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Inferno

"RETRIBUTION!"

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a character in “Hadean: The Brave”, as played by CrossKnight35

Description

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Theme 1 – Mick Gordon - Inferno https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRmwFBK0cyk
Theme 2 – Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance OST - Rules of Nature https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3472Q6kvg0
Theme 3 – Billy Joel - We Didn’t Start the Fire https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFTLKWw542g
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Full Name: Inferno
Alias: Ezekiel “Zeke” Walker, Efreet, Pyromancer, Firefly, the Locust of Babylon
Age: 4,000+ years old
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Wrath Demon (Infernalis Infernocust)


Hair: None (Black - Host)

Eye color: Burning orange (Hazel and Red - Host)

Body: Bulky, curvilinear insect body with long, lanky limbs (Average muscular - Host)

Height: 2.8 meters/ 7’2” (1.72 meters/ 5'8 - Host)

Weight: 220 kg/ 480 lbs

Hometown: Ancient Babylonia

Affiliation(s): Ezekiel “Zeke” Walker (Host)

Personality: A perennial spirit of vengeance, Inferno is a creature that lives, breathes, and feeds on fury. He is instinctually compelled to sow destruction wherever he goes, drawn by those who have caused suffering on others. His is a will without morals, beliefs, politics or convictions beyond feeding his endless rage.

Inferno is typically content to take a backseat and let his hosts remain in control of his powers, but when he surfaces, he speaks with the grandiose verbiage of an ancient being, with a tendency to tear down his opponents with a hateful kind of eloquence. Hatred, anger, it is his all. It is his existence. And because of this, he has no respect towards those without ‘fire’ in them - meek, weak-willed souls who live their lives without passion or conviction.


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Likes:
- Strong-willed people

- Fire

- Human flesh


Dislikes:
- Guns

- Pretension

- Indecision

- Weakness

- Ice

- Fire Foam


Fears:
- Ice

- Telepaths


Skills:
- Relentless combat: Inferno's fighting style is fast and highly aggressive, with an emphasis on offense over defense, using his considerable size and reach to overwhelm his enemies before they could retaliate. He favours the use of a variety of mechanised implements forged by his powers and fueled by his fury, possessing a natural advantage against enemies with metal armour.



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Costume Identities:

Inferno's manifested form resembles a towering, insectoid demon made of reforged black steel and segmented, superheated metal at his joints and abdomen. If this form is damaged, he can repair himself by absorbing metals from his surroundings.

Equipment:

N/A

Background:

A demonic entity from Ancient Babylonia, Inferno is rage and vengeance incarnate. He has appeared throughout history to souls mired in hatred and grief, to lend his overwhelming power to their cause. Whether it’s righteous or false, rich or poor, it did not matter. Inferno lives and survives on the fury of his hosts.

His latest host was Ezekiel Walker, a former child soldier from Syria who fell in battle against the superhero Freischütz. When Zeke died, however, Inferno found himself unable to move on - stuck, within a rotted, decayed body for days. Drawn by the lingering rage of his host, he crawls towards the beaches of L.A., where he encounters the heroes of the Brave...

















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Powers:

Pyromancy -
[Breaker - 6 / Blaster - 8 / Striker - 7 / Shaker - 5]
Inferno can manipulate the fire within his body, using it to alter the durability, heat, and shape of his manifested form. He has to periodically expel this inner fire, in the forms of fireballs, gouts of flames, eye lasers, or broiling plasma vomits, lest his armour grows soft or worse, melts and breaks apart. His mere presence also drives nearby sources of flames haywire, often to the detriment of his enemies.

Ferromancy -
[Breaker - 6 / Brute - 8 / Striker - 8]
Inferno’s pyromancy and ferromancy work hand-in-hand, with his innate fire power melting and refolding his otherwise nigh-unbreakable, fully-metallic body. He can absorb metal from his surroundings to fuel his own powers.

Demonic Essence -
[Breaker - 6 / Brute - 5]
Inferno's demonic essende lends him strength, toughness, and resistances beyond regular humans. He is completely immune to fire, but possesses a crippling weakness to ice in turn. He also can't be killed by conventional means.

Power Origins:
Inherent

Color Code:#A0522D

So begins...

Inferno's Story

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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Across from where the heroes lied, where the waves washed over the sandy beach. Dogs barked, over and over again, their hair raised, their stances low, their eyes focused on an approaching figure.

