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Nexus, a city that has seen it's fair share of heroes and villains. Some of the best and brightest heroes helped shape the failing city in it's time of need, while some of the greatest villains helped tear it back down. The city was tossed back and forth in a constant struggle, super-powered civilians tugging the balance from light to dark and dark to light. This never ending chaos left the citizens of Nexus feeling rather, shall we say, miffed.

After half the city being razed, rebuilt, and blown up once more, the citizens of Nexus had had enough. The citizens revolted, the army, the police, everyone with a gun or rather large knife turned on the heroes who remained on the streets. Those who were not murdered on the sidewalks or in their homes hid in seclusion either on the outskirts of the city or as mindless Wal Mart employees. Those villains who had been captured and kept in confinement, killed in their cells during orchestrated prison riots.

The city went back to it's normal balance of thugs, corrupt politicians, and easily bribed policemen. It's city re-divided into it's slums and it's wealthy downtown tourist attractions. And that's where you come in.

It had been quite a few years since the Supers were slaughtered, and super-powered people, both good and evil, are coming to Nexus once more. The city isn't exactly pleased, but nothing to bad has happened yet, no excuse to massacre the people that are different than they are. So, in a city still slanted against the supers, whether they be good or evil, what will you choose to do? Do you have the power and the courage to protect the city that hates you, or will you rise to power, destroying the city that never much cared for you anyways?




Date:
12:00 PM Saturday July 2nd, 2016
Weather Conditions:
The previous nights storm has left the ground soaked, and the humidity high. The sky is only partially cloudy, the heat relatively high for Nexus, likely to stick around 95 to 100 degrees. There are no signs of a storm coming again tonight, so we should be dry by tomorrow, and be ready for Summer Fun once more.
Population:
Most of the civilians of Nexus will be staying indoors, as today isn't a go out and play day thanks to the previous night's rain. On top of that, quite a few places were left in rubble, and a SWAT team even had to be called in. It seems the eastern side of the city, along with the docks, was the center of last night's many crimes and vandalisms, and police activity is being picked up around the docks to compensate. The people of Nexus are finding agitation with the actions that they can only associate with the meta-humans they call Supers.






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Tessa The Shapeshifter

-~-{[( The Goddess is on The Hunt )]}-~-



Tessa moved down a dark alley with a purpose. Her mind was set on feeding tonight, as she had been far too calm and far too easygoing lately. She had let herself slip, and now her body's hunger was a gnawing in her mind, a screams in her head, a burning at her flesh that urged her to consume. She needed to consume! That was her key to survival, and a goddess must survive, like Aphrodite or Athena, or even Hera! Tessa would make sure that no lesser being would be spared if it meant her life coming to an end. She was more valuable, more precious than any of them.

Tessa moved through the dark alley until she saw a lone man, waiting behind a garbage can. Tessa knew exactly what he was waiting there for. He was hoping a pretty young girl would pass through the alleyway, alone. Tessa smiled, knowing she was unnoticed by the man, and quickly approached. She dragged him up the wall, with surprising strength for such a tiny girl, and smiled. “Hello there, gorgeous. How are you this evening?" She asked seductively. The man stuttered out a slow response, but Tessa didn't give him time to say much. She pressed her lips against his, and felt the thrilling spark of electricity move down her spine. Her cells quickly started to absorb his, and the man started to struggle and make rumbling noises in his throat, as if he wanted to scream. Alas, his lips were fused shut and to her own, so there would be no vocalization for Tessa's victim. The man punched at Tessa, viciously trying to escape as over half his face melded with her own, but where his hands touched her, her cells latched on, and he began to fuse there as well. Tessa unbuttoned her blouse, and then hugged the man, speeding up the consumption process.

It only took a few minutes before the man was gone, completely fused to Tessa. His existence was no more, his cells being broken down and used to fuel her own body. Tessa smiled, and hummed cheerily as she walked out of the alley, and into the crowded street, where not a single person suspected her. Well, until a man she was walking beside looked down and saw her red, sleeveless button-up wasn't buttoned-up. The man lightly nudged her, and when she looked, he made a motion vertically up his chest. Tessa looked down, and chuckled to herself. Clothes were such an easy thing to forget about. She buttoned the shirt, and then continued down the crowded street.

