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The Deep Well (Bartleby) Sunday, January 11, 2009 - 6:51 pm

An electric tingle behind his sunken eyes warned him, somehow he had been perceived. Bartleby wasn't overly concerned, even discounting himself, the city was a veritable clearing house for potent magicians and sorcerers. He rose into the air and made his way to Ambrose; a being he rarely encountered but considered something of a contemporary nonetheless. He spoke to the druid, though he kept himself veiled from the others. "That invader stands to profit greatly by working with the Earth's champions to end this invasion. Whether he will pursue profit or remain loyal to his master's cause, is something else entirely. Bid your comrades listen, and mayhap truck with him, but rely on nothing. If negotiations fail, there is yet another option."

Anonymous Monday, January 12, 2009 - 5:36 pm

Messchin regarded the human solider coolly. He half admired this simple challenge and was almost inclined to take it up. But greater things were at stake. If his bargain with the transdimensional paid off he could restore the Empire to its former glory. Then every planet in the cosmos would kneel at his jackboot. "Human," he called brusquely, "I am far too old for adolescent posturing. You think your outmoded chivalry holds any store with the glorious Master Race? Unless you heed my offer we will continue to fight until we or you or this entire pathetic world is nothing more than ashes."

Witch of Endor (Witch_woman) Tuesday, January 13, 2009 - 4:17 pm

A tiny, ancient figure appeared over the shoulder of the silent mage. \gray:"Dang it, feller! I done bin lookin' all over fer ya! Shoulda knowd that ye was in the middle o' sumthin troublesome."} The old woman was astride a six foot long oaken staff, much like the witches of old were supposed to be seen on haunted October eveenings with full, pumpkin moons. Peering closely, she spotted the other fellow hanging in mid air, " I see ye thar in-between, mister. I gotta tell ye that muh friend hyar doan understan' a thang thet yer sayin'. I ain't never heared the kinda language he parleys neither." The old woman beamed beneficently as if she were a grandmother speaking to a grandchild in a cozy living room and not hovering way up in the air, talking to two very powerful men.

The Deep Well (Bartleby) Monday, January 19, 2009 - 9:46 pm

Bartleby steepled his fingers and smiled through his sack-like hood at the old witch. "Hail to thee wild woman, warm woman, wise woman. I am Bartleby, the Deep Well. 'Tis my intention to shed sparse light on the motives of the invader below," he pointed a finger at Messchin who was in the midst of a tense discussion with the Colonel. "He has good reason to help the assembled defend this world from his own kind. But if you do not think you can trust him, I know a secret way to the hidden and secured fastnesses of their vessel."

Ambrose (Ambrose) Wednesday, January 21, 2009 - 9:45 am

Ambrose regarded his fellow mage with a slight look of confusion; not for the manner or nature of the meeting, but for the very reason Endora named. Since his friend and this stranger spoke the same tounge, he left conversing to the witch and stood in wait for whatever should come next.

Witch of Endor (Witch_woman) Wednesday, January 21, 2009 - 5:50 pm

Endora nodded, "I ain't rightly shore whatsa goin' on, but anybody what offers ta betray they own kind aint ta be trusted nohow! Best take ye up on yer offer ta see the secret way. And thank ye fer the kind words; yer one slick talker. Got a name I kin use ta call ye by stranger?"

The Deep Well (Bartleby) Wednesday, January 21, 2009 - 5:53 pm

"I had not realized that my fellow ancient had not...acclimated as well as I had to these modern tongues. As time is of the essence, I will tell you good lady, that you might relay this to all concerned. In any event, if things do not work out, there will be a door that can take any who pass through it to the Gloaming Realm, the dark, stark, and quiet counterpart to this reality. In that place of twilight and shadows, seek out the Shady Nook, a book shop in the East End. In said bookshop, a door into darkness will lead into the invader's hold. I will trust your eyes to find the way, but be warned that any who take this route will be indebted to me. Now I must away, there are other things that require my attention." He sank into the shadow of the alley and stole into the Gloaming Realm.

