Disco Duo
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Post by PRO PSYCHO on Jun 11, 2014 14:48:42 GMT -6
[attr="class","staffbod"]With the gates wide open and pathways filled with mourning visitors, the team of police and super powered guests quietly wait for the attacker. Their presence is hidden or disguised under normal clothes, acting to keep their identities hidden from strangers so to not risk the mission. Any minute now the cemetery will be attacked by one of duo, but little to no signs of either has been found yet. As the officers glance around, they found a few visitors fit their vague profile. Sadly the descriptions are rather minimal and they are even less sure which of the two criminals they will meet. A male stranger with dark shades covering his eyes capture their attention, but so does a fellow woman hidden under her large hat and flowers which seems fitting for the scene. To ensure a clean arrest, officers in heavy disguise discreetly approach the two till they were surprised. BOOM! KA-BAM! POP!One after the other, a series of explosive flash bombs both blind the nearest people while shattering the Evers monument. The hooded man, protected by his sunglasses quickly approaches the monument, retrieving a steel box from the rubble. He spins to unveils his afro funk identity as the mastermind villain, Pro Psycho. He laughs for a moments with the treasure under an arm while the officers continue to be in a daze. No one is left to make the arrest except for the members of VU. It's up to them to take action and apprehend this awful man. There are two teams in this event, team a and team b. Team A members are tasked with taking down and arresting Raggedy Rhymes. Team B will do the same against Pro Psycho. After each turn, each team will get a random dice roll to determine their fate. Everyone involved has 4 days to post; after that, you will be skipped and the next round will start. Just a reminder: your posts don't have to be extremely long, in order to keep the thread moving. People are free to join in the event last minute. But no new people will be added after the end of the second round.Team B @danny, WILLIAM CONROY, ZEPHYR FEAR, @mikey, DANIAL WILLIAMS |
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Post by DANIAL WILLIAMS on Jun 19, 2014 12:11:19 GMT -6
Ugh, why was he here? Why was Danial here at all? He had homework he needed to do, studying he should be doing, preparing for class he wouldn't be able to do. He didn't have time for this. Yet a classmate had convinced him to do it. It'll be fun, he said. Good to get off campus, he said. The possibility for building a reputation, he said. And where was this classmate? I don't know. Danial doesn't know. He bailed. And left Danial here among a bunch of strangers in a dangerous situations. Danial didn't even have any powers! Ugh!
The boy had started pacing because of both nerves and frustration. He was mid-pace when things started heating up. He hadn't noticed the cops move in on the new arrivals, but he did notice the loud explosion. Danial was already anxious, he did not need loud explosions and lots of excitement. It was a lot for him to handle--too much for him to handle. He yelped in surprise and stumbled and...
Floated into the air. Oh, not again! This was just going to ruin everything. Why did this always have to happen around him. Danial wasn't the only one to start levitating. No, his super-powered colleagues did, too. Not everyone was affected, but he did notice at least two people stuck in the air. All he could hope for was that maybe the bad guy was close enough to get hit. Along with the incident, Danial felt himself getting tired. This happened every time, too. Hopefully he would be able to fend off fainting. What an embarrassment that would be.
