Super Hero RPG

[Doc 42]

neeblestrix watched on his moniter as the last Strider exploded, peices of wreckage littering the street.

He looked over the screen towards Scaletail standing in the doorway. He grunted "Yes?" before bringing his eyes back to the screen, panning the drones view around, monitering the status of the other surviving Gekkos...

[TyrannoTitan]

Havoc snarled, tentacles lashing angrily, thirsting for destruction. One tentacle suddenly grabbed a speed sign, launching it forward at the man, its pointed edge threatening to impale him to the car...

[dinoman666]

Scaletail replied, "Do you have anything that could keep this at a constant temperature of about 35 degrees Celsius?" He stretched out his arms, gingerly placing the oblong egg on its side on the desk.

[The Kingpin]

Gaara brought a hand up, a tendril of sand swirling up and catching the stop sign, before swinging it back into the creature, knocking it off it's feet and slamming it into a wall, before crushing the sign and throwing it a short distance away, distorted beyond recognition...

[Doc 42]

Neeblestrix grunted "Go down to the weapons testing lab. There is a tempature unit in there, just make sure you set it right or you'll incinerate the thing.... It looks like a giant glass cage, should be in the far corner"

[dinoman666]

Scaletail nodded, picked up the egg, and headed down to the weapons testing lab. "Only a few more days, little guy," he hissed to the egg in his arms. "And then you'll be able to kill anything that comes here."

[raptor titanus3]

Boris, exclaimed Ivan Notrvich, Boris' younger brother as he walked forward to meet his brother after being apart for so long. Welcome to the city, Its good to see you again comrade, bellowed Boris in a friendly way that only Ivan ever recieves. How have you been doing lately, Said Boris while giving his brother a hug. Life has been great for me, plenty of buisness, lots of money, and I just purchased us a new home in a nicer part of the city, as they entered Ivan's Van. And you, hows it been,asked Ivan. I lost my job, thats why I've come here, said boris in a cold tone. Ohhh... well don't worry comrade because around here there are plenty of job opportunitys, exclaimed Ivan. After five minutes of driving from the meeting site they arrived at the new house, or should I say crumy two floor townhouse. This is your new home, asked Boris with surprise. Trust me, is big improvement from other home said Ivan after locking the car doors. Well, if you say so, grunted Boris.

[dinoman666]

"Look, I'm telling you, I don't have the money!" The man crossed his arms angrily at the form in front of him, behind the old, rickety shelf. The figure hissed back, "Then you don't get your stuff. A deal's a deal. I can't help it if you can't keep up your end of the bargain." The man reached into his coat, not taking his eyes off the figure. "You'll give me the stuff, now." There was a gurgling laugh, the two green glowing eyes shining slightly brighter as the figure leaned forward. "Is that a threat?" In a flash, the man whipped out a pistol from its hidden holster and fired several shots, the sound muffled by the cloying, dark basement. The shots seemed to have no effect. Instead, the form seemed to shimmer out of existence before the man's eyes. Another gunshot was heard, and the man stiffened, blood dripping from between his shoulder blades as he collapsed. Scinter stood behind the dead man, pistol still smoking, his goggles losing their glow. Putting the gun back into his vest, Scinter shook his scaly head. "You people just never learn, do you? I say it all the time to you guys..." He grabbed the corpse, dragging it to a square hole in the wooden wall. He shoved it into the hole, and it slid down the metal chute, to the underground chamber below, which held an underground spring, perfect for disposing of unwanted customers. "The customer isn't always right..."

[raptor titanus3]

OOC: Boris is a merc. so he'll wait for someone whos interested in hiring him, his brother is an arms dealer so he sort of sponsers his brother so if anybody wants to buy him as a hitman or something send an "email" to Ivan's online shop (or private message me and I'll make it into an Email from whoever's hiring Boris and the characters will meet)

The outside of the house wasn't so great, but the inside was better with a large couch and TV. A roomy kitchen with a new appliances. Two large bedrooms with their own small bathrooms. And a very large basement, perfect for keeping all of Ivan's stock of weapons and explosives. It's better in here, said Boris as he survayed the house before grabing a beer and falling onto the couch. Heh... it better be, I paided a lot for it, claimed Ivan as he sat down with Boris to watch TV with him.

[dinoman666]

Scinter walked out of the beat-up apartment he "lived" in, dusting off his jacket sleeves. With his hood up, he simply looked like an abnormally tall human, though he took great pains to hide is long tail, heading for an alley across the street. Another day, another transaction... he thought, looking around before scuttling into the alley.