Taraqha (Taraqha) Saturday, January 24, 2009 - 1:13 pm

Having been separated from his new friend during the time they where attacked, the tiger man was trying to find him again... but stumbling onto him now was just a coincidence as he peaked out of an alleyway. He was out here looking to protect people from the attack he saw coming down on the city, the fact that his friend was here was nice to see though. He set by watching for now making sure no one was around that would try and capture him.

He's a Big Fella (Colonel) Wednesday, January 28, 2009 - 1:54 pm

The Colonel's lips turned to a slight smirk, as though the other mechanical alien was amused by something the other siad. "And what, oh what, do we must do for the end of bloodshed and ruination? How can we stop that ever swinging sickle of Death, deny the cold grave one more day?" The uniformed man had forgone politeness and was now grinning broadly. "What slung arrows might we miss by listening to sage words as they come forth? Is it indeed possible to grad the hand of fate by the wrist before it deals deuces for our final hand?" The possible structured response to the invader seemed rapidly to be desolving into ramblings, euphemisums for death that were now interspersed with chuckles. "Oh but to still the pipes, to calm the ravage hunger of destiny! To keep black sails furled one more day, to stuff a single grain back into the top of the hour glass of life!" Now the old soilder was not simply laughing, but cackling full out. Tears streamed from his eyes as the fighter struggled to continue, one arm wrapped around his heaving chest. The sense of his speech was easily heard as little more than a jumbled mess, yet still on he went. "Oh, to slather the toast of causation with the butter of virtue! To climb the mountain of divination from the sqwallers of cowardece! To sail deep the sun of deep salvation! To starve the worms and force them on a diet! To cling by the fingers to the crumbling ledge of chance and pull yourself up by your eye teeth! To wash away the stink of the skunk of oblivian with the tomato sauce of hope!" This crazed babbling continued, only words became no more than single utterances shouted aloud, broken from their kin but pauses of breathlessness from hooting guffaws.

Anonymous Wednesday, January 28, 2009 - 3:41 pm

Messchin marched forward and grabbed the soldier. "I don't have time for this! I want to despose my leader, you I assume want this attack to end. The only way we can both achieve our objectives is too help each other." He turned to the other supers. "Who is with me?" He called.

Ambrose (Ambrose) Wednesday, January 28, 2009 - 4:14 pm

Ambrose did waht had become familiar to him in this strange realm; the mage turned to Endora and looked pointedly at her. Though not good at the verbal arts, the two had gained some form of communication: He would await the other's action in response to some situation, and follow her lead.

Witch of Endor (Witch_woman) Wednesday, January 28, 2009 - 5:53 pm

Endora was not at all sure what she thought about the open ended "deal" that the smooth-talkiing fellow had offered, but the destruction below was a solid indicator that something had to be done. And she was loathe to trust in the good will of a traitor. She called after the mage, "I will be resposible fer acceptin' the offer, but not muh friend here. He doan know what it tis what is bein'asked!" She had no idea if the fellow heard her or not, but smiling to Ambrose, she held out his hand to him and pointed to the opening with the other. She figured that he would understand and go with her into the Unknown.

Taraqha (Taraqha) Saturday, January 31, 2009 - 12:22 am

The tiger man pulled his cloak over his head heading over to check on his friends condition, he was acting rather out of sorts as he was when he left him. He relied on his covering to hide his visage from the others, not realizing they more than any could feel his unearthly psychic energies. "Colonel are you well?" he asks tentatively.

He's a Big Fella (Colonel) Monday, February 9, 2009 - 8:03 pm

There was no response but the breathless laughter, the android seemed unable to control his emotions.

Anonymous Wednesday, February 11, 2009 - 11:54 am

Messchin released the soldier in disgust. "If you won't help then you will be destroyed." He turned to the android squad. "Advance! Crush all resistance." He returned back to the super. "Starting with you!" He raised his arm and fired his laser straight at the soldier.

He's a Big Fella (Colonel) Friday, February 27, 2009 - 1:45 am

In his fit, the Colonel sagged a bit to one side, causing the shot when it came to connect with his right shoulder. As would be expected in such an attack, clothing turned instantly to ash and skin burned away. Yet under these normal outer coverings was found not white bone, but a metal casing. It seemed that the attack triggered something in the now-revealed android, for the laughter suddenly stopped. n a heartbeat's worth of silence, the man machine sprung suddenly forward from his crouched position, yelling a wordless cry as he sprung toward the other alien in a grapple.

