0
followers
follow

Michael Bennett

Freedom or Order? Pick one

0 · 94 views · located in Barden, VA

a character in “the wicked game”, as played by Bayonet RPG

Description



β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ


Image
Image
Hero or Villain...xWe're all Fucked
Castles - Tom Macdonald
I Wish - Tom Macdonald



β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ

Image Image
Image Image

F U L LXN A M E
Michael Angelo Bennett

N I C K N A M E (S)
Mike, Prime, Legion

B I R T H D A Y
June 17

A G E
30

R O L E
Villain

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian American

H O M E T O W N
Las Vegas, NV

H E X
#DAA420, #FABC25



β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ

Image
S T Y L E
Michael's style is eclectic in nature, he cares very little about maintaining a particular fashion style and will wear practically anything. Most days Michael will wear functional/practical clothing that would fit under either the Streetwear and Rock styles. Whenever Michael goes to a formal event he will dress appropriately, covering his numerous facial tattoos with makeup and removing the majority of his piercings. With the large amount of wealth he has amassed during his time of villainy, which he masks as money he obtained mixed martial artist, Michael also enjoys wearing expensive jewelry and designer clothes while enjoying the night life.

While in his villainous personas, Prime and Legion, Michael's style differs when he is either one or the other. When he is Prime, Michael will wear: an expensive black three-piece business suit, a white dress shirt, a semi-reflective full face mask, white gloves, gold-titanium jewelry (consisting of: cuff-links, two curb chain necklaces, and an analogue watch), and white leather oxfords. While dressing like this he sports two gold-titanium 50 cal Desert Eagle pistols and a bulletproof vest underneath his suit vest.

As Legion, Michael has a much more paramilitary appearance, wearing: full head bulletproof mask, black full-sleeved undershirt, midnight digital camouflage pants, black combat boots, black hooded canvas bomber jacket (which has the Legion's patch on the left-side of the chest and the right sleeve by the shoulder), black bulletproof functional vest, and black shooting gloves. The types of weapons the Legion carries differs by the mission but they will always carry: a combat knife, a ballistic knife, and a matte black Glock 45.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'1", 170lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Michael has a very striking appearance, due to the number of body modifications, tattoos and piercings, he has. There are as many stories as there are tattoos that adorn his body, stories he may share to those he is close to, covering the majority of his body. Physically Michael isn't shredded or incredibly muscular but he has above average height and has an athletic build, which he uses to its full potential after many years of military and martial training. His hair is style shaved on the sides and back while remaining long on the top of his head, which he sometimes braids.



β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ

Image Image
Image Image

L I K E S
- Family/Friends: Michael loves his friends and family and he is willing to do practically anything in order to provide and protect those still in his life.
- Firearms: Michael enjoys going to the shooting range and finds cleaning them relaxing. They're also the tools he used to protect his comrades.
- Cooking: Growing up as the eldest child of two, Michael learned to cook to take care of his sibling and himself while his mother worked.
- Mixed Martial Arts: Michael enjoys watching and competing in combat sports. He has spent the majority of his childhood learning this craft at a local gym, this lead to him pursuing a career in the sport after being honorably dismissed from the military.

D I S L I K E S
- Mental Health: After suffering several traumatic experiences while serving in the military and returning home, Michael has developed: Depression, PTSD, survivor guilt, and substance use disorder(nicotine, alcohol, drugs, etc).
- Vices: As stated earlier, Michael suffers from substance abuse and views this as an unacceptable weakness. He tries to stay sober as long as he can but whenever he relives his trauma he attempts to escape through his vices.
- Heroes/Villains: Michael views the majority of heroes/villains with contempt, believing most of them are harmless. The ones who have proven themselves to be a threat, by causing multiple deaths of innocent civilians, however shouldn't be allowed to commit such acts. This has lead to Michael leading the life of a villain, to protect society by eliminating those who have proven a threat. There is a slim possibility of convincing Michael to not eliminate a target but it is incredibly difficult.



β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ

Image
Image
Image
P E R S O N A L I T Y
There were several events that impacted Michael's character/personality while growing up, the first was when he grew up in a loving home when both his mother, Dianne, and father, John, were alive. It was during these formative years that Michael first develops a deep respect towards traditional beliefs supported by his military family background. These beliefs included: importance of liberty/freedom, to be tolerant and accepting of other's opinions, his duty towards society as well as country, being self sufficient, knowing how and when to use hard or soft force, and to protect and cherish those important to you. The teachings of his parents, in particular his father, lead to the foundations of Michael's character being formed, lessons which would lead to him pursuing a life to become like, if not more, than his father.

While still a young man the unfortunate and sudden lost of his personal hero, his father, and the hardships that his mother faced after his death, transformed Michael's personality. Without two parents in the home Michael had to take on the roll of a father for his younger sister, Christine, which lead to him maturing from a young age, losing his childlike innocence and becoming somewhat jaded. It was during this time that he learned: how to take care of others, being responsible, general life skills, and how to portray strength. It was also during this time that Michael was bullied, leading to him training in mixed martial arts at his local gym in order to learn how to defend himself. He also developed some negative traits, which included: hiding his emotions from others, aggressive tendencies towards those who slighted him or his family, and an overall apathy towards those not close to him.

Still pursuing his goal from a young age to become like his father, Michael joined the military, the Marine Corp, right out of high school. While in boot camp he experienced tough and exhausting days of training but he was able to pull through due to his own physical abilities and the help of his fellow soldiers. This close camaraderie lead to his apathetic attitude towards others to lessen. Although his personality wasn't changed much, becoming more set in his current ways, his time while serving in the military taught him: greater work ethic, combat related skills, first aid, firearms use and maintenance, vehicle use, discipline, how to follow, and how to lead. After his training Michael spent many years serving in the military, becoming a commissioned officer and being taught specialized duties, leading several men on rather dangerous duties in combat zones.

While serving on one such mission a rogue villain appeared on the scene, being pursued by a hero, whose involvement lead to complications within the mission and ultimately the deaths, and mutilation to those fortunate not to die, Michael's men. Michael tried to protect his men to the best of his abilities, including using his own powered abilities, but was incapable of saving his men. This lead to Michael forming his current opinion of contempt towards the greater hero/villain movement as a whole, and utter disgust and vitriol towards powered individuals whose actions lead to the deaths of innocent lives, much like his men. To make matters worst when Michael reported the actions of the hero and villain, which lead to his mission failure and the death of his men, his commanding officers chose to sweep the altercation under the rug and hide all evidence of the military's involvement, not even revealing how and where his fellow men died to their families. Sworn to secrecy by his commanding officers and the traumatic event he experienced, leads Michael to become disillusioned in the military and government as a whole.

Having been honorably discharged due to permanent disability retirement, due to Michael suffering from depression and PTSD, Michael channeled his distrust in government and contempt towards powered individuals into a personal vendetta of his to eliminate all heroes/villains who he deemed a great risk to society, knowing that the government would be incapable and unwilling to stop.



β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ

Image
Image
Image
Image
Image

H I S T O R Y
Michael Angelo Bennett was born on June 17th to loving parents, John and Dianne, in Las Vegas NV. They were in Las Vegas visiting Michael's mother's family, the Masons, for their support during the first few weeks of Michael's life. John, Michael's father, had received leave from his duties serving in the military in order to be home for his child's birth. It was during this time that Michael's parents bonded with him, forming an unbreakable and loving relationship between all parties involved. After two weeks of staying with the family John had to return to the military, kissing his wife and son before leaving, while Dianne would stay with her parents until John would return several months later.

After returning home from service, John revealed to Dianne that he had been assigned to another military base, which lead to the Bennett family moving to accommodate John's career. During Michael's early years this was a reoccurring event, spending the majority of the time living overseas due to John's military service. Although it was tough moving from place to place, Michael grew close to his parents and to appreciate his fathers service, wanting to grow up to be just like his father, and his mother's sacrifice and hard work she did for their family. While living in Japan the Bennett family was blessed with another child, Christine, who was showered by love by everyone, including five year old Michael.

After three years had passed, now living in Hawaii while John was serving overseas in the Middle East, Michael's father died while in the service of his country, devastating the Bennett household. Michael's mother Dianne was struck with overwhelming grief, barely holding it together for her children. After John's funeral, Dianne decided to move back to live nearby her parents back in Las Vegas, in order to receive their help during this hard time in their lives. Through the assistance received from the Masons the Bennett household found stability again but there was an emptiness left in all of them after John's death. Dianne began working at one of the hotels nearby at the strip, working late at night, leading to Michael having to learn to take care of his three year old sister while their mother way away.

Michael began to close himself off from others, except his family, during this time in order to try and manage his emotions. This lead to him becoming isolated from his schoolmates and eventually to him being bullied by others. When he would come home he would see the worry on his mother's face, not wanting to burden his mother anymore than necessary, Michael tried to hide his pain and tried to explain away the bruises and scrapes he had. This only lead to his mother crying even more as she held him tight, trying to comfort the young boy. Michael never wanted to see his mother cry for him because of this again, leading to him finding and joining a mixed martial arts gym where he learned how to better defend himself. He had a talent for the combat sport and continued to study it til the day he left home after graduating high school and joining the military, much to his mother's discomfort but she knew this was his wish since he was a kid and begrudgingly accepted.

While training in the military Michael, as well as the other soldiers, struggled with the hellish training. During that time the soldiers grew close together, becoming family, their camaraderie pulling them through all of the obstacles they faced. Michael showed amazing promise, being physically talented due to his training in martial arts, during his training he was recruited to join an elite force of soldiers, undergoing specialized training. It was here that Michael felt he truly belonged, gaining his second family among the special force. After performing a number of missions under a commanding officer Michael showed that he was a capable leader and was trained to lead his own small elite group.

It was during this time in the military that he first learned about his abilities by chance when he noticed that he would have more munitions in his inventory than he had prepared early after returning from a mission. He found that he was capable of replicating items that he had an understanding of and experience with. While experimenting with his ability he found the limitations of his ability, discovering he was capable of even replicating himself.

During a secretive mission given to his unit they were interrupted by the appearance of a villain and hero. Caught up in the destructive fight between the two, the majority of Michael's soldiers were killed. Only one other member of his squad wasn't harmed, one of their newest members, Jessica Murphy, who had been struck by an explosion, losing a leg, who Michael found and dragged out of the area, after performing first aid, and returning to their base. It was then, when Michael returned, that he first started showing the signs of trauma, becoming overwhelmed in his emotions crying and screaming for his fallen soldiers. During the formal briefing he had to give to his superiors Michael disclosed how their mission failed due to the interference of the hero and villain who appeared at the site. Wanting to sweep this event under the rug enraged Michael, directly attacking his superiors until he was subdued by others. Due to all he achieved Michael was honorably discharged, despite what he did, due to permanent disability, which he was later diagnosed for.

Now back in the United States, Michael found himself drowning his trauma and addled mind with drugs and alcohol. He then began to decorate his body in tattoos to remind him of: his fallen brothers and sisters, the times he shared with them, and important symbols to keep him focused on his new goal. When his mind was clear Michael saw all the havoc, destruction, and death caused by villains and vigilante heroes who were left unchecked. In order to make up for the guilt he has towards his fallen soldiers and to protect the society they died for, Michael decides to use his own powers to bring order to the powered population, eliminating all those who have proven they are a big threat to the innocent and are either incapable or unwilling to change.

In order to do this Michael establishes a mercenary organization know as The Legion, which consisted of himself, known as Prime, and his various clones he replicated. Taking on various jobs against the corrupt to fund his goals, while using the contacts gained to pursue heroes and villains that he believes need to be eliminated. He also spends his time training and performing professionally as a mixed martial artist, in the UFC. With his experience, and notable advantage produced with his powers, Michael makes a name for himself in the welterweight division, becoming a top contender for the belt. He uses this influence to mask his vigilante activities and to find employment opportunities for The Legion.



β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ


Image
R E L A T I O N S H I PXS T A T U S
Single/Complicated

A B I L I T I E S
Replication: The ability to replicate anything, within set limitations. The main subcategories of this ability are: Item Replication, Self Replication, and Skill Replication.
- Item Replication: The ability to replicate inanimate objects. Rules: must be in physical contact with the item being replicated, the item being replicated must not exceed the mass of the one replicating the object, objects will exist permanently unless replicated by The Legion, and both Prime and the Legion are capable of using this ability.
- Self Replication: The ability to replicate oneself. Rules: Legion will have the memories and skills of Prime, when willingly dismissed by Prime the Legion will share the experiences and skills learned to Prime, Legion will know they are a replication and will expend all efforts to protect Prime, and only Prime can use this ability.
- Skill Replication: The ability to replicate the skills of others. Rules: can not replicate powered abilities, skills learned are limited to anything the Legion or Prime are physically capable of doing, can only replicate physical related skills, and both Prime and the Legion are capable of using this ability.

T A L E N T S
Innumerable due to Michael's ability, Skill Replication. Notable talents include: mixed martial arts combatant, sharpshooter (firearms), leadership, military tactics, stealth, swimming, and vehicle use (cars, motorcycles, helicopters, etc).

S T R E N G T H S
- Close Combat Expertxxxxxxxxx- Near unlimited resources
- Athleticxxxxxxxxxxixxxxixxxxx- Calculative/Strategic Mind

W E A K N E S S E S
- Dogmatic Beliefsxxxxixxxxxxxx- Mental Instability
- Vicesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxixxixx- Family, specifically Daughter


β–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆβ–ˆ

So begins...