She was moving towards the docks, going there for the night life the docks tended to have. Raves, with drug induced teens, flashy lights and low visibility made for easy hunting grounds. Further more, the people at raves had the tendency to start having sex right then and there, which made finding people to consume that much easier, since most people would just assume she were mating with her prey. Tessa smiled excitedly, and started skipping down the street. She was giddily hoping to massacre some ravers. She did, however, not want the previous incident to happen.

Last time Tessa had attended a rave, she had stalked a young lady who smelled of cocaine, ecstasy, and sex. Whenever Tessa drew her into a corner, she started to consume the girl. The girl panicked, and removed an a**l vibrator from her purse, and thrusted it into Tessa's face, where it destroyed her eye, and became lodged in her orbital. After she had consumed the girl, she had to get the vibrating device from her skull, which took quite a while, as it was lodged quite thoroughly.

Needless to say, Tessa did not want a vibrator rammed through her eye again. That would suck.

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Test Number 85

-~-{[( The Phantom appears on the Streets Again )]}-~-



Test was not someone who typically involved himself in the business of other's, provided it isn't necessary. He has found that his intervention often causes more problems than it solves, and that the right outcome will be reached on its own anyways, even if slowly. However, there are certain circumstance where he knows his presence may be required.

One of these circumstance is whenever there is a shootout at a bank. Sure enough, it was the same bank he had been told the next piece of evidence was in. Test watched from the side for a few moments, as a crowd formed, and the bank robbers fired out at the police with a machine gun that turned the police cruisers, and the police officers taking cover behind them, into swiss cheese.

This was the point that Test knew he needed to intervene. Test turned on his heel, and sprinted into an alleyway, where no one would see as he used his power to bend reality around his body. He was suddenly a walking shadow, a silhouette that showed the deep empty space of his own personal alternate dimension. He was now, to everyone else, Phantom.

Phantom moved out into the street, and immediately people gasped and backed off. They were frightened of Phantom, of the way looking directly at him was difficult, just like looking at a black light. They were frightened by his facelessness, by the way he walked towards them with an unknown purpose. He couldn't blame them for being scared, he would have been too.

Phantom ducked under the yellow tape that guarded the street, keeping the civilians out of the firing arc of the shooter, and moved between two officers that made no attempt to stop him, as they were far too concerned with how dangerously close the crowd was to the ensuing firefight. As he approached, a police car exploded in a burst of flames. The ground rumbled with the sound that made his ears ring. Phantom moved into a sprint, hoping to make it to the bank and flank the robbers without being spotted. Hell, he might even be able to make it out with some of their stolen cash. Alas, the man on the machine gun spotted him. As the machine gun began to turn on its tripod, Phantom used his ability to make a pit in the ground about three feet deep just below his feet. He fell into it, and immediately pinned himself against the wall of his trench as machine gun rounds pinged off of the concrete above him.


"This one is in over his head," Phantom said aloud, sighing. He couldn't stop bullets, and he knew he couldn't simply move the concrete on the road to make a barrier, because the machine gun would tear through the concrete like thin paper. Phantom simply hoped another hero might arrive, or provide a distraction. At least the Machine Gun fire was concentrated on him, which meant the NPD only had to deal with small arms fire, for now.


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Xavier smiled as he stared, the woman's rather nice a** angled so he could see it very clearly, despite her businesswoman's skirt. The woman didn't notice, of course, but the man sitting across from Xavier sure as hell did. He looked at Xavier, gave him an odd look, and then turned in his chair. The man turned back to face Xavier, a rather wily smile on his wrinkly face. He gave Xavier a thumbs up, saying he approved, which was good.

The woman stood up, turned, and said cheerily, "The filing is done, sir." Xavier smiled, and waved his hand, and the woman removed herself from Xavier's office. He then smiled at the older man before him,
"Give me access to the lab. I don't want official ownership, nor investment. Just the right to look through your findings."

"I already told you," The old scientist began, "A few extra resources and a few ways around safety procedures don't exactly make me want to risk my career for you."

Xavier smiled, a relaxed, calm smile. He leaned forward, hands clasped together, and rested his elbows on his desk. "First of all, a FEW resources is a large understatement. I'm giving you and your team access to equipment and materials that are typically reserved for government research. However, if that isn't enough for you, how about I throw in Angel, as well?"

