Our City Fallen (closed)

[Robotic Mirabelle]

Mackenzie 'Bulldozer' Miller

Stepping out of her bathroom Mackenzie toweled her hair dry. Having to cover for one of the other girls at the bar on top of her usual shift made it so that she had only woken up recently, despite it being into the afternoon already. Luckily she had gotten the day and night off, giving her ample time for the job she had been hired to assist with. Looking towards her clock she tosses the towel back towards the bathroom. It was about time to get ready.

Striding to the closet she slides the coats and clothes to the side, exposing what looks like a safe. Undoing the lock she grabs her gear and starts to get dressed. Her "costume" was nothing fancy, save for her mask, consisting of a pair of jeans, a pair of gloves, some heavy-duty boots, and a black leather jacket. Zipping her jacket up she reaches for her mask, though it is more of a helmet if anything, putting the slender black headgear on the visor slides into place, the seams disappearing as they lock into place.

Before she leaves she stops to check herself in the mirror, wanting to be sure everything was in place and would disguise her. The featureless black visage staring back at her was reassuring. When she had first started this kind of work she experimented with a couple mask designs, some resembling faces or more classic mask looks, a skull style design, even one that looked like an exaggerated demon's face. But she settled on her current look, finding that having a faceless look work best for intimidation, as the lack of anything to latch onto tended to put people off more than some angry looking face.

Slipping out of her apartment, she heads to where she keeps Bulldozer's hovercar parked. The car had been a gift from the Cavalier's boss instead of cash for completing a past job. Pulling the tarp off of the vehicle she climbs in and starts it up. While it lacked the sleek and modest styles of most normal peoples hovercars, it was a beast of a vehicle, and probably illegal in more ways than she even really cared to look into. Pulling out to join up with the traffic she heads towards the meeting place.

The traffic thinned out more and more as her course took her towards the factory area, now the Cavalier's home base. The clock in her car showed that she was still on time for the meeting, as she descended to search for the garage her new partner was at. Finally spotting the place, and the person sitting on the roof, she brings her car in and parks it inside the garage. Getting out of her car she heads towards the roof.


(( Hope this is okay for a first post. ))

Badass Spaz

[mochahero]

Sure. I can metabolize the alcohol by running around the house. In the meantime I think I'll just stand here and see how much I can drink.

Bartholomew 'Barry' Allen

I'm The Flash. Speed is my game.

Barry had grown bored out of his ever loving mind. He had actually snuck back into the kitchen, stolen a bunch of raw noodles, and broken them into bits, throwing them at people at high speeds. He had gotten and entire smiley face drawn on the back of one of the waiters necks before he had any idea that anything was going on. Of course, nobody noticed. Hell, no one even noticed he had climbed from his seat and gotten the noodles in teh first place. He was about to do something truly off the wall when he saw the pick up door open, and turned his head towards teh sound. Of course, he took most of his time playing with teh straw of the water the waiter had given him, looking at the woman in the nano seconds between so that she wouldn't even noticed he had peeked. She he saw her eyes catch his frame as well, for a few moments to long. More than likely no one else would have noticed, but hey, to him a moment was a day, how could he not notice, and thats when he saw saw it. Her eyes. They were grey, reminiscent of-

Nope, he wasn't going there. He shook his head, and realized that he had been kicked out of speed mode when he met her eyes, meaning that she had likely seen him looking at her. Well, that was awkward. he left himself out of speed mode, and quickly went back to actually playing with his straw, resting his head against the window after a short while and looking down. He saw a few men, Caveliers, he believed, roughing up a young woman. He checked his watch, he still had a good five minutes until his food would be there,a dn so he got up, placing a coaster over his water, a signal on his earth to signify he was coming back, and headed for the bathroom. Once there, he vibrated enough to pull his uniform from the speed force, and become The Flash once more, and he sped out of the bathroom even Max Mercury wouldn't have noticed him at.

In an instant he was on the ground, standing on a dumpster near the mob of men. "Ehem." he proclaimed. He had kicked himself out fo speed mode. Probably not the smartest idea, but sometimes if he forgot to slow himself down his words got all jumbled and high pitched and ran together anditwashardtounderstandwhathewas... well, point made. Without even a second thought, one of the men turned and raised a gun, taking a shot at the speedster. Barrys eyes went up under his mask and he kicked in the speed force, just in time to avoid the bullet striking his heart, and instead it passed through his upper left shoulder. Hurt like hell. he'd felt worse, but this was pretty far up there. "s**t." He muttered, face scrunched to keep the pain at bay while he dealt with the problem at hand. He let his feet do the work, carrying him to each of the men and striking them with a supersonic blow to teh stomach, leaving them all vomiting on the ground, and it would leave the girl plenty of time to leave. now he had to get out of there.

