Arwen Emry's Story

Connor was just finishing up making a batch of pancakes for the group when he got the call. The Superhero Apartment's land-line phone started ringing in its usual high pitched squeal. Everyone in the Squad knew what that sound meant. Only one person had the number for the apartment's land-line, and they only used it for one reason. Super Villains. Connor immediately stopped making pancakes and picked up the phone with serious intent. When it came to stopping villains he didn't joke around.

Liam was on the other end. Liam was the Mayor's assistant, and it was always him who called them. He didn't say much, he enver did. Connor liked that about him, because when there was an emergency that didn't need to talk much. Connor only needed the details. Today it was the Reapers, robbing a bank. Connor took down the address quickly and then rushed around the complex rounding up the members of the Squad who were there.

No doubt they would have of heard the phone ring as it sounded throughout the whole place so that they would never miss a call. Connor took it on himself to make sure to get them ready to go. Then he sent the missing members a text with the address and the word 'Reapers'. Though he wished that everyone would have done as he suggested and took to living in the apartment. It would make it so much easier if they all lived together.

Connor and the Squad who were there took the car they had ready for these occasions to the banks address. All up they were there in under five minutes. Which is impressive, but they have had plenty of practice at quick reaction speeds. The police had already set up a perimeter around the bank by the time they got there. Connor immediately made his way over to the Constable McMahn who the Squad usually dealt with. "So what's the situation here."

"Oh, I am glad to see you guys," Constable McMahon said the Squad. "So we got eyes on Blood and The Freak in the front with a small group of hostages. No sign of Dominus and Hellfire, but we have word of a small explosion from the western part of the building."

"Well, those two will be going for the vault," Connor said definitively. He didn't need eyes on them to know how they worked. Connor also knew whatever plan they came up with, he'd be going straight for Dominus and Hellfire, they were always his true targets. He looked to his team for their suggestions on tackling this situation.

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Outfit

Location{s} || Superhero Complex & Roof jumping at various different buildings

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【Outfit】
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Eris sat on her bed in her room, staring at the Rubik's Cube floating in front of her. In the background, Eris' favourite band that day, Message To Bears, happily chirped away. As Eris stared, the Rubik's Cube moved, rotating slowly as the pieces slid back into the right places. Her fingers tapped her skinny jeans as it moved, hardly breathing and not blinking at all. Her hazel eyes were intense and wide, and she was biting her lip as the Cube hovered and turned.

Slowly, but surely, the Cube was coming together. The pieces slid together, albeit slowly, and Eris let out a slow breath. Her finger tapped to the beat of the music, and once again it moved.

Ring ring!

Eris' expression faltered for just a second in surprise, and the Cube dropped onto the bed, before rolling onto the floor. "Dammit!" She muttered, touching her nose with her fingers. They came back bloody. Sniffing, Eris pinched her nose and grabbed a tissue, holding it there until the blood stopped. "Stupid phone." She muttered again, before her eyes lit up. The phone had rang! That meant...

"We got a mission!" Eris yelled at the top of her voice, placing the tissue in the bin. She did a once over in the mirror, making sure that the long jumper - a short one on poor Rebecca - didn't have any blood on it, before dancing out of her room. She spotted Connor on the phone, and grinned at him, pretty much bouncing.

Connor and the others headed to the car, and Eris tailed them. She could hear the buzzing of their minds, but blocked it out, focusing on the task at hand. So many thoughts were bouncing around her own skull, it was hard to concentrate. She just hoped that something bad would not happen - even though it was completely inevitable.

The car ride was bumpy and uncomfortable, but it was soon over. Eris could hear alarm bells ringing, and the screams of people's minds calling out for help. It was so bad she clasped her hands over her ears and winced every time something new came through. "This isn't supposed to happen..." She whined quietly. She couldn't help wondering if John was around - she knew he was inside, but his presence always affected her somewhat. This time it appeared to be amplification.

"We need to get the hostages out safely Connor." Rebecca spoke up from beside her. Eris flinched slightly, before giving her arm a squeeze. She was nervous, admittedly, but wouldn't let anyone else know. "I can do it. I can fit in the vents to get in." She volunteered, letting go of Rebecca. She projected to both Connor and Rebecca at the same time. "Just get me away from the police. And don't make me go near John. He's making my head weird already." She knew she had probably overcompensated, seeing that her powers were hypersensitive, so it had probably sounded like shouting to Connor and Rebecca. However, she was ready. Ready to do her part for the good of the people - and not as a guinea pig.

A green phone buzzed for a few seconds before lighting up with a generic envelope symbol. Simply put, it meant that there was a text message and given that it'd come from Sang-hyeok's burner phone there were only three possibilities: Connor, his dealer, or James. He wasn't into the whole superhero versus supervillain thing the same way that everyone else in Violet City appeared to be but even he knew better than to let the two lives spill together. His hand slid from the comfort of his sheets to the ugly device and punched in the pin code before his eyebrows visibly furrowed.

