THE KINGDOM

@Lady_Liberty: "Oh my, you're such a flatterer", she smirked, jokingly fanning herself before nodding in agreement to Lara's second statement. "True. But if I may ask, was there anything in particular you had in mind at the moment? I could help you know".

@Apex_Cobra: Chuckling I nod. 'Indeed there is. Likely there will be small group and we are going to need a base, some technology and so forth. I'm renting a suite right now but I don't want to just provide for them. Figuring out how to pay for everything is part of being a modern hero. If you could look into some ways they could finance a small base, equipment, and so forth that would be really helpful.'

@Lady_Liberty: Being the Crown Princess of one of the world's premier nations, such a task is well within her range. "I think I can arrange something. I'll get back to you soon darling", she winked playfully, signaling her depart, off to conduct necessary business.

@Apex_Cobra: 'Wonderful, thank you.' Smiling to her. It was a simple task for one of her upbringing, and would hopefully offer some stress relief to her, in addition to assisting the sidekick squad.

Count me in. This team is sexy as hell.

@Lady_Liberty: @OxeRed:

Word had spread throughout the underground Illuminati themed sects and assassins pertaining to the revelation of the heroic Lady Liberty installing a superhero apprenticeship for would be sidekicks. Her brief enrollment and subsequent betrayal of the League of Assassins had peeked the Cajun's interest in a myriad of ways. Seizing the opportunity with revitalized energy, Jean Luc had reached out to a young up and coming member of the League in order to obtain his versatile skills in order to initiate a game of cat and mouse with would be traitor. Their first target, Liberties latest sidekick, Flawless.

@Gambler: [[ Hehe, nice! ]]

:)

OxeRed left me hanging -_- lol

LMAO.

My post'll be up in 10-15 minutes :)

@Mercy_: MNF I might be in and out

@Jean Luc LeBeau Sr.: That's fine.

Max seemed to be standing on a cliff, breathing in the salty air that was blown in from the sea. If one got closer, or looked from the right angle, one would in fact see that he was stood several feet forward of the cliff edge so that he hung in midair. Below his perpetually untidy orange hair, a look of sadness crossed his features.

@Blades:

the bioborg just stared blankly her as he is eating a hotdog, the bread was wholegrain and it comes with several condiments. He puts condiments such as a large dose of fresh relish, with a larger serving of sauerkraut, and some honey dijon musard to top it all off. The sausage itself is a ripper, with bits cut of the sides and deep fried until the outer parts are crispy. The bioborg takes it all in with a big bite as the junkfood was gnashed with his adamantium teeth. The bioborg made it himself after watching a cooking channel, one of the dragons looked cute so Fowler waved at it.

@ Flawless: Louder and louder the rumbling winds became a defining roar as the Cajun assassin, dressed in a stealth black military operations uniform, swung through the air. 60 stories the Living Legend past on his way down when finally the slacking repulsion cord pulled tight jerking his body violently back towards the building. Executed with perfect form his feet crashed through the large bay window as he was propelled inside, hitting the ground with a stylishly acrobatic somersault having already drawn his chrome covered Springfield revolver. Precise maneuvering allowed Gambler to ride his forward momentum up to his feet, his weapons red laser focused directly on his target. Its luminescent beam resting comfortably on the youngster's forehead. "I have a message I want you to deliver." smirked the LeBeau Legacy as he pulled the trigger blowing the back of the inspiring heroes head out. "Dat'll do just fine, thank you."

@Gambler: Cold!

@Kratesis: Someones gotta start playing the bad guy :P

@Gambler: Hah!

How many LeBeau's are left anyway?

@Kratesis: Angelique, The Last LeBeau, Myself, and Kaz.

One of those'll be switching out for another, though ;)

@Gambler said:

@ Flawless: Louder and louder the rumbling winds became a defining roar as the Cajun assassin, dressed in a stealth black military operations uniform, swung through the air. 60 stories the Living Legend past on his way down when finally the slacking repulsion cord pulled tight jerking his body violently back towards the building. Executed with perfect form his feet crashed through the large bay window as he was propelled inside, hitting the ground with a stylishly acrobatic somersault having already drawn his chrome covered Springfield revolver. Precise maneuvering allowed Gambler to ride his forward momentum up to his feet, his weapons red laser focused directly on his target. Its luminescent beam resting comfortably on the youngster's forehead. "I have a message I want you to deliver." smirked the LeBeau Legacy as he pulled the trigger blowing the back of the inspiring heroes head out. "Dat'll do just fine, thank you."

Technically, that's suicide.

@Apache said:

@Gambler said:

@ Flawless: Louder and louder the rumbling winds became a defining roar as the Cajun assassin, dressed in a stealth black military operations uniform, swung through the air. 60 stories the Living Legend past on his way down when finally the slacking repulsion cord pulled tight jerking his body violently back towards the building. Executed with perfect form his feet crashed through the large bay window as he was propelled inside, hitting the ground with a stylishly acrobatic somersault having already drawn his chrome covered Springfield revolver. Precise maneuvering allowed Gambler to ride his forward momentum up to his feet, his weapons red laser focused directly on his target. Its luminescent beam resting comfortably on the youngster's forehead. "I have a message I want you to deliver." smirked the LeBeau Legacy as he pulled the trigger blowing the back of the inspiring heroes head out. "Dat'll do just fine, thank you."

Technically, that's suicide.

I dont follow. Getting shot in the head is suicide?

@Gambler: Isn't Flawless your alt?

@Apache: Nope lol

@Gambler: No way! Well scrap the suicide comment though. And here I wuz, feelin' all whimsical :(

@Apache: hahaah oh okay, it was me

@Gambler: Sneaky Cajun bastard! >_< Good kill though, I could picture it.

GRAAAAAAAAHHHH!

@_Quickster_ said:

GRAAAAAAAAHHHH!

*Shakes head at pitiful bump.*

The air whispered, bringing all kinds of messages to the warlock. Birdsong and the bleating of sheep seemed to fill the air. He slowly opened his eyes, and noticed that all around him was a chasm that seemed to stretch for as far as he could see in all directions. And darkness...Soul crushing darkness. He shook his head, trying to clear it, then dropped to his knees, suspended in the air. "NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed.

"NO!" Max sat bolt upright. A second later, he realised that he had merely awoken from a nightmare. Then he became aware of his pounding heart, the rushing blood he could hear in his ears, the colossal rising and falling of his chest, and the thin layer of cold sweat that coated his body. Maxford brushed his hair out of his eyes and climbed out of bed, partially dressing in the pale light of the moon, and slowly left his room, trying so as not to wake anyone. He exited the building and in the cool, calming light of the moon, with no pillow nor a blanket, he laid down and went back to sleep, the cold grass cooling his bare torso. This time, his sleep was undisturbed by such terrors.

(That's how we bump sh!t around here.)

@RamJam: You want to know who's pitiful?

@_Quickster_: