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Rawhide

"Trust me, I'm worth the price."

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a character in “Earth's Greatest Heroes”, as played by blackrider

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When the World is under attack by forces that regular men cannot withstand, it has to call upon the Atlas Society, the group of superheroes that are holding up the world.

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"There's no problem a hero can't fix."




Image{ FULL NAME }
Lou Samson
{ AGE }
24
{ PROFESSION }
Hero for Hire
{ FACE CLAIM }
Jason Statham



Image{ HEIGHT }
Lou Samson stands at around 5'11”, which is rather small for a man of his stature and muscle build.

{ WEIGHT }
Samson weighs 195lbs and has a rather muscular, athletic physique and body build.

{ SCARS }
None



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{ LIKES }
Rawhide loves to read, cook, camp and workout. He also loves his alone time and is not the type to seek out the company of others. In mask he loves a good fight just as much as a nice paycheck.

{ DISLIKES }
Out of mask Rawhide cant handle social situations well and literally outright dreads them. He hates almost any form of asian food and does his best to avoid pop music. He cant stand people that go back on their word or try to shirk him on a check, he also has a particularly large bone to pick with people who use their powers for hurting the innocent. Being shot in the head is also a particular pet peeve of his.

{ FEARS }
Rawhide doesn't truly fear anything (except spiders) but deep down he has a deep seeded, almost paranoid, fear of the public shifting against powers in a new age which hunt of sorts.



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{ PERSONALITY }
Lou is a genuinely kind if somewhat self centered individual. Being the youngest in a family of four Lou grew up somewhat isolated, his closest sibling agewise was an entire whopping ten years apart which made life seem more like an only child but without any of the extra attention. Not that his parents would have had time for him anyways. Before long he was used to being mostly alone and left to his own devices, a trait which carried over into adulthood as he is still much more comfortable alone then with people.

Lou doesn't dislike people at all however, no, he is simply so anti social and socially awkward that he has built up almost an irrational fear of human interaction on a personal level. Normally when conversing with someone in real life he comes off as just an average young adult, but in his mind every word he utters comes out wrong or misconstrued until he's a babbling loon trying to explain himself.

That all changes when he puts on a mask however. Something about the anonymity of it just opens him up, maybe its acting or maybe its a part of himself that has been shackled so long that it will take whatever outlet it can to emerge. Ether way when wearing his signature brown leather mask he acts like a completely different man-confident, cocky, and eager for action.


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{ HISTORY }
Born in a lower upper class family Lou was raised more by himself then anyone else, his parents two workaholic lawyers who were devoted solely to their careers. He didn't begrudge them however, even at a young age he understood where his parents priorities had lied: and that was winning cases. It was a fact that he accepted much better then most his age would have, and the realization of the fact made him to decide he needed to focus on just what he wanted his priorities to be.

Actually, first he had to decide what his priorities were.

As he grew up school had never been a real priority, falling to the wayside to optional vocational teachings that actually interested him. By the time he graduated high school at eighteen he was a certified welder, and after working professionally in a metal shop for two years he simply quit one day after a promotion, simply stating that he “Didn't like the work.”

From a connection of a friend he then found his way into the world of printing, a local bindery quick to hire him on as a binding operator. Within a year he lost interest of that to, only to eventually quit just as randomly as he had his previous job. From there he simply worked temp positions, never finding something that truly fit. When it came down to it all he wanted to do was.
1. Help people
2. Be extremely good at his job. Effortlessly good

Then his powers kicked in and a whole new man was born: Rawhide, the impenetrable hero-for-hire.

For the past two years Rawhide has built up a name for himself cracking skulls of C list criminals, having opened a private word of mouth “business” called Hoods for Hire. Working like some strange masked version of a private eye Rawhide takes on almost any “cases” brought his way, ranging from staking out a store for certain powered delinquents to investigating personal matters. It is almost always the former of the two however, people more content to use Rawhide as a blunt tool then a precision instrument.



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{ POWER }
At first it had seemed like any of the hundreds of camping trips Lou had taken, he'd set up his campsite at a favorite spot a good few hours out of the city completely eager to spend the weekend alone and completely cut off from from his fellow man. Lou was completely oblivious to the fact that his life was about to change forever.

Waking the next morning after sleeping under the stars during a particularly foggy night Lou felt a little odd, a little different. Sweeping the thought from his mind he attributed it simply to a rough night of sleeping on the sprawling bed that was mother nature-that is to say the particularly bumpy and rough ground he had slept on. Things didn't get weird until he went fishing.

Sitting at his favorite fishing hole, which was an unnamed pond that didn't have anything really worth catching, Lou had gone to hook a worm for bait while absent mindidly thinking about how sore his muscles felt. The prick of the hook snapped his attention back to reality however as he quickly looked down at his bloody thumb, only to shockingly see that his thumb was in fact completely unharmed. His fish hook however was bent at an odd angle, as if he had pressed the small sharp piece of iron against a rock until it bent.

Dumbfounded he simply stared at the misshapen hook for a moment, his mind trying to make sense of what had just happened as a desperate worm struggled fruitlessly in his opposite hand. Without thinking he dug the sharpened end of the hook into his hand yet again only to have the already deformed hook bend and contort the more he pressed against his skin.

-Lou has impenetrable skin and increased strength/muscle density. He doe's not have “super strength” per se, but more inhuman strength for someone of his size and build. This can be more defined if needed.-

{ STRENGTHS }
Strength: Rawhide has enhanced strength from his abnormally dense bones and muscles.
Bulletproof: His skin is nearly impenetrable and his most useful talent, making him able to survive many things that would kill a normal man.

{ WEAKNESSES }
Rawhide is weak against basically any type of environmental bodily harm, like freezing, burning, and electrocution. His eyes are also vulnerable when opened, just like a normal mans.


So begins...

Rawhide's Story

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Shadow Isle Federal Penitentiary. Built upon an island off the coast of New York City, it had been created to house the extremely dangerous criminals, insane lunatics and genetically-enhanced mutants that had been unlucky enough to be captured by their Government. This prison was created as an answer to the US’ criminal problems, and was highly regarded as the safest and highly-protected prison in the entire world.

But nothing is safe for ever.

In the dead of the night Police helicopters and speedboats rapidly approached the Shadow Isle, cloaked in midnight darkness. The helicopter searchlights led the way towards the Penitentiary, where smoke rose into the sky from multiple places. The Police were closely flanked by multiple media helicopters owned by different news stations, who were eager to get their hands on a nice, juicy story to fill the ears of their beloved audience with..

But the Police Boats and Helicopters were only carrying the reinforcements, as already on the beach and landing pads were multiple S.W.AT. Teams and American Special Forces units, who were talking to their superiors and team leaders through different radio channels, barking orders at one another and trying to organize a plan while the whole Island went to hell.

The entire Island had erupted into uncontrollable chaos. Fire raged from every window, screams, shouts and laughter burst from every open orifice and multiple explosions had been set off throughout the night. Prisoners had escaped through breaches in the walls and attacked the police officers down on at the beach, causing more injuries to the attacking force. From what the media helicopters can gather from their position, a fair number of inmates, police officers and prison guards had already been killed by multiple things, but all of them killed maliciously and with a clear, cold-blooded intent.

The media helicopters, not wanting to give up despite the obvious danger below them, circled around the Island once more, showing better, more convincing angles with their cameras for the viewers watching at home, who were watching with anxiety and bated breath. This horrific event had caught the eye of the whole nation, and no-one knew what they could do to help. The cameras also show the extensive damage caused by the prisoners and, perhaps, the men or man that had broken into the prison. There are multiple broken walls and windows on the ground floor, as well as more on each floor, as well as lots of fallen debris and wiring coming out of gaping holes.

The whole of Shadow Isle is wrecked, dangerous and too risky to survey.

Back in the air, one media helicopter, hoping for a brilliant picture for their viewers at home, dropped its altitude and hovered too far down into one of the courtyards of the prison, and soon caught the eye of the inmates. The helicopter was then assaulted with bricks, bottles and broken glass, whatever the criminals can get their hands on basically, in an attempt to bring down the helicopter and cause more chaos. The pilot of the vehicle struggled to maintain control of his bird, and the helicopter began to lose altitude and crash towards the ground. The camera team, some of whom had already been seriously injured by the debris thrown at them, threw themselves from the vehicle as crashed down into the shallow water near the beach, most of the being killed from the impact, their bodies strewn around the wreckage in a horrific manner.

Police scrambled to the scene, hoping to rescue the men from the wreckage and the news reporter that was in there as well, but were unable to do so once the wreckage caught fire, leaving the squad of officers to back away as it erupted into flames. The other media helicopters, seeing this disastrous event, began to pull out from the scene, and began to simply commentate on what was happening from a safe distance.

On a particular helicopter that was heading to the one of the prison’s few free landing pads was Commissioner Alan Norman, the Chief of Police at the NYPD. The man was desperately communicating with various S.W.A.T. and Special Forces team leaders to try and maintain a calm situation and transmit orders to them, although some of his orders seemed to be lost in translation and forgotten over the loud explosions and shouting.

A perimeter was already set up around the prison on multiple floors, with S.W.A.T. teams ready to breach the doors and enter the buildings in an attempt to save injured inmates and contain the uncontrollable and mutated ones. Norman stepped off the helicopter in a rush, his trench-coat blowing in the breeze and the wind caused by the helicopter’s rotor blades, and looked around the scene. The reinforcement helicopters he had brought with him were now in position, and with his word, began to rappel more Special Forces teams into the prison, whilst S.W.A.T. burst through the doors and began to clear the buildings room by room.

This was a defining moment in America’s history for years to come, the moment where the world first saw those that would become…
The Atlas Society.

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Before anything was going wrong at the penitentiary, Veil had worked her magic once again and was having a nice texting conversation with an inmate known as "O". He was an old man with a jolly spirit. His power was something that made him dangerous but also allowed him to save lives. Sadly though he had a history prior to gaining his powers. He was the Right Hand in one of the largest Biker gangs in America. He had retired before the abilities manifested but due to his excitement as well as inexperience with the ability led him accidentally yet severely injure a group of men that were trying to make a name for themselves. Sadly two of them died and when it was discovered that he had an ability as well as prior convictions they didn't ask any questions and sent him to the prison.

He had little to work due to his prestigious position, his bear like size and strength, as well as his ability. Prisoners and Guards gave showed him respect and those that didn't wound up in the prison hospital on the verge of death, but due to his new found control none have yet to die.

Veil had broken into the Prison's mainframe and started to make it yet another home for her codes. She had always been fascinated by others like her. Her power was almost a personification of her life. She hacked further and deeper until she had access to all the security cameras and prison doors She could easily let them or make sure they stayed in forever, but before she decided to do such a thing she began reading up on every prisoner tht was being held ,as well digging into all their pasts, at the same time. She started making a check list of those she found interesting and those she didn't. She didn't like those tht hurt people for fun and it was during this search that she found "O". A 54 year old man. Divorced twice with five kids total ranging from 21 -30. None apparently showed signs of abilities. His ability was that of manipulating Air itself.

It was minutes before everything went to hell. O was telling Veil about his amateur surfing career when one of Veil's Security AIs notified her that there was an anomaly and a few cameras had been tampered with.

"O, " Veil interrupted. "Is there anything going on there, I being told that cameras are starting to go down in certain areas. Is there anything that's off?"

"Well now that you mention it. The guard shifts are a little awkward tonight. They seem to be running behind schedule or something."

"O, I have to look things up real quick." Veil stated as her AI's sent shortcuts to the camera feeds of where past schedules had changed. Her AI's did good work. She was rather pleased with her creations she usually typed for aesthetic reasons but since he ws in a hurry she simply focused on the three custom made laptops in front of her and entered her commands mentally and all three were running at top speeds where even some of the best hackers would have trouble following. "O you need to get o-," she started to explain, just as the explosion occurred. She was surprised but not initially worried about O's safety because her brain told her he was not near the explosion and the fact that the phone was still on, meant he was alright. There was a sound coming from the other side of the phone.

She wasted no time and started sending "Helps" out to certain "heroes" that she had found in her daily searches that have been going on for years. [Rawhide, Paper Angel, Mach (who was almost there), MultiDude, Norman Dixon, Josiah Armstrong]

Hopefull this would give them a head start.

"Looks like I have early parole," he said with chuckle as the locking mechanism slide back as O continued to increase the air pressure while keeping it small and when the time was right he released it with a small explosion while he hid behind a concentrated wall of air that deflect incoming debris away from him.

"Where to, Miss Veil" O asked. Veil was not only keeping an eye on O but most of the prison populace. There was more going on inside the prison and Veil noticed one of guards were helping prisoners out.

'Thank gawd,' she thought to herself. She was searching the court yard seeing many fleeing. It was then that figure was found killing prisoners with little remorse and excess efficiency.

"O there is somebody dangerous out in the courtyard. He is killing every prisoner that comes close to him. I think you should avoid him. He is heavily armed and very skilled. Turn left and i'll guide you through a back way."

O turned right and went down the stair as he headed towards the courtyard. "Sorry, Miss Veil, but I can't runaway when people are dying. I have seen too much and cared too little in my past. Don't worry though. Big O is no pushover. I've dealt with all sorts of people. You'd be surprised by the number of martial artists and military punks i've laid out in my youth."

Veil continued to follow his route and after 3 minutes of failing to convince him she helped him by telling about blocked passages.

O stopped in the courtyard seeing the figure of man standing in the center of corpses. "Bye Miss Veil. I will do what i can, but please know that you were a blessing for this old man in these last few weeks. Even though i never understood that computer mumbo jumbo you talked about often." And before Veil could protest again O hung up the phone, dropped it and stepped on it.

Veil watched as O approached the man. O was easily a foot taller than the man. While watching Veil started to try to get as much information on the unknown man as possible while she and her AI's tried to assist as many people way from that killer as possible.

"Hey there, kiddo," O said now within 5 meters from the man standing before him. "Let's make this quick. I have a phone call to get back to." And with that he removed most of the air in the area making it harder for a normal person to breathe as if they were in the thin air Himalayas. He took his old boxing stance and started to weave slightly as he inched closer to the man and he continued to build up air around his fist and prepared to release another explosion against the man's chest.

With a practiced distance met, O dashed in with his fist flying for the man's chest.

'May it end with this.' he thought

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Lou had been sitting alone at his favorite hole in the wall bar after a particularly uninteresting day when the evening news, which played on the old ratty looking TV above the bar, had come on with breaking news. Apparently some sort of massive breakout was occurring and the footage he saw of the nearby high security prison resembled something much more similar to a warzone than any prison Lou could imagine.

“I'm gonna need that drink to go.”

Moments later Rawhide was racing through the streets of NewYork on his Harley, weaving in and out of traffic in a terrifying display of skill. He'd arrived at the nearest police station adorned in his signature leather mask and black tank-top. Making his way inside he quickly found an officer, his slight street credit giving him just enough of an edge to not get his masked ass thrown back outside.

He didn't even have to fully explain who he was before he was whisked away to meet the next officer up on the totem poll-this went on for almost twenty minutes before Rawhide was able to talk his way onto a SWAT copter.

“Were going to drop you in B wing.” A particularly grizzled and ancient looking SWAT leader barked at Rawhide over the roar of the menacingly black helicopter they rode in, then the old man offered some sort of machine gun looking rifle to Rawhide.

Rawhide let out a chuckle as he waved his hands as if to say no. “Probly just wind up killin myself with that somehow. There any powers in B wing?”

“Your droppin in 5!” The old man roared back as he slapped a rappelling cord in Rawhide's right hand, he also quickly added. “And no, just abunch of crazy sick psycho individuals. You'll hit the powers in C wing, if they haven't broken out yet.”

“AKA: A cake walk. Look after yourself old timer!” And with that Rawhide flung himself out of the copter, using the rappelling rope more like a vine in a Tarzan movie as he smashed through a prison window, which for all he knew may or may not have led to B wing. He landed on a metallic catwalk of sorts with a loud painful sounding thud, a noise simply lost in the commotion that was the entire island.

