A new team of heroes are in town, and they're not afraid to get their hands dirty.
10PM | TUESDAY | MAY 15, 2012
Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2018 5:40 pm
What happens when you put a group of super charged, powered individuals in a room together? Well, most people would probably tell you The Hero Society, but what happens when you throw some not so nice men and women into the mix into a not so nice neighborhood? Anybody who's kept up with the local news know where this is going. They're the type to get the job done behind the scenes. They ain't perfect. It can get a little messy, they might just make it worse, but in the end they'll get the job done. "Wow. That couldn't get any worse." Will balled up the large napkin he was writing on into the metallic garbage tin on the other side of the bar. It's contents didn't allow much room for any more discarded waste, leaving it to topple along down old thrown away bottles. The glance the bartender shot him was far from comforting, giving Will their best death glare, so evil that he had half a mind to jump over the counter and put a stop to their nefarious ways. The prices here were criminal for such a s**t location. He'd shoot a wink right back at them before patting the counter top signaling them to come over.
"So after carefully reviewing your..interesting choice of drinks here, I think I'm gonna have to go with.." Will trailed his fingers across the bottles along the shelf until he came to a stop right at a smaller glass bottle which looked as though it contained a nearly black substance rather than any sort of hard liquor. The bartender look at him and without a word, chuckled briefly before grabbing the bottle from the shelf and poured the drink into an even smaller sized cup. He grabbed his pint sized glass and lifted it up at eye level. It had a deathly look to it, with a disgusting smell to boot. "Uh..On second thought, I'll take a water." The bartender once again shot him another irritated glance before practically yanking the glass from in front of him. "You ol'...Man. Where the hell is everybody?" He looked over his shoulder, his gaze occupying the front door. Their first unofficial meeting of sorts and no one was keen on rearing their ugly head. It's not like he asked Danny to show up in here with his queen bee suit on or their new furry friend to show up in an establishment without concealing himself. Call it an over-exaggeration but this was why he worked alone. He looked ridiculous, alone in a bar trying to converse with the bartender who clearly wasn't having it. Any day now and they could actually start getting some stuff. Who would want to sit in a bar all night?
Stanley sighed dramatically, "Of all the places to choose from... he picks this dump?" he shook his head to the sides as he made eye contact with the bar, inspecting it with plain eyes. "Here goes nothing I guess." He said, seconds from pushing the door open, but as he did two guys were exiting. Bikers judging by their appearance. Even wore the classic biker guy's outfit as if it was code or something. He looked up as they damn near stampeded him. "Hey! Watch where you're going wise guy!" shouted Stanley, who luckily happened to evade them.
They looked down at him, first with uninterested eyes until really getting a good look at what they were seeing. Both let out a laugh questioning how much alcohol they really drank and man did it upset Stanley. So he spoke up about it. "You two gotta problem or something?" he hissed.
"Scram before you get hurt little coon." Stanley let out a low growl. That was the last straw. Too bad they didn't know it. "Bad choice of words you overgrown piece of s**t." the quick to anger raccoon yelled, leaping up and punching the first guy in his nose with enough force to break it. The other's eyes widened. Instead of being a cliche, he expressed they wanted no trouble scurrying away. Satisfied with himself, Stan could continue on into the bar to this uneventful meeting with probably even more uneventful people. He'd only ever met Will. He was a cool cat, real down to earth, and kept his word. They met at a bar sometime ago when Stan was feeling down about a SIA report where he was literally laughed out of the building.
Will helped him through that and offered him a team to join with someone of his abilities. Make a real difference and all that. So here he was; here to make a difference. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the bar for Will. As he did though, he took notice of just how much of a s**t hole this place was. It reeked of bad quality booze and cigarettes. It took a whole minute before his nose finally stopped twitching and it's sense was dulled out. He spotted Will at last and made his way over hearing what he was saying.
Stanley seemed to agree: "That's supposed to be my line. Not yours." he climbed up onto a stool and sat beside him trying to ignore how much of a dump this place truly was. The bartender was eyeing him hard too for some reason, but he ignored it. "Don't tell me we're the only two on this team. Black guy and a raccoon. Cops would have a field day with us."