His breath came in rasps. Laboured, wheezing, delivered from collapsed lungs. His body was encased in blackened overalls, a worn, bullet-riddled vest worn over them.

His movement came in halted jerks, like a broken puppet. One foot stumbled with every step and left prints that scorched and sizzled the sands.The other dragged and scraped across the water. His head was pale, blued, and left in a permanent tilt. One eyeball dangled from the socket. The other was already gone.

The dogs slowed their barks as he approached. Then scattered away with a whimper. The waves washed over his feet, and the water bubbled and roiled, overtaken by an otherworldly heat. His head jerked over towards the heroes. His jaw unhinged, and his voice came through a scratchy, wounded throat.

"Frei...schütz!"

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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Sitting back sipping on a mediocre-ish ice coffee he got from one of the local joints Devon listened to the others as they discussed what leads George's men had been able to fish up, along with any other links they could find. Especially the rather dismissive redhead seemed to have found something out of place among the information George had pulled up.

He walked up behind the two to look at what had riled Sheri up, scanning through the listed items he honestly couldn't tell what had her riled up though. One particular item caught his attention though, it claimed to be muffler from an exclusive European car brands top line car. "Hmmm, that seems out of place. Their only factory should be in Helsingborg, that shouldn't come in mixed with Eastern European imports." Devon mentioned looking at the details as they passed over the screen, it definitely looked like a muffler from the outside and a high end one at that, but no way that they used a Cyrillic serial code on parts for a Swedish car destined for the United States.

He however didn't get the time to check the delivery information as a shiver running down his spine alerted him to something demanding his attention. He turned away from the screen as Henry got into the truck to see what could only be described as a walking corpse, with some familiar looking clothing screaming his name. Seemed like being buried under a building hadn't killed him... Or well killed him enough to stay dead. Normally Devon would feel quite the sense of relief from knowing that he hadn't unintentionally killed a man, but them returning in such a state... Perhaps he would have been better off dead. It's flames looked to be on a whole different level singing the sands and even maintaining a boil in the water... Of course it would come when he had exchanged his usual armor for a more casual shirt, shorts and a flat cap. It was still fire resistant, but without complete coverage it still made him feel quite naked.

"Well, fuck me. Of course the one time I don't check the casualties it comes back to bite me... Literally." He said grabbing his trusted handheld dispenser of hot lead. Devon glanced over to the others thinking about what actions to take, he couldn't jump into the group and pull them all into wraith form with him they were to spread out for that not to mention that he wasn't sure he could pull in the entire van with him. Taking the zombiefied pyro head on equally seemed like a bad choice, he didn't have the armor on that allowed him to brush off the attacks last time, and these flames were not comparable to what he had thrown at him on that day anyways. Best to just hold position, bait out the first move using his wraith form to dodge and counter-attacking from that position.

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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"Oh! A friend of yours, Devon?" Akiko asked as she put down the fake mustache she had been attempting to put on for the last five minutes. She stuck it back on the sticker sheet full of different looking mustaches. The rasp of a voice calling for her teammate is what had called her attention though she was unsure why Devon hadn't charged forward to meet it. Then again, the beach full of people and the casual clothes everyone had been wearing gave her some inclination why.

She approached him, eyeing the overly-done, rotisserie style carcass of a man who seemed to be approaching. There wasn't any surprise in her face considering the things she had seen. There was a flicker of discomfort however as she wondered how exactly he had died.

"Are you going to be able to handle this?" she asked, though she was hesitant to pull out any of her lanterns. Suiting up now would mean her cover would be blown and Shinigami Gray had no offensive abilities. Akiko had wanted to wait until she faced threats in her investigation. Not that this wasn't a threat, but they had just begun.

"Or would you like some help with this? Maybe we can distract him and get him elsewhere?"

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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The dead husk's head jerked towards two souls in particular. The one who put him down, and another who… swirled with whispers and echoes of lost souls.

Lost souls who demand…

"RETRIBUTION!"

Pyromancer's remains raised his hand, and a gout of black and orange flame, twice as tall and ten times as long as himself ruptured through his palm - heading straight for the Akiko, Devon, and those between them.

Sand burst and turned to glass beneath the flame. The very air screeched like a siren of the damned.