Michael Bennett's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

1.25 INK

Image
cerys day
Image
Image
Image
xxxwhen i burst into flames
xxxi'll leave you the dust, my love
xxxhope a bit of it will be enough
xxxto help remember the days

xxx
It was a cold, crisp, and clear night. The type of night that people could enjoy. Couples were walking the street, using the cold air as an excuse to steal each other’s body heat and warm clothes. Kids played tag, their air forming small clouds in the air as they laughed. Noise spilled on to the streets from balconies above as friends sat and drank a wine or a beer and put the world to right, staring at the stars. It was an entirely unremarkable evening for most, it seemed.

But not for all. Cerys could feel it in the air. Maybe it was just her own anxiety, her own apprehension about the evening. But it felt like something was going to happen- something big, something that would disrupt the peace everyone else seemed to be feeling. But they needed to do something. They couldn’t just sit idly by. They couldn’t just fade into the shadows and disappear like that.

She made her way across town to the location she’d received. She’d been suspicious at first, but when she’d heard that a number of other heroes had gotten a similar message, with the same location, it began to seem more legit. She was still apprehensive, but at least she knew she wasn’t going alone.

The location was a large, apparently abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It did at least appear to be structurally sound, but was unlikely to have any ideal vantage points for her to shoot from. She could still shoot from ground level, but she always had an advantage with a little bit of height.

She wasn’t enough of a fool to just waltz in, though. So instead, she waited just out of sight, waiting for somebody she at least vaguely recognised to arrive, and pulling on her mask.




Image
atticus hawkins
Image
Image
Image
xxxstaring in the blackness
xxxat some distant star
xxxthe thrill of knowing how alone we are,
xxxunknown we are.

xxx
Atticus didn’t particularly want to go to this meeting or whatever it was. He’d planned on spending the evening watching some movies or maybe getting some work done on his showreel. Or hell, going out for a few drinks. But Lucy was dragging him along, and he apparently wasn’t getting much of a say so in the matter.

Even if he didn’t particularly want to be there, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going prepared. He’d retrieved his gun from the hidden panel in his wardrobe. It’s weight felt strange, alien, but he wasn’t optimistic that things would end peacefully, and he didn’t want to be dependent on his knife. And if he was leaving the house, he would be damned if he wasn’t leaving well dressed. So he wore his usual suit, the holster for his gun concealed beneath the jacket, his mask tucked into one pocket and a knife in the other.

He’d been getting the messages too, of course. Somebody knew that he could have chosen to save his uncle, but instead chose his chance of freedom. Somebody who lorded that over him and threatened him to stick to the shadows, the shadows he only occasionally stepped out from. He would have been perfectly happy to just lay low, to disappear and shed Icarus. But not everyone could do that. The few people he could call β€œfriends” in the villain community couldn’t do that, and they shouldn’t have had to. So that was why he hadn’t put up too much of a fight when Lucy told him he had to come.

β€œAbandoned warehouse. Seriously, could they get any more cliche?” He remarked quietly as they approached, pulling on his mask. β€œThey should have just put up a sign, β€˜this is definitely a trap’!” He added, frowning beneath the mask and instinctively putting his hands into his pockets to wrap around the knife.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

0.00 INK

P i p e r Young
Image
Image
Image
hex: #3e7a4e
xxxfor us the bourgeoisie, so carefree
xxxremember when we?
xxxi don't know what you need to get by
xxxsomething for your mind
Piper had to go to the meeting. Anyone who could figure her out was a threat, and she couldn’t let threats go unchecked. She wasn’t the most skilled in combat, and kept her identity pretty tightly sealed. Revealing oneself was dangerous, and it was a danger she wasn’t willing to face, so she was more than willing to take this seriously from the moment she’d received the message. She wasn’t sure who would be there, and that made her nervous. Sure, she could use mind control to throw any attackers off the moment they came at her, but that was only so useful in a group setting.

The day of the meeting, she tried to go about her routine as close to normally as possible, but it was looming over her the entire day, shaping her every move. She felt paranoid, more than ever. Nothing good could come of this. She thought about sending a message to Luciana, she wasn’t going to be there, after all. It was definitely a trap. But she didn’t. Normally, she backed out of things with too much of a risk of physical harm: she was a one-on-one type, and didn’t like the thought of not knowing the odds, or not being fully prepared. She planned every job she did down to the tiniest detail, and this meeting was giving her major anxiety.

Still, she got dressed (simply: black pants, black top) and made her way to the address. The fact that it was an abandoned warehouse wasn’t amusing, it just solidified the fact that something about this wasn’t right. Piper hated wearing masks, they typically got in the way of her powers, as even the simplest masks tended to draw the gaze away from her eyes. Still, she pulled her mask up and over her mouth and nose long before she approached the warehouse, not wanting to take any risks. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to go ahead and enter the building. After all, if this were a trap, they already had her.




D h a n i Batra
Image
Image
Image
hex: #b85c9e
xxxi see you up again wandering so diligent
xxxcrossing your t's as though it weren't irrelevant
xxxthey say formality, this is what they really meant:
xxxthey can be the walk and we can be the pavement
The overall climate and opinions towards heroes had made life difficult for Dhani. Some of his fellow heroes had dropped the gig and moved on to other things, and he couldn’t say he blamed them, but he just couldn’t do the same. He didn’t have anything else to fall back on, and he didn’t think he could turn his back on being a hero if he tried.

So when he’d started receiving messages, and they knew a little too much about him, well, he was concerned. And when he’d heard about the meeting, he knew he had to go. He didn’t have much of a choice, really. Some might be able to ignore it and carry on with their lives, but Dhani couldn’t. He needed to investigate. It wasn’t safe to be a hero or a villain in this town, and he worried that, over time, just having powers would be enough to get someone put under scrutiny, or worse.

The actual day of the meeting was normal enough: he called Kieran until she answered. Reminded her that she had something important to attend that night, and not to be late. If she was late, he would be very upset with her (as if she cared), because she needed to be there. He was fairly sure that she just didn’t care, but he thought it was important, and if things went wrong, if it was a trap, she would be helpful. He knew that he could count on her if things went south, even if he couldn’t count on her ability to show up on time. He had to work that day, too. Waiting tables really had nothing on hero work, but it paid the bills. Mostly. You couldn’t make a living saving the world anymore, and it was fine. It was. Dhani didn’t mind it, he loved being a hero, he loved helping people. It was his entire life.