"Excuse me?" The Scientist asked, loosening his collar a bit.

"Mrs. Lavery, please come back in here." Xavier called out, to the door. After a few moments, Angel Lavery walked in, wearing her business blouse and tight skirt. Xavier waved her over, and smiled gently at her, "Could we please borrow your blouse?" The woman smiled, almost excited that she was being told to do something, and quickly pulled her shirt off and handed it to Xavier. That left her in nothing but her bra, and Xavier immediately noticed how hot under the collar the scientist had become. Once more, Xavier waved Angel out of the room, and then set the blouse on the desk. "Dear Angel isn't very smart, I assure you. However, she does make for good eye candy, for your office, maybe? She would even be willing to help you get rid of all that stress you built up just now."

The old scientist seemed frustrated, angry that he knew Xavier was winning. The man stood up, and said, "I will accept your offer. I will email you my access codes, and you can come in anytime you wish. When will I be getting my end of the bargain?"

"You can take Angel with you now, and email me any requests you have for materials, machinery, whatever. I'll have it delivered to your office, directly." Xavier said, and then sat, smiling, as the old pervert removed himself from Xavier's office. Xavier smiled, and leaned back in the comfy leather chair, and looked around the office. It was in a tall building, with art covering all of the walls. The wall behind the desk was completely glass, and gave a most splendid view of Nexus, and the sea.

Mr. Roberts walked into the room, and gave a flabbergasted look at Xavier's presence. "Who are you? What are you doing in my office?" Xavier sat up, a little startled by Mr. Robert's early return.
"Oh... Well, enjoying the view while you were away... Did you forget your wallet in your desk?" Xavier smiled earnestly, as if he were free from the guilt of breaking into Robert's office after hours.



Xavier had never before been forcibly ejected from a building, so whenever he found his suit ripped, heart pounding, and face on the concrete ground of the alleyway, As the two security guards walked their cheery lil' bums back into the building, Xavier turned, smiling wildly at them,
"Thank you for the experience friends! Same time next time?" One of the guards called him a 'loon before closing the door behind himself.

Xavier pondered on whether or not sperm felt the way he did during ejaculation. Sure, there were no rude, white blood cells, who 'escorted' them from the p***s, but the experience was probably much the same. A sudden change of environment followed by the realization that death COULD be imminent.

The man shrugged off the thought, and quickly moved out of the alley, and began walking along the near-empty sidewalk. He inspected his torn sports coat sleeve, but inspected the city around him as well. He was in the financial district. The sun was setting between the tall towers of metal and glass. Sirens sounded in the distance, Nexus' cry that something ailed her, some sickness requiring repair. Sadly, she has a complex sickness. For her cry of pain, brings forth a healing agent that only damages her more.

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Tessa The Shapeshifter

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Shady characters, brightly lit by powerful street lights that were tall and large, unique to the docks and more industrial areas of the city, sold drugs to impressionable teens. They made little attempt to hide their behavior, as the police wouldn't show their faces here. The shady characters displayed baggies of weed, cocaine, and ecstasy on tables in front of one of the entrances to the raves. They were like store fronts, stalls in the market of an old city-state, the bright flashes of the rave from inside the building were the explosions of a war the merchants were preparing people to enter.

Tessa slipped a baggy of coke into her sleeve whilst the proper owner of the drug was distracted with a sale. She then moved inside of the warehouse that was being used for the party. It had speakers hanging in the rafters and the catwalks. The lighting system was rudimentary, but in a way, unique. All of the lights were hung on the supports and walls, just high enough to be out of reach of ravers, yet low enough to consume someone in the rainbow flashes and and vibrating beats. It was immediately disorientating, even for the Goddess. She could see how the experience could be enjoyed, when all bearing are lost, drugs destroy perception of the self, and even the sober can't determine up from down.

The mass of people were like liquid, flowing, moving, clashing as they danced. Their body heat was intense in the huge metal building, their flesh in constant contact with others as the ravers consumed the entire floor space like a flood. There were large shelves, the kind made to hold thousands of pounds of boxed products, strewn about the warehouse. Some of them still had boxes on the shelves, too large to be moved by any one person, especially from two or three shelf spaces up, which were above people's heads and flailing arms. Some brave ravers ventured to the top of the shelves, using them as raised platforms. A few of the more naughty ones were already in the process of consummating mutual attraction on the middle shelves, where they would go less noticed. Or, so they thought.