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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Sasha's first instinct was to try to counter the flame, but he buried that thought as he leaped to his feet. The figure wasn't familiar but the power was - he recognized it from the beach. Attempting to counter it with fire would lead to a larger explosion that could harm the civilians nearby, or his comrades, and there was no guarantee he would be able to match it anyway.

Instead, Sasha extended his arm like a whip, then flattened it into a wall of stone, creating a barrier against which the fire shattered.

"Well, he seems aggravated," Sasha said. "Any ideas?"

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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Henry glanced at his monitor in disbelief. He didn't expect an incident to break out this early, but he supposed you couldn't always account for a random villain attack. "First things first, you guys gotta make sure the civilians get outta there!" Henry spoke over the headset. "Sasha's got the fire contained at the moment so now's a good opportunity."

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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Klaus moved to engage his suit but thought better of it after Henry made mention of getting civilians out of the way. He quickly made for a pair of beachgoers, urging them to run. They complied but not without first tumbling into the sand they'd shook themselves into.

After reassuring a few more parties that they could handle this, Klau managed to draw a line in the sand, literally, from the parking lot to the water and held his arms wide to indicate no one should cross. He then engaged his suit to help prove his point that the situation was under control. It did help that he'd tossed a few displacement discs into the sand so if anyone was bold enough to cross, they'd be frozen in time until Klaus undid their self-inflicted status.

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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"Generally I don't entertain relations with the deceased." Devon replied in manner of fact tone to the question Akiko shot at him. He was about to answer the other questions when the husk of rotting flesh requested the attention be returned to him by screaming as it began to make it's move.

As the decaying husk launched a gout of flame at him Devon slipped into wraith form... Though thanks to some quick thinking from Sasha that seemed to have been unnecessary. However the gout of flame had given him a vital clue about the heat of the fire the decaying screamer produced. "Hot enough to form glass, but not keep it completely liquefied for more than a few seconds, should be below 2800 degrees. Might need to watch out for heatstroke, but the suit should manage." With that thought running through his mind he dove into the van to quickly equip his gear. So much for maintaining their cover.

As he emerged from the the van having re-engaged his wraith form, don't want to have our hot headed guest damaging the van now do we, he noticed the ease with which Klaus engaged his gear... That was certainly a feature to keep in mind for the future. Taking stock of the situation moved to put himself between the pyro and the sea before materializing out of the black fog.

Mid-way though his materialization he took the element of surprise to give mister lazy eye a little lovetap by smacking him over the head using all the strength he could muster from his right arm. "Hey loud, dumb and rotting, I'm over here!" He yelled at the zombie before dashing back a couple feet and plunging a couple shots of firefoam into rotting torso.

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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The beam of fire dissipated from the husk's hand, leaving behind thick black smoke that sizzled from Sasha's shield.

Civilians screamed and scattered around them. Parents called for their children. Toddlers wept. A corpulent man shoved aside two boys to cross Klaus's safe zone more easily.

Thwack!

The husk's head spun and spun on its base. Bones cracked and grinded, and his charred visage glared right back at Devon. Foam splashed upon and through the torso, and it sizzled against an otherworldly, rising heat.

"I found you…," the creature hissed, with a high, scratchy voice which sounded nothing like Pyro's baritone.

The husk floated, then dashed - not towards Devon, but rather away from the hero, to land atop an errant jet ski. His body twisted, and his charred hands stabbed into the hull of the vehicle.

"I do not rot... The flesh is weak, but its rage burns eternal."

Metal crumpled, paint melted, and the hull broke into scrap that swirled around the husk's arms, then smashed together - violently - into a pair of jet-black, arm-mounted chainsaws, burning hot as a forge and covered in magma-like cracks at their seams.

The chainsaws came to life. It spun, and roared, and tore through what little remained of the jetski, as their undead wielder blasted towards Devon, propelled by a trail of hellish flames that disintegrated his rotting feet - and continued burning.

"I am wrath! I AM FURY!"

The Husk was inches from Devon, and thrust his howling, burning chainsaws forward.

"I AM INFERNO!'

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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Richard perked up to listen to Henry, Akiko, and Sheri discuss the situation with their current lead, something about a truck driver, a burger stop, and some imported car parts. There was something coming to his mind as well that sent a slight shiver through him as he started to consider it more in depth. They were shipping these drugs all the way across from the Pacific? Or perhaps just ingredients? It seemed odd honestly. If this was a smaller criminal organization, it might make sense that this was their only way of getting to North American consumers, but they were supplying the Witchfinder Generals. That didn't sound like a small organization to him.