He ran up tower seven, hopping across the cars once again before slipping into the flying noodle through the window, and vibrating his way through the bathroom door as well. He barely made it before he was forced out of contact with the speed force, the pain blinding him to the full power, even though his super accelerated metabolism did cause the hole to stop bleeding, at least mostly. He looked at himself int eh mirror. As long as no one could get to close a look at him, the only sign that he had been shot was a little bit of blood that peeked out from under his jacket ont eh white shirt. The waiter wouldn't ask questions,a dn he was here alone, and he had already ordered. He may as well eat, the hole had closed itself after all, what else was he to do? he certainly wasn't going to go to a doctor in Fallen, they were more likely to take a kidney than fix a hole in his shoulder, and so he exited the bathroom. He left himself disconnected from the speed force for the moment, choosing instead not to live every second of the pain as if it were a day, and sat down with a wince. he leaned back against the booth, having completely forgotten there was a woman he had been checking out, the pain now completely taking his mind from even acknowledging her.

It is The Flash which appears, the thunderbolt will follow.

The Flash

I'll give you a banana if you drop the detonator.

[[O.ut O.f C.ryptonite ]]

[CaptainFoxyBabbu]

Fallen City Identification Card
ID: 0006877321
Name: Mischa Linderman
Age: Twenty-seven
Sex: Female
Height: 5'6
Weight: 110
Social Status: Norm
Hovercar Authorization: Tower 7
Credits: 467, 395, 234

'You could be the luckiest person in the Universe and still feel like you're drowning.'

Yes, she noticed. Mischa was taken aback by the light blue of the stranger's eyes, but as he broke their contact with a shake of his head the pink haired woman reluctantly turned her gaze to the sushi chef Jong with a lopsided smile. Looking from her to the young man, Jong couldn't help, but wink at Mischa. Blinking as she was rather surprised, she then rolled her eyes and said in low voice, "Hush you." Jong merely laughed as he finished laying out the seaweed with rice, cream cheese, and salmon before taking it back to get fried. In the meantime, one of the servers brought her the bottle of sake and a little cup knowing she liked to drink before she ate to get the head rush faster. "Could you bring me a glass of water as well?" Mischa asked of the young lady who bowed and nodded, acknowledging her request. Pouring herself some of the warm rice wine, Mischa caught sight of the handsome blond standing. She let herself glance at him and then he was gone.

There was an electronic song playing in the background that Mischa often heard while dining on the Flying Noodle Bowl. Downing the sake and shimmying her shoulders to the rhythm of the music, the beat synched up with her heart beat. That was what she loved about music and plenty of times it was unintentional that it would be the perfect song to match her mood. Mischa felt like dancing, but restrained herself for the sake of others in the restaurant, especially Jong who appeared from the kitchen laughing. She didn't know if he was laughing at her or something else, but she smiled as he placed the boat shaped plate in front of her. "Thanks Jong, you da best," she said with a smile and got a wink in return.

Taking her chopsticks from the napkin they were wrapped in, the server from earlier brought her water as well as the side of wontons. Mischa thanked her and once again received a bow. Her tummy rumbling at this point with some alcohol that barely lightened her hair color, Mischa tucked in and savored her first bite with audible satisfaction. Ooooo yeeeaaahhhh, she was in a state of complete bliss. When you get off of work after an overnight shift, a favorite meal is the best way to lift the spirits and keep one's sanity. Mischa had been around disease, wounds, and death all day, it was wonderful to get some food in her stomach finally. On her third bite, Mischa's hair was rather rosy and what an interesting sight it was changing from the roots all the way to the tip. It wasn't just automatic in it's change, it flowed through in vibrant color.

Suddenly, the pain hit her like a ton of bricks and Mischa had one of her famous headaches. Closing her eyes and gripping the table to keep herself from falling back, the young nurse took a long drink of water then opened her eyes to take a look around. The boat had stopped to let a family return home, but no one new had been picked up. There was someone injured here and Mischa hadn't even gotten a wonton in her mouth yet. Making a quiet return to the restaurant, the blond she had been eying earlier was at his table looking more pale than he did earlier. It took three servers to bring out his food and because there were so many of them around him, it was hard to get a full diagnostic. Leaving her food behind, Mischa stood and walked to the sporty blond's table. She didn't want to offend him so gave him a bit of a smile and asked, "is this seat taken?" Trying to be as smooth as possible, it wasn't long before her brilliant mind went to work diagnosing an injury to the left deltoid. Her mind went beyond her eyes and noted the wound was already clotting, but still very fresh with traces of gun power. As if in the few moments he had left the room he had been shot. This confused Mischa because she had heard nothing like a gun shot since she had been on the ship. It wasn't like they were in the Lower Streets... Mid Level was safer than that. Who gets shot trying to use the bathroom?

'When it comes down to it wouldn't you rather drown together?'

[II_Nanite_II]

The Hip-Hop Robot, Nanite!