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2018 10:00 pm
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It was an understandable wait; getting to places on time in their neck of the woods wasn’t easy, since something usually went wrong. Danny would walk in shortly after; he wouldn’t be a no-show, but he nearly got into a scuffle with some people who recognized his face, which caused a bit of a delay. His knuckles were a little scraped from it, but he wasn’t dead, so…
“A day in the life,” he commented, taking a seat by his teammates. Originally, their little team started out as a duo, just two guys looking to make a difference; there was a sense of camaraderie in knowing both had done bad things they wanted to atone for, but they had grown since then. He’d learned a bit about the others, like how Daphne wasn’t from West Valley Park at all, but was a do-gooder who genuinely cared about the state of things there. It did a number on his otherwise biased views of privileged white families who didn’t give two shits about what went on in their neighborhoods. “Uhh, who’s your friend?” He wasn’t expecting a raccoon, but for someone who modeled himself after a bee, he couldn’t really judge.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2018 10:36 pm
Next to stroll into the bar was the 6'5 two-hundred-sixty pound Samoan. He had his reservations about meeting up in a place like this. Mostly because he had gone his whole life without catching a sexually transmitted disease and this looked exactly like the type of place that streak could end at. Hell when he went to place a hand against the door he had to double check on if he had been seeing blood splatter. He turned his head sideways looking closely. "What the hell.." he investigated. He took in a deep breath, possibly his last of fresh air, and proceeded on in.
Inside, he glanced around looking for the members of his team. Their leader was the first to stick out to him. He was tall so it helped when trying to locate certain individuals. He strolled over casually planning to greet the fellas when his body language changed entirely. "Fell-" he paused spotting the raccoon. He blinked. "Uh hey fellas and uh, other." he tilted his head at another angle to make sure what he was seeing was real. He knew he had been out of the states for a long time, but this was too weird even for him. He sat down next to Will on the other side of him and occasionally peeped over at the raccoon staring blankly.
Soon enough, the O’Neill girl would enter the bar with a halfway finished cup of Iced Coffee; she wasn’t as big on alcohol, beer would just make her tits obnoxiously large. Her attire was different from the usual bunny outfit, settling for a more casual outfit of a white tank, ripped denim jeans, and white sneakers. Her shirt left little to the imagination. Needless to say, she’d been ogled the whole time. It only took a sec for her eyes to stumble upon the bundle of people she’d joined up with, immediately waving at them. She ran an open hand through her hair for a moment, and eyes were fixated on her as each finger slid through each strand of blonde hair. “Heyyyy! I’m not late, am I?” Surprisingly, she wasn’t disturbed whatsoever by the sight of the raccoon. “Cute raccoon, bee tee dubs!” she even commented.
Angel usully never went one for bars unless it was with friends. She had gained more when she decided to join Danny on his likely suicidal mission of saving the day. But with most of the rag tag group being boys the two girls had to keep them in check. Well mabye not they all worked pretty well. Angel entered the bar and practically immediately got whistled at by some bald a** white biker guy. "Yea, yea keep looking that all you're getting limp d**k" She said just shy of ignoring them. She heard the oooos of 'dude you got burned' from his buddies as she walked to the table. Seeing a racoon sitting at the table took her totally by surprise. "Oh! Hi there." She managed to get out before sitting by Danny.
Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 6:45 pm
All at once would the lot pour into the bar that now felt significantly smaller when you shared it with the likes of a very large, and very tall Samoan. As they all began to settle in and seat themselves at the table Will picked out, he nodded and acknowledged everyone's presence accordingly. Stanley the Raccoon was an odd choice for the rag tag team. It was bad enough that they had to worry the ever growing list of idiots with powers cropping up, now they had to keep their eyes out for anymore of the zoo's escapees. Will couldn't imagine having to deal with something as bizarre as say some kind of telepathic gorilla. Despite his appearance, Will still found it in himself to invite such a creature to join the Merry Men, believing that he'd be a worthy inclusion sooner rather than later, able to stand with the rest of them. A majority of their crew went under animal names themselves. Stanley wasn't entirely far off, he just happened to take it a little too literal. "No pets in my establishment." The bartender barked from his station.
"Don't you have customers you gotta attend to?" Will slid his hand along the table and by the time it reached the end, it adopted they very same look, color, and shine of the wood. He flashed his transformed hand into the air, sharpening it to a point right in the bartender's line of sight. Everyone around them seemed to have their eyes focused on Stanley to notice the majority in their presence harbored powers within. The bartender threw his hands up as if he was signaling Will to calm down, quickly finding ways to keep himself busy. "My man." He said with a smirk as he turned back around to then revert his hand back to human flesh.