Anonymous Sunday, March 1, 2009 - 6:36 am

Messchin fell back, surprised by the move. Getting old, he cursed himself. He tried to force the android off using the enhanced strength of his armour and made a lunge with his hook hand toward the machine's face.

The spiked (Porcupine) Tuesday, March 3, 2009 - 2:17 am

Ben watched the exchange out of curiosity. The warrior's offer and the Colonel's behavior had him slightly confused. How could he trust such an invader and what was up with the Colonel? The tiger thing had it right when he asked the question. Just what was wrong with him? Then the attack started up again and the two started to fight. Ben couldn't get a clear shot on the alien so he didn't even try. He was also surprised to see that the Colonel wasn't human, but a robot or android himself. At least he was on their side. While this was happening, he didn't know how but an android had snuck up behind him. When the hairs on the back of Ben's neck went up, he knew something was wrong and he barely had enough time to duck just as a rocket punch was thrown and ended up hitting the chunk of concrete in front of Ben. The android hand went right on through to the other side. Ben took in a large breath of relief and managed to roll to the side, half in shock and half trying to save himself a beating. When he got up he found himself on the wrong end of an open chest plate. "Oh ****" Was all Ben could say as he purposely fell forward and landed flat on his face, the missile missing him by just inches and lost its target. It unfortunately hit the ground not to far away from Ben, causing an explosion and the shock wave to blow him across the concrete, scraping up his arms in the process. He landed at the toes of the old woman. In a flash he was up and on his feet. "What are you doing here? You should be as far away from here as possible ma'am. You and your friend here." Ben had to shout over the sound the androids and police were making in the fight. The two did look out of place with what they wore, but he didn’t think much about it, especially with a battle going on literally just feet away.

Anonymous Wednesday, March 11, 2009 - 6:17 pm

Messchin paused in his attack gauging the robot's strength and realising it was equal to his own. He pulled away and got back to his feet. Squabbling with these humans was getting him no where. He had to take the mothership with your without their help. If they were not going to take on Anose he'd have to do it himself. He had already concealed a loyalty override programme into his battle armour which when transmitted would give him total control over the forces on the ground. Maybe they would be enough to defeat the troops loyal to the furher. Maybe . . . (occ animal shall I beam back aboard with my androids and take on Anose? Is it time to bring this SL to its gripping conclusion?)

The spiked (Porcupine) Thursday, March 12, 2009 - 1:38 am

Ben watched the exchange out of curiosity. The warrior's offer and the Colonel's behavior had him slightly confused. How could he trust such an invader and what was up with the Colonel? The tiger thing had it right when he asked the question. Just what was wrong with him? The two then started to fight. Ben couldn't get a clear shot on the alien so he didn't even try. He was also surprised to see that the Colonel wasn't human, but a robot or android himself. At least he was on their side. He noticed how the androids and cops didn't do a thing. No order was given, but anticipation was building up. Both sides seemed to want this to end. The androids wanted to the city to end, and the cops wanted the androids to be pulverized and for the battle to be over, simple enough right? The cyborg pulled away and seemed to think something over rather quickly. Ben raised a palm in its direction, ready to take the head shot when needed. (OOC: Wouldn't let me edit my other post so this one will do. Noooooot just yet DM, Follow what Jay suggested but in the end, the ship blows up with both Anose and Messchin. That will be how it'll end. I'll send you an e-mail)

The Dark Monarch (Darkm) Sunday, March 29, 2009 - 3:35 pm

(ooc hello not sure what's happening now? do I need to post again? Please help me )

Anonymous Monday, June 1, 2009 - 5:50 pm

Messchin needed time to think. To attack Anose with just his own forces could be too great a gamble. He needed time to think and establish a base of operations. He sent a signal to his troops ordering them to fall back.

Keeper of the Balance, Promoter of Equilibrium (Graywarden) Tuesday, August 11, 2009 - 12:31 pm

A lonly pedestrian. A dark alleyway. A handful of desperate theives. - The usual setup. Gray Warden has witnessed a countless amount of these scenerios within his time on Earth. It knew the drill. "Give me the bag, lady!" said the thug. His two companions tried their best to look just as menacing as their leader. "I don't have anyyhing! I use checks!" cried the terror-stricken old woman. The homeless man down the way made a sudden hiccup then fell back into his disturbed slumber. "We ain't got no time for this. Give us what you do got." He eyed the worn wedding ring. The woman cowered away. It was quick, efficient - the homeless man sudden appeared out from the shadows. With little effort he threw two of the thugs against the brick wall. One squirmed to get up only to be stepped into submission. The remaining copatriot, the leader of the opeation, was dazed for a second then recognized what just happened. Obviously a new situation for him. He withdrew his attention from the crone and pulled out a medium-sized pocket knife. The homeless man's gaze did not reach the crook or the victim. "That was hardly an even encounter of wills," said the vagrant. "This being's structure is aged greatly. Fragile. Nearing what you call death." He spoke the word "you" as if it meant more than the burglar. From behind two greatful arms wrapped around the defender. The thug was still ready to fight with his little peice of sharpened metal. "Even just you is too great a challenge. She requires a chance at success." The homeless man looked towards them. Their faces became contorted and confused as they stared into his glowing eyes. "Don't worry. I'll balance the odds." With swift movement he broke an arm and and a leg of thug. A sharp scream of pan filled the air. "There you go. You are now free to recommence the encunter." He walked away back into the night. The old woman and the crippled assaulter stared at one another.

Misty Jordan (Cyborg) Friday, March 26, 2010 - 9:01 pm

(From:Stenton Tower Hotel, Offices) For the first time in her life, Misty was scared and did not know what to do. If she went back to the police station, the Mocker might be around. She couldn't go back to the hospital, she had to find Racer and travis. Misty began to walk to her apartment building. (TO: Walden apt block RM 206 Misty's Place.)

The Angel of Truth (Verity) Wednesday, August 25, 2010 - 4:19 pm

(OOC From Prodigy Inc. Storage) Verity allowed herself to laugh at she flew down the street. It was somewhat reckless to fly at this height; she was no more than around fifty feet from the ground, soaring in between the skyscrapers and towering blocks on either side. But then, there was precious little she was going to collide with. Some pedestrians stood and stared, others pointed. Children waved, while many sneered. So many more were simply indifferent to the superheroine as she glided through Downtown. She loved to fly. Back when she had learned of her power, when all it consisted of was simply hovering around her large, empty house, she had been somewhat scared. But now, now she would stay in the air for hours at a time. If she could, she would live there. She remembered lazy Saturday afternoons when she would eat a chilli dog, resting on the top of the Flatiron building, watching the streets below for any sign of trouble. She pledged to find another building in this city that could serve as her look-out point. When Verity was just learning her ability, she had taken a tumble more than once. She would look down and fear would take over, a fear of what she had become. One look at her legs dangling in space, and suddenly the young woman had fallen onto the ground, her powers gone. It had taken months before she even got onto the roof of her house. She had always had a mild fear of heights, but this was finally broken on that day; she realised that she could fly, no matter what, and that she would never plummet to her death. After that realisation, the superheroine had rushed for the clouds and never looked back. She'd even taken up ornithology, soaring as she did with the birds, but her interest had waned when she realised the terrified avians fled at the sight of her. Humans weren't meant to fly. Verity was going at a light pace; around 30mph, fast enough to cover some good distance in the city, not fast enough for her to miss anything important. But the city felt oddly... quiet. It was not for lack of trying. Traffic was snarled up, the citizens were crushed on the street, and the noise of the urban jungle was evident even from her vantage point fifty feet up. But there were no vampires leaping from the alleyways, no alien invasions, no marauding robots. Verity was almost disappointed. Spiritus lightly chastised her. You wish people to suffer so you can get some action? No no, Verity replied to her blade. Just thought you wanted to dust off the cobwebs a little. Spiritus sent a vibration through her soul that Verity had always translated as akin to a raspberry. I lasted a millenia with no action. A few weeks will not harm me. Aha! So you are from the Crusades! Spiritus had never truly explained its origins to Verity, much to her frustration. Am I? The blade replied, innocently. Verity chuckled at the absurdity of it all; here she was, gliding down a busy city street fifty feet up, having an argument in her mind with an ancient sword. An ancient, stubborn sword. Perhaps she had lost her mind many years ago and this was all a dream. Nay, not a dream. Your dreams are distant and draped in darkness. Verity was taken aback by that, and slowed in the air. She looked over her shoulder, just catching a glimpse of Spiritus' pommel protuding. You know my dreams? I see them. I keep telling you, I am a part of you. Without you, I am nothing. "Yeah, well, without you, I'm not much either." Verity said out loud, descending to the street slowly. A wave of frustration from the blade. That is not true. You have this power. I am simply an extension of it. "Yeah yeah," Verity replied, unconvinced, as she touched down on the crowded street, ignoring the astonished looks from the passers-by. "C'mon, let's go get some food. I'm in the mood for a chilli dog."