He stood up now inside the prison, absent mindidly brushing the broken glass off himself as he began casually surveying the inside of what was possibly “B Wing”. He was acting particularly calm for the situation, as if smashing into a prison action movie style was just another day at the office. Maybe it was?

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This wasn't going to be as clean and quick as Mach wanted it to be.

As the villain fell back, Mach using his legs to overpower him and throw him down to the metal floor, he seemed to move at superhuman speed, about as quick as Mach could move, and weasel his way out of it. This left Mach shocked, he had never seen someone that had the same powers as him, and he knew this would be more difficult than when he faced the usual mutated criminals, the ones who didn't have control over their powers.

"You Little..." Mach heard the man speak as he twisted his own leg around Mach's and pushed himself forwards to free himself. The man was cocky, and he was arrogant, Mach could gather that from the way that he spoke. But this didn't bother him, and Mach simply rose to his feet with his superhuman speed, forcing a stand-off between the two men.

Mach watched as his opponent checked his lip, his fingerprints revealing blood to him as he brought them away. Mach was lucky to have struck such a good blow for a first-time shot, but it seemed like he had just angered his opponent even more. His opponent instead cracked his neck and pressed his knuckles together, before he turned his head towards Mach and smirked. Mach simply gritted his teeth and braced himself for whatever his opponent was going to do next.

"Who are you to defy me? You think your little speed can match to that of a pure god? Think again." Mach chuckled, this guy was definitely a nutcase. Mach stood up straight and folded his arms for a second, weighing up his opponent. "Name's Mach, and my little speed's gonna kick your ass, your godliness."

Mach kicked his legs back and ran at his opponent, who somehow thought to do the same. His opponent seemed to spin around him, causing a sort-of impromptu tornado as he ran across the wall. Mach saw his chance, however, and spun himself around, catching his attacker on the chin with a nice elbow.

The villain hit the floor hard, his head ricocheting violently from the impact. Mach slowed himself down as he jumped out of the weird whirlwind creation he had been attacked with, and watched with a sneaky grin on his face as his opponent cried out, crawling to his feet. But Mach's smile quickly turned to dramatic realization.

Mach knew that this battle would no longer sway in his favour.


(( OOC: Can everyone please write in the correct location in their posts, instead of putting the location as Earth? Thanks.))

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Character Portrait: Veil Character Portrait: MultiDude Character Portrait: Rawhide Character Portrait: Sorceress Character Portrait: Black Midas Character Portrait: Mach Character Portrait: Babylon Character Portrait: Josiah Armstrong Character Portrait: Warlock Character Portrait: Thunder
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"Man, oh man," said [MultiDude]. "Are you sure you know how to fly this?" He was in the back a small helicopter flying low from a blindspot in the news feeds. It was all thanks to [Veil] really. she had hacked himself into the police database and made him a cop and procured him a swat uniform. Looked at the four other me S.W.A.T members in front of him and smiled behind his bullet proof mask. He was synced with his doubles as their thoughts passed to one another.

"Veil, you see me?" [MultiDude] asked as dude1, dude2, dude3, and dude4 stepped out of the helicopter and moved quickly away from the spinning blades. The moved smoothly covering most of their blind spots and as their minds were linked it gave them all a nearly perfect 360 vision.

"Yeah I see you, Dudes." came [Veil]'s reply over the earpieces. "I'm keeping track of what's going on everywhere, it is a war zone, man. There is some psycho that actually broke in and seems to be killing the prisoners and despite not using any powers, he is killing them -" [Veil[ paused momentarily as she thought of O. "-rather easily." She spoke while watching as the killer was engaging a man who she identified as [Josiah]. Once more it was skill vs power, but he was doing better than O had. "There are two mention-able hot spots at the moment. The infiltrator is fighting against a power user that has also entered the prison from outside. I want you to support him. While there is another fight ensuing against two speedsters."

Right on cue [Veil]'s AIs brought up images of both [Mach] and the other was [Thunder].

"I'm currently tracking others entering the prison and am attempting to get word to them so they could keep we can keep too many prisoners from leaking out and you need to assist them as well as keep the escapees from getting out and getting hurt."

"Such a slave driver, like always, V" [MultiDude] said and dudes 1-4 chuckled. Each one lifted their face plates as [MultiDude] saw four faces that looked exactly like his own and each gave them a lucky stick of gum and watched as the faces disappeared behind the bulletproof visors and they hustled over to the courtyard first. [MultiDude] asked [Veil] about the ability user's power and made his way over as she explained.

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[Veil] watched as [MultiDudes] moved along the wall toward the courtyard. They had come up with a plan after [Veil] caught word over the police radio of an encounter with [Josiah]before he entered the prison.

"You are going to go 5 meters forward until you see a crack in the wall and continue to make hard right," [Veil] explained where they had to go. [Veil] and [MultiDude] had worked together many times. They had a system that worked. She was thankful for his talents as well as his 'ability' which complimented her own quite well. "Alright then, you will be coming up to the open courtyard. Then proceed as planned."

"Yes, your majesty," came five similar voices over the com link. She might have think about finding someone else to partner up with she couldn't help but smirk as part of her mind focused on the courtyard.

In less than fives seconds [MultiDudes] opened fire on both men. According to [Veil] the good [Josiah] could take bullets so there was no need to hold back.

"Quite nice not having to worry about friendly fire isn't, guys?" asked [MultiDude].
"Definitely, Sorry about this man!" answered Dude1 before he shouted out to [Josiah].
"It is at least a good thing we have good aim, otherwise we probably wouldn't be helping at all". And with tht they fanned out 2 on the left and 3 on the right as they tried to get the other man in their crosshairs. timing their firing and reloading a normal person couldn't get a shot in especially while fighting a life and death situation.

[Veil] watched as ability users kept appearing left right and center. She was watching as a young man apeared from the shadows of a cell block not wearing prison clothes [Babylon] as well as two individuals that teleported into a vacant hallways. One male [Warlock] and one female [Sorceress].

In the next moment a prison next to the pair started ringing and at the same time a walking hissed and crackled next to [Babylon]. While waiting for one of the two to answer the phone [Veil] began to talk to [Babylon]

"Pssst, over here. pick up the walkie talky." [Veil] whispered over the line. She had no idea wht this person was capable of but he was in a bad part of the prison and if he turned out to be good then she had to help him stay safe.

She waited for replies as she kept an eye on [Mach]and [Thunder]while following [Black Midas] via cameras. She tried not make to obvious that they were being controlled so she made them swivel slightly back and forth from time to time. She looked up his file and new he was bad news and had to get these guys to keep possible victims away as well as keep them informed of his whereabouts. It was [Rawhide] that appeared to be the hardest to predict since he seemed to not have a worry for his own safety or the safety of others. [Veil] attempted to contact [Rawhide] by hacking the police com-link and find his headset.

"Hello, Mr Samson," she greeted him as a camera focused on him from the end of the hallway.

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Rawhide surveyed the room below him, which was mostly burnt to a cinder save for the few gruesome remains of those unfortunate enough to have perished in the hellhole he now found himself. Looking left and right he noticed two gray metallic doors, both on opposite ends of the catwalk he stood upon. He assumed the small metallic walkway was used by the guards for watching the prison populace and he figured it was a rather good spot to enter the prison. He thanked his luck.

And then the door on the right opened and two men who spent WAY to much time lifting weights burst into Rawhide's sight, their bright orange prison jump suits stained with a fresh red coating from what Rawhide assumed was some poor unfortunate guard.

He glared at them from the middle of the catwalk, his harsh gaze even more intimidating due to the fact that the only real facial features visible through his mask were his piercing hazel eyes. Hidden beneath the mask was a smirk, the way the much larger men looked at him with hesitation and slight fear brought him a sickening joy.

He wasn't sure if they knew who he was but they clearly recognized him as a hero of sorts, a fact obvious by how the first man charged him screaming all manner of obscenities about powers. His assailant was a giant of a man, standing at well over 6'3” and extremely muscular it was obvious to Rawhide he was used to winning fights, and the way he swung a makeshift shiv made it apparent he was no stranger to killing.

The harsh looking inmate grinned triumphantly as his makeshift blade struck home into Rawhide's gut. A loud 'crang' resounded in the air as the deadly shiv, which was crudely sharpened to razor fine point moments before, now resembled a misshapen stick with a balled up end.