They stuck out like sore thumbs and that was not the intention. Between the overly attractive woman with the noticeably larger assets, a large Somoan man, and a bipedal raccoon, letting the people around them know they have powers was the least of their worries. Everyone looked to be here. To think it started as a two man mission here in West Valley Park, expanding fruitfully every other week or so. They were no Hero Society, but they had the oddball look down for sure. "Not gonna lie, for a second I thought I was gonna have to start talking business with my new buddy over there." Will jabbed his thumb over his shoulder towards the bartender. He could see him in the reflection of the window eyeballing the group in a mix of suspicion and fear. The gesture that made him realize that Will knew he was watching prompted him to get back to work and actually mind his damn business for the first time today.
"Wanted to run a couple details by ya'll. I went HQ shopping the other night. Cleared out a couple spots, sent some boys back to their bosses with some not so pleasant news. Decided on...this one." Will cycled through his phone in a measly five swipes before sliding it towards the middle of the table for all to see. It was a spacious place. Three stories, several rooms for God knows what they could stash there. The base level of the building had two larger door entrances made for fitting vehicles. In the pictures taken, the group could see several unconscious gang bangers all thrown about and laid flat on their backs and stomachs. Each and every one of them had been cleared out once Will was done scouting the joint, same with all of the other potential candidates. "I know a couple of you but I don't know you all really at the same time. I thought that this would make things a little easier instead of meeting in places like...this. Plus, what team no matter how they operate doesn't have their crib?" Will leaned back in his chair some, smirking in confidence at his find as he gave them all the chance to look.
In a matter of seconds, Will's smile faded as he leaned in further again, this time with his hands pressed flat against each other with his elbows on the table. His eyes darted to each and everyone of them before he continued speaking. "Onto the next set of news..I'd be lying if I said that we haven't been doing some good but it's not enough. The fact that I had multiple opportunities to bust down these places shows we're barely scratching the surface. Maybe we're not covering enough ground, maybe we're not hitting these folks hard enough but they're starting to catch on to the freaks of West Valley. What I'm getting at here is..if any of you have anymore people trying to knock some heads for the good of the town, I'm all ears."
Before Will could reply back to him, another guy showed up. Real average looking guy. He was also immediately curious in who Stan was. The raccoon turned, facing the guy. "Names Stanley. If I had friends I'd tell them to call me Stan. You're uh...welcome to call me that if you want." he said putting his best foot forward at being nice. He joined for another reason that he didn't express to Will. Mainly because it was embarrassing. He wanted friends, a family, basically like everyone else in this stupid pointless world did. Stanley ordered a drink when out the corner of his eye, spotted a huge bald guy coming towards them. The guy stopped to greet the group and referred to Stan as 'other'. "The name is Stanley. And it's all I go by. Not raccoon, trash panda, coon, or any other nonsense you may be thinking in that big head of yours, baldy." he said what he felt needed to be said and took a sip of his drink.
The next to walk up caused him to near choke on his water. He recovered, coughing some and couldn't but stare at how truly beautiful she was. Like an angel sent from above. Everything around him seemed to go hollow as she moved in what appeared to be slow motion from his perspective. Her calling him a 'cute raccoon' is what jarred him back into reality. His rested his paws against his furry face staring at her.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 8:03 pm
"Understood." nodded Tank. He needed a drink about now. He got up and went over to the bar ordering a drink and oddly enough did not receive any attitude from the bartender. He looked nervous and Calvin told him to be at ease when given his drink. Being back in the states, he was becoming used to that reaction though and having to disarm people from thinking he was some big muscle head mean guy. He walked back over to the table pleased to see everyone was present. Even laughing at the biker's attempts at cat-calling Angel. Retaking his seat, he listened to Will begin informing them on some details.
The thought of a base was nice. Could be helpful for getting to know one another better. He noticed how some of the team gravitated towards certain individuals because that's who they felt comfortable with. He was a bit alien to it. In Hawaii, everyone was treated as family, even the tourists. Calvin missed the big bonfires, playing guitar for the kids, dance offs, and so much more. The initial idea to come here and be some superhero wasn't as well-thought out as he would have liked, but it wasn't all bad. Just needed to break these guys out of their shells. Will slid his phone to the middle of the table for all to see and he checked out the images nodding in awe. "As we say in Hawaii: `A`ohe lokomaika`i i nele i ke pâna`i. And it looks like you gave them one hell of an a**-kicking." said Calvin with a laugh.