The Angel of Truth (Verity) Friday, August 27, 2010 - 7:19 am

Bah. That was the fourth street vendor she'd spoken to, and the fourth time she'd been told that "only New Yorkers eat that garbage." Nice folk. All she wanted was a chilli dog. They gave you indigestion anyway. Pah. So I burped on a couple of vamps before I turned them into dust. Verity walked down the street, giggling to herself. She loved the fact that when Spiritus had first started to whisper to her it had been in a low, monotone voice. There was little personality to be heard, just an insistent mumble of the powers that she could wield. Now, the sword and Verity would spend hours arguing with one another. It was the way friends would argue; over petty, meaningless things with no hostility meant and no offence taken. The blade was her best friend, and while some would say that was just a little bit depressing (or even somewhat schizophrenic) Verity would not have it any other way. Besides, it wasn't as if she was any good at making friends with people made of flesh and blood. The light smell of cooking meat brought Verity to a Chinese kiosk; her stomach rumbled at the thought of food. One thing Verity had always found was that, despite her being able to stay flying indefinitely, she would consistently get hungry. The superheroine would generally eat six times a day, but her waist was still slim and her fitness levels never dropped. She remembered working with a super in New York who had needed to eat almost constantly to keep up with his metabolism. "It's one thing they never tell you when you sign up to be a superhero," he had laughingly told her. "You eat by the truckload." "Wha' you wan'?" The elderly Chinese lady barked at her. "Um, can I get some chicken chow mein with yo min?" "Course you can. Gimme wan minute." Suddenly her order was shouted into the back in Mandarin. Verity smiled; she might not be able to get a chilli dog in this city, but at least some things didn't change from place to place. Handing over a ten dollar bill, the Chinese lady squinted. "You new here lady?" Verity nodded. "Just got into town the other day." "Aah. You good or bad person?" The superheroine was taken aback. "Sorry?" The Chinese woman let out a cackle. "You got big sword on back. You think I no know super when I see wan?" Verity still wore a frown, but smiled at the friendliness of the woman. "Yeah, I'm a superheroine." "Aah, so good person then. That good. You no destroy shop." Verity barked a laugh. "You have trouble with villains, then?" "Oh lady, you know you in City of Supers now. We get all people here. Some good, some bad. Bad people wan' Chinese too. They still eat. But sometime they wanna destroy shop too. No good for business. How we serve noodle then?" Verity's frown disappeared. "I guess I never thought you'd just see supervillains walking down the street eating stirfry." "Why no? All people like my noodle. They all come eat here." Verity's steaming hot noodles were passed from the back, sitting in a neat box with two chopsticks protuding from the top. "You come back to me next time you hungry. You nice lady. You stop bad thing happen to my shop, ok?" Verity giggled as she took the box of noodles. "I'll be back," she promised the woman. "You better, pretty lady!" the vendor called back, a large grin on her face. Verity hungrily tucked into the delicious noodles. See? Not all bad people. Perhaps you should simply stand guard outside her kiosk? It sounds like you might meet some villainous foe soon enough. Verity chuckled. Perhaps she could grow to like this city after all.