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virus1011
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Post by ZEPHYR FEAR on Jul 11, 2014 7:35:55 GMT -6
"But why disco? This isn't the fucking 70's. "Dubstep duo" would be better. now that's something I could take seriously. Seriously-ish. More seriously than not seriously at all."It was clear from the fact that Zephyr had to be told to move his conversation from a call to text that disrespecting the dead or those who had come to mourn was definitely not one of his concerns. Most just assumed that he simply wasn't grasping the gravity of the situation or he was a complete idiot. After all, he shouldn't have even came on this mission in the first place. The normal healing time for the spiral fracture he had sustained from dealing with Serpenta should have put him in therapy for regaining motion in his arm around this time. But why wait the normal healing time when you went to a school filled with superhuman healers who could accelerate the process? Zeph had been looking at his phone screen, out of boredom rather than necessity, when the flash bombs went off. Slipping his phone into a pocket, he reached back into his bag of tricks (more commonly known as a backpack) to feel around for something fun to throw at the villain. "You know what? I lied, this guy is dedicated to the name. Props for looking like he walked out of a poorly-directed 70's film." Wait. wait... Who the hell decided to turn off gravity? Zeph paused his search when his feet decided to float off the ground against his will. This was... this was different. This wasn't one of Psycho's abilities, was it? It'd be really unfortunate if he got dropped from some ungodly height and broke another limb. Regardless, Zeph couldn't help but adopt a wide grin at the fact that he was levitating. How cool was that? Despite attempting to make the levitation appear intentional, he couldn't actually control where he floated to, and Psycho was out of his range to detect if he had any electronics on his person for him to play with. The question now was how to close the gap... "Oi, master of shitty music, congrats on breakin' a hunk o' rock. Real impressive, that. Clearly yer a real villain now." His tone was oozing with sarcasm, and he even slow clapped to complete the insult. What better way to get them closer together than to taunt the crazy, dangerous supervillain towards him? What could possibly go wrong? ooc: /covers the date stamp. 8| |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2014 21:47:06 GMT -6
Uh, yea, no. Q didn't do the hang-around-the-dead thing. Quentin was amped about starring with the others and all, meeting some funky-looking villains and boppin' 'em on the heads before posing for the camera-though he'd probably skip the camera part in his case-but schlepping around some graves was just a little wack in his book and best left for slowpokes. Hey, loves all around, but those guys were so slow! A few blocks away, he thumbed his thumbs. With his unique power, he was able to finagle a spot that would give him a clear lane into the grave site and allow him to come in full speed/power. So, he was spared the flash bangs but got the call to move just the same. "Ensign, engage!"A streak dashed down the street moments later. In the cemetery, all heckle broke loose; in super slow-mo, he saw a still image of the chaos. The cops were down, civvies were fumbling around like blind mice-in fact, he had to save a few from walking into hazards!-and some afro-headed hooligan was spouting jargon about his funky chicken...? Q locked onto the man, and arched his way, weaving deftly around trees and statues to mask his already rapid approach. Not sure what a 'doo-wop' was, but he knew this dude had to be taken down; a quick look around reveals his allies mid-move, each targeting the afro-assaliant in their own way. Switching back to him during his final approach, he noticed that dope looking chest he was sporting! Don't think he'd mind if Q got a closer look at it, do ya?  The man struck a pose Q wouldn't recognize with hours of Wikipedia, which for the speeding bullet that was Q, made zooming past him quicker than the human eye can register, yanking the chest from his grip faster than his fingers can tell his brain to tighten the appropriate muscles to grab hold of an prevent the aforementioned 'yanking', and putting a good enough distance between the two so that pausing to gloat and perform an entirely unnecessary yet cleverly stitched together dance of manly pride would be be done so safely for the most part. Or, something to that affect. So... looking good; they had the goods, now to pummel the bad guy...who was...shrinking... wanting to take a closer look, Quentin went to move and instead kind of fluttered about like Yoshi or something, his numerous kicks sending him over and forwards. He had to take a moment to let it wash in but in a short while he got it. "I'm...in the air. Hmmmm, yea, why...?" To him, something like spontaneous flight needs a bit of talking-about yanno. He looked around, now helpless as without the nice, hard ground and some gravity to tie it all together, speed was kind of...meeeeeeeeh, pointless! The chest still in his hands, he wondered how long he could hold on to it in this condition...? "Like Dodgeball without the 'Dodge'." |
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Lightning Vanguard
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Post by TERRENCE MINSOO KANG on Jul 19, 2014 21:41:38 GMT -6
If he had known chaperoning was going to be part of the job description, Terrence would've reconsidered the job. He had honestly thought that looking after students like they were herded sheep was a grade school thing. ...Then again, when you've got a super villain on your hands, it would make sense. Looking on at the motley crew, he couldn't help but sigh. To sum it all up, he had an untrained esper, a technomancer, and a speedster.
Yeah, whoever made up these teams should really be fired.
...Of course, he'd been in a similar situation before, so who knows? Maybe this team can actually do i- Oh. The esper is now levitating all his teammates.