"no kind deed has ever lacked its reward" is what he said.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2018 8:52 pm
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The rest of the gang soon followed. Calvin, Daphne, and Angel. Will gave the rundown on a base of ops for the group he planned on getting. “Looks like you had some fun before the preview, but hey, you sure as hell won’t find complaints from me,” he replied, raising his arms in friendly surrender. Will also mentioned potential recruits, but the one he’d heard of was already there. “I’d have mentioned the battle bunny, but she’s already here.” She made her presence very known; the straight men seemed to have their eyes glued on her the instant she walked in, cat-calling and the likes. Danny rubbed his eyes and wiped his face to avoid staring. He relaxed more when Angel arrived; she was the most familiar, evidently, so he was perfectly comfortable to see her.
Stanley went on to introduce himself, so he felt it fair to do the same.“Danny’s the name, flying’s the game, and I don’t mean a plane,” he remarked. The implication was obviously to his identity as Bumblebee, who’d been making the local rumors after hitting up a few gangs. Danny could demonstrate if he needed to, though the armor had its own stand, and he’d have to get into it first. He didn’t exactly have any powers; he was a good shot, but his remarkable trait was his power armor. It wasn’t actually “his”, per se, but it was better in his hands than what sick b*****d it was due for. Hayward Industries developed the armor, from what he came to understood, and as much as he wanted to investigate, he was nervous what would’ve happened if he was caught snooping around their facilities in stolen power armor. Better to stay in West Valley Park where snitches were only bought and white guys in lab coats wouldn’t find much respect.
Daphne sort of just scratched her head at the mention of others looking to help; she wasn’t too familiar with the place quite yet, so she wasn’t going to be of much use there, though she hated to admit it. Stanley, or “Stan” as he suggested in the case of friendship, was kind enough to introduce himself, and gazed at her quite welcomingly. Introductions she could do. “Daphne, Daphne O’Neill,” she said in her jovial tone, offering her hand and a kind, genuine smile that calmed the nerves. For someone who’d seen quite a bit of hand-to-hand combat, her hands were very smooth and gentle. Of the group, she was one of the most comely (in both meanings); she opened up easily to others, and didn’t seem worried about anything at all, always smiling and humorous, always confident.
It was nice to be together as a group. While Stanley's presence made question if the leftover chinese she had fot breakfast had something in it. She could appreciate the the raccoon's snark. Will showed them a base or two and all of them seemed to potential. "You know all those knocked out bad guys really drop the property value. We just need to be sure they dont plan on moving back in." Angel joked a bit. Sarcasm amd snark seemed to be the go to with this group. Angel sure didnt mind
Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2018 12:24 am
To coexist with the scum and heroes of West Valley Park, you had to be one step ahead of the curve. It required the stomach for ruthless actions and the appetite for the violence that came before. No one got by in this business for being nice or letting the little things slide. Douglas didn't and neither would Olivia as she planned to finish what he started. The transition wasn't easy nor was it simple as had to fight from the ground up to win Douglas' gang over in absolute favor. Without their loyalty she was far from nothing, but the numbers at her disposal meant so much for her expanding reach within the shady city. She had every intention of exaggerating her image in front of the men, women, and teenagers that chose to follow the new face of the organization. They needed to see that she was just as cunning and held within her the qualities of a true leader. A leader that would bring each and every one of them exactly what they signed on for in the first place: Fortune and the thrill of the fight. By reestablishing connections and making new allies she would do just that in securing her place within the criminal underworld as one of their own, and rightfully so.
Olivia's dedication to the cause meant nothing if she wasn't able to account for even the slightest of hiccups within her organization. One of her men brought her into a room with a single computer that was hooked up to several cameras set up throughout her safe houses and storage centers all across the Park. His insistence and the urgency in his voice prompted Olivia to treat the matter with the importance he nearly begged for, much to her dismay, already having to deal with the reeling effects of having her property sacked by some unknown assailant. Her eyes squinted at the grainy footage that showed a vacant hallway within one of her buildings across town. "This is what you wanted to show me?" Hissed Olivia at the man. He pointed frantically at the screen so she wouldn't have a chance at missing what came next.