He already had his mask in place as he approached the building, and he took a brief moment to survey it from the outside. He wasn’t sure if it was a trap, it just screamed that it was, but it also seemed too obvious,but he decided that waiting around wasn’t going to help anyone, so he went ahead and made his way inside. Honestly, if a trap was going to be sprung, he’d rather it be on him. He could take a bit of a beating, though he would prefer not to. He also hadn’t fully thought it through before he’d done it, as per usual. Still, he settled himself near a wall where he could see what was happening.

Then came a bit of waiting, which was something Dhani had become excellent at over the years. He stood, arms crossed, obviously somewhat apprehensive about the whole thing. None of it sat well with him, and he wouldn’t feel better until it was done.

Then Kieran snuck up on him; his shoulders tensed up as she spoke, and had he not had his arms crossed over his chest, he might have punched her. He shot her a stern look, β€œI told you not to be late.” He didn’t change his voice too much as a hero, he mostly just spoke a little lower. Even then, he occasionally forgot to do that much. He shook his head when she asked if she missed anything, β€œNothing’s happened yet. We were waiting on you.” Of course, he had no way of knowing what they were waiting on, but that didn’t stop him from blaming it on Kieran.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Michael Bennett

0.00 INK

MICHAEL BENNETT
Image
Image
Image
Prime / Legion | Replication | Hex: #DAA420
I am a necessary evil
in an unfair world

Image
| The Legion's Headquarters |

The sound of impact, from the swinging heavy bag, echoed throughout the dimly lit gym room as Michael silently continued to strike it. While striking the heavy bag Michael was approached by one of his replicas, who was serving as his secretary and go between the other replicas, holding a phone outstretched towards Michael. The replica then said, "Someone is organizing a meeting of some sort between powered individuals... and apparently we're invited... They specifically wanted Prime to appear as well."

Michael grabbed the phone and read the mysterious message, trying to discern who might've sent it but ultimately being unable to, and noting anything that seemed important. With a concerned look Michael looked towards his replica, asking "Do we have any information on who sent it and anyone who has received this message?"

The replica replied saying that they, all of the replicas, were unable to find any information regarding those issues. Whoever it was knew a way to contact several powered individuals, so whoever it was must have connections, dangerous ones. Despite the danger involved in going to this meeting Michael felt compelled to do so. The reason for this was because his aliases, Prime and the Legion, were not viewed favorably among other powered individuals, so whoever it was that messaged him must have a good reason.

Covered in sweat, Michael walked towards the gym's shower facilities to prepare for the meeting. Turning towards his replica he said, "We'll go in as a team of five... but we will have a replica take the appearance of Prime. I'll be positioned as one of the Legion... just to be safe." After addressing that replica Michael used his power of self replication, a power of his still unknown to most, to produce three more replicas. The replicas nodded towards Michael before leaving to prepare the equipment needed for this event, while he continued towards the showers.

As the cool shower water hit and ran down his body, Michael thought of the possibilities this meeting could provide. He wasn't certain of the party who was trying to organize this gathering but he had an idea of the purpose of it. It was most likely connected to the organization which was attempted to curb the current situation with powered individuals, by using their knowledge and influence to oust any hero or villain who continued to act against that organizations wishes. Although his and that organization's actions somewhat aligned they couldn't coexist because of their conflicted ideology.

Michael believed that powered individuals could live and act freely, as long as they had not shown themselves to be an existential threat to society and innocent civilians. Powered individuals who fall under this category for Michael include those who: have killed a number of innocent civilians, have uncontrollable or outrageously powerful abilities, do not show remorse for the innocent lives lost due to their actions or negligence. Michael will follow this code for any powered individual, hero or villain, while the actions of the organization have shown they will willingly eliminate anyone who will act against them or their beliefs.

Minutes passed before Michael finished his shower and walked towards where the replicas had gone to earlier, to prepare their equipment. He picked up the remaining Legion gear for himself before turning on their communications technology, ensuring it worked before leaving their headquarters. With everything working and prepared, Michael and his replicas entered an armored vehicle and drove towards the meeting location. It was during this time that Michael hoped that whatever this meeting was would provide him with the opportunity to learn more of this organization, as well as find like minded individuals that would help him against them, but was prepared for the worst.

| Meeting Location; The Warehouse |

Cliche location aside, Michael and the Legion observed the area from a distance in their armored vehicle in order to find a trace of anyone who may be here for this meeting and hopefully for whoever arranged for this meeting in the first place. While remotely scanning the area with drones a number of them were destroyed or were malfunctioning. Obviously there was someone out there who didn't like the fact of being watched. Michael didn't notice who was messing with his surveillance until he noticed a gathering of a number of heroes on a nearby rooftop, before that drone was pierced by an arrow. It was only a glimpse, a small fragment of a second, but Michael had noticed that Artemis was there. He then sighed and shook his head before exclaiming, "Fuck..."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

0.00 INK

Image
cerys day
Image
Image
Image
xxxwhen i burst into flames
xxxi'll leave you the dust, my love
xxxhope a bit of it will be enough
xxxto help remember the days

xxx
The chuckle acted as a warning to draw her out of her own thoughts before Aaron approached her. Even after all this time, she still found his mask vaguely unsettling, but just smirked back at him, rolling his eyes at the nickname. "I... don't think it's a set up. Every time a hero or villain's been found dead over the past year, it's been just one at a time. One body, one murder. To ramp up from that to multiple heroes all at once doesn't seem likely. I could be wrong. But... something definitely seems... odd," She said. "Keep our guards up and hope for the best, I guess," She said with a shrug. She watched as Dhani arrived on the scene, but he didn't spot her hiding place. Not that he took too long to look. Unlike everyone else, who seemed to hang back with apprehension, he walked right in.

Cerys had had the sensation that they were being watched for a while before Gemini arrived, but a slight whirring sound passing overhead draw her attention upwards, behind Aaron. As Adrian joined them on the fire escape, she slowly drew her bow, holding up a finger as if to warn the others to be quiet for a moment. Watching the moment of the drone, she drew an arrow, then quick as she could, fired the arrow at the drone. She hit it with enough force to destroy the camera, and another custom arrow with a small charge built into it destroyed it's propellers. She reached out and caught it as it fell.

"Well. Doesn't look like this is going to be a friendly meeting after all," she remarked. "It's only a matter of time before they retaliate after that, so how about we go in and see what's facing us?" She said, shouldering her bow again and climbing down, throwing the door to the warehouse open. One of the first faces- or rather, masks, that greeted her was that of Red Witch. Spying certainly wasn't the Witch's style, but it meant she wasn't working alone. She strode right past Dhani and Kieran and dropped the drone in front of the villains, crossing her arms. "Typical villains. Afraid to come out and play in the light? Too afraid to fight fair?" She called. If they wanted a fight, they were going to get a fight.