Cigarettes were very foreign to Nanite. Often people would smoke them, or so the ones above when he took his venture up top. There were times when he'd attempt to 'smoke', as people prefered to label it, these cigarettes but tended to squish the cigarette on his muzzle.
Leaning over the crushed cigarette but, some thing crossed Nanite's mind that maybe now might be different, that perhaps this time he could finally smoke that dastardly smoke. He pinched the butt and pressed the half ash, very crushed cigarette to his face. Tobacco smeared across his face and the sensors in his spikes went into a frenzy from the various chemicals it was processing. Like a human would, Nanite gave what appeared to be a sneezing impression. *Eeecchoo* His head fell forward and shook his head side to side, shaking the tobacco off.

"Bwou......" He sighed and slunk into himself.

The spikes on Nanite's head began to spin in sync. *Bvvvvv* There were irregularities in Crow's biology, she seemed weaker, malnourished, and physically incapable. "Erriiiou." Though he himself didn't register this, the nano-bots processed her current state through various scans. Yes, they could do all this but weren't able to properly process and distribute the information, and by the time it got to the primary faculties, the information was distorted and broken into pieces.

With a poke at Crow's side and bob of his head, leaned in and stared directly at her chest. He looked up at her and tilted his head, confused by her current condition. Why didn't he ever get skinnier, why did others feel weaker while he always felt fine? So may questions that Nanite couldn't possibly begin to ask.

"Brrrrrrwou!" In a strange show of glee, he leaped back and held up his index finger, which began to glow an electric blue. There was scratching at first but a hardy man's voice began to boom out.

"Fine lad, you must be the Nanite lad I see on Game Changer." Came the hardy, plump voice. There was a loud chuckle before he continued. "My boy, you gave that vicious Jericho quite the whooping." He chuckled again and there was clanking sounds in the background.

"Bwou?" Came Nanite in the recording, obviously confused.

The strange man began again. "Don't be s modest lad, you're doing a fine job in the down and dirty. My, I could never picture myself doing what you." He gave a sly chuckle and another clank, which could be conveyed as slapping Nanite on the back. "Here's a little some for your troubles. I can't think of anyone who deserves it more than you."
The recording came to an end with insufferable scratching. What Crow might not know, unless she watched television, Nanite was the Game Changers recent contestant last week. Jericho the Cannibal, a villainous cyborg Crow knew all to well, was after Nanite for another brutal round. Least to say, it went quite well.

An insert in his leg poked out and a platinum card slipped out. He tugged the card out and held it out for Crow. The credits portrayed on the card read '$100; in bright, digital green numerals.

"Bwou!"

hinatagirl2808

[II_Nanite_II]

The Caustic Grip

Mercenaries, damn scavengers and vultures feasting from the juicy plum that was Fallen's lower levels. That plum belonged to the Cavaliers, not these ingrates, lord knows they didn't appreciate the olive branch that was extended to them. Even now, Caustic stared that buxom down with much disdain. His knee propped up while the other leg hung lazily. He rested his arm on the propped knee and simply stared the woman down. While the others cocked their eyebrows at the leather clad stranger in her biker-esq attire.

"Wooo, new a** in the house!" One biker shouted from the crowd inside the garage. There was an assortment of characters inside, all wearing typical biker gear but more stylized to fit their futuristic genre. Spikes, neon, and some sort of eye wear

As Mackenzie stepped into the garage to head for the stairs, one of the members pressed up against her and loomed over her. Though most Cavaliers were a bit more discreet about their engagements, Caustic's crew was notorious for their 'fiendish' approach.
He leaned over Mackenzie and sniffed her hair, the muscular, bald latino very brazen to step into her space. "Little girls shouldn't be here." He whispered into her ear and turned back to his cohorts. The men, and women, all gave a predatory laugh as if they were all in on the gimmick.

This act wouldn't carry on for long, when Recko went to tease Mackenzie again, he'd be met with a furious leader. Caustic came from behind, and over Mackenzie's shoulder, their agitated boss came across Recko with a heavy fist. The room was filled with a pained *Ooooo* followed by slight giggles.

"Hands off the merchandise!" Caustic pointed and demanded. She was a mercenary after all, so could technically be considered so.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his hood. Recko simply scowled and left the room, wiping the blood from his mouth. He slammed the door and Caustic snorted and started towards his office. "Come on now, I don't have all day." He barked at Mackenzie.
Inside Caustic's office, if you'd consider the poorly assembled previous managers room an office, were chats and maps pinned to the wall. An entire wall filled with various exits, sewer systems, even a secret tunnel to the upper levels, where the police couldn't get them. For such an aggressive, hostile individual, he kept and articulate upkeep, map wise. It was fairly impressive, but considering technology, could be better.

Each pin had blue lights which illuminated, except for one, which was bright red. Their mission revolved around a clinic in the lower cities, a newly opened clinic surprisingly in Caustic's district.
Caustic tugged a chair out, implying for Mackenzie to sit and hopefully listen, given she followed.

"Lets get this straight, you take orders, shut it, do your job." He cleared with her, snapping again. He pulled the red pin out and tossed it on his broken, riggidy desk.

There was a long sigh before he began again, obviously tired and agitated, for some reason or another. He began, but more lax and controlled, which seemed rather off given his character. "We're raiding a clinic.... But not for medicine. The boss wants a girl, she has special genetics, I don't know, but he wants her. It's a red head with a mowhawk who goes by Phoebe. A simple snatch and grab, but with a catch." He paused to let the words sink in. "We have a little Hero problem in the area, Crow and Nanite. You might have seen them on tv..... Well, they're a couple of assholes who don't know how to ******** off, you get me?" She could hear him moisten his lips behind the mask before he began again. "Anyway, the troops go in, grab the girl, if Crow and Nanite get involved, you pluck the birdie's wing and flick his off switch, capiche?"

Robotic Mirabelle

[Robotic Mirabelle]

Mackenzie 'Bulldozer' Miller

Ignoring the calls from the bikers was easy for Mackenzie, as she had gotten quite used to it by now. Although the gorilla that had decided to get in her face was a bit more difficult to ignore. Looking up at him her eyes follow the man from behind her visor as he towers over her. As the group laughed she remained silent, getting ready to put Recko into his place, but was beaten to the punch by a fist coming over her shoulder and clocking the biker in the face.

She couldn't help but laugh as Recko slinked off. While she wasn't a fan of being referred to as merchandise she wasn't about to waste time nitpicking about terminology. But in a way she was also selling her services, so he was kind of right. Giving a shrug she follows Caustic up to his office.

Accepting the offered seat she sits down, crossing her legs and leaning back in the chair. "Easy enough." She studies the map where he had pulled the red pin from, assuming it would be the area the clinic was. As Caustic laid out the job Mackenzie finally found out the reason she had been hired. "Yeah I've seen them before. Some guy with a sword and a bird, it'll be no problem." She smiles to herself, not that anyone could see it. "When do we hit the place then?"

Badass Spaz

[hinatagirl2808]

Crow sighed and rolled her eyes as Nanite took the cigarette to what she perceived to be his mouth. Though she had worked with Nanite for years, she never let him in on her other activities, the weapons and drugs and contraband. Nor her most passionate activity in the underground. If the Cavaliers were a thousand strong, Crow's cause was that of a million, of regular people and the mutated ones, of all who sought to stomp out the corruption of the Stella's and Stud's, of The Council. And it all started back when she was just sixteen, the inspiration that she drew from the man who gave her meaning. Her cause didn't have a name, at least not an official one. And as for leadership, well, different parts of the city's lower level had different group leaders. But Crow was the brains. She was the one who had devised the course of action that would take place very soon. It was her dream, it was what she had been working towards for years. Playing super hero was just a side gig, another way to see the city and see what she would need to do. She made sure which cameras needed to be cut, which cops and officials needed to be paid off, which people she should invite to the cause, and which ones should be eliminated. Despite the fact her cause was huge, that she had the strength of most of the lower level, it was highly secretive. You did not talk about the order or give away it's secrets. If you did, you would be seen as a threat and eliminated. If you thought someone should be in it. you would ask permission to extend an invitation, and it was very, very rare than an invitation would not be accepted. Unlike the Cavaliers, Crow and her cause kept themselves in the dark. They did not want to be seen, not yet.

But, Crow had been considering for months if it was a good idea to invite Nanite. He was righteous and he fought for the less fortunate, but she was worried that Crow would be too good, too righteous. She didn't think he would go whole heartedly along with her plan. But, she also knew what an asset he could be with his powers. But, before she could say anything to Nanite, looked her, noises emitting from him and then an actual clear voice, though obviously a recording. Once the recording had ended, Nanite held out a card that obviously had credits on it. A lot of credits, actually.

"You scanned me, didn't you. You know I don't like being scanned." Crow said, though she wasn't upset with Nanite, not at all. She too the card and held it up to her eyes, reading it. "I'm guessing this is for food. Alright then, I accept. You know, sometimes I'm glad you don't need much."

She smiled at him and they continued down the street and stepped into a convenience store. Honestly, her appearance wasn't that surprising. Most people knew Crow, or knew of her. As long as they stayed in line, she kept them safe and supplied, if they so wished it. She bought actual bottled water, twenty credits a pop, and some sort of nutritional bar. She would be able to last another day, two if she needed, if she ate and drank right now. She gave the card of credits back to Nanite. refusing to accept anymore.

"Get yourself something too. You earned it."

They walked together, more or less in comfortable silence. They did stop a few thugs from harassing people and Crow excused herself for a few minutes to talk to a guy across the street, a man Nanite didn't know, but Crow did very well. She discussed plans for a meeting that night, for her organization. Then she left the man and went back to Nanite.

"Nanite, we need to talk. Come, over here." Crow took him to the opening of an alley way and ducked inside, away from the prying eyes and ears of people and cameras alike. "I would like to invite you to a meeting tonight. I will take you there myself, no worries. I want to show you something, invite you to be a part of something that I hold very dear to my heart. After the meeting, you can refuse my offer if you wish, I have no qualms with that. So, I hope you will be free to come."

Badass Spaz

[Crackbaby73]

Phoebe Tindalae
What is a person besides the memories they have?

TABA loud roaring cheer resounded through the dingy, lower street bar. Nearly every patron in the poorly kept establishment was watching two people. People were standing on tables, sitting on the bar, sitting on each others shoulder, all to watch two people, one red-headed woman and one extremely scruffy man about twice her size, seated at a table both with a shot glass in one hand and a knife in the other.

TABThe name of the game: Jackhammer - a variant of Five Finger Fillet which incorporate round progression and taking a shot in between each set. The players were to stab the spaces in between their fingers and their thumb successfully and take one shot after each successful set. After each round the players take a victory shot together and whomever finished the round last has to buy the shots. After a round the pattern in which the player's were designated to stab grows in complexity increasing the intensity (and usually the players blood pressure). There were three sets in a round. The game ended by A.) someone quitting, in which case they have to buy all the drinks, B.) someone stabbing themselves, in which case they have to buy all the drinks OR C.) someone passes out or throws up, in which case they have to buy all the drinks. Normally the game never reached half way through the second round...for various reasons. The current two competitors had just finished the second round.

TABThe red-headed woman held out her own shot glass, offering to toast their shared ability to not maim themselves. She smirked, noticeably calm and composed compared to the sweat dripping man sitting across from her. The man lifted his glass and toasted her and the two took their victory shot, slamming the glasses down triumphantly.

TAB"You oughta quit before ya end up losin' one of those little fingers a'yers, Pheebs." The man was noticeably worse off than earlier. Hell, he could hardly hold his head up straight at this point.

TABPhoebe smiled and placed her palm back on the table, "I'm still good to go, fella. That is unless you want to back out now. I 'spose it's only proper that a man buy a lady her drinks, after all."

TAB The man scoffed and placed his hand on the table. "Remember, I offered."

TABPhoebe laughed. A laugh that let you know that she legitimately considered what he had said to be a joke. "No, sir, you remember that I offered." Sure, she might have read about her "abilities" off of a wall and a few crumples of paper, sure it could have all been a bunch of crap, maybe the writings of a mad woman, but from what she could tell she had some sort of supernatural abilities and oh was she going to profit from them...even if it was just a few free drinks.

TABA quiet came over the room as the two readied their knives over their hands again. This time the pattern was 1-2-1-3-1-4-1-5-1-6-2-6-3-6-4-6-5-6-4-6-3-6-2-6 (etc.). Phoebe bit her lip lightly and breathed, closing her eyes for a brief moment. She could see her hand in her mind. She could see the knife. She could see the pattern she was required to follow and she could already feel the motions - different order, same positions; her muscles had already learned the pattern.

TABThe "referee" yelled for them to start and Phoebe kicked into gear. Her muscles snapped into action and she moved on memory alone, barely even paying attention to what she was actually doing. It wasn't superhuman in it's speed but it was superhuman in it's precision. 1-2-1-3-1- etc, her free hand grabbed the already filled shot glass and she downed it. The drinks were taking their toll but her body was already compensating. Again. 1-2-1-3- etc., shot down. AGAIN! 1-2-1-3-1-

TABAAAAAH!

TABPhoebe slammed her knife down into the table, just between her ring and middle finger. Across the table her opponents knife was stuck upright in the table; he had let go of it completely and was gripping his hand, screaming bloody murder and staring at his pinky finger, dangling by the skin around the second knuckle. The man jumped up from his seat, knocking it to the floor, screaming for someone to help him. Blood had spurted on the table. On him. On people nearby. His face was wrenched in agony. The crowd went wild with a mix of cheer, groans, and screams.

TABPhoebe's eyes went wide, she lurched, nearly vomiting right there on the spot. One hand to her mouth and one hand pushing people out of the way, she was one of the first people out of the door, chucking up loads onto the dirt ground. It was only moments after she felt a hand on her back, gently patting her.

TAB"Water. Drink it." The man that was touching her held out a plastic cup for her. She recognized him to be the bartender, Flint if she remembered the note she had read earlier, and she took it. "Christ, woman, I don't get you. You throw up every time that happens but you keep doing it anyway. You think you'd have gotten used to it by now. eh?"

TABPhoebe wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then wiped that on the leg of her loose fitting cargo pants, "every time always feels like the first time..." Finished the rest of her water and tossed the cup down on the ground, "I'll cya around, I guess. Sorry, by the way." Phoebe gave a weak half smile, patted the man on the shoulder, and turned to leave. Her day off from work was only half over and she had only begun. Sure, she had a list of things to do but...well, that would be tomorrow's Phoebe to think about.


OOC: wiki on FFF (knife game) for reference just in case.

[II_Nanite_II]

The Hip-Hop Robot, Nanite!

Nanite cheered in utter glee when she took the card and 'Bwou'd' out loud to express his glee. His spikes spun momentarily and lenses squinted to further emphasize how truly happy he was. Though you could probably guess, Crow was his only friend and it gave him a great sense of accomplishment to keep her healthy and safe from the possible illnesses that could creep up on weakened immune systems.
He nodded at Crow. "Bwou!" And stepped aside, giving a slight bow and gestured his arm out, inviting her first. Recently, he'd picked up on mannerisms some weeks ago during his latest episode in Game Changer and the polished elites whom loomed over in the stands.