[raptor titanus3]

OOC: We'll pick this up tomorrow, my parents want me in bed

Hey you got a hit from someone, exclaimed Ivan as he looked through his inbox. This quickly, wow you were right, said Boris as he walked over to Ivan's desk. It doesn't say who it's from so their ethier different from most or really high in the criminal most wanted listings, said Ivan as he turned off his computer. Where will we meet him, asked Boris. At a meeting site in downtown at 9:30 PM sharp, said Ivan as he unlocked the doors to his van. Were there any specifics to that email, asked Boris as he got in the van. When you're beginning in this city, they never do, claimed Ivan as he grabbed a homemade Molatov Cocktail from the back. Geez, what is it with you and explosives huh, asked Boris with panic as he spied it. What, it's a precaution, said Ivan as he put it in the enlarged cupholder where he always put it. You got thrown out of the force for making those things, exclaimed Boris with concern. Don't worry, I take pills for my obsession, claimed Ivan in a mellow tone. Boris still wasn't convinced and looked behind him and saw several boxes filled with TNT. Well then what are these doing here huh, this isn't exactly sane, exclaimed Boris as he reached for one behind him. Most of those are roadflares actually, they are apart of my stock, and the others are for demolition perposes, said Ivan.

[dinoman666]

"If this guy's as good as I think he is, I'll have plenty of people clawing at my door for his guns," muttered Scinter to himself, flipping a silver dollar into the air and catching it.

[TyrannoTitan]

Havoc lept forward, running on all fours like an animal before leaping at the man, screeching as the tentacles began wrapping around the man wildly, he himself slashing at the sand covering the man with his arm, which had morphed into an axe...

[C S]

The general stepped out the elevator, Galaak laying on his back, hands on his face, covering his eyes. The general walked over to the creature with haste and moved an arm, seeing emotionless dead black eyes. For a second, the general thought the alien being was dead, but then he remembered Galaak was an amphibious creature with the eyes to rival a great white. Galaak growle groggilly "Caffine....." The General replied "I told you not to leave the containment unit..." Galaak growled "You stay in a white room for hours, you could atleast have made it a different color...or put a poster up somewhere" The General replied "This used to be a torture devise, the white making the illusion of infenitive space and nothing in it, makes people go insane." Galaak growled "Right now im seeing the entire color spectrum" The General said "Id give you a pain killer, but I dont know how that will affect you..." Galaak groaned and rolled over to his side. The General pulled his long green sleeve back and spoke into his wrist watch "Intitiate sleeping quarters program" A few seconds later, in the back of the room, the tiled floor slid open, a bed rising up from the opening. The general said "Go get some sleep looks like you desperatly need it-you DO sleep, right?" Galaak made a confirming motion and got up, sluggishly walking to the bed, white sheets and pillows....just what Galaak needed, more white

[Hopeflower]

Everything was exactly as it had been last time she'd been here. The blood, the gun, the body...the tools used in her mother's murder... Yoruichi strode forward and nudged her father's corpse with the toe of one sandle. "You fool...you b******," she hissed, the hint of a snarl in her voice. "You caused my mother and I nothing but suffering. You sent her to her grave too young and made my life a living hell. Now I'll make sure that you don't have the honor of a proper burial. You don't deserve it at all." With an angry, distressed shout, she spun around and shot fire from her fingertips, igniting the room. Then she set fire to her father's body. "I'll see you in hell, dearest daddy," she snarled. "If you even make it that far." With that, she turned and walked out of the burning building. Next stop...Raito's grave... she thought, clenching her fist as she spread her wings and took to the darkened sky.

[C S]

"Subject shows very low brain waves, way lower than our wave length when we sleep, general" A voice said. "For the love of- we're losing him?!" A voice, the one of the general exclaimed. Galaak's eyes shot open, immediatly seeing he had been moved to some sort of laboratory, and wired up to a brain wave, heart rate, and respitory rate reader, and many more devices. The brain wave reader spiked and eyes turned from it to Galaak, who was lost for words. "...Do you do this to your extraterrestrial visitors....often?" Galaak growled sarcastically. A scientist replied "When we came to check up on you, you looked sort of...lifeless... but amy who, now that your awake, we now know that when you sleep, your brain activity is extremely low, implying that you don't dream" Galaak growled "What's a dream?" Another scientist replied "A dream is a series of events your mind projects while we, humans, sleep, we haven't put a definite cause of it yet, but are close" Another scientist said "While you were sleeping, we took the liberty of....taking a small DNA sample from you, and we have found suprising things about your genome." Galaak asked "Yes?" The scientist said "Your DNA seems to program your muscle cells to develop quickly, and strengthen much faster than we humans. Lifting a 40 pound weight would be extremely easy for you if, in theory, did 10 in a set twice a day for two days, impressive estimate" Galaak growled "And I bet you want to see if said estimates are right?" Another scientist said "He's intelligent too"

[Stallordasaurus Rex]

"Ha!" Dread punched a mugger in the face, grabbed him by the neck and threw him into another group of them coming from behind. "You don't know what your messing with, ******." He smirked, then chuckled. "Now, I suggest you run away, before I make you look like me, HAHA!" He revealed his horrid looking ribs and rotting flesh on his chest to the muggers. They all bolted. And with that, Dread transformed back into his human form. He headed back home...