Image
atticus hawkins
Image
Image
Image
xxxstaring in the blackness
xxxat some distant star
xxxthe thrill of knowing how alone we are,
xxxunknown we are.

xxx
Atticus just rolled his eyes at Lucy's theatrics and decided to stick to the shadows, but watched her the whole time. He loved Lucy, but she could sometimes be prone to being... dramatic. And sometimes, she needed to someone to stop her before she did something dangerous. He spotted a familiar face in the form of Lilian, and glanced in Lucy's direction before heading over to Lilian. "Something's going to happen tonight," he said by way of a greeting. "Don't ask me what but... I don't think it's good," he muttered to her. That was the worst thing, the feeling of vague foreboding. It wasn't as clear cut as his visions, but it was definite enough that he knew it wasn't just anxiety or apprehension. "Be careful, okay?" He warned her, raising an eyebrow.

There were a handful of figures he didn't recognise. But he was used to seeing them without their masks on, so it was entirely possible he had crossed paths with some of them at some point before. Two in particular caught his attention, one waltzing in a few minutes after everyone else had and going straight to the other. The taller of the two seemed more on edge, more to attention than the latecomer. Wait, were they... Were they heroes? After examining them for a moment or two, his suspicion was confirmed, and he grimaced.

"I need to go," he warned Lilian and made his way back across the room to Lucy. Lucy's hatred for heroes was significant, and he could only imagine how she was going to react once she realised. But before he could get there, the door burst open and in walked another group. One of them held a damaged drone and had a bow and quiver of arrows across her back. Artemis. They were heroes. Was this a set up? Why would the heroes corner them like this? It didn't match up with most of the things they did. And then Artemis tossed the drone to the ground and made some comment about being watched, taunting them. Atticus hadn't known of any active attempts to monitor the heroes. Lucy certainly hadn't mentioned anything. The realisation then, that they could be being watched by an outsider, hit him. He reached out a hand to stop Lucy from saying or doing anything drastic- but it was too late. As heroes and villains did, things didn't take long to turn into a full blown brawl. He'd never liked fighting like this. It was too close, too messy, too... personal. This wasn't how he'd been taught to fight, and the nagging suspicion that this was being set up by somebody else was still getting to him.

He had fully intended on just trying to get out of the middle of the fighting. But people had seen him with the villains, and apparently thought that meant he needed to die as well. He found himself drawing his knife as self defense, slashing to try and get people away from him. Then out of nowhere, something - no, someone- hit him from above. As they fell, the knife went flying from Atticus' hand and the person knocked his mask off and out of reach. Almost instinctively, he threw a punch towards their mask. Something crunched, but he wasn't sure if it was his fist or their nose. Their reaction gave him a chance to scramble to his feet and retrieve his knife. His mask, however, was gone, kicked away by the fighting.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

0.00 INK

#, as written by Maci-Care
Image
LUCIANA MORRISON
Image
Image
Image
Red Witch | Mask | Outfit | #571616
Image
xxx Yeah someone pour it in
xxx Make it a dirt dance floor again
xxx Say your prayers and stomp it out
xxx When they bring that in
xxx Bleed it out digging deeper just to throw it away

Image

Luciana was pacing around the open warehouse, tossing a glass bottle she found on the ground in the air and catching it, starting to get a little bored of what was going on. Right when she was gonna yell at Atticus, wherever he was, about possibly leaving due to no one showing up and nothing going on a familiar figure walked in. β€œAboleth! Honestly surprised you made it, little Icarus is around here, hiding in the shadows, you know how he is.” Luciana said tossing the glass bottle over her shoulder and it shattering on the ground.

The two talked a little before the sound of footsteps caught Luciana’s attention, turning to see two people. Heroes. Malfyre and Bludwynd. Lucy scowled under her mask at the sight of two good two shoes. A few scenarios went through her head about what she would run into in this warehouse, but these heroes were not what she was expecting at all. Before she could say anything or even ready her powers, a door flew open and another group of heroes walked in. β€œHmm, so this was a set up by the heroes. Surprising, but at least fun.” She whispered to Aboleth. This time there were three heroes, two of which she probably despised the most. Paladin - a good two shoes, Artemis - a powerless human, and Gemini - an annoying mystery.

Artemis through a hunk of metal down and rambled on, something about fighting fair. In a matter of seconds Red Witch made cuts on her hands and blood started flowing down her finger tips. These heroes just asked for a fight, it would be Luciana’s pleasure to give what they asked for. There were five of them and she only knew of two of her allies being here, though Paladin wasn’t much a fighter and Artemis was just a prick in her side. Red Witch made three daggers like projectiles and quickly threw them in the direction of the group of three, not aiming for anyone in particular but using it more of a distraction. β€œLet’s fight then.” Lucy said as she went on the move, dodging an arrow from Artemis as she went behind an old generator and kept moving behind structures.

Red Witch probably should’ve focused on the more powerful heroes, but she had a little grudge to settle with a hero in particular, Artemis. β€œHey little miss powerless. How about you leave this to the adults and you can watch with some popcorn as your friends bleed?” She called out with a laugh. Luciana peaked around the corner just as Atticus got attacked and his mask knocked off, but retaliated with a pretty hard hit on Malfyre. β€œFucking idiot lost his mask…” She mumbled to herself before hearing an arrow skipping off the hood of the car she was behind, the arrow actually grazing and scratching her mask.

Lucy finally sprung up from behind a burnt out car creating a bleed staff in one hand spinning it around in the palm her blood was coming out of. The powerless girl shot a couple more arrows at her, but she created a shield with her other hand, causing the arrows slowing down as if going through water and falling to the ground. Luciana rushed forward, sliding under a kick from Artemis and slamming her staff into the gut of Gemini, knocking him back a little bit and giving more space to just Artemis and Red Witch. β€œYou try to set a trap for me, but don’t bring anything more than a bow and a few of your friends? I’m insulted.” Lucy said to the female hero as her blood retracted from the weapon she made and into her hands, and using one of her hands to signal for Artemis to attack her

The two combated for a few seconds, Red Witch being mostly on the defense from Artemis, using her powers to block her attacks, but getting caught by one and getting knocked back and rolling backwards. When she stood up she noticed the ground around her getting darker and she knew, Bludwynd. She turned around to see him attempting to slash at her with two daggers. She sidestepped to try to dodge him, but got slashed by one of her daggers, wincing a little in pain. β€œOh, thanks for this.” She said as the blood dripped onto the ground, and then using it to form a sword taking a stance ready for Bludwynd. He charged and she was able to block most of his swings, the cut from his dagger helped keep her sword’s shape since the wound wasn’t so small.

During their little fight with blades, Red Witch noticed some of the infamous Legion Primes about. She hadn’t noticed them before since she was caught up with Artemis. β€œOh, and you try to bring him to stop us?” Luciana said as she broke away from the fight with Bludwynd and giving some more space. She quickly pulled a replicant and threw him into the hero and ran behind a corner and up some stairs.