Inside the convenience store, curious Nanite poked around at the little knick knacks and doo-dads while Crow purchased her items. There was one knick knack in particular that caught his attention, which he couldn't resist. A little fuzzy squirrel with a string on the end. He gave the string a subtle tug and the squirrel vibrated and chewed the plastic nut in its fuzzy mouth. Of course, Nanite found this little toy irresistible and tugged the string again, chuckling at its adorable chewing.

"Hey, this isn't a toy store!" The store owner shouted at Nanite whom found to much enjoyment from the toy. "You want a toy store," his thumb was thrown over his shoulder. "Then get the hell up in the towers." He barked and slapped the counter, obviously not entirely grateful or knowledgeable of whom he spoke to.

Nanite place the toy back on the rack and sighed, slipping out behind Crow, whom started off without him. He was genuinely sad after being shouted at, all he wanted to do was to play with the little squirrel. With another sigh, shrugged it off and caught up Crow, which had enoucntered a wild party of thugs. They tugged on a woman's purse but soon found themselves with another ordeal. Crow extended her wings and tried to scare the thugs off, but they simply drew their weapons. Nanite quickly lunged into action, sword drawn, displaying his remarkable dexterity. In one swift slash, kneeling below the assailants, as if disappearing from one end of the street and reappearing, their gun barrels fell to the ground. After the clank, both men looked at one another and gulped.

"Screw this!" They both shouted and ran off into the dark alley from which they came.

The victim, whom stood in awe at the suddenness of the two, and rushed to throw her arms around Nanite. "Thank you" She cried out and took off out of the dangerous neighborhood.

Nanite sheathed his sword on his back, where two straps extended from his back to grip the sword. he gave heroic pose and simply said. "Bwou." And looked to the sky, as if accomplishing some great victory.

While on their daily patrol, Crow abruptly stopped and rushed across the street. She tried to talk discreetly but his sensors would pick up each word, or so they tried. When the man began speaking, he purposely bonked himself on the head and the spikes stopped spinning. Pesky things, always want to know everything.

"Errriou!" He scuffed at himself.

While Nanite waited began to practice his shuffle, or attempted. He skipped his foot over the other and turned on the spot, beginning again and again, repeating the simple footwork until Crow finally arrived from her secret meeting.
Invite him to a meeting she held dear to heart? What could she possibly mean by this. Questions came to mind, more questions that Nanite could barely fathom or comprehend. His spikes spun as they read her heart beat, tone, blood level, everything that could indicate or give him some clue as to what she meant. For once, he could read the scanners and knew whatever she spoke of meant a lot to her.

Usually, he'd accept on the spot but he pondered, wondering if there would be any criminal activity afoot. All day, all night, and all brunch Nanite patrolled the streets and alleyways. Surely he could leave them unprotected for a few moments.

He tapped his chin and gave an enthusiastic nod. "Bwou!" He agreed.

hinatagirl2808

[hinatagirl2808]

Crow smiled at Nanite's excited acceptance, even though he couldn't even see it under the mask. But, it made her happy that he was willing to see what she wanted to show him. In all the world, Crow thought Nanite would see her vision best, would see it the same as her. He knew bow bad it was on the lower levels, he knew about her family and her life and she knew about his and about the man that he had been working for years to find. Crow hadn't a doubt in her mind that he would join with her and side by side they would create the New World Order she saw fit for the city. But that was for later, for right now, they had patrolling to do.

"Excellent. I think you'll enjoy it. And there will be others, like us, and other who are regular, non-mutated. But, that's for later. Come on, I don't doubt that somewhere right now someone is being taken advantage of and subjugated. Honestly, sometimes I think the whole city should be wiped out, you know, just everyone put to rest. At least no one would act superior over another creature, you know?"

Crow walked, on, keeping an eye out. She considered taking flight and looked back at Nanite, giving him a look, asking for approval. From above it was so much easier to see what was happening, especially with her crow eyes. She can see everything with them.

Badass Spaz

[mochahero]

Sure. I can metabolize the alcohol by running around the house. In the meantime I think I'll just stand here and see how much I can drink.

Bartholomew 'Barry' Allen

I'm The Flash. Speed is my game.

Barry sat at the table, face still slightly scrunched in pain, but he would stomach it, the bullet had made it all the way through and he would heal pretty quickly anyway. He felt eyes on him, almost as if the speed force were poking at him, telling him that something was off. he looked up, seeing the waiters bringing his food, but more importantly, he saw teh girl he had been stealing glances at earlier watching him, and seeming to be in some pain. His eyes scrunched slightly, he could've sworn that her hair was a darker shade before he left, but left it up to a trick of the light. His attention was diverted, however, as the first bowl of food hit his table and was slid towards him. Before the last bowl of food hit the table, Barry had already towrn through two fo the other bowls, and noticed that it wasn't long before the woman started to come towards him. With a small inward sigh, the speedster slowed himself down so that, minus the amount of food that he was currently sitting on, he would appear at least a little bit normal. Damn. by the time he ahd thought to stop he had finished four bowls of food and was taking the next one far more slowly as teh girl with the pink hair finally reached him. He looked down at his shirt, at super speed, and saw that the blood had spread ever so slowly and was now a bit more visible.

He pulled over the lapel of his jacket in an attempt to cover the stain before turning his head to this girl, finally getting a good look at her. His eyebrows went up a bit. She really was stunning. Not only were her eyes incredibly captivating, but her hair as well seemed to flow and ebb, almost as if it were changing wiwth the tide and the time, and the rest of her wasn't a negative thing to peer at either, a good looking face and a set of curves taht could put The Top wrong side up. He heard her ask to take a seat, and offered a friendly smile, "Please do." he offered with a nod of his head and a light hand motion. His stayed untouched for a moment as he peeked at teh girls plate. Untouched. What was her angle? he was pretty sure that the rest of Fallen was still catching up, unsure as to who the flash really was, and so he shouldn't be in any sort of spotlight and no one should want his head, at least not Barry Allen's head.

His shoulder was still hurting like hell, but he did his best to leave the feeling by the wayside, trying instead to concentrate a bit on his food so that it would simply dull into the backgroud. He was curious why she had approached him. Sure, he had seen her lookinga t him,a nd he was sure he had been caught to, but, at least on his own world, it was awfully bold of a woman to head up to a man so easily. Maybe it was different here. He certainly hoped so, his drink tabs could get rather expensive. but he held his inquisitive look, managing to keep the pain to a dull roar as he watched the woman for a moment before speaking, "So what brings you to this flying bowl shaped hover craft on this fine afternoon?" he asked, working the words out around a mouthful of food before stuffing more noms into his piehole.

It is The Flash which appears, the thunderbolt will follow.

The Flash

I'll give you a banana if you drop the detonator.

[[O.ut O.f C.ryptonite - ]]

[II_Nanite_II]

The Hip-Hop Robot, Nanite!

Like us? How could anyone possibly be like Nanite, was that even possible. When she mentioned such a notion, he took his attention away from her and observed his arms up and down. That simple phrase really made him think about the possibilities of there being another nano-warrior much like himself. While he watched the little bots scurry about, driving the many processors and memory through his being, couldn't help but imagine another being. He looked to Crow, both lenses tilted down to express concern. Crow would be able to visibly see that he was suddenly distressed.

"Bwou....." He looked away and dwell'd in thought.

Suddenly, while she spoke, felt the need to remind himself about his creator, the young boy that created him. A bright electric blue light flickered in his chest. He rubbed the blue light and turned to Crow, nodding as she spoke. He gave the typical reply, inconceivable beeps and boops, agreeing with whatever she said, mainly because he agreed with her, err, most of it.
To destroy an entire city to make it better, the notion sounded ridiculous. Nanite was so sure the two of them could take care of the corruption that he quickly disagreed, shaking his head in objection.

"Ryy roouu!" He snapped at Crow and wagged his index finger at her.

Nanite pointed that very index finger at him and then Crow and looked up into the skyscrapers that loomed over them. When her sight would gaze would follow his, his hands would raise up to cup together, cupping the single brightest light that he could see. His hands would glow an omnipotent bright blue as they lowered between them. It only grew stronger and stronger, the sheer brightness causing on lookers to look away. In a flash of light, Nanite's hands disappeared and little, illuminate dust particles fluttered down in the streets. These bright nano-bots shun an unforeseen light in the Fallen streets, one that was captivating. Citizens stopped and watched the lights, as if this beauty hasn't been seen in decades.
The point, in which Crow might not understand, that beauty can still shine in the darkest places, if you're willing to sacrifice. He pressed both stumps to a fire hydrant, which hadn't been used in decades and nodded to Crow with a gleeful 'Bwou' to let her fly above, and hopefully, let his message sink in.

hinatagirl2808

(( I finished the renovations and I'll be role playing in full swing. Sorry for the delay everyone, volunteer work. Anywho, Caustic post is almost done! ))

[II_Nanite_II]

There was the target, a lithe young woman with a rather interesting haircut. Though she wouldn't know it, she had been followed. Inside the bar were secretive operatives paid by the hour, on the hour to watch her. It was a shame she couldn't fully the grasp the sheer magnificence of her abilities. Even now, through an operatives prosthetic eye, stared the mad pair whom watched as Phoebe wasted her powers on simple bar games. Inside the hooded man's eye socket, where an eye patch sat over his left eye, peered through the specially made sense which painted a picture. Highly developed sensors knew everything that was happening within the bar. Every muscle that twitched, where the abrupt and drunken slurs came from, where the sound echoed, drew the ins and outs of the tavern.
Where she stood from he seat and quickly ran out, shoving people away, neuro sensors inside the man's head flickered and traced around the various nerves. They travelled to every corner of his brains, reading the chemical balance, searching the nerves, and exploring all the ins and outs, finally obtaining the correct signal in mere seconds. He twitched in his seat and soon lurched over. What happened to the man wouldn't be noticed for hours, but the sudden signal left the man dead in his seat, in the corner, where no one would notice him until the pub finally closed..... If it closed.

