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Hadean: The Brave

Atlas City

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a part of Hadean: The Brave, by Lord Saethos.

Our City will rebuild! No matter what happens to us, we will continue to be on the front line of innovation, science, industry, and heroism! Remember March 12th, and remember that in Atlas City, we're helping build a better future for everyone!

Lord Saethos holds sovereignty over Atlas City, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Atlas City, home to approximately 800'000 civilians, of which an estimated 1000-5000 are supers. Some have minor powers, not able to do much more than parlor tricks, others have abilities uniquely suited to the many careers and burgeoning industries in Atlas City, and some are destined for the greatness of heroism, or the infamy of Villainy.
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Atlas City

Our City will rebuild! No matter what happens to us, we will continue to be on the front line of innovation, science, industry, and heroism! Remember March 12th, and remember that in Atlas City, we're helping build a better future for everyone!

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Atlas City is a part of Hadean: The Brave.

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Akiko Bong [124] "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Henry Stewart (Macroman) [110] Can't just be strong for your own sake. Not always.
Sasha Belov [104] The undying demon of Russia, Sasha's dark past remains a mystery to all but a select few.
Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) [99] "True heroes do what is necessary."
Sheri [96] drafted into service
Devon Metzger [95] "I guess you could say that I'm living on borrowed time. Then let's not waste it."
Liz Baker [87] The Alchemist
Vicki Vortex [67] "I'm not here to save the world, I'm here to rock out in its final encore."
Carnifex-04 "Scourge" [65] "All I need is PAIN!"
Klaus Zeit [59] Trapped in the past to find his future

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Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Carnifex-04 "Scourge" Character Portrait: Vicki Vortex Character Portrait: Maeve Butler
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"Hmmmpghh," a displeased noise oozed from Vic's mouth as she pinched the chip packet from the corner and lifted it, jiggling off the Bacardi. "Uh-huh. Eric Trump. Yahweh." Her eyes flicked back to the blonde. "There's a lot to unpack there. Let's leave church out of state. I think it's Lilian." She turned back to the drink as she addressed Scourge, plopping in four curly straws. "Same voice, vibes whatever. Look, date enough shapeshifters, and you'll know." She took a looong slurp from the bowl and pulled back coughing. "Where's Maeve at?"

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Carnifex-04 "Scourge" Character Portrait: Vicki Vortex
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Scourge's eyes turned into big wide Os. He looked between Vic and Lilian. They could almost see the lightbulb come alight in his head. "OHHHH!" The giant green man leered closer - at Lilian's toned… hard… stomach. The muscles on her abdomen created such deep valleys and captivating crevices...

"Hehehe, I LIKE this body, Doc. It reminds me of that old film that Dadmum had in his basement." Scourge stroked his chin. "It was… YES, 'Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS'. One of his FAVOURITES."

Scourge snatched the cocktail bowl with one hand. "HMMM, Maeve is a loner. She'll pop up again when she pleases." He brought the bowl to his lipless mouth and chugged, chugged, chugged, then stopped. He turned to Vic. "This is good." then slammed the bowl back down.

"'Shapeshifters'?" Scourge squinted, scrutinising Vic. "As in MULTIPLE? Gahahaha!" He cackled, a raucous sound that drew many stares their way. Scourge looped a giant, heavy arm around her shoulders. "I guess you have a type, EH?"

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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov 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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Character Portrait: Akiko Bong Character Portrait: Devon Metzger Character Portrait: Sheri Character Portrait: Richard Mackenzie (The White Death) Character Portrait: Henry Stewart (Macroman) Character Portrait: Sasha Belov Character Portrait: Liz Baker Character Portrait: Klaus Zeit Character Portrait: Cannonade Character Portrait: Inferno
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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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Hesitation in a fight was lethal and Akiko was thankful for Sasha's quick thinking. Her own thoughts had been to fight fire with fire but as she reached out to summon the Witchfinder lantern, she stopped. She could see the fire heading towards them but the lanterns remained put. They were supposed to be under cover after all. So when Sasha's wall came up, Akiko gave him an appreciative nod and took off running. Civilians were assisted, powers went off, and for a moment, things quieted down.

But when the giant insect came bursting out of the water, Akiko was done. Henry was right and the three he named were more than capable of dealing with the fiery menace. It was pointless to blow her own cover along with them.