“What the fu-” The inmate yelled in surprised horror, his eyes transfixed on his ruined weapon. He didn't have time to finish his sentence however before Rawhide was upon the man, a fierce right hook literally knocking the giant inmate off his feat. Stunned and in a misshapen heap on the floor the man began to sluggishly right himself up, only to have Rawhide completely knock him out with a sickeningly viscous kick to the head.

“Yeah sorry about that...It's my skin, ya know? Just cant quite cut it. Oh yeah and I have super strength. Sorta.” He said apologetically to the passed out man in mock fashion, his piercing gaze quickly finding its way to inmate number two. “Guess your next then, eh?” He asked, already advancing on the cowering man. “Sorry buddy, shoulda stayed in your cell. I'll make it quick though.”

A man of his word Rawhide struck the man once across the face with a firm backhand, causing inmate number two's head to collide with the guard rail of the catwalk. Rawhide thought the way the criminal smacked his head only to collapse like a sack of potatoes would have been a rather comical sight was it not for the fact that the beating had been so obviously painful.

“Hello, Mr. Samson”

The words chimed in Rawhide's ear, the shock of hearing his real name crackle over the earpiece he'd been given from the crusty old SWAT officer immediately made him stop what he was doing and listen up.

“Hello.” He said back, his mind quickly trying to figure out what Rawhide would say in this situation. “You either sound way better over the phone old man or this is someone new on the line. Either way, you have my attention.” He finished, waiting for a response

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"The names Veil," [Veil] responded. "I am glad but we don't have time to wait for you to listen to me. There are a large number of inmates beating and torturing a group of prisoner guards in the cafeteria. You need to know that their is a young man among he inmates as well as a male and female pair that are also here to help. So please exercise caution." [Veil] proceeded to guide [Rawhide] to the cafeteria as she described how the others looked.

There were a few bumps along the way but thanks to [Rawhide]'s reflexes with plenty of warning there was little time wasted and minimum damage done to the convicts. But just enough to keep them down for a few hours.

They finally arrived at the cafeteria and [Veil] had finished telling him the location of everyone in there, as well as explaining that she was going to distract them away from the door but using the radio and shorting out the lights to create an opening for [Rawhide] to slip in and music which would disorient.

"Oh, and by the way." She started to emphasize. "I put on your favorite song right as you enter. Good luck"

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Dude 2 was dead before he hit the ground. Each [MultiDude] seemed to be be in slight pain as they each dove for cover. To nurse an invisible pain round their neck. but Dude 4 was in actual pain and had more to deal with as he checked the leg and was relieved to see the bullets had gone straight through. The problem was stopping the bleeding, but soon [Multitude] was kneeling right next to his double and without saying a word the double seemed to instantly be absorbed with a single touch. A slight but tolerable pain flared in his leg, the same place the bullet had hit Dude 4. The other doubles had recovered from the death of Dude 2 and had continued to shoot from covered positions.

With a bit of concentration and forced relaxation [MultiDude] snapped his fingers and suddenly new Double was made with the slight scarring onthe leg as if a bullet had passed through. [MultiDudes] didn't have a lot of major scars due to their ability to split the damage upon merging back together. In short personal instant psuedo-healing. The newly freshed Dude "4.1" got up and soon they both joined the others firing.

"How are we doing," [MultiDude] asked the Dudes 1 & 3.

"Well," started Dude 1. "Our ally isn't dead, but nor is the enemy. Sooooo -"
"We are thinking we MIGHT have the advantage" added Dude 3.

"How are things going, V?" asked [MultiDude].

"I've gotten in contact with a few allies, and hopefully the others as well soon. But it is quite busy everywhere. About ninety-five percent of the inmates have been either killed or captured so far. It is the last five percent that are being a bit smarter than the average convict. It would help if you wrapped that up all of you moved to help the others in need." [Veil] said with a matter fact tone to her voice. [MultiDudes] chuckled and shook their heads. They were used to her way of talking and thinking. They usually called her, away from her and cameras, a ScreenWriter or Producer. She looked at everything through a screen or from a distance if she had it projecting images into her head. Her mindset made it difficult to relate to situations that others are face. She was more of a strategist than a warrior.

"Sure thing," [MultiDude] replied. In the next minute they all unhooked something from their vests and with a slight tug and click.

"FIRE IN HOLE" they shouted and with their combined vision they accurately threw 4 grenades passed their allie and closer to the armed enemy. "Sorry Buddy!" they yelled before taking cover.

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[Veil] watched as the fighting continued but also was worried about the man known as [Black Midas] who had now killed and was using a hostage to escape prying eyes. She quickly called forth blue prints trying to figure out where the doctor was taking him. If [Veil] couldn't get anyone there this man just might escape.

Another scene that was quite unpredictable was the one between the two speedsters. The both seemed to have good heads on their shouders, so to speak, but a strange charisma. One [Mach] was lighthearted and determined and the other [Thunder] was just as determined and confident, though it might be close to arrogance, but with the right people, these two made quite good leaders. They were rather inspirational from a 3rd party objective perspective.

Either way she was going to send backup to make sure the right conclusion plays out. She thought all this while her toes wiggled in her Buuv slippers.

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"I am glad but we don't have time to wait for you to listen to me. There are a large number of inmates beating and torturing a group of prisoner guards in the cafeteria. You need to know that their is a young man among he inmates as well as a male and female pair that are also here to help. So please exercise caution."

Rawhide grinned beneath his mask “Business first. Right. Time is money and all that.” He answered back, his gruff voice even rougher sounding due to his leather mask. Without another word he began following her instructions on how to navigate the prison, a feat which he realized would have been impossible on his own simply due to the fact of the shear size of the place. Add to that the rubble from explosions and rioting and the prison had truly become a labyrinth of sorts.

Rawhide wasn't used to working with a partner, not even one who was simply a voice in his ear. No, he was used to working alone and that's why he was so surprised when he realized just how useful his unseen companion was. On three separate occasions Veil's guidance and eagle's eye view of the prison had allowed him to catch groups of inmates by surprise, his enhanced strength and nearly impenetrable skin making short work of the enemies he encountered. Having been filled in on more information of the prison and other heroes one the scene. She also explained how there was a group of Prison guards being tortured in the cafeteria by a group of inmates.

At the words '”torture” Rawhide could feel his face turn red with anger, he quickly answered back “Yeah, lets go there first. Then you can send me towards one of those other masked maniacs here to help.” It wasn't long before Veil had guided him towards two large doors with the bold lettering of “Cafeteria” printed above them.

"Oh, and by the way." Veil chimed in his ear yet again. “"I put on your favorite song right as you enter. Good luck"

At this Rawhide literally let out a laugh, unable to help himself. “Allright then, lets do this Veil. On Three...”

He heard all the lights in the other room turn off with a loud switching sound, followed by a confused commotion.

“..Two..”

He heard the tune of his favorite song roar to life, drowning out the already confused chaos in the other room. It was Motorheads “Ace of Spades.” and Rawhide could only smile at the fright the loud upbeat tempo had probably caused the men on the other side.

“..ONE!” He roared, kicking at the base of door while pulling backwards on the door handle. The motion combined with his superior strength literally tore the sturdy door off of its hinges, not losing any momentum Rawhide rushed into the room still clutching the door as if it were a makeshift shield.

The large darkened room held a number of men, at least eight of them in bright orange jumpsuits stood in the center of the room. Rawhide could make them out clearly due to the large beam of light shining from some unseen camera, no doubt a little more help from his new friend Veil.

Focusing his atack on the mass of inmates infront of him Rawhide took the door he still clutched in hand and hurled it towards the group, the massive object taking out three men in a bone shattering mess by shear luck.

The large group of inmates hesitated for a moment, seeing such a large chunk of their forces so effortlessly taken out clearly having some sort of psychological effect on them. Then they remembered they had guns, a fact made apparent by the thunderous roars that filled the air and lit the room.

As the firefight bathed the room in chaotic light Rawhide saw, to his hidden horror, the remains of what had been the prison guards held captive. What the inmates had done to them was unspeakable. Using the new found anger and adrenaline Rawhide continued his mad dash forward, the deadly hail of bullets bouncing off his body like cheap plastic pellets from an airsoft gun .