Tessa prowled between the people, observing them as they danced and rubbed and grinded. Her eyes darted from one person to the next, as she quickly observed them, picking and choosing. Some looked less tasty than others, some easier to consume than others, some looked like more fun than others. She wanted her perfect meal, and she would find it in this sea of flesh and chemical sensations.

The sound of heavily pulsing bass reverberated through her every pore as she allowed her silvery black painted eyelids to close over startling amber irises. So many bodies in such close encounters made the atmosphere an electric one which sent burning tendrils of effect across her luminescent pale olive skin. The tip of a long crimson red fingernail which seemed almost to resemble a claw trailed along the curve of an ice cube which floated uncontrollably at the surface of a cheap glass cup illuminated by a red LED light placed in the bottom. Despite the immeasurably loud music the very distinct sounds of passion could be heard deep within her thoughts. As the environment around her swirled with life, all of her attention was on the deep, orgasmic moans heard in the inconspicuous shelving units. Inadvertently, her moist tongue trailed across her satin, deep red lips as she allowed the emotion of a particularly pleased party goer to seep into her pores.

Her power provided enough stimulation that the various outside drugs easily acquired were unnecessary, for feeling the emotions given off by such a lively group of foolish humans was satiation enough for her many lusts. However, there was a few desires that even this crowd could not quench, not yet anyways. Of all the emotions she fed on, lust was the most delicious but was closely followed by sheer terror that only she could inflict. She intended on obtaining this delicacy in the near future, but at present it was enough simply to soak it all in. The more she felt, the stronger she became. It could become such that unintentionally clasping the hand of a human could send them into a suicidal depression. However, given her past with killing ravers, she would exhibit better control only so that she could get the absolute most out of playing with the human of choice.

She slowly opened her eyes to allow the slightest trace of a golden glow slip from beneath her dark lashes, but it faded as a strobe light danced to life overhead. She cocked her head habitually to the side to make eye contact with a man sitting a few seats over from her at a separate table. With the gentle gesture waves of scarlet red hair fell over her shoulder in wild layers whose lack of tameness only added to their appeal. He was a few years older than her for certain, with the five o clock shadow look that men thought made them look rugged and mysterious. His eyes were a lovely crystal blue which contrasted against his dark hair and beamed at her with great interest. A fly into the web, for her body was emitting pheromones subtly into the atmosphere, although they almost fit in with the energy that the many humans produced. She made note of the man with the intention to find him later should he not engage interaction with her.

For now though, taking in all that happened around her was enough to begin what was sure to be an eventful evening, ending with a man coming home with her and dying between her thighs.

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Tessa had circled the entire warehouse a few times by now. At least, she believed she had. She had a pretty decent internal compass, but all this heat, the lights, and reverberating music, made it rather impossible for her to tell. She didn't even know where the exit was anymore, but she would surely find it, if she needed to.

As she moved along, to where some sets of tables were, as well as a small impromptu bar, made of foldout tables, cloth, coolers, and a plastic tip jar, she found the less lively, or perhaps more tired individuals. The crowd was a little more thinned here, and Tessa quickly scanned the people, looking for applicable prey. A scarlet haired woman, a couple of teens in drag queen get-up, the bald, muscular bartender, a man who needed a shave. Tessa's eyes saw the man's gaze, and she instantly followed, to the scarlet haired woman. Her expression seemed one of pleasure, but her mind seemed somewhere else. The man seemed quite interested in the woman, as Tessa didn't even tug at his gaze as she walked by him.

The Goddess turned past a table, heading straight for the woman. A sort of jealousy bubbled inside of her, as she wanted her petite, blond haired form to attract all the attention. She was being out-done by this peculiar woman. Tessa came to the woman's table, and sat down on the cheap plastic surface, in front of the girl. "You have an admirer," Tessa said, pointedly, moving her head in the direction of the man, though the motion wasn't enough for her hipster's cap to fall from her head.