[C S]

Galaak lowered the fourty pound weights. Two days have passed and the scientists were dumbfounded. Even if their hypothesis was proven right, it was amazing. In only a month of so, Galaak could build enough muscle to put the world's leading body builder to shame. Galaak blinked a few times before asking "Should I take my leave?" A scientist stuttered "B-b-b-b-b-b-b-" Before another implored "But there is so much to learn from you! We can better the human race by studying you!" Galaak responded "I am a member of the Ascatis race, the word human means as little to me as the word Xordian, I am a sentinent being that is not an animal- a guinie pig for your curious minds. I am happy to have amazed you for being what I am, really, I am, but I feel as if I've over stayed my welcome here. The information about this base will never leave past my lips in the outside world, and in a matter of time, the outer rims of the Galaxy" Galaak had begun to leave when he heard multiple clicks. Men in dark green suits stepped into the lab and drew their silver pistols. "We can't let you leave..little green man" Galaak muttered in an annoyed tone "I am NOT green..." Another replied with a Brittish accent "Oi, he's roit (mispelled to imply accent), he be a lilt fish man" Galaak bared his teeth, much larger and definitly more animalistic than human teeth, before darting out of the lab through a blast door, laser blasts rang out from the pistol weilding men which ensued to pursue the Ascatis. Galaak panted as he ran partially slumped over, eyes darting about trying to find a place to hide, or better, an exit...

[TyrantTR]

Jake stood arched over on top of the spire on a sky scrapper in the central part of the city. His eyes nonchalant, not a care or need in the world. The symbiote influenced him. It changed his perspective, his thoughts, his beliefs. It shared its knowledge with him, it taught him, it trained him.

Like there minds melded, they shared morals now. Civilization was screwed up, mankind, (can you even call it that anymore?) has lost all hope all of them scrambling around for there petty money and earthly goods. Death was inmate for all of them, but yet they choose to spend the small duration that is there existence killing each other off because they felt like it. Or because they needed to buy a loaf of bread to feed themselves.

Everything was twisted. A bunch of so called heroes shoving there morals into each others faces. No, no. That won't do. There can't be conflicting morals. There can't be ramifications. Like chickens in a farm. The good will live and the sick and bad will be killed.

And if the sick and the bad aren't killed, even if one of these so called "heroes" intervenes, the bad will find death breathing down there neck. Jake knew this very simply. He noticed how when released from prison the convicts were always happy, not that they learned there lesson but that they got out, they'd just as happily start the whole mess again. No, don't start it again, why don't we just end it before it even begins?

That's what Jake was going to do, he was going to end this before it began. A battle raged on in another part of the city. It had been catching Jake's attention. He sensed the sand wielder, but as well he sensed something familiar, something like him. But it was different. It was vile, and wicked, cruel and bloodthirsty.

Jake jumped from the building top, he flipped in the air digging his claws into the wall, slowing his quickening free fall. He hit a small crevice on the wall leaping off onto another building at equal level. His arm became engulfed in black liquid. His eyes rolled back as a dark, hideous face slithered over. The symbiote was in control. It bound forward into a wall sliding down into an ally. It was close. It could sense the battle.

It could feel it.

[C S]

"Target going Vertical!" An opperative in a silver plated suit said to another. "How? It's not like it can just...fly or something" The two stood at the entrance to a hall way, near the lab. One walked down the hall way, it. like everything else in the base was white,but the walls and floors were made of metal and the operative's foot steps made thumps as he went. A few minutes later he yelled "Joel! Come look at this!" Joel, who was still monitering the GPS signal given off by the chip in Galaak's shoulder on his wrist mounted mini computer ran into the hall way and caught up with the other agent. They looked at the elevator door, it was obviously pried open. "So thats how he plans to get to the surface,climbing the cable" Joel said. Greg, the other operative chuckled and said in a cynical tone "We have mutants, top secret cut-your-throat-off-if-revealed weapons, technilogical records of various Extraterrestrials across the universe, and years of public well being goes into hysterria in hours if he gets out!" Joel said, tapping on the keyboard on his wrist computer "He's not getting out if the base is on total lock down, and especially if the very top floor is absoutly covered with S.O.U agents.."