As Red Witch went onto the catwalk she spotted Artemis taking shots at whoever below. β€œHey! Bitch!” She called out as she started to walk towards Artemis, forming a bow of her own and taking aim with a blood arrow at the hero. But before either of them could fire the sprinkler system of the warehouse went off and a wall of water formed between Artemis and Red Witch. Luciana scanned the room quickly and noticed others were separated by water as well. β€œWhat the hell?!”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

0.00 INK





Kieran Vallanetti
Image
Image
Image
Malfyre | Uniform & Mask x|xhex: #575772
xxx Bring me out
xxxCome and find me in the dark now
xxxEveryday by myself I'm breaking down
xxxI don't wanna fight alone anymore
Kieran couldn't help but chuckle slightly as Dhani reprimanded her for being late, her voice crackling to life under the mask. "Well I'm sorry, Mr. 'Be on time for everything'. Haven't you ever heard of being fashionably late?" she questioned all too enthusiastically, throwing her hands up in the air as she did so. She wasn't one for stealth in general, but she was keeping her voice down enough as the two stood in the doorway of the warehouse. Turning her face back to look at him she spoke again, "And see! You weren't missing much without me, whoever called us here probably whoosed out and now we're here for nothing. Knew I should have tracked where it came from, but nooo, someone told me I was being paranoid!!" she exclaimed and put emphasis on the last word, as she knew Dhani would understand exactly what she meant. He had told her to not put too much stress or worry into this and just relax. Rubbing her index fingers along her temples over her jacket's hood, she sighed. "Just, watch this whole thing be a dud, and I get to say I told you s-" she was cut off as the sound of others entering the warehouse had caught her off guard. Peering over the side of Dhani she could see a few familiar figures slowly emerging from the darkness. "Oh fuck me." she muttered, the eyes of her mask flickering from their normal state of simple X's, to a somewhat displeased look before flickering back to the normal state of emotion the mask displayed. She recognized those forms all too easily, as a bit of dread but not utter surprise hit her. Icarus, Red Witch, and Aboleth. Three villains she had a few encounters with, and all were unpleasant, for different reasons.

Icarus due to his reputation and use of knives, close combat if he felt like fighting. Need to keep an eye on him. Red Witch, not much needed to be said there. They had plenty of scuffles in the past, knowing each other's abilities and fighting patterns. She was a deadly foe, and an even deadly ability user. She'd have to keep on edge with that one. And lastly, Aboleth, Kieran didn't know much about her, other than that she was capable of using mind control, and wasn't a fan of what Malfyre was doing in the city. While she wasn't an outright threat, seeing her left Kieran feeling a bit odd as they'd have to watch for potential brainwashing and manipulation. Kieran unsheathed her knives from her pockets as she got into a defensive stand beside Paladin, getting ready for three that stood opposed to them. "Well, I can eat my words. This was a setup all along. So...don't even say it." she said in reference to Dhani, giving him an unnoticeable side-eye due to her mask covering her entire face. Bringing her eyes back to the three villains, her eyes squinted hard, this would be a tough fight, but she had a hunch that there had to be more heroes here. Somewhere. But she just wasn't sure. She was about to speak when another door was flung open, and three more figures stepped into the warehouse. "Oh come on! Who the fuck is this now?!" she exclaimed, finally looking over to see who stepped in. At first it took her a moment to realize the three new figures were in fact, friendly. For them anyway. Watching as Artemis tossed what looked to be a drone into the middle of the warehouse, saying how the villains had to remain in the darkness and not able to fight fair. "Oh hi, Arty, Wyndy, and Gemi." she said with an awkward and overly exaggerated wave of her hand.

Turning her head back to the villains in front of them, it seemed to happen all too fast. In simply a blink of an eye, they all engaged in combat. Kieran was caught off guard for a moment as she stumbled back, "So, we're actually doing this, huh? Alright then. Let's get shwifty." she said with a grin. As expected, the Red Witch and Artemis took into immediate combat with the other, understandably so Kieran left Artemis to fight on her own until she'd need some help. Turning her head to the other villain, she fired off a quick concussive blast with her hand which would blow Aboleth back a few feet. But not doing much damage. disorientating her opponents is what she strived for most than absolute brute force. That was for the heavy hitters like Paladin. Turning her attention further into the warehouse, she saw Icarus making a run for it where Artemis and Red Witch were currently firing off shots of arrows and blood projectiles. As she made her rush after Icarus, just barely missing a few stray arrows and blood projectiles, she jumped along one of the walls after giving herself a small burst of telekinetic energy. Pulling herself up into the catwalk above, she continued to chase after Icarus, making sure to never let him out of her eyesight, she watched as he simply used his knives as a means of slashing away any sort of close proximity of a fight. Seeing a small opening under the guardrail of the catwalk, Kieran quickly shot herself under it, and dropped down. As she came down from above, she felt her foot slam into something hard, as well as her armored hand came crashing down onto something, hearing a metal sound clatter along the concrete floor below.

Looking up, Kieran was greeted by a freshly unmasked Icarus. A small smile creased her lips as she finally got a glimpse of the man behind the mask, "Oh hi, you're kinda cut-" she was cut off midsentence as she felt a sharp and sudden blunt force smash into her face. A sickening crunch sounded as Icarus landed a good and heavy punch into her face, just barely managed to avoid the major spikes along her mask. Grabbing her nose she quickly turned away as she could feel it was clearly broken as blood began trickling down her lip. "You broke my fucking nose, you douche bag!" she exclaimed, still clenching her nose from over the mask. She didn't know if Icarus had ended up hurting himself from the initial impact with the spikes on her mask or not, but she knew that there was just a little bit too much blood on her mask to be just her own. Kieran looked back up as the familiar, metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, he had gotten more than just her nose as well. "Get your ass back here, you can't just run off after punching someone, dickbag!" she exclaimed as she gave chase to Icarus who nervously searched for his mask and knife. Slowly Kieran made her way up behind Atticus, grabbing him by the back of the shirt and tossed him to the side as he tried to reach for his knife, "Not so fast, pretty boy. But, I will give you a chance." she said as she kicked his own knife back to him, the metal sound scraping against the concrete floor.