The Angel of Truth (Verity) Monday, August 30, 2010 - 9:42 am

So, what is the big plan now? Are you just going to fly around the city, looking for bad guys? No, I figure we should help some people out. Maybe check in at the local hospital, heal some scars, y'know? Interesting idea. Did you remember to bring your map? Verity grimaced. In New York, with its gridded roads, easy layout and obvious landmarks, she could find any place she wanted even if she were a thousand feet up. Here, the city seemed more haphazard. The streets jutted off the main roads like branches off a crooked tree, the buildings clumped together in uneven rows and blocks. It was certainly a unique city, but hellish to navigate around. Verity thought to ask for directions, but whenever she steered toward anyone on the crowded street they gave her a wide berth. Funny. In Manhattan, I was fending them off with a stick. So I'm regarded as merely a 'stick' now? Don't start. Just because I tried to draw you against that reporter the one time. He was innocent. He was nagging. And I wasn't going to run him through. Just scare him. I am not a deterrent. When you draw me, you must be prepared to use me. He was a reporter for the New York Times! I probably would have got a medal for slicing his head off! Irregardless. Bah. It's not like I could lift you anyway. I am the Sword of Truth. I can only be used- -for noble purposes, yadda yadda, yeah I remember orientation. I'm only joking, my friend. Hmm, I'm sure. Ask these people for directions. Verity looked at a young family coming toward her; the parents' attention was occupied with their six-year old son who pranced in front of them. They didn't see Verity until she was standing directly ahead. "Excuse me-" "Woah, cool sword!" The six-year old exclaimed. The parents jerked back, the Mother placing a protective arm across her son's shoulder. "Stay back, super." The father growled quietly. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need some directions. Please? I'm kind of new here." The Mother's arm tightened, but the boy's excitement grew. "Cool! A superhero wants our help! We're gonna be famous! Can we help her, Dad, can we?" The Father sized up Verity, casting a worried glance at the 'twins' and the sword strapped to her back. "Alright," he said, above his child's cheers of glee. "But make it quick. Where do you want to go?" "To a hospital. Preferably a large, busy one." The Mother narrowed her eyes. "Why?" Verity looked at the woman, briefly understanding her position. Here the woman was, confronted by an unknown person with three weapons in plain sight while holding her son in her arms. To top it off, this armed super was asking her the location of the nearest group of weak citizens. "To help," she said, as earnestly as she could. "I'm a healer." The boy's eyes widened further. "SUPERcool!" The parents weren't convinced. "Do you heal the people you chop up?" Verity sighed. "I fight evil. I heal the good." The Mother barked a laugh. "And I bet you don't care who gets in your way." "No, I promise you that's not it." The superheroine fidgeted nervously. "Look, I understand you've probably had your fill of supers, but I really do want to help out." "C'mon Mom! Let her help!" Bless that child. Verity knelt down and smiled warmly at the boy, who was still held in place by his Mother's hand. "What's your name, sweetie?" While her social skills were somewhat suspect, she always found it easy to speak to children. "Ben. What's yours, lady?" "My name is Verity, Verity Jones. Now your parents are doing the right thing, because they don't know who I am. But I'd like to show them something. Now, I know a young man like yourself must have fallen over or banged your head or something like that recently?" "Yeah, I kinda hit my arm yesterday." "Falling off the bed," his Father added in a dry tone. "Listen, are you going to show us your amazing healing powers?" Verity looked up. "Was planning on it, yes. If that's alright with you." The Father glanced down at his wife. "Honey, I think she's okay." The Mother harumphed under her breath, but lifted her arm slowly. Ben immediately ran forward and showed off his arm, complete with a large, blue-black bruise. Verity calmly put her hand over the arm and concentrated... ...breaking down the dead tissue, pumping fresh blood into the clot, healing the nerve endings... ...and just like that, the child's arm was as new. "Cool!" Ben whooped, loudly. "Thank you, lady!" Verity smiled and straightened, facing Ben's still-wary parents. "That's all I want to do. I give you my word." The Mother sighed loudly. "Fine. Mercy and Grace Hospital is your best bet. Follow this street toward the coast, turn right before you hit the docks." Verity nodded, thankful. "Thank you." Ben thrust a dirtied finger up his nose. "'Zat all you can do, lady?" Verity laughed. "No, I can also do this." And suddenly she was airborne again, smiling down on the stunned family, shooting them a friendly wave. "Thank you again!" She shouted, before turning toward the coast. That's three convinced, several million to go. ((OOC To Mercy and Grace - and shorter posts!))