...At least the speedster's got the box, and the bad guy's all floaty too. "Yeah, just think positives, Terrence..." He muttered to himself as he looked at the situation through some binoculars. He had found one of those mini-chapel-like buildings that held some rich deceased to stand upon, giving him the best bird's eye view of the situation.
He had chosen his typical layout for when he's the Thunder Hound for this "mission". He had on his custom outfit that makes him look very similar to a ninja from his favorite anime as a kid. On that were fifteen of his custom battery kunai, his fingerless gloves that held electricity, and ten of each of the following bombs: mist (water), flash, smoke, and mist (gas). Was it too much for this kind of task? Maybe, if this team can work together. But, for now, he'll just have to play the waiting game.
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Knight
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Post by THEODORE 'THEO' TEMPLETON on Jul 25, 2014 15:14:33 GMT -6
Theodore, or Theo, or Knight, was hidden. It was kind of hard to hide a bow and arrows when in civilian clothing, which irked him. Don’t show that heroes are around, he mutter it mockingly under his breath, his hazel eyes glancing around the dreary scenery, bow with an arrow knocked and ready for any kind of action.
And suddenly it happened, flash bombs went off and one of the monuments broke. Theo narrowed his eyes, thanking heaven for the shades he was ironically wearing. Theo lifted up his bow from his position before noticing something was lifting off. Or some people were lifted up. He felt one of his eye starting the twitch in annoyance, this wasn’t a damn game and that’s what they were thinking, but now that the bad guy was thrown off, or up, whatever, Theo brought his bow back up and pulled the string back. He loved hearing the strain of the bow and the tugging of his glove that was protecting his hand from said string.
He let his breathing come into control, because everything was about breathing. When a felt his heart come into pace with his breathing, he prayed the momentum of the arrow would keep it going as it shot into the anti-gravity field. Letting go of the arrow and string Theo listened to the twang and watched as the arrow started for its destination, Pro Psycho.
OOC: Hope y’all don’t mind me jumping in or anything /whistles
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Disco Duo
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Post by PRO PSYCHO on Aug 2, 2014 3:51:32 GMT -6
[attr="class","staffbod"]The strong standing man, powerful and proud, grins maniacally with the goods grasped tightly in his villainous hands. Seeing the officers struggling about and a few rather strange people, floating about in space seconds after the explosions. Feeling like a champion, he happily breaths in the air of victory only to feel short of breath for a moment. The same moment which a quick brush of the shoulder from Quentin as the speedy super snags the treasure out of Pro Psycho’s arms and leaving him unaware of the missing object. The force which levitates the students, reached out to the man, causing his body to float up inches into the air. Though quick on his feet, Pro Psycho realized the nature of his surrounding and leaped out, unaware of his missing treasure. His arms collapse together with the lack of resistance as he moved back, causing him to panic for a second. His head peaks down to witness the missing object from under his arm. Whua-? Where the damn thing do? He ponders to himself as he looks around for the lost chest that was possibly dropped in mid leap. It wasn't till the speedster, Quentin, traps himself in the field of levitation that Pro Psycho finds his lost treasure wrapped tightly in his arms. His body turns to the boy and receives a strike to his right arm as his flesh is heavily grazed by an incoming arrow. The arrow missed but it still hurt him a little, causing the villain’s arm to gush out. Pulling back for the attack the man angrily clicks his tongue. He’s job is now no where near done cause of the stolen goods being stolen from him. What a dumb slip up for the master of thieving. Now ready to make his move, Pro Psycho takes a step back to then charge into the force field head first and arms out, aiming straight for Quentin. “I ain’t gonna let you jack this groove!” By kicking off his levitation, his body makes for it straight to his target, and letting his fingertips touch the savory sensation of the chest once again. The dice rolls are on a standard 1-6 die. The Pro Psycho team rolled a 3! (For future reference: a roll of 1 means your team is in grave danger (this is not death enabled, however.) A roll of 6 means that your team will not be touched much. A roll of 3-4 means your team will be set back, but not in as much danger.)Team B DANIAL WILLIAMS, ZEPHYR FEAR, @quentintwright, TERRENCE MINSOO KANG, THEODORE 'THEO' TEMPLETON |
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Swagga
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Post by BARTLEBY BANKS on Aug 2, 2014 3:52:25 GMT -6
Late as always, or fashionably late they say. Being late to the job by an hour early, it would be amazing to some that Bartleby still even bothered to come, especially when the heroic duty is all the way on staten island. Just a huge pain to get to in his mind. Stepping into the grounds with a dazzling studded black suit and a bouquet of flowers, the man barely makes it far before an explosion lets out. A flash could even be seen with shortly after a group of mourners rushing out with fear for their lives. Seeing that he was quickly greeted by action and danger the man with the pompadour bared his fanged teeth, grinning with joy.