Kieran looked at him as she took her own twin knives out from the pockets of her jacket. Twirling them around her for a moment, "Your move, play boy." she said with a grin. After a moment Icarus had finally gone in for a few quick jabs and slashes of his own, Kieran simply sidestepped and dodged the initial few. Bringing her elbow into his stomach as they grew closer in proximity, "You know, we could have gone about this differently. But you villains always have to ruin the party, huh?" she questioned with a rather annoyed tone, her voice crackling from the mask. But now it sounded as if the audio output had been damaged, flickering between her normal and modified voice. She'd have to make some adjustments to the mask later when she could fix the damaged circuits. Looking back up at Atticus as she felt a sharp and sudden pain slash against her left arm, and then her right thigh. He had managed to get a few good slashes in while she had been distracted. The two continued to exchange blows and dodges as the others around them continued to fight on. Dodging a stray arrow and projectile from the other two from above, "Hey! Be careful up there! Someone could have lost an eye!" she called out, knowing full well no one would pay attention to her ramblings. Kieran gave her attention back to Icarus, and as she went for a quick few jabs aimed towards his abdomen, the overhead sprinkler system was triggered, casting water in all directions. She went to continue on with her flurry of blows, but a wall of water separated the two of them, "What the hell?" she exclaimed, looking around as the others had too been walled off by more walls of water that had been formed from the water system. After a moment she understood all too well. Gemini was here, so of course, the one who could control water would use this as an advantage. "What the hell, Gemini? They were the ones who started this shit. So you better have a good explanation for this, or so fucking help me." she called out, her voice modifier was slowly beginning to die, flickering between the modification and her normal voice at a faster rate than before. She'd need to think of something soon. But all she could do was sit in silence, behind the fountain of water as they were all surrounded by it, being kept from fighting or being able to move much.





Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

0.00 INK

#, as written by Sepokku
Image
lilian anderbilt
Image
Image
Image
xxxxxxyou heat me like a filament
xxxxxxeverytime you're in the room
xxxxxxbut you burned me
xxxxxxand now I’m smoking

Image
It was easy enough to dodge the drones flying overhead, or at the very least to scrub the part of the feed that included her. Lilian shook her head dismissively, Why would you draw extra attention to us like that… With a perfunctory sigh, Lilian made her way into the building.

She noticed a few people had beat her here, in particular, her view gravitated towards the face of Atticus... that is, the mask of Icarus. He approached with a warning, something to never be taken lightly when coming from him. She gave him a warm smile, before realizing he wouldn’t be able to see her smile; she was unused to wearing this stupid helmet. As Icarus started to walk away, presumably to rejoin the rest of the villains, she gave him a curt nod. Her hand went to the electrolaser in her pocket, setting it to deliver a nonlethal shock, but still able to create a sonic boom through the rapid heating of the laser.

Before he was able to rejoin the others on the side of the room, the doors burst in and a new group strolled into the room. One of them threw a hunk of metal to the ground as she strode in, one of the drones that had been surveying outside. Lilian recognized Artemis; she was angry at being spied on, which was part of the reason Lilian hadn’t bothered fielding drones of her own.

It wasn’t long before the groups did what came naturally to heroes and villains in close quarters. Lilian let out a tired sigh and got ready for the ensuing fight. However, no one seemed terribly concerned with attacking her, or perhaps they were afraid to do so, which was all Lilian strived for in life. With a triumphant exhale, she dove towards the ruined scrap metal that used to be a drone, scooping it up in her arms and darting behind a box. With her laser, she cut out the camera from the drone and crafted a stick from the rest of the drone to attach it to; a moment of thought connected the camera to the optics inside her helmet, instead of its original owner.

Lilian had already developed countermeasures for most of the superhumans here, but this was a unique opportunity to gather data on the others and test her existing theories on the rest. Carefully she poked her camera up just high enough to survey the chaos. Dark cloying shadows began to propagate throughout the room, but they dissipated easily enough when the amplified light from Lilian’s laser hit them.

A curtain of water suddenly imposed itself between the combatants, interrupting her research. For a few seconds she considered sending the shock from her electrolaser through the water, but once again the concern of hitting her friends stopped her from acting. Instead, Lilian contented herself with putting a gloved hand into the stream of water and watching it ripple and writhe against her hand. Hydrokinesis... Cute.

Taking advantage of the momentary ceasefire, Lilian tapped into the feed of the remaining drones overhead. It wouldn’t take her long to backtrace their signal to its owner. Someone was watching their feed, and it would only take her a few moments to find out who, assuming they hadn’t disconnected already.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

0.00 INK

#, as written by Maci-Care
00J E N A 0 W A I N W R I G H T 000000000000000000|000000000000000 A D R I A N 0 R O B L E S
Image000000000000000000|0000000000|000000 Image
Image
Image
xxx 'Cause I'm a fighter, a tiger, see me walk through fire
xxx Try chain me up but I'll burst through, I'll defy ya
xxx Set me on fire
xxx Watch them conspire
xxx I will defy ya
xxx I'll set them on fire

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBRN - AViVA

Image
Image
Image
xxx Are we just drowning?
xxx Can you please save us
xxx Black walls surrounding
xxx Can you please save my soul?
xxx Causing our own demise
xxx Causing our own

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxDROWN - AViVA

Image

G E M I N I

H E X
#D6130B 0 | 0 #0018BE

O U T F I T
Jena 0 | 0 Adrian

M A S K
Jena 0 | 0 Adrian







Shortly after Gemini dropped down he watched Artemis fire an arrow and quickly disable a drone and flawlessly catching it. She quickly made a remark about the meeting not being, and he just nodded in agreement as the three heroes headed towards the warehouse and entered, not exactly being quiet or stealthy about the entrance. Looks like the others made it. Jena commented to Adrian as he scanned the area, his gaze ending on something that wasn’t as hopeful as their fellow heroes. Villains. And the infamous Red Witch of them all, along with a few others. And villians… Adrian said to Jena before Artemis tossed the drone on the ground, mocking them for spying and not trying to be fair.

β€œArtemis, we d-” Adrian had tried to calm down Artemis before things got out of hand, but Red Witch quickly threw dagger like projectiles that barely missed Gemini and the fight began. SEE! BAD! IDEA! Jena exclaimed, but Adrian tried to ignore her as he tried to figure out how to get a hold on the situation. Luckily the heroes seemed to have the villains outnumbered, but that might not be enough as they tend to be scrappy. When a dog is cornered, they tend to bite.

Adrian didn’t want to fight, he wanted answers for why they were brought here. The messages seemed more than calling out a brawl and more for talking and negotiating. He watched as Icarus started to charge and he started forming water in his hands, but Icarus was stopped when Malfyre attacked from above and knocked his mask off. Adrian stopped and stared, taking in the villains face and identity. It wasn’t often a villains identity was known, and if they get through this, that would be good information. Gemini wanted to announce to everyone, but watched and tensed up watching their fellow hero get punched in the face and recoil.