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 1:53 pm

(From Travis Place) As they drove down the street, Travis tried to remember where that market was. Ah, now he saw it. "There it is Raven, pull in the lot and you can help me pick out the food." Travis said. He wondered how long Raven would stay with him? If jason was going to form a hero group, Raven would cost alot to feed him. Unless he moved in somewhere else?

Beware The Cry of The (Raven) Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 2:12 pm

Raven did as requested, the smile on his face showing he was hapy to comply. He seemed to like Travis, and had made no mention of moving on. True, he technically worked for the Catt's woman, but he hadn't heard a peep about getting back to his job so he was cool with crashing at Travis' place. He didn't know about the super hero group yet, but there was little wonder that they wouldn't want him. After all, he'd done nothing special as of yet; just slept on the guy's floor and eaten his food. The Greaser got out, took Travis' chair from the back, popped it open, then made to help the cripple out.

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 2:29 pm

"Thanks Raven, you come in handy sometimes." Travis said as he let raven help him into his chair. Jason was suposed to call a meeting and get the people he was with to Talk about forming a group, so they could all track down those Commandos and then hit the military Instulation? What was taking him so long, Travis wondered? And what was this about a 8yr old sister? Travis hoped he was not baby sitting, for they had work too do! He looked up at Raven, "Lets go shopping friend. Will get the frozen stuff last."

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 2:41 pm

Raven went to push Travis done the street, but when he tried to pass a group of men loitering on the sidewalk, one of them moved in his way. The others, about six total, walked around the duo until they formed a ring. They were close enough that the Greaser and inventor could tell personal higyne was not high on their to do lists. The brunt in front of them was taller than even Raven in his boots, and had formitable muscle bugling on his tattooed arms that ran up to a leather vest. His face was a mass of jewelry, and chapped lips made kissy motions at the two. "Aww, how sweet. And just where are you two love birds off to today?"

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 2:58 pm

When Travis saw the men, he winced. For he still had a hurt arm, Jin did a fantastic job on it, but his arm was in a sling. Now he wished jason, Jin or even Colt was with him instead of Raven. He liked raven, but Travis did not know anything about him realy! He still had his Taser in his pocket, but against all of these men he could only hit one if lucky? But being Travis he did not back down, as he looked to the leader he said. "You must be tuff indeed if you get your jolly's picking on the wounded."

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 3:07 pm

The lead brute grinned at Tavis with broken and stained teeth. "Picking? Naw, we're just out here making sure the sidewalks stay safe. We figured a couple like you, you'd be happy ta' give a 'donation' ta' our cause." The bullish man took a step closer to Travis.

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 3:28 pm

From all his time with jason in L.A, he knew these men wanted more then a donation, Travis was not stupid. "Oh, well why didn't you say so." Travis said as he looked like he was about to get his wallet. Travis may have been a cripple, but that did not mean he was slow. Infact he worked out his upper body and arm reflexes every other day. He was no super, but he was almost as quick as jason as far as refexes went. Travis pulled out the taser, aimed and fired at the man pretty darn fast. He just hoped he hit, and that Raven could do something.

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 3:34 pm

Travis hit with the tazer, and the man for a moment was stunned. But then, against the odds, he managed to reach up and pull out the prongs, which the brute threw on the ground. "Alright bos, they wanna be cute about this. Take 'em down!"

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 3:55 pm

Darn, Travis thought, he should have aimed for the head. But then he would have hit only rocks! Travis new he was in deep trouble, "Wanna help me out here." He called to Raven. Travis new he should have stayed in bed.

