Blaque City ((Superhero/Villain RP, O/A ))

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

Gatlina watched him, and she could see the signs. It wasn't that hard, even with her often dense head. She stared at him, her eyes glancing to the television screen behind his head then back again. Whatever happened to him, she could only guess but it could be one of a few things: his parents or a friend. Gatlina sighed, sipping the milk again. "I'll stop here. Finish breakfast and I'll call Claude after a shower."She said as she got up, picking up her plate and taking it to the sink. Some of the scraps of egg she fed to her cats before she went to go take care of cleaning herself up.

She would have to see about calling Claude for him to bring what he needed here versus having to travel to the company building. The last thing that they would need would be to get involved in something while Terrance wasn't up to top shape. Gatlina, as she went around and gathered clothes and a towel, thought about perhaps taking him under her wing for a bit. Teach him to kick a** without taking any names. The kid could use some sort of backbone considering what he went through. "Or I could save him the mercy of becoming an orphan and just kill him myself."She thought a bit morbidly as she stood under the shower head once it finally got hot again. "Then again, I am getting older...ish. Something like that. Wouldn't hurt to take on an apprentice of some sort."

[Trexasle]

Terrance Vanguard

Terrance did not pay much attention to her going into the bathroom. Instead he turned his head to a locket that was in his pocket, In this was a vial, of his mother remains. The most they could do from the cremation. He stopped for a second eyes literally locked on the small vial, tears now beginning to leak down his face. It was easy to see how insignificant he was in this world. He sighed again, feeling that same sense of unimportance he felt that day, or any other day, whether at school, work, All of the places he went to.

Did it make him horrible to vy for attention, worse that he felt he had nothing to fight for other than attention?

He lifted himself from off of the chair and began to stretch, no other reason but to relax his tired bones, no doubt the old hag would be out of the shower soon.

[Carrion Reaper]

Dominum omnes gentes, omnia vides...

The Crosskeeper
Father Benedict Blake

Benedict found that Emma was simply easier to ignore than to deal with - no surprise that something like her should try to antagonise him, and the suggestion that he was in some way not actually a priest was simply bizarre. He'd dealt with her kind countless times before, and if one thing was consistent it was their attempts to wind you up.

The Crosskeeper duelled the younger, less experienced guards away with ease - most of them were simply gorillas who had been handed guns, and no better than your common-or-garden thug. Indeed, when they tried to use melee weapons, Benedict honestly wondered if their training had simply revolved around hitting sandbags with their sticks.

Then the new person showed up - the person in the coat. "...You look like a man who's in charge around here. The way I see it, theses confrontations only ever go two ways." he said, adopting a defensive stance. "Either we talk about the master plan for why you want all the metas and heroes in this city dead, or we skip that part and start pummelling each other."

...et serviet tibi usque in diem morior.

[Carrion Reaper]

The Madman

As the Madman ascended, his snarling expression glanced upwards as the electrified net fell towards him. The net itself passed through him, but of course this was not the issue - it created an electromagnetic field, which must have been noted as he entered. The nettin lay on the floor, giving off the field. Irritated, the Madman stayed in his current position, drawing his pistols and blasting shot after shot and the surrounding scientists - even those that hid behind solid objects were struck down as the bullets passed through the matter.

Once this was done, the Madman paused, holstering his pistols and glancing down at the netting underneath him. "...Hm." came the only response, in his high nasal voice. Pulling the long rapier from his belt, he swung it and theatrically flourished it in midair, before pointing it directly at the ground beneath him and cutting the netting with the tip.

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

Gatlina finished her shower, coming out dressed with the towel over her head, her hands briskly drying it. When she removed it, she had a bit of a frizzy afro going on before she sought out a comb to brush it all out. She stretched, scratching her head as she contemplated things over. Kid wanted to know what important felt like right? She glanced at her bed where she kept her killing pay. Perhaps she could teach him a few techniques. Something to keep him alive at least. "Hey...Terrance. I've got a job coming up...wanna come along when your suit's repaired?"She asked him, not looking at him but rather, up along the wall behind her bed.

[Trexasle]

Lian Ikariyang

Trexasle

Gatlina finished her shower, coming out dressed with the towel over her head, her hands briskly drying it. When she removed it, she had a bit of a frizzy afro going on before she sought out a comb to brush it all out. She stretched, scratching her head as she contemplated things over. Kid wanted to know what important felt like right? She glanced at her bed where she kept her killing pay. Perhaps she could teach him a few techniques. Something to keep him alive at least. "Hey...Terrance. I've got a job coming up...wanna come along when your suit's repaired?"She asked him, not looking at him but rather, up along the wall behind her bed.

Terrance Vanguard

Terrance raised his eyebrow walking out of the kitchen with an apple in hand. He simply stared at her wondering what she was attempting to tell him, however, he had to stifle his laughter again, just something about her frizzy afro hair was amusing. Maybe it was because he was used to having the same kind of hair before he dreaded it, but it just looked humorous on her. Besides she had a job for him, a chance to prove himself perhaps, he still wasn't sure exactly what she did, but rather it was something to learn right, make him be alot more experience, maybe even more noticed, not a blip in the universe perhaps?