Before Adrian could react he heard a familiar yelling and turned to see Red Witch rushing Artemis, but quickly sliding past and hitting him in the stomach and knocking him back a bit, ending up on one knee. Though what she said next caught Gemini’s attention. Wait… did she just accuse us of setting a trap? Yeah… that doesn’t make sense. If they think we brought them here, it means they didn’t send the message. Jena and Adrian were discussing what was going on when he was brought to the ground from his kneeling position.

When Gemini looked up to see what villain had tackled him, he was shocked to see it was Paladin. β€œHey! What’s gotten into you?!” Gemini shouted Paladin continued to attack him, Adrian quickly formed water and blasted Paladin in the face and pushed him off of him. [color=#0018BE]β€œWhat do you think you’re doing Padalin?” But the hero didnt respond, and just charged again swinging at Adrian. Gemini knew Paladin was a fighter, so he wasn’t surprised when most of his swings connected to his gut and was knocked back. It’s the mind controller. She’s controlling him Ade. Adrian looked and saw Aboleth, off to the side.

Adrian quickly went from defensive to offensive against Paladin, he knew he had to knock some sense into him, literally. β€œSorry for this bro” He said as he quickly used water to distract and work him down. His fellow threw a couple more hits before Gemini was able to use a blast of water to slam Paladin into the ground. He didn’t get up right away so Adrian assumed he must either be recuperating or atleast trying to fight back against the villains control. He looked around and now saw some of Legion’s Replicants running about, being attacked and attacking both sides. This sealed the deal in his mind that they were all brought here for a reason, not to fight.

Gemini quickly noticed a sprinkler release in the corner and quickly thought of a plan, and sprinted over and triggered the sprinklers, and then using the existing water to form barriers between all who was fighting, the supply of water made it less taxing on him to hold up so much water. β€œHey! Stop it!” He shouted, then a little surprised when people actually stopped and looked in his direction, both sides asking what he was doing. β€œShut up everyone. Now listen. We didn’t set you up for this meeting, and I’m assuming you villains didn’t set us up. Now how about we take a minute or two to discuss whatever the fuck is going on. Then maybe we can fight.” Adrian commanded out to everyone. Nice speech babe, hopefully it works, if not, let me have a little fun and create some steam. If they would all agree he would dispersed the water, if they didn’t, atleast now he had the advantage again against the villains.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cerys Day Character Portrait: Atticus Hawkins Character Portrait: Kieran Valanetti Character Portrait: Piper Young Character Portrait: Jena Wainwright//Adrian Robles Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Aaron Langdan Character Portrait: Luciana Morrison Character Portrait: Michael Bennett Character Portrait: Dhani Batra

0.00 INK

Image
cerys day
Image
Image
Image
xxxwhen i burst into flames
xxxi'll leave you the dust, my love
xxxhope a bit of it will be enough
xxxto help remember the days

xxx
As was always Cerys' first instinct, she tried to find somewhere elevated to take aim, somewhere that would give her a better vantage point. But before she could do so, a voice called out, taunting her about letting the adults fight. She'd heard a similar taunt before, and notched an arrow, waiting for her to show her face again. She saw Red Witch glancing towards one of the other villains and released. She didn't hit her target, but the arrow still scratched the villain's mask, and Cerys smiled. But when Red Witch started fighting back, Cerys realised she was overpowered in these close quarters. She stashed her bow back behind her back and instead went in with her fists. Drawing blood was only going to give Red Witch more of an advantage anyway. She didn't think for a minute she'd be able to take the villain down by herself, not unless she got a really lucky punch in, but she just needed to buy time.

Backup came in the form of Aaron, who actually managed to draw blood. The villain was temporarily distracted, and turned her back to Cerys. Cerys took the opportunity to run, scouting for a better vantage point. She spotted a walkway and scaled her way up to it, sticking to the shadows to give herself some cover. But one thing that Red Witch had said stuck with her. Something about them planting the ambush. She seemed as angry about it as Cerys was. But she didn't have time to dwell on it, because Red Witch had spotted her and had joined her on the walkway.

Cerys laughed as Luciana made a bow from blood. "You really think it's that easy?" She taunted. "I bet you don't even know one end of that thing from another. Come on, the least you could do is be origi- what the fuck?" Cerys swore as the sprinklers suddenly came on, the water shifting almost immediately to form a barrier between her and Red Witch. "Gemini, what the hell?" She called, leaning down over the balcony to spot him. But he'd come to the same conclusion she'd been working towards. Neither of them had set this up as an ambush. Somebody else had called them here.

"The blackmail..." she breathed. "How many other people here have received these... messages, the ones that tell us to stay quiet, that know who we are and know the secrets we're trying to keep?" She called.



Image
atticus hawkins
Image
Image
Image
xxxstaring in the blackness
xxxat some distant star
xxxthe thrill of knowing how alone we are,
xxxunknown we are.

xxx
Atticus' first instinct was to get the hell out of there, before he got dragged into something he really didn't want to be involved in, especially not without the protection of anonymity. He'd already broken a hero's nose, and he really didn't want to get any deeper into it. They, however, did not feel the same. As he ducked to retrieve his knife, they grabbed the back of his shirt and tossed him away from the weapon. He rolled and leaped back to his feet. This wasn't a fight he was going to be able to run away from. They did, at least, give him the courtesy of giving back his knife, but just drew two knives of their own and spun them, clearly waiting for him to make the first move. He was so far out of his comfort zone. He just needed a break- a chance to run.

When he finally reached out towards the hero, they easily dodged, bringing an elbow into his stomach when they got close enough, and taunting him. But their mask was damaged, and the audio was crackling, distorted. The hero noticed that as well, and was momentarily distracted by it. Atticus took his chance then, landing a few blows on to her arm and thigh, before darting away from a projectile from above. The hero recovered quickly and went for his stomach, Atticus darting away from it. But before he could make an assault of his own, the sprinklers came on, forming walls of water to separate them almost instantly. And, of course, blocking off his route to the nearest door that didn't involve running past even more heroes that would probably also try to kill him.

And then one of the heroes spoke. Something about the heroes not organising this, and that the villains hadn't earlier. He exhaled heavily, still a little winded from Malfyre's elbow landing in his stomach, and looked around as somebody- Artemis, he was presuming by the bow in her hand- asked if anyone else had gotten the messages. The ones threatening to expose them and their secrets. And slowly, one by one, people started to confirm that was the case. He ran a hand through his hair. This was... this was worse than they'd imagined. Atticus hadn't asked to get involved in any of this. He wasn't prepared to deal with any of this. Here he was, in a room full of superhumans, with nothing more than a knife and a gun and an ability that made him more of a liability than anything else. He scanned the room- and his eyes landed on one face, the only other unmasked face in the room.

Well. As if things couldn't have gotten any worse, they suddenly had just gotten a little more awkward and uncomfortable. Because, still dressed like a hero but just missing his mask, was Dhani. Of all the people in the entire goddamn city...