Heroes and Villains
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				Title: <strong>Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 22:08:21</strong>
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				Kate stood at the back of the funeral, glancing around from beneath her shades. There were some familiar faces. She hated these events on principle, she didn't fit in with the goody two shoes 'heroes' and the people she used to enjoy working with shunned, mocked and openly disrespected her. She folded her arms and tossed her hair back. She wasn't really listening, she doubted if any of the assembled heroes and villains actually were. She rolled her eyes... well, not quite as she had no pupils or irises but what she DID was a looping toss of the head, almost like she was beset by flies. She sighed and fixed her hair before ramming her fists into her baggy pockets, keeping her head low and her eyes alert.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 00:55:27</strong>
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				Karen smirked as she watched the funeral proceedings with mild interest, the teenager idly twirling a lock of her dark hair as the people before her mingled in an odd mix of excitable whispers and quiet sobs. It was the type of air she half-expected at a funeral of one of New Kingdom's protectors, where both hero and villain alike gathered to witness the passing of a friend... or foe. Karen however was there to do neither, except admire the startling turn out; one which left her smiling impishly as a brief flash of red lit her eyes. With a quick turn, the young student faced her back toward the throng of people, whipped out her cell and swiftly made her way back to the parking lot, where a black van quietly waited.<br><br>Having already entered the number she wanted, it wasn't long before she had the cell to her ear and a slightly more serious expression across her features as she calmly noted, "Would you believe the rumours were true? Almost everyone is here... Even an old friend." She glanced back to the figure she'd noticed before, her fiery ex-partner-in-crime looking a little out of her element amidst the drab mob of normals. The look back barely caused a flinch in her step however as she continued toward the van and finished her conversation, "It will probably be a long time before we ever see another opportunity like this, so open the van and let's move... quickly." The vehicle's side-door had already slid open before she'd even finished, with a group of black-attired men in ski-masks waiting for her inside. The young Blackwell could only hope that the sight of a high-school student hopping into the back of a seedy looking van wouldn't appear too suspicious.<br><br>As the door closed behind her, the van started up and calmly drove off, with the driver being careful not to draw any attention. "Next stop, New Kingdom Bank," one of the men seated in the back remarked deviously, leaving the others to snicker with excitement as Karen's eyes flared an ominous red...<br><br>The bank was hit hard by the team of would-be-thieves as the group of four men raided the bank in one swift motion. The guards were taken down quickly and silently as the soft 'thwip' of tranquilizer darts announced the criminals' entrance, with each taking a corner of the bank before forcefully urging the patrons onto their stomachs. Within seconds all the customers were on the floor with their hands on their head while the guards lay snoring, giving Red the opportunity to make her entrance, a triumphant smile playing across her lips as she rested a hand on the curve of her hip. The villainess stood almost a foot taller than those of her group, her hair and glowing eyes synonymous with her name. Physically, she appeared no stronger than an athlete, leaving none the wiser of the power each subtle bump and swell of muscle held. <br><br>With only a moment's hesitation, one of the four robbers quickly approached the villainess before motioning her towards the back of the bank, behind the mess of desks and frightened employees, to the security gate which blocked access to the vault. An eager grin spread across Red's features as her partner in crime pointed out the security door. The anticipation causing her body to ripple with energy as her eyes of glowing red flared and her body gained another inch of height and another, imperceptible, layer of muscle. With just a brief smirk of arrogance, Red showed no hesitation as she sauntered toward the door and, without warning, swiftly kicked out with a single leg. The door's protest came in the form of an ear shattering clang as the villainess sent the door flying off its hinges and across the room.<br><br>And with that she entered the vault along with her partner, knowingly having tripped a silent alarm as they quickly began loading all the money they could find into sacks the man had brought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 01:35:08</strong>
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				Judge was not one to ordinarily&nbsp; attend a funeral, no matter whose it was. However, this provided a unique opportunity for him to do something that he otherwise couldn't. Here, their were evil some villains, but mostly, other heroes, gathered here to pay their respects to the fallen, whether they had been comrades, or a nemesis, or merely a casual acquaintance. <br><br>He was able to observe the way other people interacted, see how the heroes and villains conducted themselves when they weren't busy trying to save or harm innocents. It was an enlightening experience, or so he hoped it would be.<br><br>He was dressed in his attire, as one might expect; form fitting clothes made from cloth with hardened leather plates in key locations to provide a bit more protection. His right shoulder and upper arm was covered by a vambrace made of hardened leather plates, similar in design to lamellar. Steel chains cross his back and chest in an 'X' with a large, dark, metal, stylized skull emblem covering the majority of his chest. And, needless to say, his trademark 'hood', actually more akin to a leather gimp mask (though not quite the same) was on. That damned mask and the skull were what identified him as The Judge.<br><br>He didn't openly bare his trademark crossbow, but on hand, he always kept his lovely little daggers; not that he even needed the titanium (chosen because it doesn't set off metal detectors) blades, since Eskrima also involved genuine hand to hand combat, but he liked to keep them around.<br><br>He watched, quietly, as the one woman (Karen) departed. She seemed odd. Like him, it seemed like she had been more interested in watching, in studying things, than in mourning the dead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 09:46:51</strong>
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				Kate watched as Karen walked out, her eyes narrowed under her shades. She kept her head down and followed on, smirking slightly. Seeing Red reminded her of the old days, and that always brought a smile to her face. She slipped into her car and followed the van, a small part of her wishing she was in there herself. She parked up behind the van and hurriedly pulled on her costume, throwing the doors open and glaring inside, flames haloing her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 03:28:29</strong>