Reaching the group with his arms covering his eyes Rawhide trampled over the first man due to shear momentum only to have the assailant's head on his right explode from a ricochet bullet. Now covered in fresh, warm, blood Rawhide threw himself at the man on his left who was still futily shooting (and annoying) Rawhide. The repeated blows from the mans automatic weapon had become slightly noticeable by the blotchy bruise forming on Rawhides shoulder, a fact that obviously angered the masked man as he grabbed hold of the inmate by his jumpsuit and flung him like a medicine ball towards his jumpsuited comrades.

Three of the prisoners were nimble enough to have avoided the flying ragdoll that was their ally, but the scrawniest of the group had either not been quick enough or paying enough attention, a fact evident as the flying jumpsuit collided with scrawny inmate in a loud painful heap on the floor. Niether got back up.

“What are you?!” A rather toothless looking inmate yelled in between shots of his rifle. A moment later a loud 'click' sounded out, signifying he was out of ammo.

Lou tried to think of something smart or clever to say, something all cool and “Rawhide” sounding. But all he could think of was the sight of the mutilated prison guards not more then twenty feet away from him. Instead he rushed the man, taking a good number of rounds to the gut before grasping his enemies rifle and fiercely smashing it into his face. He then tore the weapon from his grasp.

Holding the newly won rifle like a club Rawhide had to stop himself from beating the man to death, which in Rawhide's opinion he truly deserved. But Rawhide had to at least try and [i]act[/i[ like a hero. So instead of crushing the mans skull like a cantaloupe Rawhide hit him square between the eyes with the butt of the rifle, immediately sending the man into unconsciousness.


“Allright Veil.” Rawhide spoke to seemingly no one while making sure to keep his back to the dead guards, unable to meet their empty gaze. “The Cafeteria is...clear.” He finished disheartened, leaving out the gory details.

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[Veil] found herself torn between [Rawhides] achievements. Sadly they lost more lives, but he had let loose with such fury that even she believed that the guard's could pass on feeling that they have been avenged.

“Allright Veil.” [Rawhide] spoke through the line again. “The Cafeteria is...clear.”

"Good job, How about we turn your attention to somewhere else where you are needed." [Veil] was trying to keep track of [Mach] yet his speed made it hard for her to really direct anyone in his location as well as trying to get a walkie talkie to grab his attention. Luckily he was still and [Veil] knew there was little time for her to get in touch with him so she caused every single walkie talkie to get a high pitched feed back in [Mach]'s area.

"Could you wait a sec, before you go running off again, Mach?" she added quickly before she was too late. "I have someone on the other line that is on the same side as you and I believe two should meet and perhaps help each other put this disaster to an end. There are others as well and perhaps if you both met up there, you can help get rid of the threat and assist in finding the next one, who apparently is planning something. [Veil] preceeded to give both [Mach] and [Rawhide] directions towards the courtyard to assist with [Bulwalk] and [MultiDude] with [Agent 16]. She connect the walkie talkies around [Mach] into the network of [Rawhide]'s device so that [Rawhide] could hear everything she said to him and so they could actually talk to each other]

"Help is coming, Dudes. Just keep him there as best you can". She said over the line to [MultiDudes].

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"Whoa, did you see that?" [MultiDudes] asked his doubles. "We didn't wind up killing him."
Yes, but sadly we didn't kill the other guy either.
responded Dude 3. They each reloaded and considered throwing some more wondering if it would help or hinder the situation but they didn't get a chance as Dude 4's vision showed the others their new comrade was quite scarlet and was attempting to do someth-.

Then it happened. They watched as the area around them shook ad a crater was formed.

Each chuckled at the scene before them. They had to get further back and dive out of the way of falling debris due to [Bulwark]'s last technique. They had lucky with not getting anything more than fractures and slight lacerations. They were all kind of wishing they had power that allowed them to be more super human so that they wouldn't have gotten hurt at all.

"Help is coming, Dudes. Just keep him there as best you can". She said over the line to [MultiDudes].

"That's what we're trying to do. This guy has a good sense of tactics and is handling us both rather well. But he still hasn't used an ability. I'm not sure if he has one and is waiting to use it. So tell your new friends to be wary." [MultiDudes] was sure whether or not [Agent 16] had an ability, but if he did then getting some back up could go a long way. After quickly attending to their injuries they began navigating themselves through the maze of debris.

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[Veil]'s sight of the courtyard was gone, as the cameras and the walls had fallen and shattered on the ground below. She wouldn't be much help there so she hoped that [Rawhide] and [Mach] would arrive at the courtyard soon. [Rawhide] had been closer but [Mach] was of course faster, It would be close. [Veil] had given two of her AIs commands to direct the two towards the courtyard making them use the voice synthesizer so that they sounded like her.

[Veil] was annoyed by [Babylon]'s response but she couldn't try again while he was surrounded by others, otherwise she would give his position away. so she had to watch and wait.

[Veil] watched through the camera's trying to read lips to find out what [Black Midas] was up to.
Another annoyingly intelligent opponent
she thought to herself as she watched him talking to a small group of inmates. She ran a background check to find out who they were and what their abilities were.

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"Good job, How about we turn your attention to somewhere else where you are needed." Veil sounded off in Rawhide's ear. He thought she sounded genuine, but a large part of him still felt the sting of failure. He hid it well though with his usual masked bravado

Rawhide was quick to follow Veil's advice about going to help another group in the courtyard, wasting no time in leaving the cafeteria he practically ran out of the troubling room. Following Veil's directions to a T yet again it wasn't long until the courtyard was in site, Rawhide just able to make out some of the commotion going on outside through a pair of open doors at the end of the hallway he was currently in. He was eager to get to the courtyard, determined to be there in time to actually make a difference.

Making his way down the hallway headed towards the courtyard he continued listening to Veil over his police headset, she explained how she was going to patch his radio over to connect with another hero, the one called Mach or something.

In all honesty Rawhide was less keen on the idea of physically working with another hero, but he had also not wanted to work with Veil at first and that had been going so well that he thought he'd just give it a shot. ”Whats the worst that could happen?” he thought to himself.

A loud electronic beep sounded in his ear, and a new voice cut in. It was the other hero, and Rawhide had caught the tail end of his and Veil's conversation. "Well, I guess having backup couldn't hurt. Show me the way, milady."

”Hey prince charming, lets meet up in the Courtyard entrance.” Rawhide croaked into the mic sarcastically without introduction to Mach, quick to take a friendly jab at the other hero. “In fact, I'll race ya.” He added with a grin on his face, being already extremely close to the exit; he was sure he would win his little impromptu “race”.

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"I think I have already found something." Iris walked to the window on the wall at the side of the hallway and smiled as Lou Samson walked out of a building and into the prison courtyard. "Bald, old-lookin' guy at the courtyard? Alright, it's our first fight, we might as well start easy. He has no chance." Max started levitating above the ground before boosting through the glass, busting the window and shooting for the courtyard. "Wait, Max! We need a plan! Oh, for gosh sakes." She groaned and rolled her eyes before being to fly after him. He crashed into Rawhide, grabbing him and smashing him to the wall of the building he stood in front of, holding his forearm to his neck and making energy constructed chain restraints to stick Rawhide to the wall by his hands, arms, feet, legs and shoulders/upper body, and energy claws, retracted and ready to strike him across the face. "Wait!" Iris landed about two feet behind him and walked up next to him, "Let's see who this guy is and what he wants." Max's claws disappeared and he moved his forearm from his throat, but the restraints stayed where they were, "Alright... guy... first of all, who in hell are you?" Max stood a bit back from her, as he folded his arms and then cracked his neck as her sister stood in front of the man and interrogated him. "So? Spit it out, you bald-headed freak!"

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”Hey prince charming, lets meet up in the Courtyard entrance.”

Mach had heard the loud, electronic beep, and he now knew he had been entered into a different radio frequency, or whatever they were called, Mach never knew. Whoever this girl was, the one that was obviously orchestrating the defense of this facility, she wanted Mach and her other companion to get together so badly, and if that was the key to saving millions of lives, then he would do it gladly and with ease.