So why ship something to North America when they could just make it here instead?

Only really two answers to that made sense; either the products they needed couldn't be made/grown/etc. here, or... They were in the middle of expanding their operations in North America. If that was true, this truck driver might end up revealing much more information to them than they had initially perhaps thought. If they were lucky.

He opted to keep his thoughts to himself for now. Richard could be wrong, and he didn't want to stress anyone out more than they already were. Instead, he scrolled through his phone, catching up on news from around the world:

An upcoming Interfaith Conference was coming up to be held in Cyprus, to be attended by various leaders; from the Pope to the Archbishop of Canterbury; from North American Baptist Conference higher ups to Imams; from Rabbis to Buddhist Monks; from Shinto Priests to members of the Atheist Alliance International. Seemed the topic of discussion was going to be trying to push aside some differences in belief to discuss how Religious (and non-religious) Supers could work together on the threat the Beast of Decay posed.

President Gordon Ford had just announced a 'Bipartisan' Bill to boost the US military budget, with a special focus on Supers in the military. Already social media was alight with bitter comments from both sides of the spectrum criticizing it. Richard decided to scroll past it for now, figuring he could read angry internet comments later.

There was news updates on various military conflicts around the world, that sent his stomach into knots of both fear and anger. He'd have to ignore that too. For now...

Finally he came across various updates on crimes from around the area, paying particular attention to anyone that was going to be getting off a little more 'lightly' than Richard would like. A few caught his eye, and those that did sent that sensation of fire welling up inside him. That sense of pure rage, and the craving for violence...

Fire... Richard felt heat, and heard screaming. He looked back to the beach to see a flaming, shambling corpse making its way up, marching towards... Devon? Someone from Freischütz's past perhaps? Something Richard would have to ask about later, but for now there was work to do.

Sasha, Klaus, and Devon all reacted fast, containing the issue to a small part of the beach as quickly as they could.

As if Richard had to deal with ANOTHER monster that crawled out of the ocean. Was he cursed or something? His thoughts went back for a brief moment to falling into that rocky, fiery pit again, before being brought back to reality by Henry's voice over his ear piece.

The White Death let out a soft sigh as he stood from the table, combing his fingers through his short, soft hair to brush it back again. He grabbed his leather jacket and pulled it on over his blue polo shirt, dusted off grains of sand from his black jeans, and donned a pair of black sunglasses, before walking over to his new weapon of choice.

Richard placed a hand on the red painted metal, leaning casually on it as the battle on the beach persisted. The metal under him got cooler and cooler, and the water inside began to be pushed into an increasingly smaller space, towards a singular point which Richard had chosen to be its weak point.


As the flaming zombie charged Devon, chainsaws wrapped around its hands, it felt a mighty force slam into the blades and cause them to turn away from the direction of Pyromancer's target. A powerful blast of ice cold water, filled with gleaming razor shards of ice, now stood between the two. Pyromancer could see the origin of this icy water was a fire hydrant up on the boardwalk near the shops, and a man casually leaning against it, an amused smirk on his own face.

"Not quite the cold reception you were expecting I'm guessing?" He called out to the zombie. "I think California's had more than enough Inferno's to worry about, so how about you walk yourself and your chainsaw hands back into the water and just stay there?"

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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Ice and force knocked Inferno's chainsaws out of the way at the last minute. The cold stopped the motors at their tracks. But without missing a beat, Inferno continued his lunge, even as blades of ice cut through his flesh and withered his flames, and bit down on Devon's shoulders, hard.

"HOOOOOOAAAAARGGGGGGGHHHH!"

His teeth were blunted and brittle. Devon heard them break against his apparel. His one dangling eyeball fell, having been severed by Richard's ice shards.

His chainsaws chugged, chugged, and chugged. The blades struggle against their frozen motor. The husk held on to Devon by his broken teeth. His empty eye sockets lit up with hellish light. Cracks deepened all over his body, with a rising heat that was quickly threatening to explode…!

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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Sheri took position with her back up against Sasha's wall arm, her gun in her hand as she peered around the edge at the chaos unfolding on the other side.

It hadn't even been an hour. Go figure.

"This mission is supposed to be low profile!" she chided, a sliver of her face ducking in and out of view to avoid the powers being thrown around. "Nothing stopping us from cutting and running! LA has its own heroes, you know!"