Beware The Cry of The (Raven) Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 4:27 pm

The head thug came in close to Travis, and swung a softball-sized fist at the boy's head. It would have hurt badly, had it ever connected. But the blow never came, and if the inventor chanced a look he'd see why. The knuckles meant for his head had been caught in midair, by the man behind him. "Yo, square. That ain't cool." The punk let out an unnatural howl as his wrist was twisted a hundred and eighty degrees. The motion was quick, simple, as though Raven had done it out of reflex. "You ladies find another dance, or this'll be a love tap."

Street Guardian (Racer) Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 4:43 pm

Travis was sure he was dead as he clearly saw the brutts fist coming at him. He had turned his head to dodge as best he could. When he didn't feel anything he took a peak. And he saw what Raven had done, the only person he knew who could do that was mabe Misty or whoever she was going by nowdays. Travis watched in fear and awe, wondering if the bullies were going to leave. If he got out of this alive, he may want to make Raven his personal Bodyguard! (OCC-Ooops, this was supose to be Anon! sorry!)

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 5:13 pm

The leader was shocked and overwhelmed with pain, but appearently this turn of events had failed t make him any smarter. "Get 'em! Get the lousy •••••, now!" The rest of the moron brigade closed in, ready for blood not their own.

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 5:27 pm

With a injured arm and paralized, stuck in a wheelchair for life Travis could do little, but hope and Pray Ravin could do more then what he had done. All he could do is try and defend himself with his one good arm. And that wasn't much! He needed to get a better weapon then a taser he thought, If he survived that is!

Beware The Cry of The (Raven) Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 5:51 pm

Raven let go of the leader, but a half second later followed up with a jab to the adam's apple. The stinking pile dropped like the trash he was, and the Greaser turned to face his next challenger faster than even Racer could move. This slime ball decided to make things interesting by drawing a switchblade, but the odd man seemed up or the challenge. The bully swiped with the blade, but failed to hit his target. The biker bent himself nearly in an L to slash out with a sidekick that would have made Bruce Lee jealous. The man flew backwards into a wall once the kick connected, and slumped to the ground with the wind knocked out of him. Another piece of filth tried to jump Raven while his back was turned, but ended up with an elbow in the solarplexus. The blow was hard enough for the foe to taste bile. Before he could recover, the Greaser followed up by dropping to a squat and lashing out with a leg sweep. The large man went down, and stayed there. Two more tried to sandwich the fighter between them, but lost in their attempt as the figure inbewteen them grabbed the one in front and picked him up completely, executing a perfect judo throw with took out the guy behind to boot. The last two might have given up, if they'd had a brain between them. Instead, one revealed a length of chain while the other pulled a stubbed nosed .38. What happened next would be hard for Travis to tell, for even in a city of the unusual none were likely to believe him. The chain snapped out at Raven's head, but he dodged as though the metal were going in slow motion. A boot scooted under the dropped switchblade, and kicked the weapon up several feet for the Greaser to grab out of the air. With a light toss he turned the blade the way he wanted it, and hurled it with pin point aim at the shooter. The tip of the knife stuck into the gun's barrel, right as the trigger was pulled. There was a small explosion, and the would be killer dropped to the ground to scream and rock as he cradled a stub that used to have a hand attached. The last remaining punk tried again with his weapon, only to have the undefeated form snatch the thing and yank, causing the other man to stumble forward. One solid hit to the head, and it was goodnight Sally. This entire fight from start to finish had taken the biker less than five minutes. Raven returned to behind Travis' chair, and resumed pushing him. "I'm hungry, wanna grab some lunch?"

Anonymous Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 6:20 pm

Travis could not belive his eyes at what Raven had done, Jason needed to take lessons from him Travis thought. "Next time dont pick on cripples." Travis said to the men, if they could hear him that is. Travis gave a nod to Raven, and smile. "Yeah, Im hungry too, from watching. That was like watching a Movie in 3D, only better." Travis thought he may have found another for Jasons super group he was trying to put together. "Lead on cube" Travis said happily.

Beware The Cry of The (Raven) Thursday, January 20, 2011 - 6:38 pm

Raven did as ordered, not in the least bothered by what had happened. He hummed 'Twilight Time' to himself, and wheeled Travis to the Waffle Place. (OOC: To Same)