"Courtyard entrance, got ya. Be there in a few secs." Mach began to set off running again, but stopped in his tracks a few moments after. “In fact, I'll race ya.”.

Mach simply laughed cockily and wholeheartedly into the microphone of the walkie talkie, before pushing off the ground into a sprint, picking up speed as he accelerated around the corner and towards the facility courtyard. When he arrived, he saw his new 'partner' across from him, and walked towards him in a friendly fashion.

Suddenly, a man, possibly an escaped prisoner, burst from the window above both of them and dove straight for Rawhide, closely followed by a female. Mach didn't have time to intervene right there, but when he saw the man lift Rawhide up into the air with him, Mach knew that trouble was abound.

As the man bolted Rawhide to the wall with energy-built constraints, Mach slowed down, although he was ready to pounce. The two, the man and the woman, stood there, interrogating Mach's new partner.
"Alright... guy... first of all, who in hell are you?"
This girl wasn't taking any prisoners, that could be definitely said, and so Mach took a few steps back, ready to charge.
"So? Spit it out, you bald-headed freak!"

At that moment, Mach bolted and rushed straight at the man, who had now retreated behind the interrogating woman, and dropkicked him to the floor with immense speed, sliding both men across the concrete, although Mach was able to slide on his feet over the man. On closer inspection, however, Mach realized this was a boy, a teenager in fact. Still, he had attacked, so that didn't make it right.

"Alright, kid, I believe it's time for you and your friend over there to return to your cells, don't you think?"

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About to clear the hallway door to the courtyard Rawhide had been mere moments away from a petty triumphant victory, only to have the moment shatter before him as the glass windows above him exploded. The suddenness of the of the loud crash of the windows and ensuing glass storm had caught Rawhide off guard, a fact made worse by some unseen figure literally flying into him from out of nowhere.

Tightly gripping Rawhide's neck the unknown man, still flying, used his momentum to crash Rawhide into the wall. The force was of the blow was great enough that it probably would have killed a normal man, but luckily Rawhide wasn't normal-nonetheless he felt it. To Rawhide's surprise, which slightly showed in his hazel eyes, strange energy type shackles had sprung up all around his body pinning him against the wall on impact.

The oddly dressed stranger followed up the assault with a menacing looking set of claws forming around his hands, the color of which matched the energy shackles around Rawhide. Quickly Rawhide wondered if energy blades could pierce his skin? Hopefully not.

Readying himself for the coming strike a female voice sounded out “Wait!” A girl, as strangely dressed as the man (which made Rawhide assume they were costumed heroes or villians), landed about two feet behind Rawhide's attacker.

Being a rather simple man Rawhide didn't know much about energy manipulation or the arcane forces, but years of welding and working in construction had taught him quite a bit about buildings and structural integrity, a fact he put to use as he casually tugged against the energy constructs. He wasn't trying to break the chains however, no, he had other plans entirely.

"Let's see who this guy is and what he wants." Atleast she was making some sense, and to his relief the man stepped behind her, his claws vanishing. "So? Spit it out, you bald-headed freak.” The lady added with a shriek. On second thought they were both crazy.

“What I want...” Rawhide began, still flexing his muscles against the chains. He spoke slowly, trying to stall for Mach's arrival. Luckily he didn't have to wait long, the blue blur that was Mach making his presence known in a wild drop kick to Warlock. Rawhide watched as the two men went sprawling across the floor, Mach back on his feet before Rawhide could even see him stand up.

Not waiting a moment Rawhide took advantage of the distraction, letting forth a loud mix of anger and effort in some sort of primal yell he tore the constructs from the wall, freeing himself up to his shoulders. The chains he had freed however remained intact, still embedded in large basketball sized hunks of concrete that now dangled from his arms.

Using his moments before shackles of imprisonment as a makeshift weapon he swung his right hand in a fierce arc, sending the energy chain and attached concrete soaring towards Sorceress as if some sort of miniature wrecking ball.

“The uniforms, Mach!” Rawhide roared mid weapon flail. He was trying to get out the point that these two were not wearing jumpsuits, nor were they wearing something easily stolen/gained on the island. It was even possible they were masked powers somehow in on the prison break. Alas he was a little preoccupied and “The uniforms.” was the best he could come up with.

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"For crying out loud!" [Veil]'s voice came over the line to [Mach] and [Rawhide], all walkie talkies in the vacinity (and causing [Sorceress]' & [Warlock]'s phones to start ringing if they have phones on them as well as getting a text message saying the same thing). "You are all on the same blasted side!" She snapped at them as if she was telling off her children, though their age differences were not that drastic.

The whole thing had gone from comical to downright dangerous in almost no time at all. [Veil] was glad that Rawhide had noticed but the whole group needed to be stopped due to so many other things that needed to be done. [Veil] had recieved the information on all those additional inmates that were not with [Black Midas]. It was an unpleasant group to say the least. Not to mention was going on with [Babylon] now. With three situations going on simultaneously [Veil] decided to do it as logically as possible.

"We have much bigger problems. A fellow 'hero' is being beaten inside," she said referring to [Babylon]. "Rawhide and Mach you still need to help in the courtyard to assist our group against that killer." You two, Iris and Max, need to use whatever power you used to get into the prison and help out the young hero." [Veil] explained while giving instructions as to how to get there (as well as sending picture with a map and the location marked, if they have their phones). "So could you please stop this nonsense and actually save people's lives?" Her voice had lost its slightly annoyed tone and changed to an inquisitive one. She really wasn't really good at communicating with people.

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"Gah!" Max got drop kicked in the middle of his back, which left him falling and sliding across the rocky concrete ground, "Return to my cell? What's your psychopathic problem, Sonic the Hedgehog?!" As Warlock taunted Mach, Rawhide broke free and sent two pieces of concrete flying at Iris, hitting her and making her fall backwards, "Ahh!" She got back up from the ground, lifting the pieces up with telekinesis and tossing them back at him, "You messed with the wrong witch, buddy. Time to pay." Max was on his knees trying to shoot optic blasts and beams from his eyes at the speedster as Mach zapped across from spot to spot, "Come on, come on! Just stay still, you bloody dingus!" Once again, the speedster rushed at him and punched him straight in the nose, knocking him on his back, "Oh, for god sakes!"




OOC: Sorry my post is so short, not alot to do, really.
EDIT: And Veil's comment I'll do in the next post. And plus, I f**ked up the place again. Sorry.

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"Return to my cell? What's your psychopathic problem, Sonic the Hedgehog?!"
Mach stood over his downed opponent, pinning him to the floor, foot on wrist. He pressed down on the boy's wrist in an attempt to make him submit and come quietly, but that didn't seem like it was going to happen. At that moment, Rawhide yelled in anger and released himself from the binds that held him, catching everyone's attention. At that moment, the boy shot an energy blast and hit Mach straight in the back, sending him flying across the floor.

Mach cracked his neck to the right, spat on the stone and stared directly at the boy, patting his back off in pain as he tried to stare deep into his eyes.
"Kid, you've just made this personal."
Mach growled and rushed at the boy, dodging the energy blasts that came from his hands and eyes. He wasn't paying attention to what was happening between Rawhide and the other one, and he didn't care. The kid had shot him, and now it was time for the kid to pay. He flew past more energy bolts, grinning at the boy with cockiness as he swept to the side. He had moved to his knees now, but that didn't matter.

"Come on, come on! Just stay still, you bloody dingus!"
Mach dodged to the side of the nearest energy bolt and flew at the boy, punching him straight in the nose and flying over the top of him, kicking him in the back with both feet before sliding across the stone on his stomach. "Oh, for god sakes!" Obviously the child was getting angry, and that's what Mach wanted. He moved once more to attack, grabbing the boy in a headlock and wrenching it tightly, watching Rawhide as he took on the girl.

Rawhide caught Mach's eye as well, mid-weapon flail, and shouted. “The uniforms, Mach!” . They were obviously wearing uniforms, Mach could see that, but he also didn't understand Rawhide's point. He continued to hold his opponent tightly in a headlock, until his walkie talkie began to beep loudly, causing Mach to release the hold.

"For crying out loud!" Veil's voice screeched through the walkie talkie. "You are all on the same blasted side!"