Average ETA for heroes in this city was 4 and a half minutes. They could still salvage this if they were quick about it, but… She clicked her tongue. Of course these world-saving volunteer jackasses wouldn't go for that. And even if they did, if that overcooked bastard's ravings were any indication, any escape they managed to make would be temporary. This thing seemed to have a pretty bad case of tunnel vision where their gunslinger was concerned.

And the bogey was starting to glow ominously.

What's our track record look like so far, you think?" She snarked at Sasha, slipping into Russian. She didn't know how much use she could be in this situation, but, well. It wouldn't kill her to try.

She pivoted around Sasha's barrier, her gun snapping up and immediately finding her target where it clung to Freischütz. Purple electricity crackled down her arm and flashed out her gun in a single instant. Once, twice, three times, four; however many it took to shut down whatever this thing was attempting.

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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The husk confirmed what Devon already suspected as it hissed at him, but rather coming in straight away for a melee it dashed off to merge with a jetski into some rather gruesome combination of zombie and cyborg, a creation that wouldn't look strange on the list of mutants created by the Umbrella corporation. The chainsaws might be a problem, while it should just glance off the suit armored exterior large parts of the suit still retained the pliability of regular clothing. That might just give the teeth of the saw enough to catch onto or pull of his gloves or something.

With the husk charged at him once more armed with it's flaming chainsaws he raised his guns waiting for the last moment to avoid giving the burning Halloween decoration the time to even think about dodging. It was not to be though as Richard beat him to chilling the husk down with a jet of ice shard laden water. It ripped parts of the creature to shreds most notably taking away the disturbing dangling eye leaving a less disturbing empty socket.

Before Devon could set his sights back on the creature it had already managed to use it's momentum to grapple onto his left arm with a tooth shattering bite and it seemed it was attempting an explosive finale. While it felt rather counter intuitive with the husk still getting shredded by the others attack he didn't want to gamble on how much more it would have to glow up before exploding and Devon pulled it with him into wraith form.

A couple seconds later and a 200 feet skywards and outwards towards the sea the two re-materialized from the fog immediately followed by a gunshot and an explosion as Devon aimed an explosive shot at the face of the husk in an attempt to wrest himself free from it's bite. The explosion not only ripped him free from the bite it also threw him back a couple feet before he slipped back into wraith form to get some distance between him and the human explosive.

Making landfall as he was spit out of the fog he smacked into the sand and tumbled a for a a few yards as the momentum of his fall was bled off, all the while voicing his discomfort with a couple colorful expletives in a mix of German and English. "Ugh, that's gonna be sore tomorrow." He said as he slowly got himself up from his modernistic impression of a pretzel. After shaking off the half a pound of sand, or at least most of it, he scooped up during his tumble he turned his gaze back in the direction of where he had left the nightmare of forests in human form.

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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Sheri's purple blasts struck Inferno. Over, and over, and over again. The impact gave him pause, but his dead nerves resisted her powers. His glow grew brighter and brighter, until…

The very air blinked. And they reappeared far above the sea.

BANG!

Black char and bright orange fluids splattered from the husk as Devon shot him, point blank. An ungodly noise, somewhere between a distorted scream and distending metal filled the air as his headless, broken body fell far and fast into the ocean.




Splash. The husk's limbs stretched skyward as he sank. His body was heavy. Too heavy to be human. So he sank. Further, and further, and further. The light that shimmered on the surface seemed so far away.

Thud. Cold metal touched its back. A derelict. Rusted, brittle, forgotten. But metal nonetheless. His chainsaws sputtered. The sea was cold, but his fury burned brighter, hotter, stronger. His motors spun, his teeth bit into the rusted hull. And orange light bled where the metal was carved.




Five minutes passed. Then ten. The beach had since been evacuated, leaving the heroes alone at their vigil. But nothing happened. It seemed like it was over, as quick as it began.

Then, a beep came from Henry's monitor. Then another. And another. It was approaching fast. A hundred feet. Ninety feet. Seventy. Fourty. A shape cut through the water, not unlike a shark's fin. Ten.

BWOOSH!

It emerged, between boiling bubbles and a thick mist of steam, then landed, its talons cutting through sand. A shadowy shape, seven feet in height. Thick, segmented body. Lean, armoured limbs. And a red-eyed insectoid head, with two pairs of chittering mandibles.