Reapers - Scorch

Of course it had to be those assholes from Reapers or Fifth Column or whatever the hell they wanted to call themselves this week. Of course they had to wreak havoc a mere six hours after he'd finally fallen asleep. They couldn't have waited until evening or night time as per Sang-hyeok's alias. No they needed to interrupt his routine at the most optimal of opportunities. It was like one of them knew his daily schedule or something.

Omw Sang-hyeok texted back before rolling out of his bed.

He had one copy of his psuedo-supersuit in his apartment so he decided instead of something that could blend in with the crowd while still being flexible. Fingerless gloves, cleats, and a mask were all obvious choices but when it came down to the shirt and pants he had...a tougher decision. Would he attempt maximum coverage in case of Hellfire's burns or give himself more flexibility and poison exposure? Outside of his fingers and fangs, he had no reliable way of delivering his poison. He didn't like the idea of milking his poison to make bombs and he wouldn't touch any of the villains with a ten foot pole, well not unless it was to beat their faces in.

Eh if I just dodge everything it shouldn't be a problem, he shrugged as he grabbed a performance jersey and a pair of jeans.

After an Uber ride and short walk, he caught up with Rebecca, Eris, and Connor who were debating how to secure the hostage while still taking down the others. Eris offered to crawl through the vents and it seemed like a fair idea...save the fact that any of the villains could probably shred her if they caught wind of what was happening.

"If we do that someone's gonna need to draw attention from Eris and well," he gestured toward the bank, "whatever is guarding the rest of the hostages."

Alex and Max both woke up this morning on the floor. For a moment, they forgot how they got on the floor of their lab, but then they remembered what they had been working on. A new, covert sleeping dart. They got into a fight about who was a better shot, and well....it did not end well. However, they did confirm it works, which was something. They were still only dabbling in chemistry, only create simple new chemicals for their disposal. Nothing too complex, just sleeping darts, tracking darts, paralytics, one dart that would give someone the unending craving for chocolate. They had not gotten to the more complicated stuff, like poison gases, genetic altering serums, or so on. The complicated stuff was very hard to find a purpose for anyways.

The sleeping darts had been used to help them get into NASA's storage facility undetected yesterday. Normally, that would be villain territory, but NASA's servers were not connected to the internet, and they needed that data for Rebeca. They needed to know if NASA had any data reguarding UFOs around the time Rebeca "appeared on Earth", more or less, as well as any flightpaths or unexplained distortions. Plus, it would help them compile their Galaxy Map. And they did ask NASA for the data. NASA said no. Very rudely, too. They insulted them when they said no. "Get lost, shrimps" is what they said. And then they laughed at them behind their backs. Then, Max went back as Gizmo, and they STILL said no! TO a superhero! NASA was apparently extremely rude. So, they forced their hands. At the very least though, they got the data now. And no one remembered or knew what happened.

Anyways, this new dart was smaller now, and more expendable. So it would be totally worth i.....

When Alex and Max woke up for a second time, they looked at each other puzzled. Only twenty minutes had gone by. "Did we accidentally create a chemical that knocks you out twice?"

"I think so" Alex answered. "Though, the second time is significantly shorter".

"How did we do that?" Max questioned.

"Chemistry is clearly not our forte. That should have never happened".

"Agreed" Max mentioned, taking the dart out of his neck. "Still a better shot though".

"Are not".

"Are too".

"Are not".

"Are too".

This went on for awhile, until they saw that Connor texted them. Apparently, they had been unconscious at the time he did. Alex got the Gizmo suit, while Max got the control matrix. Essentially, Max would set up a sort of mobile command post, and work with drone deployments and so on and work from a position that would let him survey the whole area, while Alex would go in and get a close eye on the situation. They would stay in contact to help synchronize their actions.

When the two got on scene, Max made sure not to be seen, but headed up to the highest rooftop in the area that gave him good coverage, and stayed in contact with everyone via the communicators. "Testing, Testing. Can't we ever get a day off?"

"Just get the drones into position. Make sure to establish a perimeter so they cant escape" Alex told him, as he met up with Connor. "So, what is the situation? Sorry I am late, but....well, lets just say a certain someone refused to admit he was wrong".

"WHAT!?! I was right! I hit you first, and my shot was way more accurate!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

Luckily, before Connor had to stop them, the drones finished their scans. "Okay, so here is the deal. Below the bank is an abandoned subway tunnel and a really large sewer tunnel. Both lead to major hubs where they could easily disappear. Eris, I am sending details of the ventilation systems to you and my brother, because you two are the only ones able to fit. Connor, there is a potential entrance slash exit between the bank and the building next door, the building next door is doing renovations so the walls are weaker, and they might be able to blow a hole through. Additionally, there are ten armored civilian vehicles on the street, but given the fact of how...destructive our fights get sometimes, its possible these are just civilian vehicles who thought getting armored vehicles was cheaper then getting them repaired all the time. Now, there is still the obvious exit of the front, and these people might just be insane enough to try it, so I have a sonic rifle pointed at the front door from my location. YOu know, being the better shot and all".

Alex flinched. "I am the better shot".

"Are not".

"Are too".

And, this just went on until someone stopped them.