the rather odd-looking boy got, as Stinkeye leaped down from the treehouse, landed on the RV, then jumped off, hurrying back inside.

There had been more deaths. This was taking too long.

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"Woah woah woah! Can i finish what i'm doing man? like really man! I'm peeing here..."

But this thing right here, sounding like an exciting adventure!
"catching a killer? I'm in..."

Moments after he entered the vehicle, Underdogz asked---
"Why does it smile like pee in here? haha!"

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Chris was a little perturbed that the kid had a toilet in what most people would consider their living room, but hey, a hero's a hero.

The boy had climbed down and gotten into the winne.

"Why does it smile like pee in here? haha!"

Chris sighed. "I got it used. Anyway, we just have a few more people to grab, then we can head for Alaska, we don't have any time to waste."

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What was once a simple wall rises to daunting heights a barrier shielding the frost fatal from the outside world. It's glacier like durability safeguarding those inside. The gates of ice freezing to the touch frost bite a welcome wolf in the providence. The building that once stood has changed, distorted into a castle. Majestic and deserving of it's own fairy tale. A towering construction as beautiful as it is cold. It's the fabrication though of a troubled girl, craving a home she made her own. The expense littered the yard.

Numerous people remained frozen solid in the snow, statues left in various forms of decay. Those statues had children playing in the distance. Lively and happy the little ones played in the snow giggling and joyous. Never yet realizing what the winter raven had done. They felt themselves in a story book and rejoiced. The teachers and staff were scattered shards in their rooms nobody would put them together again. The killer had mistook the teachers as slavers, some commanding non parental unit. And so she took their lives. None of it was enough however.

The fifteen year old didn't want the friendship of little ones. The brutality wasn't satisfying. The home was the essence of her dreams but it didn't fill the void. What she craved was a challenge, or a hunt something to truly test her. Or better yet to be in the presence again of her father. Yuric Steuernagel, but he was away and it only birthed a storm in the winter Raven.

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"Hey hey hey! so do we get benefits in this group thingy? because what if agent grumpy here (points to Lysion) dies during a mission? Oh and if you die can i be leader?"

UnderDogz said while fidgeting...

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As Stinkeye drove on, his eye twitched slightly at the boy's questioning.

"You get free coffee...you get a free place to stay while we travel...uh..."

His normally good driving was being thrown off, and he had to swerve sharply to avoid a minivan.

"I guess if Lysion dies-" Chris chuckled a bit at the moniker "Agent Grumpy" then continued.

"If Lysion dies...actually...I'm not sure. Maybe we should all write out wills or something so the rest of the team knows what to do if you die?" Another sharp swerve. Eyes on the road buddy...

"If I die, you can vote on who gets to be the leader. I don't care. I don't even think I qualify as leader, except for the fact that I own the R.V."