Mach took the walkie talkie off of his belt and spoke into it, confused.

"What are you talking about? Since when?

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With two basketball sized hunks of concrete hurling towards his head Rawhide knew he had to time his next actions just right. With his entire body, save for his arms, still pinned to the wall he had just enough reach and quick enough reflexes to literally grab the first concrete ball out of the air-for a moment it looked like him and Sorceress were playing a bizarre game of catch. Pulling his arm back as he aimed the recently caught concrete he readied himself to throw it at the other incoming ball of rubble. In his mind he was certain that if his aim was good enough to hit the incoming concrete he could effectively destroy it, or at the very least knock it off course.

Unfortunately he never got the chance.

"For crying out loud!" Veil practically yelled, the piercing female voice in his ear completely catching Rawhide off guard. The momentary surprise was enough to make Rawhide lose his focus at just the right moment, the incoming concrete slab colliding with his head in a rather painful looking explosion of gray dust. “You're all on the same blasted side!”

The way his head now ached he was finding that harder and harder to believe.

Out of the corner of his eye Rawhide saw what looked like an odd combination of a laser light show and an acrobatic act, which in actuality was Warlock and Mach battling away. As Rawhide listened to Veil explain the situation/berate both he an Mach a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, most of which weren't good. His thought process went a little something like

Just who was Veil? I mean, sure, up to this point shes been rather helpful but shes also just some mysterious woman who hacked my com channel. For all I really know shes the whole mastermind behind the prison riots, and these two energy wielding weirdos are her goons. Mach seems slightly legit though, at least hes punching other people-but then maybe it was a trap for both of us. It could also be...

Mind begging to spin with the possibilities Rawhide's temper flared in agitation and he decided to settle the dilemma as he did most things: head on. His fists began hammering away at the wall behind him until he broke himself free, comically running towards the three other heroes like a mad man with huge chunks of wall still clinging to his body due to the energy shackles.

”HOLD ON!” He roared at the group as another ball of debris collided with his face, causing him to stagger for a moment. Quickly regaining his balance he barked again “I said hold on damnit!” He wiped the new layer of dust off. “Just a quick show of hands, HONESTLY, who is here to fight bad guys?!” Rawhide asked in the simplest of terms possible, his own muscular arm stretched upwards into the air as if to say I am.

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Both Max and Iris' phones started to ring, they couldn't hear from the battle, but shortly after, Rawhide and Mach had stopped fighting, Mach checking a walkie talkie from his belt. Max pulled out his phone, just in case. Iris did the same and they both found a few texts from one particular person, someone named "Veil," an unfamiliar name to both the twins. They all read;

"For crying out loud! You're all on the same blasted side!"

"We have much bigger problems. A fellow 'hero' is being beaten inside,"

"Rawhide and Mach you still need to help in the courtyard to assist our group against that killer. You two, Iris and Max, need to use whatever power you used to get into the prison and help out the young hero."


"So could you please stop this nonsense and actually save people's lives?"

'Well, how convenient.' Max start to telepathically speak with his sister. 'Well, it could be a trap,' His sister replied.

'Well, duh, but, it could also be not a trap.'

'I'm not gonna even respond to that.'

'But you just did.'

'Shut up and get back in the fight, you big doofus.'

'On another topic, you're usually the naive one that decides to trust everyone. I guess the tables have turned.'

'I'm not saying I don't trust it, I just- Why don't you just get back into the fight...'

"HOLD ON!" Rawhide cried out as a concrete slab smashed into his face. "I said hold on dammit!" He uproared again. "Alright, alright, we're holding on, keep your bloody socks on," Max said as he got off the ground and brushed himself off. “Just a quick show of hands, HONESTLY, who is here to fight bad guys?!” Iris hand shot up like a rocket while Max stretched his arms and legs, making a small snapping sound with each turn before twisting his neck from side to side, making another two snaps before putting his lanky arm up in the air as well. "Oh well, would you look at that."

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[Veil] was on the verge of snapping at them again as she had a bite of her Ben & Jerry's ice cream, but as she listened to the conversation continue as well as [Rawhide]'s simplistic and possibly a tad childish way of sorting everything out seemed to be working as she watched the hands raise, one at a time, into the air. The nearby camera caught all of it on display as well as the actions of everyone moving through the prison.

"Uhm as heart warming as all this is, people are still dying or about to die and so on," [Veil] had a problem with connecting with people, not that she had a problem with it, but she did always tend to stick with facts and logic rather than emotions. I mean how could she get too worked up over people she was watching on a screen after all. "So is everything settled with this little pow wow? Who wants to be hero tonight instead of just somebody in a costume? Anybody forgot what I said was happening around here and need me to repeat myself?"

The camera was at an odd angle as well as having not an impressive resolution so she couldn't make out the expressions of anybody in the group so [Veil] had no edea who would respond first but she hoped someone we start the gears by saying something productive. Would it be [Sorceress ], [Mach], [Warlock], or [Rawhide]?

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[Veil] was on the verge of snapping at them again as she had a bite of her Ben & Jerry's ice cream, but as she listened to the conversation continue as well as [Rawhide]'s simplistic and possibly a tad childish way of sorting everything out seemed to be working as she watched the hands raise, one at a time, into the air. The nearby camera caught all of it on display as well as the actions of everyone moving through the prison.

"Uhm as heart warming as all this is, people are still dying or about to die and so on," [Veil] had a problem with connecting with people, not that she had a problem with it, but she did always tend to stick with facts and logic rather than emotions. I mean how could she get too worked up over people she was watching on a screen after all. "So is everything settled with this little pow wow? Who wants to be hero tonight instead of just somebody in a costume? Anybody forgot what I said was happening around here and need me to repeat myself?"

The camera was at an odd angle as well as having not an impressive resolution so she couldn't make out the expressions of anybody in the group so [Veil] had no edea who would respond first but she hoped someone we start the gears by saying something productive. Would it be [Sorceress], [Mach], [Warlock], or [Rawhide]?

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”HOLD ON!” Mach's head whipped around as the roar of Rawhide's voice came from that direction, and Mach was quick enough to turn around to see the concrete slab collide with his face. As funny as Mach thought it was, he knew that it wasn't a time for joking, and he kept a stern face to the best of his ability. “I said hold on damnit!”

"Alright, alright, we're holding on, keep your bloody socks on," Mach's head then snapped back to the boy he had been beating up a few moments ago. He scowled at the boy and then taunted him a little, but Rawhide didn't want him to attack, so he wouldn't attack as much as he wanted to out of respect for his new comrade.

“Just a quick show of hands, HONESTLY, who is here to fight bad guys?!” Mach watched as the girl's hand shot up into the sky like a rocket, before he saw that Rawhide stretched his arm to the sky as well. Before Mach could raise his arm, his eyeline was caught by the snapping sounds coming from over in the boy's direction. It was an odd thing that he was doing, Mach thought, but then he raised his arm into the air.

"I'd rather not call them 'bad guys' but whatever." Mach raised his arm into the air at lightning speed, before looking around everyone and seeing that all of their arms were up in the air. It seemed Veil was right, we were not enemies after all.

"Uhm as heart warming as all this is, people are still dying or about to die and so on," Veil's voice buzzed through the walkie talkie on Mach side, causing him to jump a little in shock. "So is everything settled with this little pow wow? Who wants to be hero tonight instead of just somebody in a costume? Anybody forgot what I said was happening around here and need me to repeat myself?"

Mach cracked his neck a little and outstretched the digits on his hands, before looking around everyone and coughing, vibrating his vocal chords to make himself sound more imposing.
"Right, listen up! We've seen what's happened here, the destruction that has been caused, the lives that have been lost and the evil that has been released. Now it is our job to stop them. It doesn't matter whether or not you're muscular, your fast or you can use magic, nor does it matter if you're big, small, skinny or large, we are a team now because we are needed to be. This isn't about us and our foolish bravado anymore, because up in those corridors and in these courtyards, people are dying, dying without any chance of surviving and no hope of doing so. We are the last stand, we have to stop this now, and we will continue to stop these things from happening whenever they arise. Do you understand? We are now holding up this world, like the Titan Atlas did before us, we are the last hope for the survival of peace and freedom. Now, who's with me?"