When Phoebe stepped outside, a series of events would begin to transpire. The Cavaliers, a local gang that controlled this exact district, began to organize. By orders of the bosses, they were to capture the girl, but discreetly. Lately, Nanite and Crow have been causing quite a fuss, and even worse, there was a speedster loose that no one has been able to identify. The mysterious red blur put away many operations, so to openly attack her while these three individuals periodically patrolled would only cause a panic.
Before she awoke this morning, there was a special notepad sticky attached to her night stand telling her about an urgent appointment at the local clinic. What this appointment could be would be beyond her, but the emphasis on this appointment appeared rather important, especially since 'Your Memories Need You' was written at the bottom in short hand.

If only she knew, if only Phoebe knew what would transpire beyond the clinic.

Crackbaby73

(( Just woke up from a nap, so I'm cranking out quick posts to move things along. Sorry for the delay and please, for the love of whatever god you believe in, don't snap my neck. ))

[II_Nanite_II]

The Caustic Grip

An interesting question to ask. Though Caustic preferred to call the escapade a raid, was quite the opposite. They were simply scouts to escort the package else. He tapped the desk intently and paused for a moment, debating on answering her question. With a heavy sigh, looked to Bulldozer, his lenses aligned with hers.

"It's not as simple as that." He began and stepped forward, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. "We're taking the girl back to home base, and don't ask what we'll be doing." He abruptly snapped.

Caustic turned back to the map and pegged the red pin several blocks away from the clinic where the Cavaliers would be waiting to ambush Phoebe. "You're meeting up with Recko and the others there. Recko has the explosives, so be as loud as you need to be." The red light sprung to life after he finished.

There was a banging at the office door signalling Bulldozer and Caustic the crew was ready to move. "Draw the Hero's attention away, and we'll signal when we've got the target. After that, it's dog eat dog, so all you have to do is outrun the weak. Handle that and you're looking at a spa date and Tower 7's best ******** buddy, understand?" He finished and started out the door. Not a moment before he exited, looked over his shoulder and barked again, not giving her a chance to sit up. "Well, come on, we don't have all day!"

Outside the office, there were to raggedy hover cars, each poorly painted red. On the back seats sat two scrappy, bearded men with brown, grease stained bandana's. They wore a leather bikers outfit and promptly held their pulse rifles over their shoulders. In front of one, Recko sat in the drivers seat. He smiled a toothy, yellowish grin at Bulldozer and puckered his lips, following with an inpromtu wink.

"Saved ya seat." He bounced his eyebrows.

Beside that vehicle sat a group of girls in quite the scandalous clothing. Where the men carried pulse rifles, these band of reckless Cavaliers carried rugged, hand built rocket launchers. On the rocket itself, where an electric blue liptsitck smeared the rockets tip, was duct tape holding the rocket itself together. Thought it appeared incredibly dangerous to even use, these girls were the suppose explosive experts of the entire gang.

Robotic Mirabelle

(( Hey, sorry for the delay and scrappy post, I was just so busy I just really wanted to push things forward. Anyway, I'm back in full swing now and I hope you can forgive my tardiness. ))

[Robotic Mirabelle]

Mackenzie 'Bulldozer' Miller

Quietly let Caustic rant, simply giving a shrug at his remark about asking what they'll do. She really didn't care what happened after they got the girl, and even if she did care she wouldn't ask, she didn't get paid to answer questions. Although she did wonder what had him so agitated.

When the office door banged she turned her head towards it for a moment before looking back at Caustic. After he gets one more chance to snip at her she gets up and leaves his office. "Don't worry, I'll make sure they're kept busy." On her way out she sees who is waiting for her in the car she visibly slumps.

Looking over the crew she would be working with, she tries to ignore Recko as much as possible, as she gets into the car next to him. "Keep your eyes on the road." Recko laughs as the group of Cavaliers loads ups. Mackenzie half expected that the girls with the rockets would mostly manage to blow themselves up the moment they try to fire their launchers, but even if that happened it would help with the distraction.

As they pull out theres the expected amount of noise and excitement from the bikers as they roar down to the designated area. Bulldozer however attempts to keep a somewhat professional appearance, staying quiet in between keeping Recko from bothering her.

When they finally reach the place for their little distraction the crew spreads out in the middle of the street. Bulldozer stands up in her seat, putting a foot up on the dashboard and grabbing a rifle from the front seat. "Alright..." She lifts the gun to the sky. "Lets make some noise!" Shouting she fires a burst into the air, then tosses the gun to Recko and hopping out of the car.

Badass Spaz