"Well look at that. Arrived in the nick of time!"
His eyes, dilating to a small sliver, look ahead as the runs into the action, scuffling his fine shoes. Just as he arrives the scene of the crime his drops his flowers and pounces in, seeing a group of his fellow classmates floating about and a rather suspicious looking stranger jumping into the action. Shocked to see so many familiar faces struggling mid air, Bartleby puffs up while quickly removing his suit jacket and shows from his person.
"FEAR NOT MY FRIENDS! THE SWAGGA'S IN TOWN!"
Seconds after slapping his jacket onto the ground, his body breaks through his shirt as his back and torso grew nearly double in size with his skin shifting to a scaly cover. His body rapidly transforms into his true beast form, with his arms expanding out and his legs bending down, letting the once fitted pants slip down and letting his scrawny tail free. Slamming down with his now large fists, his shoulders shake letting the fur around his neck and spine fluff up into the air. Now that he let the dog(lizard) out to roam free, Bartleby makes his leaps into the anti-gravity field only to zip past the villain and finding himself knocking out Zephyre out from the field. Well that could have gone better. He managed one person out, but the strange scaled beast is now useless in his floating and practically dangling upside down.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2014 17:46:26 GMT -6
In. Sane. Ity. That was the only word that came to Q's mind as he watched all of this. "We're, like, X-men: Summer School, or something! Guys work together...!" He started to complain as he floated there, the weight of the box in his clutches sending him forwards to tumble head over heels like a Quentin-shaped satellite or something. Oh, also, Redbull had a much better chance of staying down when you weren't upside-down. "-BURP!- Oo! Heh, excuse me..."
'Least it wasn't the OTHER opening...'
So, then, there they all were, all a-float like a root beer float, heroes and villains alike. It was about here when the afro-headed villain took notice of Quentin [which isn't all that hard now that he is suspended along with the others] and, being equally caught in the TK field, had no other option but to 'swim' towards him and attempt to reclaim the prized box.
What was in their anyway? Prolly Pokemon cards; Yea, he could see someone resorting to villainy over Pokeman cards.
It wasn't long before the poofy-haired hunk held harshly the hazardous, hamper-like box the hero heroically held himself. And, as soon as Pro Pyscho grabbed ahold of it, did Q promptly tighten his own grip and replied in the manner most appropriate. "Leggo my Eggo, yo!" ....Well, no one ever said it would be a mature response. And, so it began, the aerial bout of tug-o-war with Q tugging his way, and the villain tugging theirs.
Somewhere betwixt tugs, a voice boomed out, shouting something about 'swag' or something; Quentin, along with everyone else, paused to watch the guys antics until he too became unceremoniously trapped in the air...only to shift right back to his bout with the man. "Dude, where were we...? Oh, right! MINE!" Q yanked, tugged and pulled against the airborne baddie. "Let...go...you...fake-ass...afro-samurai-looking...illegitimate son of Mugen from Samurai Champloo!!"
Hey, he had to admit, dude DID look like the love child of Afro Samurai and Mugen! Pffft!
