@Ultimate_Mikepool: @Night_Rake: If he had ever met Mikepool, he would have been very shocked. He makes a mocking face at the horse-looking man and turns back to the unconscious one. "Hmm, I guess the next step is to get the rest of the armor off. I hope he's wearing clothes under that."
@SurelockeHomes: @Night_Rake: Ultimate Mike's eyes shoot open, he raises an armored hand to fire a repulser blast at the man holding his helmet but nothing happens. He looks at it shakes his head, pressing a button the armors wrist and the armor folds up into a more compact form on his back, he tries to stand but falls back to the ground.
@Night_Rake: @Ultimate_Mikepool: The man's eyes opened quickly, and he raised his palm at Sam, who just sat looking confounded for a moment. The man did something and his armor folded up. The man tried to stand, but fell back down. "I guess we should start by checking on the legs." It's been a while since I've been in doctor mode. Here's hoping I still remember how. He starts by checking the man's legs, feeling for broken bones.
@SurelockeHomes: He waves him off "Thanks but my legs aren't broken, although I'm pretty sure I was hit by one hell of a bus..." rubbing the back of his head he feels a warm liquid, he looks at his hand and sees blood
@Ultimate_Mikepool: "Fine," as the man waves him off. "But a broken leg would pale in comparison to that wound. I'd have that looked at if I were you."
@Ultimate_Mikepool: "Hmm." He looks around as if he's puzzled himself, then shrugs. "I'm not sure, really. New York? Or maybe Miami. All of these big cities all look alike to me. The Under-Dogs are supposed to be around here somewhere, but they're usually all around and about the country."
@Ultimate_Mikepool: "Some ragtag group of heroes who got together for some reason and live in that tower" Pointing to a six star luxury hotel in which the under-dogs have a base. "But they're rarely ever there. They are on the news a lot, though. I'm surprised you haven't heard of them, with all of the trouble they get into."
@Ultimate_Mikepool: (1. im out of character. -my fault for not making that clear- 2.just wanted to know if there was a fight going on or something. 3. The Mikepool, i thought it was just Mikepool...)
@Major_USA: "No problem. Well, actually, in this city, chances are there are at least 2 problems at once, but that's beside the point. How are you? You're much bigger in person. What are the supplies for? A super-powered pickup game?"
@SurelockeHomes: I'm from an alternate reality similar to this one,but different at the same time.He is too,though I do not know how he came to be here....lifts Mike off the ground slowly.He needs a doctor.
@SurelockeHomes: "Very true in this city until we can get a firm hold that is." Looks down at the football equipment then back at SH. "They are for my school im the football coach."
@Major_USA: Hmm. Curious. "So, you got a group of children together to form a school and are secretly planning on training them to take on another group of children whom you suspect is evil? How do you know these kids are evil? And how do you know your students are trustworthy?"
Ran lays at the beach sun-tanning and waiting for something to blow up or for a mission to emerge. He takes a sip of a Captain M. and mutter t him self "I bet Cain is out there getting action or at least something slightly interesting. Hell even Alex is probably doing something cooler then i am..."
@SurelockeHomes: "No we dont train them to take down the HFA we train them how to use there powers and after they leave they can stay to join the team or do what they want on there own."
Lincoln sits in his study at the base cleaning his rifle parts and swiftly puts it back together with ease. "City protection" He thought to himself, he had pride in his blood after the position he was given and knowing this he could sleep well tonight, He loaded his rifle with holy rounds and looks down the sights testing its aim "Perfect". A glass of brandy and writing in his journal while sitting by the fireplace was the peak of his evening.
@kiddevil: As he was writing he was suddenly poked by a young demon type. Lincolns eyes widened as he has images of him slaying his first red skinned demon in new Orleans flashed into his mind, He looks over to his horn encrusted pocket watch on the table then back to the demon and smiles in a humble manner "It is a study friend. A place of relaxation not fortification, And besides i welcome a good challenge to my doorstep any day, I presume your Warren. Name has mentioned your a good kid, I look forward to working with you on the team, Something to drink?"
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