[Akanescute]

(Never said not actually a priest, just not a priest of Ywhw or Jesus)
A guard with two red bands on his shoulders got between Benedict and Darkstar, bringing out a spiked morning star like the one Gogo had in Kill Bill, much more experienced than the other guards Benedict dealt with. "With all due respect Father," he said to Benedict and began swinging the chain, "you give our religion a bad name. Oh and by all due respect, I mean 'kiss my a**' it's bad to lie." With that he swung the Morning Star at Benedict's chest. A soldier was recording the dead rising while others fought them off and getting Benedict in the frame to show that the dead weren't bothering him and he wasn't trying to kill the unholy creatures. The soldier with the helmet mounted camera ran for a motorcycle and hopped on it to escape.

Releana Rayurna Demien, Or Dynameow...meow.

She reflexively ducked when the cannon was torn off the top of the M-30 and got out of the vehicle to see Shuuraajou in front of her, threatening to beat her with a fish. "You can certainly try to beat me with a fish," she told him and began circulating electricity around her body as she prepared to fight the kitsune/youkai in one on one combat, "in the words of Jersey Shore, come at me, bro."

[Lian Feaorne]

Trexasle

Gatlina made a bit of a face, turning around. Yeah. Still a kid. She finished brushing out her hair so it was a tamed wave instead of a horrid afro of white hair. She grabbed a light jacket just for puttering around the warehouse, heading into the living room to make the phone call to Claude. Her drinking, dancing and intimate partner answered, a little hungover but alright. They spoke briefly, a loud audible groan sounding out from the speaker before there was a dial tone. Gatlina grinned, setting the phone back on the hook. "Claude will be here in an hour."She announced, a bit giddy. Her excitement spread like a plague, her cats mewling and hopping onto the couch with her.

Happy! Happy! Can Opener is happy!

[OmegaU]

Shuurajou Gengetsu

Hello! What can I do for you?

Shuurajou blinked and tilted his head, before a flick of his wrist pulled a large ocean fish from his bag of holding, and into his right hand.

"If you're going to quote someone, at least quote someone I'd recognize. Just based on tail count, I'm nine thousand at least! Go with Macbeth, or something with culture!" Reprimanded the fox, as he swung the fish about like a morningstar.

"By the way, picking a fight with a fox youkai is worse than picking one with many others. Our playful nature combined with our youkai blood-lust leads to...simulated sadism would be the best description for it!"

I AM A BANANA!

[Kyuri Okamimari]

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⋇ Artemis ⋇

"I have always wanted to study the stars . . . they never offered a class in my high school for it."

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Cho Seikatsu

[Carrion Reaper]

((Akanescute, is there a problem? There's nothing at all to suggest that Benedict isn't a Christian priest, it's sort of his thing. I certainly think that he'd know better about whether he himself was a priest than a demon - especially as the whole reason she started talking to him was because she claimed he talked about God too much (problem, btw?). Furthermore, I can't see how he gives his religion a bad name, or for that matter how the fact that he's not fighting the dead people is a problem - people rising from the dead is rife in the Abrahamic Religions, and there's no mention of them being unholy or evil - in case you hadn't noticed, Christ Himself was raised from the dead. In addition, they were summoned by Azrael, who is an angel. Could you explain some of this to put my mind at rest? It's just you seem to be making this quite personal. Oh, and it's Mr. E who that person stepped in front of, not Darkstar.))

Brian_the_Elementalist

akanescute

Cho Seikatsu

Carpenter

Carpenter sat slumped over his desk, his pointy chin resting on his folded arms. He gazed drearily at the pocket-watch slowly assembling itself in front of him, tapping the hammer in his right hand to keep the momentum going.

The shop in which he sat was a complete mess, and in total disarray. A bizarre juxtaposition presented itself, with finely-furnished and beautifully crafted items simply thrown everywhere or in enormous piles. Since the chaos had seriously taken hold in Blaque City, his customers had dwindled - nobody wanted to buy nice things if they were worried it was just going to be smashed up by some superhero fight. Now he just had a huge number of items he wasn't going to sell anytime soon.

"Oh... ho-hum..." he sighed to himself as the pocket-watch completed, the metal casing sealing itself up. It dropped onto the desk, and he examined it in one hand. It was flawless - just like everything else he now had so much time to make. he was now just making things idly, rather than out of necessity - indeed, he seemed to have plenty of everything already...