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Post by DANIAL WILLIAMS on Aug 5, 2014 12:54:37 GMT -6
This was all so much for Danial. Not only was there the excitement of the fight, but some kid came and turned into a giant beast!? Absolutely everyone seemed to be getting lifted up by that odd anomaly that happens around Danial, and he was getting really tired. The panicking and tiredness was really just too much for him to handle, and it made him pass out seconds later. With the boy unconscious, everyone (including Danial) fell unceremoniously to the ground whether they were inches up in the air or ten feet. : No Time to Say Hello : Shinxy's PlaythingsCODED BY ELECTRIC |
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virus1011
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Post by ZEPHYR FEAR on Aug 7, 2014 17:51:55 GMT -6
Zephyr probably would have been terrified by the image of giant a reptilian canine barreling towards him if it hadn't been for that overdramatic introduction and the creature's fucking hilarious hairstyle. "Woah waoh, oi, wait a fuckin' s--" he managed to blurt out just before getting hit in the gut with a chupecabra, getting bounced out of Dani's levitation range, and, consequently, gracelessly tumbling to the ground and whacking the side of his ribs against a gravestone in the process. Bloody hell, his allies were turning out to be more dangerous than the villain. He didn't stand up right away, instead opting to just roll onto his back with a dull groan and lay on the grass for a moment. Zeph would pay good money if someone could figure out how to make him less prone to accidental injury. He wasn't out of this fight yet, though. Pushing against the ground, he forced his body to sit up, only wincing briefly at the jolt of pain. Damn, that was definitely going to leave a mark. A brief look inside his backpack was all it took for him to realize that some of his things had been broken from the impact on the gravestone. Alas, there'd be no obnoxious robotic bees flying around today. Grappling hooks, on the other hand, those were sturdy contraptions. Strapping the metal glove onto his forearm, he took aim and fired the claw at the still-floating duo struggling for possession of the box. Ideally, thanks to his target's lack of friction due to levitation, he'd be able to grab and drag away the crazy disco dude and not the crazy RedBull-high speedster. Though, if he did miss, he could just mentally prevent the claw from closing. But then everyone began falling. "Fuckin' hell," he huffed. So much for that plan. ooc: last minute? eh? whut are you talking about? 8| for all those interested, the grappling hook of doom has been previously featured here |
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Lightning Vanguard
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Post by TERRENCE MINSOO KANG on Aug 8, 2014 19:30:31 GMT -6
"..."
Terrence watched on through his binoculars at the fight that's been going on in silence. If these students weren't in potential trouble, he would've been laughing at them. But, seeing as how they're his responsibility, he was starting to get a little annoyed and grumpy at their little sideshow of a fight. Superpowers or not, these were still kids who don't know how to handle super-villains, nor know how to work as a cohesive team.
Starting off with the esper... He didn't even look like he wanted to be here. In fact, it seemed like his stress caused everyone around him to float up in the air. ...And promptly make himself faint. Being a liability to the team is hazardous. Gonna have to talk to him once he gets back up.
The speedster, on the other hand, had some potential. Unfortunately, Terrence didn't have much else to evaluate Q on, other than the fact that he can be quite humorous.
The tech dude also had potential. Not as funny as the speedster, but it looks like he could think fast on his feet. A good trait to have.
Then there were two more kids to look after. The first of them was a transformer. While in some cases being late was a viable tactic, it usually only works if it's planned, or if Lady Luck was feeling generous. None of those things happened, however, as the now transformed kid knocked over his own teammate. Smart.
The second one, however, seemed to be smart. The archer was hidden, and attacked when the opportunity appears. "Speaking of..." Terrence got up from his spot, and quickly made his way towards the hidden student. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he should provide some back-up soon, and decided that he'd test this student at the same time.
As he stopped a few meters away from where the archer was hiding, Terrence spoke. "I wouldn't shoot me if I were you. It just wouldn't do if you went and injured your professor now, would it?"
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Knight
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Post by THEODORE 'THEO' TEMPLETON on Aug 10, 2014 18:31:13 GMT -6
A tiny smirk shot across the orange haired boy, wasn’t a lethal shot but he still did some damage, unlike other person. Theodore then sighed hard to himself as a knocked another arrow onto the string of his bow, but letting it rest instead of pulled back, that was a good way to tire the arm out and pre-shoot when one did not want to. If they were going to take this seriously then he will.
Not too long after prepping himself to shoot once more, he quickly turned around to hear the professor that was overlooking this excursion, on instinct his bow was drawn back and ready to fire. Taking another deep breath before relaxing the string once more with a quick smirk that went away. “So, what brings you over here?” His eyes went from Terrence back towards the field that he was hiding from, well more like where they both were hiding. He pulled the string back once more, hearing the straining, and released once more before pulling out another arrow to knock on the string.
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