Several men and women went flying across the camera's point of view. Most struggled to stand whereas others stayed more than likely unconscious across the floor. Just as Olivia was on the verge of losing interest, her intrigued peaked high above the clouds. Soon the person responsible walked nonchalantly across the screen and the feed was immediately paused. "Our culprit has been found. I want this man's everything. Name, where he lays his head, what he eats for ******** brunch, his friends. I want it all. Alert everyone working the streets to keep their eyes peeled for that man. The sooner we end this, the sooner we can get back to business as usual." The quality of the footage didn't allow her to see just how he was able to dispatch so many of her people and toss them aside like rag dolls. She chalked it up simply to super strength and left it alone. But she couldn't leave it alone. Hours had then flew by her and while she prepared for a fight that was already at several of her doorsteps, her people had already accomplished the hard work of finding him. "That is very good news." A smile of sheer wickedness crept up the side of her lips, turning to the one that presented her with the best information she had received all day. "Rally the troops." She ordered the messenger which specifically meant making sure everyone was loaded up, packed into several trucks with their best guns and their game faces on straight.
If their information was right, he had been seen entering a dingy establishment followed by an assortment of just as colorful characters, an animal or two included in that report. The street the trucks pulled in on were vacant and quiet if you didn't count the the hum and bass of the music coming from within the bar. Olivia stepped out of the side door of one of the vans toting a standard AK among her followers who also were equipped with uzis, knives, and other small yet useful commodities. Anyone present outside of the bar quickly got the hint that they should turn and run in the other direction as s**t was about to get real. It was a risky call knowing full well that several innocents were inside that were unaware of one man's actions. Those same innocent lives would serve as an immeasurable level of guilt and pain that she had hopes would haunt the man for the rest of his days. This business, this life, all of it was all she had left of her brother Douglas. No one would topple what he and Olivia had built so long as she stood tall on her own two feet.
Olivia drew one of her machetes from out of her back pouch and drew it forward. The front end pointed directly at the bar as she commanded calmly and simply put: "Fire." And as she decreed, it had been done. Several guns went off in unison in an array of flashing magnificent glory that smelled of triumph even if her target had yet to be put down.
Everyone going around sharing their names was nice. Touched Will's heart a bit to hear them all getting along so well. Family wasn't something he always revered positively, and don't get him wrong, it was way too soon to be tacking that on to any of these guys. It was the fact that for once, he was surrounded by like-minded individuals who all had a common goal in wanting to see this place cleaned up a bit by the plague that ran through the neighborhoods. For once Will didn't have to look over his shoulder all the time to find that he couldn't count on anyone to have his back. Here within this bar and among these men, women, and coon, there was an overwhelming feeling of solidarity that he just couldn't quite put his finger on.
Will's ears picked up on the screaming first. Out of his own sheer strength he gripped his glass so hard it shattered from within his grasp because of the sudden jolt. The slightest change in the atmosphere was all it took to send Will's mind spiraling, but he couldn't afford the time to properly react and figure out what in the ******** was going on. One screamed turned into more screams and soon those were muffled out by bullets flying, glass breaking, and bullets spraying. "Get down!" Will threw his arm over whoever was closest as the bullet's direction was getting dangerously close to their large table that was almost directly in the middle of the bar. Will slammed hard into the ground and sprawled onto his back while using his forearm to shield his eyes from any splintering wood or falling glass. What kind of sick fool shoots up a place of commerce? With little time to think on his own questions, Will stood up but low and crouched as he moved through the bar. He'd duck lower if he had to when it counted as the onslaught didn't seem like it was letting up anytime soon. He would forcibly bring civilians down to their knees if it meant keeping them alive while they tried fleeing for the back door. There had to be dozens of men outside pumping lead into the place. The bartender who gave his group a hard time now lay on the floor weeping just as loud as the gun shots that brought on this pathetic display. "Yeah, you sit tight, big guy. Everything's gonna be alriiiight." He placed a hand on the man's back to reassure him only to find his eyes wandering to a ring that adorned his hand. A titanium ring. Better than all of the other trash he laid his sights on while they were mingling. "For the rude remarks to my friend, I'm gonna have to confiscate that till you learn how to play nice!" Will yelled over the commotion while taking the ring from his finger with or without his say so.
He clutched it in a balled fist, shut his eyes tight, and concentrated for a brief moment while his body shifted from his brown skin to resembling the metal that he just chose to absorb. It would have to do for now as he began guiding people towards the back exit, his body used as a shield for what it was worth.
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