Super Hero RPG

[Doc 42]

The Hornet crouched down, spinning and tripping Kevin up. He spun around and kicked his foot down onto the boy, pinning him to the ground. His arm blade was held just above Kevins throat. He growled again "I told you... we are closed... Mister Granger isnt home right now..."

[C S]

Kevin laughed and said "Im going to believe a guy that built you, one of the best super villain minds of the world, would simply leave his base aloone? The fact I found him was a miracle"

[Doc 42]

The Hornet glanced around the deserted back room of the video store and said "this is a video store... not an evil base... I think you watch these films a bit to often..."

[C S]

The person behind the Deathstroke mask made a face and then pulled out the pistols he got. "Got these from Nebbletrix, now, tell me where he is"

[Doc 42]

The Hornet retracted the blade and said "So you did... remove the mask, kid. Neeblestrix is away and doesnt want to be disturbed." A whirring sound came from his head as his iris's switched, searching the boy for electronic devices...

[C S]

"I dont want to remove the mask, now im just gonna hang around, think about buying a DVD, the works" Deathstroke said in almost a chuckle, getting to his feet.

[Doc 42]

The Hornet let him up and walked back into the shop, glanceing around. He growled "I told you, were closed. Take off the mask, then tell me what you want Malcom for. I'll make sure he finds out you were here..."

[C S]

"Just say Deathstroke left a note" Deathstroke dropped the tracking chips and walked out the door.

[TyrantTR]

Jake woke up in a hospital bed, a tube conected to the casual liquid was connected to his wrist. Casts were already on his broken arms. He let out a groan trying to look around the room, he was to tired. Jake couldn't close his eyes, he didn't want to go to sleep, right now it was all nightmares, the symbiote could completely control his subconsious mind when needed, and it's past difficulties and struggles raged through Jake's head like a thunderous storm. Metaphorical demons, apearing in the dreams, repeating the tragedies, as if the symbiote was playing them, like on a tape, over and over and over. As if to remind itself, like writing "never again with a dagger on Jake's brain. It was adaptive, so adaptive it was scary. But Jake wasn't thinking much of it at the momment, he was thinking of the fight, and what had happened to him.

[Doc 42]

The Hornet picked up the chip in his hand, studieing it. He flicked into the air and when it fell, it landed with a metalic click into a humans hand. Roger put the chip back down on the counter, leaning up against it and watching the door. The shop wasn't supposed to open today thankfully enough.

[TyrantTR]

The faint sound of a motercycle engine was soon aparent in the Video store. The sound became louder and louder, soon it was almost as if it was right next to the shop. Instantly the headlights emerged from the street, Brutis ontop of the bike, lifting it up to a weelie. The bike hit the curb, violently lifting into the air, while Brutis leaned, the wheels slamming into the window, sending chunks of glass flying across the room as the bike landed perfectly, the resignating sound of the shards hitting the floor filled the room, but only for a momment, Brutis, wearing no helmet, stepped off the bike, ripping a knife out of the ignition, wich was wired and obviously messed with. he kicked the bike over, really not caring for it's value. He chucked the knife backwards, it impacted the wall embeding itself solidly inwards. "So this is were the slimeball works? thats funny." the boy said not paying much attention to Roger.

[Doc 42]

Roger didn't even flinch as the motor cycle crashed through the window pane. He said in a bored monotone "You know, its shocking the first time... rage enduceing the second time... but the third time, you just stop careing...."

[TyrantTR]

"Thats what I figured seeing how many young teenagers have broken through here. Prinston has been monitoring this street for a while." Brutis replied. "Prinston up in his big ******* prinston tower, while you, are working for some money deprived maniac, probably working in the bacement of this garbage dump."

[Doc 42]

Roger nodded slowly, saying "Ah ha.... So if i'm the guardian of the garbage dump... and you are the soilder of the big ******* prinston tower... Should we be having this conversation?" He raised one eye brow in question and waited for an answer

[TyrantTR]

Brutis sighed, crossing his arms. "The amazingly greedy of the big ******* princeton tower wants to meet mr. basement man. For whatever reason he wants it to be immedieate. He says tell your 'master' 'Harris Princeton' wants to see him..." Brutis paused. "And please feel free to laugh at that name."

[Doc 42]

Roger chuckled and said "master? I persume you are talking about the raving lunitic... I'll tell him right away... Any other details you wish to pass on? "

[TyrantTR]

"He seems to think the name will remind the 'raving lunitic' of something, but I really don't know." Brutis leaned against a book shelf. "I'll wait here..."

[Doc 42]

Roger shruged saying "Very well..." Back in the base, a message popped up on Neeblestrixs computer. His jaw dropped open slightly as he read the name. He quickly replied to the Hornet and rushed out of the room, heading back to the store. Roger said "Raving lunitic is en route...."

[TyrantTR]

Brutis, looked at the floor expecting to be waiting, not really knowing what the mans build was. He tapped his foot lightly, almost bored with the whole flow of things. Nor did he really care much for old 'freinds' meating eachother, or for that matter escorting the old freind. He sighed again, showing his displeasure in beeing here. "retarded *** symbiotes.

[Doc 42]

Roger said questioningly "Symbiotes? What are they?" Neeblestrix's cart jammed to a hault the stores basement. He hopped out of the cart, checked that his micro uzi was loaded and hid it beneath his jacket. He put on a baseball cap and started to walk upstairs to the shop...