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All made of jet-black steel.

His claws deformed, liquiefied, then reformed into long-handled buzzsaws. Their blades revved, with a sound that was equal parts thunder and screaming.

"The guilty will pay the price!" Inferno declared. He bent low, then charged. Every stomp left burning prints that set deep into the sands. Devon and Richard were reflected upon his glaring, ruby eyes. He moved closer, and closer, and closer.

His wing covers flipped open. Skull-shaped, flaming missiles emerged from beneath them. The air whistled, and the skulls screamed as they flew forth - three of them right towards Richard, and three more towards Sasha a bit further away.

Inferno raised his saw arms above Devon. "SLICE!" And he swung, "DESPAIR!" and swung, "TEAR…" and swung. "INTO PIECES!"

Right claw to left, left claw to right, right claw upwards, and then left claw slammed down, hard, until the sand exploded into glass and whistling steam. The ceaseless whirring was deafening. The monstrous demon bug put his size to his advantage, reaching far and wide with every strike.

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Henry sat in thought for a moment before relaying, "Okay, we're way off schedule. I'm thinking Devon, Klaus, and Sasha should remain on the beach to help contain this until any local heroes show up while everyone else starts tracking down the truck shipment. We can all meet up later at that burger joint like Akiko figured. Any objections?"

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Klaus opened his face shield and nodded at Henry's idea, "We'll be right behind you!" He called, closing the shield and tearing off across the sand at a full sprint. He reached into a small compartment on his hip and withdrew his stasis disks, hurling a few at the rapidly approaching Inferno. "Here, why don't you give it a rest!" He called out.

The seconds the disks flew through the air felt like hours to Klaus. Time had truly lost all meaning to him as he could feel the world around him pass through the fourth dimension, almost able to see things age if he concentrated hard enough. All he could do was trust his devices could give the heroes the advantage they needed to truly win this fight.

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The decaying assailant that had gone after Devon had been quickly repelled by a number of attacks from the team combined, though it hadn't been quite enough to stop him. In a flash however, both Devon and the zombie had disappeared, only for another flash above the ocean to appear, and then another following back on the beach. Devon now stood before them, alone. Richard grinned and let out a soft sigh, relieved the violent exchange was over. He allowed the fire hydrant's opening to freeze over and re-contain the liquid within.

"Well... Your plan looks like it worked better than mine would have Freischütz. My next idea was to just shoot the guy, thought you might try that too, but this keeps things nice and quiet." He smirked slightly as it seemed the others began to calm down a little more.

"Also, that's a pretty nifty palette of powers you've got there. You can't like... Make yourself invisible, or invincible or something, can you? Just saying that'd be pretty handy."

Before the small talk could go any further, some deranged looking giant metal bug burst from the ocean and onto the beach, a metal saw attached on one arm. "O-oh.... This guy's a... Predacon or something?"

Henry began relaying orders, to which a few had already been following as they quickly dashed off. Richard didn't get the chance to run though, not before what looked like 3 missiles got lobbed his way.

"YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING!" He shouted as he dashed away from his position, right before he felt a wave of heat and force smack into his back and fling him a dozen or so feet away from the impact.

He landed on the sand with a soft thud, but his back was absolutely killing him. Just when he started to recover, this had to happen.

Richard struggled to get back up, cursing in his mind and he muttered about all the ways he was going to use his firearms on the 'Transformer' that attacked him. When he looked up though, he noticed a figure exiting the crowd and approaching the action. "Hey, you really shouldn't-"

A familiar face.

"Oh, hey, Vic? That is you, right?" The moment of confusion quickly passed into one of a somewhat bitter frown.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had someone you had to save?" His words came with entirely unrestrained sarcasm to them.

"Yourself I mean. Thought you were busy saving yourself."

Richard was back on his feet again, rolling his sore shoulders. He instinctively reached into his jacket to grab a gun, only to remember he'd left them in the van. That was an unfortunate oversight.


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Atlas City, North Carolina: March 18th, 2045, 3:20pm

The sun was still high in the sky, but from the beach of Atlas City staring out into the endless ocean of blue, one cannot help but think of how truly dark that horizon can get. Especially as of late.

Towering over the beach, an old oil drilling platform sat as one of several imposing monoliths, recently converted for other uses by its new owner; Maxwell Landon.

Maxwell exhaled a soft has of cigarette smoke into the fresh open air that surrounded him, and it truly was fresh. A balcony, set almost a dozen stories up in the air, right at the edge of the beach where the waters of the Atlantic would be lapping at one's feet. The cool air was refreshing, a good way to escape from the hustle and bustle of work. Behind him sat a penthouse he'd had constructed on this highest level, which also housed his private office. Not so private right now however.

Both Willoughby and Ulysses sat inside, fingers rapidly clacking away at keyboards on 'company' laptops. Ulysses was in the midst of some calculations for payroll for the moment, and Willoughby was sending off emails to both contractors, and to some of Maxwell's 'employees', including prospective ones. "Willoughby, you got a quote from the contractors yet?" Ulysses spoke softly.

Willoughby nodded. "Forward it to you in a sec. Maxwell, I've got quite a bit of feedback and responses from our recruiters. Lists of it in fact. Looks like we're gonna have a lot more candidates for security, some of which I won't even need to train." He smiled a little to himself, hoping that this would give the organization more skilled hands to put to good use.


Maxwell smiled and nodded to himself. "Looking to delegate a bit more hmm? Well maybe that's not such a bad idea... I could use some more reliable people to take on leadership positions once we expand more, and I'm sure I don't need to say it... But there's few people that fit that description better than you two."

Ulysses chuckled and cocked an eyebrow. "I thought fitting that description made us a better choice to guard your body?"

Maxwell turned to face the two of them, entering the penthouse once more, giving a playful shrug. "Much as I love your company, I'm sure you can both admit that having a literal dragon around helps fill a lot of the security gaps in regards to my personal safety. And besides, I should try to take care of myself more often anyways, its good to keep sharp."

Willoughby cracked a grin himself, casting a look over at Ulysses. "I don't know about you, but personally a promotion sounds pretty nice to me. Would actually be kind of a nice change to have someone else guarding me instead."

Fantasies aside, Maxwell had been heavily considering these matters. The new people he found himself surrounded with meant a chance for some incredible growth for them all. Willoughby and Ulysses had more than enough business sense and skills to each run their own operation, with probably minimal oversight from Maxwell. But the others, Maeve, Lilian, perhaps even Vicky...

Well, secret missions aside, he felt they'd soon be able to fill similar roles, but these kinds of things would have to wait until they deal with their secretive enemy.


"By the way Maxwell," Willoughby spoke again. "One of these guys here said he'd like to come meet you shortly. Seems like he might be an... Interesting fellow to have around."

Maxwell faced Willoughby with a look of growing interest. "Is that so? Well... How about we set up a meeting with him then."

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Vic's head turned, her ear pricking at the sound of someone calling over to her. Her brows raised at the man, who she recalled, but between world ending threats, homicidal agencies, cloned and dead not-girlfriends and BFFing it up with a zombie, had no space in her brain left for his name.

"Right. Wow," she said in the face of his rudeness, lifting her heart-eyed glasses and sliding them into her silver hair. "Sorry I left an impression." Her eyes flicked up and down, before meeting his gaze with an obvious - and intentional - lack of recognition and a cocksure smile. "One of us had to. Don't mess with my heroic entrance."

Her eyes snapped to the demon bug, and her hands clapped. Air blasted her hair and the sand beneath her feet, sending her pink shirt flapping. In a instant, an invisible projectile surged from her and an explosion of viscera burst out of Inferno's back. Blasted out of the hole in his chest. The carnage splashed into the ocean and tainted the waves red. The world's most powerful air cannon hovered in the air and blew the smoke from her finger gun.

"I went and did some soul searching," she continued casually, "And it turns out - shocker - the world ending is..." she popped her lips, "... not beneficial. For me." She took off her annoyingly flappy shirt and carried it off in a breeze, then pointed at Richard. "Three sentences, catch me up. What are we doing here and what has it got to do with stopping doomsday."

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When the screaming insectoid came back out of the water in it's blazing fury Devon had no chance to fire any interception shots at the missiles fired at his allies barely finding the time to switch out one of his guns for the mace as it rushed him without any form of hesitation.

It's blows were heavy, relentless and wild. Between having to watch out for the saws teeth potentially catching anything, the speed at which the flurry of attacks came at him and the weight put behind each and every blow Devon couldn't manage to do more than deflect the blows with his mace and the armor plates on his arms and even then he was being pushed back strike after strike. Wraith form was always an option, but considering those who'd become the target of these punishing attacks should he slip away... He doubted that anyone else would be capable of dancing with the hot headed insectoid.