His stomach growled, and he realised that he'd not yet eaten today. Forgetting to eat was a bad habit of his, and it meant that he'd end up just snacking throughout the afternoon. Plus he'd need more materials, and they were getting harder to find. He stood up, crossing to the door and pulling on a long travelling cape to wear over his bare shoulders. Stepping outside, Carpenter locked the door to his shop, and with his wooden leg clunking, set off down the street, perchance to absent-mindedly stride into whatever bizarre scenario may befall him. As he walked, he suddenly began to wonder why there weren't any other people out around this area of town... it seemed utterly bizarre that the entire place was just deserted. Then, he got his answer.

A huge blast of energy, white-hot and powerful, tore through a brick and concrete wall he was walking past - Carpenter only just had time to leap back, else the beam would have probably incinerated him. "...What on earth..." he said to himself in his foppish english accent. Leaning down, he looked through the hole the beam had created to see an old man being set upon by dog-like creature (it was hard to tell at this distance) and a young woman who appeared to be meta-human.

As Carpenter gazed at the fight in dumb astonishment, something niggling kicked in at the back of his head... something that told him he should probably do something. "Oh... oh, blast, um..." he muttered, wringing his hands. He saw the beast-creature leap at the old man, and in a moment of unsual decisiveness for him, struck his hammer against the concrete wall. Immediately, the concrete and steel floor burst upwards in front of Savage, acting as a barrier between him and Bill. Carpenter ppered through the hole and allowed himself a private moment of 'hurrah', before the realisation dawned him that now he'd gotten himself involved with this...

[Alex_The _Lionheart]

M . r . E

"Name are for friends and acquaintances...."

E smiled at the priest and his petty words. He chuckled at his defensive stance which sounded rather eerie, metallic, and a bit high pitched. "Ah you poor diluted old man. You really don't see the big picture of things do you? Do you honestly think you'll be able to stop the plans of my own making? Things have already been set, the match is lit and the fuse and burning and you are the poor soul trying to douse the flames in gasoline" he said with an intelligent and evil tone. E was of course toying with the priest, it's just what he was trying to do. "Tell me, did you ever get a chance to say good bye to all those poor meta-human scum that fell before my hand, and died begging for mercy?" he said with a provocative tone.

Carrion Reaper

"Therefore, I don't have one......"

[Carrion Reaper]

Dominum omnes gentes, omnia vides...

The Crosskeeper
Father Benedict Blake

When the thug with the morning star stepped forward to attack, Benedict raised the crucifix high, side-stepping and bringing it down on the chain as it passed. Jamming the vertical point in between the links, the flail wound around the crucifix, rending both weapons useless.

Benedict discarded it, instead focussing his attention back onto this 'Mr. E'. "I don't care for you dissuasion or your opinion or your guards - you think you can rule this city? Well you're wrong! I am a sixty-seven year old priest, raised and trained in Scotland by the Hospitallars who refused to watch this world burn, and even I was able to bring chaos and destruction to your front door! God has guided me to this place and sends man, angel, demon and creature crashing down upon your head - we don't have to like each other, we don't have to agree with each other; all we need to desire is the commong good, and it is a good we shall make you fear! I care not if destroying you leaves room for some other villain, for we will always be here - always be ready and willing to deal with people like you! There is no sacrifice too great to protect the innocent, and I will not fail to be here to make it!"

Gripping Haephestus' sword and swinging it up above his head, the longsword began glow a brilliant golden white. The air around Benedict rushed and howled as the light from the blade became bright as sunlight, the old man's hands shaking and trembling under the raw power of the weapon.

Come on Haephestus... let's see what this sword can do...

The priest's robes billowed and whipped about him as his tears stung his eyes from looking into the sword's light. "...Friend, you may be strong... you and all your allies may be strong..." he whispered, "...but God is stronger." The rushing had become deafening, the light blinding, as Benedict prepared to unleash the power of the sword.

"GOD - IS - STRONGER!!!"

...et serviet tibi usque in diem morior.

[Akanescute]

OmegaU

I summon Bigger Fish

Releana Rayurna Demien, Or Dynameow...meow.
"Funny, simulated sadism was how the people at the orphanage always described me, though stabbing people in the eye with pens doesn't help your image much, maybe they just said crazy b***h meow, anyway it doesn't matter now." Seeing him equip himself with a fish, she pulled out her knife holding it in combat ready position. "So that would mean you're over nine thousand years old, doesn't it. Have you ever had someone rip off one of your tails? I imagine it would hurt like a b***h, how about after you tell me after this fight." She dashed forward with her knife and attempted to stab Shuurajou in the chest. She knew that wouldn't be the end of him if she succeeded, that would be too easy for anyone to die in Blaque city because they got stabbed in the chest. That and he survived a cannon shot to the chest.

[OmegaU]

Shuurajou Gengetsu

Hello! What can I do for you?

Shuurajou let the knife find it's mark, and only smirked as it penetrated his form.

"Oh, has the fight started already? Very well then, my turn!" Shuurajou moved quickly to grab the woman's wrist while also trying to bludgeon her with the fish. If he did manage to grab her, he would throw her further from the fight, chase her, and attempt to crush her with one of his tails.

I AM A BANANA!