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Bad guys. Did I really just call them bad guys? Hopefully nobody noticed that... Rawhide thought to himself slightly embarrassed. To his dismay Mach, as if on cue, responded with "I'd rather not call them 'bad guys' but whatever."

Of course somebody'd fuckin notice...just my luck. Rawhide thought as his face flushed a deep scarlet, his blushing made him thank god that he wore a full faced mask and no one would be able to see. Atleast his outburst had brought a momentary ceasefire among the group, each person having eventually raised their hand in response to his question. Unless one of them was lying they were all, in fact, on the same side.

"Uhm as heart warming as all this is, people are still dying or about to die and so on, So is everything settled with this little pow wow? Who wants to be hero tonight instead of just somebody in a costume? Anybody forgot what I said was happening around here and need me to repeat myself?“

No, Rawhide didn't need Veil to repeat herself. There were other powered individuals in the courtyard who apparently needed help, and with the vast amount of skills Rawhide had just witnessed he was sure they could turn the tide of whatever stalemate was going on. Then Mach started to speak again, his voice more ear catching then anything Rawhide had heard from the man before.

"Right, listen up! We've seen what's happened here, the destruction that has been caused, the lives that have been lost and the evil that has been released. Now it is our job to stop them. It doesn't matter whether or not you're muscular, your fast or you can use magic, nor does it matter if you're big, small, skinny or large, we are a team now because we are needed to be. This isn't about us and our foolish bravado anymore, because up in those corridors and in these courtyards, people are dying, dying without any chance of surviving and no hope of doing so. We are the last stand, we have to stop this now, and we will continue to stop these things from happening whenever they arise. Do you understand? We are now holding up this world, like the Titan Atlas did before us, we are the last hope for the survival of peace and freedom. Now, who's with me?"

Something about the sudden speech was...moving? Rawhide wasn't sure what the word for it was but he felt a slight chill, like what Mach had said was true. Even more importantly for a moment Rawhide believed everything Mach had said. Suddenly full of even more adrenaline Rawhide visibly bounced up and down as if a boxer while absent mindidly popping the knuckles on his right hand with a loud crack.

“Well then what are we all waiting for? Let's go make a difference.” Without looking back Rawhide took off into the courtyard, sure his companions were right behind him.

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Somewhere...somewhere out there in the dark, infinite space there is a special realm, unseen by all, the Ivory Tower of the Master of the Arcane Arts, Doctor Infinity. Infinity garbed in his mystical robes, looked down into a pool of the most clearest and purest water one could ever hope to find. It was the mystical Augury, an object of great magical power that can scry the known universe revealing to the user, omens of the future. And the future looked bleak. A great evil is returning to throw the very Universe into a state of chaos. The Eternal One, has returned, and it seems his sights maybe set on the planet, his home, of Earth. Geoffrey was worried about the current state of his home that he has not seen for hundreds of years now. So much has changed in the span of time that he has been away, helping other races of beings against the many evils that fester within this great existence of theirs.

It wasn't before long that the image of Earth being assaulted by the Eternal One was erased and replaced with an image of the Council of the First. It was difficult to tell what exactly they looked like, having wearing hooded robes that concealed their entire bodies. He did know that they were much larger than a human and are definitely far older and wiser. He listened as the Council voiced their concerns about the return of the Eternal One. A concern that the Doctor shares as well. They commanded he meet them in their Chamber as the Doctor prepared to teleport himself directly before them. Soon he left the comforts of his sanctuary as he entered the round chamber room of the Council of the First. "This must be gravely serious, if the Council feels that I must meet them for a physical audience." Infinity spoke.

"Tis true, Master of the Infinity Soul, the Mana Force has spoken to us, as it has surely spoken with you." Spoke a Councilman. "The Mana speaks of a true threat to the Universe, a being we have long since philosophized to be the living embodiment of Pride, the Eternal One." Spoke the Head of the Council. There was a hush amongst the council as even Doctor Infinity tensed up. It has long since been the duties of the Hosts of the Infinity Soul to defeat the Seven Sins from the Universe. Yet, to go as far as to suggest one being can so perfectly encompass the Sin of Pride, then his power must be that of legends. "As the Council of the First, it is our solemn duty to create a Universe of peace, but in order to do so the very Avatars of Evil must be cleansed from existence." The Head spoke. "Of course, I do understand, but members of the Council if I may question, have we truly found one of the Avatars of the Seven Sins?" Doctor Infinity spoke aloud. The Council of the First muttered amongst themselves over Geoffrey's inquiry.

As they discussed in private they finally spoke aloud to Geoffrey. "The Mana works in ways that are mysterious, even to us, so called Sages. Yet, the Mana has given strong indication that The Eternal One maybe one of the Avatars, despite the lack of an apparent truth, we as the Council cannot afford to ignore this Eternal One." The Head responded. "Then, is it the wish of the Council for me to confront this Eternal One?" Doctor Infinity asked. "No, it is not yet time to face the Eternal One in combat...for now, we wish you to remain vigilant and act only when The Eternal One decides to strike." The Head quickly responded. Doctor Infinity bowed before this request. "One last thing must be brought up to discussion before our champion departs." A Councilman reminded their Head. "Yes, the matter of Earth troubles us greatly." He spoke. Geoffrey perked up as the Council seemed to have misgivings about his homeworld. Naturally concerned Doctor Infinity spoke, "What seems to be the matter with Earth?" The Head looked down upon the Doctor as he spoke with a heavy sigh.

"The Mana may reveal many things but one thing it cannot is the Future, merely, omens of the Future can be given and the Future of Earth is hidden within darkness. The Earth is going through a tumultous time of a change and the outcome of said change may greatly affect the rest of the Universe." He spoke. The Doctor was taken aback of what he was saying, is the Earth really becoming such a focal point in the Universe? As far as he could tell, the Earth lived in bliss of the great, wide Universe, nothing but an insignificant speck compared to the infinity of the Universe. He was quite happy the Earth drew no great attention like so many other planets that have long since created vast Empires that alter the course of history every where. Is it Earth's time to join such recognition and become a power player in the Universe? "Please tell me, what is happening on my home that would bring about such great change?" He asked greatly worried. "The Humans have come into contact with great power, power that is altering them, changing them into something far beyond what is considered Human. They are radically gaining fantastic powers and abilities and it is this quick and sudden change that brings about a great mystery that must be solved. Some way, some how, these Humans will forever change the scope of their planet either saving it or dooming it. Whether they be friend or foe, remains to be seen." The Head rambled on.

Doctor Infinity stood their, silent for sometimes as he mulled over the Council's words. He wasn't quite sure what was happening but since it was happening to his home, he felt obligated to learn more and find some way to help steer in on the course for good. With resolve in his eyes he stares up to the Council and speaks, "I may not be aware of the events on my own planet, but I shall consult the Augury and I will watch these Empowered Humans and determine if they are a threat to us." He spoke aloud. "That is all we ask of thee, Doctor Infinity." The Head spoke. After they each bowed their heads, Doctor Infinity was dismissed as he returned to the Ivory Tower. He once again peered within the ever clear pool as the Augury showed him of Earth, specifically Shadow Isle prison as a group of empowered individuals fight to quell the violent uprising occurring over the island. So far it seemed the situation has been mostly detained, yet the fight with Agent 16 holds his undivided attention. He watched on, wondering which side will be triumphant in this conflict.

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It had gone on for too long, FAR too long.

He had fought this man to a standstill so many times, but he was not going to fight until another standstill happened again. As soon as the two went for each other again, Agent 16 used his bionic arm to punch his opponent in the forehead before running at them and tackling them down onto the stone, using as much strength as he could to lift both of them out of the hole they had created for themselves and back onto regular ground.

He began to smash the man in different areas so hard that he broke the shield multiple times, before he used his rifle and parts of broken debris to attack the man's head and leave him battered and bloodied. He threw the man back down into the hole, thinking he was dead, but little did he know that the man was still very much alive, just unconscious.

He looked around, seeing if there was anyone else left for him to take down, and noticed two men off in this distance, heading his way. He grinned evilly and walked towards them, brandishing his combat knife and handgun.