"No objections from me," Akiko answered as she ran away from the fight, her eyes on her phone as she checked where she needed to go. "I'm going to head over to the facility to take a look around."

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Vic tried to hide the recognition in her eyes at the mention of Ilsa and dragged bowl and its diminished contents back to her with a scowl. Distant shouts and screams were coming from the beach, but she carried on. "I guess you could say," she returned flatly, back hunched under the weight of Scourge's arm. "There was one shifter, Malacai. Messed around with him for a bit. He had this thing for my Aunt, real Cougar hunter. Yeah, it was not..." The 't' clicked off her tongue, and her next word slurred, "...cooool..." She sipped her drink. "Then he ate her, so."

Vic shrugged. "The worst 'shapeshifter' I ever dated was Stephanie. Two faced bitch. I don't date supers anymore."

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“Ya come here often?”

Lilian’s carefully disguised face raised an eyebrow at Scourge. Before she had a chance to admonish or further the discourse on God, or ponder who the patron deity of Carnifex may be, Vicki’s bored voice explained, “It’s think it's Lilian.”

With a smile, Lilian chimed out, “The one and only. Missed you too Vortex. I knew you'd recognize me.” Her voice lowered to a soft purr, "You've got that spark in your eye."

Excitement practically oozed off Scourge, his eyes dilating with a rush of serotonin. “I LIKE this body, Doc.” The compliment was appreciated, though she was unfamiliar with the aforementioned Ilsa. "Thank you!"

Vicki took a long slurp of the mystery Tiki drink, "Where's Maeve at?" Without missing a beat, Scourge answered her as if she wasn't thinking. "She'll pop up again when she pleases." Scourge laughed and started to poke fun at Vicki's disposition for dating Changers.

The face Lilian borrowed flushed a deep scarlet, "So you're not into me as a person, I'm just your type?" She pondered the thought for a moment before discarding it entirely, "Oh well. No use in living in the past! Since Maeve is making us wait, should we go sightseeing? I've always wanted to see a film at the Chinese Theater!"

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Scourge rubbed Vic's shoulder, his meaty hands smooth to the touch despite the unthinking strength behind every move. He looked between Lilian and Vic as the former brought up the Chinese theatre, and let out a loud "HMMMM," of approval.

Eventually, the sounds of explosions, roaring motors, and gunshots proved too much for him to ignore, and he glared over his shoulder.

"What the HELL is going on over there?"

All while the other patrons of the Tiki bar fled around them, and the owner made off with his cash registry.

Scourge turned around, leaned forward in his seat, and squinted. A giant metal bug was locked in battle with three men by the edge of the beach. One of which was… dressed in rather familiar gear. "Wait, I KNOW THAT GUY!" Scourge exclaimed - in the loudest whisper Vic and Lilian had ever heard - as he pointed at Devon. "He's the gunslinger from the warehouse!" His eyes narrowed. "One of them do-goodin' HEROES."

Scourge chuckled, then punched his right fist onto his left palm. "And he's got some FRIENDS with him. I say we go up there and FUCK 'EM UP."

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Character Portrait: Lilian Anderbilt Character Portrait: Carnifex-04 "Scourge" Character Portrait: Vicki Vortex
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"Mmf!" Vic smacked the table and pulled back from the drink with a hand over her mouth, wagging her finger at Lilian. Alcohol sloshed around in her cheeks and held back her words but her eagerness for Lilian's idea was obvious. She swallowed with a grimace and shot a glare Scourge's way for interrupting. Everyone in the bar had grown curious of what the people outside were screaming at and running away from. She begrudgingly picked up the bowl and hopped up onto the bar and leaned over to peer beside Scourge's head at what he was seeing.

"Yeah, we could," she entertained between sips, "Or you could... not sabotage my super spy career before I've had one gig. I've gotta make friendly with those guys." She took in a thin breath and cracked her neck. "And I don't know much about hero..ing, but I know a chance for a heroic entrance when I see one."

She jumped off the bar and toppled a little, the bowl of punch on an almost empty stomach doing its due diligence. She handed the bowl off to Lilian and snatched the goldfish packet up instead. "Right, this is me. Take Scourge on that movie date. I heard the Dark City prequel is really, really bad. And tell Maxwell that when this whole stupid thing fucks me, I'll be thinking of him."

She swaggered her way through the crowd, popping goldfish in her mouth.