Days of Our Super Lives
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				Title: <strong>Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 08:58:13</strong>
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				<em>Metropolis city, 1700 hours</em><br><br>"Up next is the incredible Iggy, the fire guy!", the loud announcer said over the speaker system. For the hundredth time, he was about to step onto the stage to do his "illusion" or "Magic". What these people didn't know that it wasn't magic but merely his talent that he acquired. He wasn't normal, he was a freak. But what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. "Iggy", as he was called was his nickname for his freak name, Ignite. Why? You guessed it, he could play with fire.<br><br>Iggy stepped onto the stage and with one flick of his wrist, a wall of fire surrounded him and swallowed him, making the crowd gasp in shock. But, as though it was just a normal routine, he stepped out. The crowd cheered in disbelief. Iggy gave a slight bow before raising his arms up then wrapping them around him, causing the fire to shoot through him and making a figure appear behind him made out of fire. Iggy did a little dance and the fire man danced with him before disappearing. The crowd roared in amusement.<br><br>Going on for another 10 minutes, he finished with him tossing a ball of fire into the air and catching it then throwing it at the crowd but making it disappear and puff into smoke. After a standing applause, he went back into the backstage and took off his costume and back into his street clothes. <br><br>Walking home at night after an hour of performance was the worse part. Especially when it was raining. He hated the rain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 13:38:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Metropolis City</span>: Federal Reserve Bank</em></div><br>The Parvenu <em>loved</em> the rain.&nbsp; He loved how the greasy clouds churning unpleasantly overhead seemed to transform the world far beneath them into a Wonderland of deep shadows and hazy streetlights.&nbsp; He loved the smell of ozone wafting through his heavy copper mask, and the way the atmosphere seemed charged with ill portent.&nbsp; He loved the mist and the steam that rose from the ground as trillions of droplets barreled headlong into the earth.&nbsp; He loved the chill and the heaviness that gripped his body, and the childish energy that threatened to burst from the shackles of his heart.&nbsp; He loved the gentle pitter patter of water as it landed upon the thick iron chasse of his horde of grinning metal Deathbots, each the size of several silverback gorillas and brimming with all manner of pointy weapons, electrified batons, and crushing fists.&nbsp; He loved watching the globules collect together until they could no longer keep themselves in place, streaming down past gears and springs and complex mechanisms.&nbsp; <br><br>But most of all, he loved the fact that a certain other man in the city did <em>not</em> love the rain.<br><br>The Procacious Parvenu stood regally before the rows of rumbling machines, back straight and shoulders out and gloved fist pressed over his heart, head held high and demanding the obedience of all who gazed upon him.&nbsp; The effect would have been a bit more impressive if he was a few inches <em>taller</em> and his crimson robes weren't all saggy from the torrential downpour.&nbsp; <br><br>He was vaguely aware that people were screaming or running away in the background, but that only spurred him onwards.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Number 389!"</span></span> he crowed, gesturing to one Deathbot in the front row that had a face vaguely resembling Richard Nixon.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Straighten up a bit!&nbsp; I'm not going to let the government think I promote bad posture!&nbsp; I am many things, but weak-spined is not one of them!"</span></span><br><br>The robot obeyed immediately, shuffling from side to side and groaning metallically until his head reached the same uniform height as his brethren.&nbsp; Apparently satisfied, the Parvenu rolled up one sleeve and tapped a rather grandiose wristwatch that kept letting off jets of steam from its winder in small, whistling bursts.&nbsp; <br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Where is he?"</span> the villain muttered, putting his hands on his hips and turning from side to side with an air of impatience.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"I even sent him an invitation this time!"</span>&nbsp; He paused, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Unless..."</span><br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Number 412!"</span></span> he shouted, this time addressing a robot with no discernible head at all.&nbsp; Then, a bit more worriedly; <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"You don't suppose that Facebook page isn't actually his, do you?&nbsp; I mean, it's common for Heroes these days to have them, right?"</span></span><br><br>Number 412 just shrugged helplessly, lacking a mouth to answer with.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"Drat...&nbsp; Maybe it was just a fanmade page!"</span> the Parvenu moaned, slapping the side of his helmet.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"I should have realized after Angelina Jolie failed to respond to any of my Wall posts!"</span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 05:05:08</strong>
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				Without much warning, his watch started to beep a catchy little song with only beeps. It was his "theme song", which was nothing more than something he threw together on his computer using garage band. Nevertheless, it made him feel like a real hero.<br><br>Without much hesitation, Vince flipped open his phone and saw that there was a report of a robbery. "Parvy strikes again," he said with a deep sigh as he stepped into an alleyway. The alley was always his favorite, ever since he attempted to change in a phone booth, where he got stuck and didn't realized it had a glass back which caused a passer-by to get caught of a butt cheek. The memory made him shiver.<br><br>Donning his red and black costume, Vince threw his backpack full of his street clothes into a dumpster before throwing himself against the side of the building and climbing it like he was a spider until he got to the top. Running with speed, he leaped off and landed on the street, right in front of the bank.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"<strong>Parvy! My favorite villain, how are you doing buddy?</strong>"</span>. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Parvy, do we need to do this every time? I come in, you say something extra polite and then I chase you away.</strong></span>, he said with a grin. His mouth and eyes were the only visible thing through his mask. <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">And what's with the line up of your toys? Are you asking for them to get knocked over?</span></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 05:37:15</strong>
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				Julie was walking along a side alley not far from there, in her usual outfit, shirt open. A random punk was smoking on a corner, and when he saw her, he smiled at her and commented "Nice boobs, babe!" Julie gave him a dirty look, but inside was smiling. She was used to it, and she loved every dirty, inappropriate comment she got on the streets. As she turned the corner, a rain drop hit her head, and she looked up. It was starting to rain.<br><br>Julie did not mind the rain. In fact, as she saw a couple run for cover at a bus stop, as if each rain droplet was made of deadly acid, she couldn't help but giggle. She kept going, unconcerned, until she reached the convenience store. She went in and shook her wet shirt and skirt. She called up to the old man behind the counter "Hey! Bill!" The man frowned at her "You're walking like that again? What did I tell you last time? You're gonna get raped, I tell you! Is that what you want? There's punks out there, especially when it's dark, and when they see you expose yourself like that, you will regret it!" Jessica came up to him and smiled, kissing him on the cheek as her only response.<br><br>She went to the beer alley, and picked up a bottle, then went out the door without paying and simply said "Thanks Bill!" She could hear him grumble in the distance as she left. It wasn't exactly stealing, but ever since she saved old Bill from a robbery several years back, she had taken advantage of his gratitude and basically served herself in beer every week.<br><br>She came back out into the street, and went under a large sign, free from the rain, waiting for it to stop, opening the bottle and taking a sip.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 05:47:45</strong>
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				A car pulled up alongside Julie at the traffic light, and the window rolled down revealing the earnest face of one of the best known people in the city, Raymond Fowler. "Julie? What are you doing out in this terrible weather dressed in such skimpy attire? You'll catch a cold or something." he said, sounding like a mother hen fussing over a chick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 05:51:24</strong>
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				Julie looked over at the car. She brought her beer up and drank the remaining of the bottle all in one shot. She came up&nbsp; to the car and looked at the man suspiciously "Uhm.. I know you from somewhere.. Remind me where?&nbsp; I was probably too stoned to remember."<br><br>She seemed completely unconcerned about her appearance, and the fact that her clothes were wet, and sticking to her body, made her look even more sensual, a perfect target for gang members and other nasty men. Of course, if they knew her true strength, they would stay well away, but they didn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 06:03:25</strong>
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				Raymond simply pointed up at the sign she'd been standing under; it was a billboard advertising his shop. Raymond sighed, and opened the door of his car. "Come on, hop in. Lets get you somewhere warm and dry, and get you into some warm clothes before you catch a chill."<br><br>Such was typical of Raymond; he was a Good Samaritan to a fault, never realising what people might think of what he was doing. Naive was a good term for him, along with idealistic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 06:07:51</strong>
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				Julie jumped in his car "I hope it's just an excuse for you to fuck me." she said with a smile, only half-jokingly. "As for my clothes, they're staying on my back. They will dry. I'm not some weak kid that can't handle rain drops."<br><br>The thing she hated the most was anyone trying to take pity on her, or try to help her, since that always made her feel like she wasn't strong enough to handle whatever the situation was. That was the worst feeling for her, and always made her mad.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 06:11:52</strong>
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				Raymond gave her an odd look, before pulling away from the lights and driving out to where his apartment was. "What could make a nice girl like you so uncouth?" he asked himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 12:59:29</strong>
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				Julie tried to drink again from her beer, but noticed it was empty. Frowning, she opened the window, and threw the bottle out of the car, screaming "Hell yeah!"<br><br>Raymond wasn't bad looking, she might not be bored this evening after all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 15:29:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Metropolis City</span>: Federal Reserve Bank</em></div><br><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Cyborgs/Storm_Slayer___Steam_Golem_by_zeo_x.jpg)</div><br>Not missing a single beat, as usual, the Parvenu whipped around and cast one slender finger into the air, the single digit seeming to proclaim his victory with one forceful movement.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Late as usual, Ignite!&nbsp; One would think that a hero of your caliber would know the virtues of being punctual, but I suppose we can't <em>all</em> be paragons of gentlemanly behaviour!&nbsp; And I would ask that you use my full title, and not some affectionate moniker!"</span></span> he added with a slight irritable twang.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"I fear that we are not quite so <em>familiar</em> as that, my not-so-worthy adversary!"</span></span><br><br>He swept one arm out to the side, his thoroughly drenched robes slapping wetly against the pavement.&nbsp; The Deathbots all seemed to stir, their cogs grinding and mechanisms gurgling until a symphony of industrial noise filled the air.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Though I commend you for putting on such a brave front, I fear that it is <em>I</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; that have the advantage on this most fortuitous evening!"</span></span> he crowed, a conveniently dramatic bolt of lightning flashing at his back to punctuate the mirthful declaration.&nbsp; He hadn't planned on that one, but it seemed as though fate truly was on his side this time.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"Though your courage may burn as bright as any sun, I fear that your flames are another matter entirely!&nbsp; In this torrential downpour I think you would have trouble igniting a stove, let alone the high grade metal alloys of my newest Deathbot line!"</span></span><br><br>As if to hammer his point home, the rain seemed to intensify to the tune of a roll of rumbling thunder.&nbsp; Taking a gracious bow, The Procacious Parvenu slowly backed away into the horde of steadily approaching mechanized murder machines.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"I cannot say that it was nice knowing you, my old enemy, but I'm sure that historians will write favorably of you once your mangled body has been laid to rest!"</span></span><br><br>At that precise moment the first three Deathbots made their strike, sending both shrieking drill, crushing hammer, and whirling saw blade towards the intrepid hero in a three-pronged attack!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 20:28:13</strong>
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				Ignite listened to him rambling on, keeping his eye on the giant robots next to his arch-nemesis. <strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">"Listen Parvy, I had work to do. Give me a break,"</span></strong>he said sighing. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I can't make a living merely foiling your plots,"</strong></span> he said with a laugh. <br><br>When the lightning struck behind him and the rain intensified, he shivered. The guy was right, there was no way he could start his fire abilities.<br><br>"Think Iggy, what can I do to stop these metal heads," Vince said to himself. Before he could answer his own question, he saw the three bots make a move towards him. Instinctively, He jumped into the air and dodged their attacks as though he was going in slow motion and landed on one of their heads. <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"This looks important,"</strong></span> he said putting his hands to a box on it's back and feeling it heat up and eventually burst into a small flame, making the robot twirl around in circles and eventually fall, throwing him into the side of the building.&nbsp; <br><br>Ignite heard himself scream as he hit the wall and slid down. He shook his head saw two more coming towards him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 05:27:20</strong>
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				Raymond sighed at her antics, as he pulled up outside his apartment. "Come on." he said, pocketing his keys as he trotted under the eaves and opened the door to get into the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 07:41:41</strong>
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				Julie followed docilely. She was not one to follow orders, and certainly wasn't doing this for him. She was doing it for herself, because she was bored, curious, and wanted someone to fuck her.<br><br>She followed and commented "This your place?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 08:41:06</strong>
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				"Yep." he said. It was simply decorated, but tastefully so, with a painting on the wall, and, wonder of wonders, a fireplace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 08:42:55</strong>
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				As Julie came in, she looked around. She wasn't that impressed by the painting, or the fireplace. She was used to hanging out on the streets, so fancy apartments didn't do much for her.<br><br>Still, she was willing to let him show her around. "So, what now?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 08:48:48</strong>
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				"You fancy anything to eat or drink? There's some mince lasagne in the fridge that you can heat up if you're hungry." He said, hanging up his coat and hat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 08:52:46</strong>
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				Julie was kind of hungry, so without even answering, she went and opened his fridge. She took the lasagne, and noticed he had a beer in there. So she took it too. She drank and ate on the counter.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 09:38:03</strong>
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				He walked back over, and sat down as he studied her carefully. "Hmmm...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 09:44:00</strong>
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				She looked up at him, seeing he was staring. She sat up straight, then brought her arms back a bit, just enough so her open short would show her chest completely, including her exposed breasts.<br><br>She giggled. She loved teasing people.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 10:30:22</strong>
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				Raymond went utterly red, but couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Days of Our Super Lives</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>26-05-2010, 17:37:46</strong>
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				Julie wouldn't make the first move, she waited, forcing him to do it if he wanted her.
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