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The color black is usually seen as a dark and evil color. Well, in Elizabeth's mind, anyway. To she, the color black meant death, despair... and the Black Dahlia. However, even though she hated the color black, it was what accompanied her throughout life. All of the clothes in her closet were black. Well, maybe not all of them. Some of them were neon pink, or green, or yellow. Either way, Elizabeth loved neon and black. Either way, The Black Dahlia was she, and she could not hide from it.
Well, I guess it's not all that bad: The Black Dahlia. It's my heroine secret identity. It's what saves the disturbed people of Nexus. Without so, the other heroes would probably be in peril, only because two heads always conquer one. Elizabeth thought proudly to herself as she sat on her couch, munching on popcorn and watching some movie that she was barely even watching. Her direction was more to the left, where the window of her large apartment gazed out into the bright city. As fun as it was to chill around at home, secretly, Elizabeth loved the outside. Ever since she was a child, being outside was her love. Her plants, were more her love though. Without them, Elizabeth would be hopeless and her powers would be useless.
Sighing, Elizabeth raised a hand and the Dahlia potted on the table next to her bloomed, seeming to yawn at her. Elizabeth giggled at the plant and put her hand into a fist, closing the flower. She closed her eyes and breathed inward. Elizabeth then threw the blanket off of her and padded into the bedroom, where she dawned her disguise of the Black Dahlia. She quickly tied the rope on the cloak and lifted the hood up. With a smirk displayed across her lips, Elizabeth turned the lights off and opened the window. Elizabeth climbed out and landed softly on the building below that wasn't too far of a fall. Her feet stung a bit, but she shook it off and jumped off to the next building, and so forth, until she touched down on the sidewalk. Sirens were heard not too far away, and the sound of a machine gun firing repeatedly were also to be heard. Elizabeth nodded to herself and ran along the sidewalk, turning corners and corners until she came up to the bank. People were staring and the cops were firing.
"Great.." Elizabeth muttered. Some dumb robbers were shooting up the place and being idiots. Fingering her utility belt, Elizabeth fished out a small pellet shaped like a black dahlia. Swinging back her arm, she took a running start and released the pellet, aiming it at the man firing the machine gun. To her delight, the pellet landed on the ground next to him and exploded in black powder. A black fog surrounded the area and started to grow.
As she stood with a smile at her work, she noticed a pit in the ground, and in that pit a silhouette that was frankly difficult to look at and keep a good stare. Phantom... She thought, assuming as she made her way over to the pit.
"You alright in there?" Elizabeth called, then adding, "I'll get that machine gun dude and you get the robbers. Ehkay?" Elizabeth asked, tapping her foot.




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Test Number 85

-~-{[( The Phantom Appears on the Streets Again )]}-~-





Phantom's ears were ringing from the near constant fire of the machine gun. The crooks must have had crates of ammo, already chained together, because they had yet to stop firing to insert a new chain. Phantom didn't even have the hope that the barrel would melt. The machine gun had a rotary barrel which prevented any individual barrel from collapsing from over-use.

Two officers were down, and twelve more had quickly arrived on the scene, but seemed too intimidated by the gun to get close. It was basically Phantom, and one lone police officer who was behind his cruiser. The two of them were the only line of defense between the bank robbers and the people. He contemplated how he could do this, how he could get to the bank without getting shot to bits. He could teleport, but then the gunner might target others.

Suddenly, Phantom heard the sound of a small pop, and then the machine gunner's aim veered upwards towards the sky, and then stopped. The Black Dahlia stood above Phantom, outside of his hidey-hole. His blank, featureless head peered up at her, the dark night seeming to caress her dark attire.
"This one offers many thanks. He can do as you asked." And with that, Phantom vaulted onto the street from his pit, dashing towards the bank. As he approached it, one of the walls disappeared, and he dashed through the new entrance. A single brick from the wall launched at one of the robbers who was still bagging cash, while Phantom shoulder slammed the other, and vanished his pistol from reality. Phantom had seen the black smog that formed around the machine gunner nest, and he was sure to avoid it.

Phantom swiftly dealt with the robber in front of him, a couple of quick elbows rendering the man unconscious, but not before he could cry for help. Phantom turned, just in time to see as the goon who was now bleeding profusely from his forehead(Thanks to Phantom's brick), pointed his pistol at the Hero. Phantom quickly ducked and rolled behind a chair in the bank's half destroyed lobby.


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