It was then that some assistance came in in the form of Klaus's signature disks giving him the precious fraction of time needed to finally slip out of his purely defensive stance giving the whirring sawblade a good smack with his mace deforming it just enough to jam in the brace and sending a wave of electricity coursing through the metallic body.

Moments later another assailant entered the fray with an explosive burst of air putting a sizable hole in Inferno's back which released not a small quantity of fleshy viscera confirming there was still something organic within that shell. Taking full advantage of the momentary distraction Devon fired shots at Inferno opting for a mix of cryogenic and high kinetic in hopes of shattering that armor with the thermal shock and blunt impact of the mixed ammo.

"How about we get this damn foundry reject to calm down first, we'll talk later." Devon yelled at the airborne super before putting another dozen shots into the canned zombie.

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Richard smirked right back as Vicky cast that less-than-friendly smile at him. With a irreverent shrug, gaze following her, he responded in a light and (insincerely) friendly tone. "Yeah, it's kinda my thing not to leave a 'lasting impression' on a lot of the people I meet. Unless we're talking about a physical one that is..." Just as he got finished saying that, a hole was blasted through the back of Waspinator, causing an instinctive raise of the eyebrows by Richard.

"Yeah, kinda like that actually. That's more my style." He followed that up with a low whistle as he admired the handy work of the Superstar Super.

As she continued, he crossed his arms, partly to look a bit disapproving of her flippancy, but also partly because the subject she brought up made him a bit more uncomfortable than he'd like to admit, and he needed to find some place to put his hands before they fidgeted or something.

"Ahh, so you're now realizing that eh? Well that's good to hear. As for what we're doing here-"

His words were cut off by Devon, whom Richard only now realized was still battling the Transformer. "Ah, right. Good point." He looked back to Vicky quick, making hand gestures in the air as he tried to summarize everything while making his way over to the Deceptive Decepticon. "Long story short, we're playing Superhero VICE. George is worried about those drugs the Witchfinders were using, so we're gonna try to put a stop to that. Not entirely sure how it connects to the end of the world, but until we learn more about the things that lurk in the dark, we're gonna try to make the world a little bit safer from those psycho terrorists."

After Devon had unloaded a few rounds at the robot, Richard raised a hand to pause the onslaught. "Gimme one quick second." Slowed down by the cryo rounds, Richard was able to charge at the robot, jumping up and clambering onto its torso, where he jammed his right fist inside. His skin felt the wet, mushy flesh around it, a little warm, but it quickly began to cool. As the cyborg tried to take a few swipes at him, Richard held on and grit his teeth through the pain (back becoming even more incensed by the continual injuries it was enduring), but eventually let go and dropped down when he felt comfortable in his efforts.

His hand was now covered in sand and viscera. Gross. He tried to wipe it off a bit, but it became apparent he'd need to wash it soon. "Based on what he's done so far, I doubt this will kill him, but should buy us some time. Freischütz, Whirlwind, either of you have a power that can make him evaporate or something?"


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Maxwell kept his gaze even and calm as Wolfram introduced himself. He studied the card in his hand briefly, taking a moment to consider his own response, before placing the card in his jacket pocket. "Seems you're acclimating quite well to Earth Commandant, I take that to mean you're well read and learned." Maxwell, for his part, plucked a business card of his own out of a pocket, passing it to Wolfram. Having taken a little card from the... Infant Alien? Maxwell decided to take another out and pass it to him as well.

"Willoughby, Ulysses, will you please excuse us?"


The two nodded to Maxwell as they got up and began to leave the room, but the look the cast behind Wolfram's back was one of great concern. They both hoped Maxwell knew what he was doing. Of course, they didn't have much choice but to trust he did.

Maxwell saw what their eyes said as the doors closed behind them. Truthfully, he too felt rather... Overwhelmed. He was having a 'business discussion' with apparently a space demon, who belonged to some sort of 'galactic empire'. That was much further above anything Maxwell was used to. Still, when opportunity came knocking, Maxwell learned to keep his head on straight.

"I must say, I am intrigued so far by what you've been saying. Your empire seeks to assist villains on our planet? Please, tell me more about this, why this is something your empire is pursuing. And, while you're at it, please have a seat if you like. Care for anything to drink?"