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				Jessica Black had been at the funeral, albeit as a part of the crowd of onlookers and gawkers. She had no attachment to the man being buried; no feelings towards him beyond acknowledging his existence and his role in both the city and the world. However, she’d been instead doing headcounts, quietly looking over the numbers and the faces to see how things were shaping up and where people were at.<br><br>Seeing Karen leave, she took that as her own cue, slipping away from the crowd and vanishing into the middle distance, unseen by those who were otherwise focused on events. Once she was confident that she was out of sight behind an old, dusty mausoleum, she began to quietly undress, leaving herself in a sleek black and bright green bodysuit, before wrapping a mask around her face. And then she concentrated, focusing on herself, eyes tight shut.<br><br>The ground around her sifted and wavered, while the wall of the mausoleum behind her cracked. Her body began to grow, increasing in size, its proportions shifting as she gained muscle mass and density. The costume shifted with her, mesh “expansion joints” appearing between the seams, allowing it to maintain its integrity as its wearer transformers herself.<br><br>Moments later, Dark Star, notorious (and incredibly sexy) superheroine leaped away, headed downtown. Most of the city’s superhero population were focused on events here, leaving her with a window of opportunity.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 10:26:54</strong>
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				"It's Hellbrand!," one of the thugs operating at the front of the bank shouted in surprise, with his partners not hesitating to respond to Kate's presence as they all raised their rifles and released a spray of tranquilizers in the direction of the super hero. <br><br>Red was alerted to the disturbance immediately as she heard the yelling thug, forcing her to dash out of the vault to investigate. She quickly came to a sliding stop as she arrived at the bank's main entrance, only to find her ex-partner there and waiting. The sight caused her to grit her teeth anxiously and clench her hands into fists. She knew it wouldn't be long before the cops arrived, giving her little time to deal with the likes of Kate, but the opportunity thrilled her nonetheless. The mix of emotions was already fuelling her power as a swell of energy caused her body to grow another inch, with Red only flinching as her head knocked against the upper bar of the doorway she was standing in. <br><br>Stepping under and away from the doorway, Red rested a hand on her hip as she struck a self-confident pose before yelling, cockily, "Don't you have a funeral to attend, Hellbrand? I thought weeping before the graves of fallen heroes was a good-guy requirement." Karen knew all she had to do was stall the firebrand of a superheroine if she wanted to win this fight. It wouldn't be long before Dark Star showed up after which they could quickly overwhelm Hellbrand through sheer power.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 10:35:04</strong>
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				Kate effortlessly burnt the tranquilizers to nothing, subtley raising the ambient temperature. "Miss be, big, bulky and slightly attractive?" She chuckled. "Perhaps not... hey... mind if I turn up the heat? You know I love a sweaty woman..." she grinned and pumped up the temperature a little more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 10:42:22</strong>
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				He watched another person wander off. And then, another. This was bothering him for some reason. Why show up to the funeral, then leave before its over? When it had been one person, he just dismissed it as them needing to take care of something else. When it was two, he was starting to ponder things. Now a third's left, and he's left wondering why.<br><br>As he exited the building, he realized that with so many people gathered at the funeral--most of whom were undoubtedly like him--&nbsp; it occurred to him that that meant their'd be a lull in super hero activity. <br><br>He went out to his motorcycle, and took out his key for it. He mounted the large hog, (http://walyou.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Harley-Steampunkish-Avatar.jpg) ,got her fired up, revved several times for dramatic effect, and then took off into the city. He had no clue of what was going on--the bank robbery-- but it seemed like villains were always trying to knock places like that over. It's just a coincidence that the closest bank is the one the others are at/heading to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 11:33:55</strong>
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				The sudden rise in heat caused Red to wince, reminding her of how much control Kate used to have over heat and fire. With a single hand she wiped some sweat from her brow, with the distraction of the heat causing her to lose focus on her emotions. She could already feel herself losing some height and strength. "Sticks and stones, sweetie," she retorted with a smirk as she pressed the heel of her sleek red boot on the edge of a desk before her, "Now I think it's time a certain hotty... cooled down." Without the slightest effort she gave the table a strong shove, sending the large object roughly tumbling in the direction of Hellbrand.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 11:43:53</strong>
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				Kate incinerates the table with a casual flick of her wrist. " Oh but I <em>love</em> when a woman gets all sweaty for me..." She chuckles softly. She advances, giving goons 1-3 some bedroom eyes as she does so slowly. "I <em>hate</em> when you don't invite me to parties, Red..." she pretends to be hurt "It cuts me up... right here..." sniffles and puts a hand on her heart, raising her head with a wicked smirk. "Hmm, yeah... you;re still not hot enough, babe..." she turns up the temperature a little more, giving cute smirk.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 12:56:48</strong>
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				Cyron Goode watched the funeral through the tinted windows of one of his company limousines. His interest had been awoken by some unexplained details in the death of the so-called hero in question. Sometimes there were mysteries that needed attention. Sometimes there were conditions that would give a hero the chance to return to life once again (in a later episode). But that was rare. No matter what the comic books and those silly films would have you believe. Most of the time, they just died. Like regular people. It was a comforting thought.<br><br>He was dressed in a black shirt out of some respect he didn't know where came from. His skin was rather pale and his hair matched the shirt. Long locks hung down over brows and into his eyes, no matter how often he stroked them back with his hand. Scratching his chin, Cyron realized he hadn't shaved today. Being the CEO of Naemocom rarely gave him a lot of personal time. Sometimes he wished his master plan was to add more hours to the night and day. In many ways that would be easier than...what he had in mind.<br><br>Watching the attendees, Cyron recognized many. Some were adversaries. Some were agents or employees of the competition. Some were his own people; associates or employees. Others were...unknown. This was a great chance to identify some of those secret alter-egos of those pesky vigilantes. He obviously had people photographing everyone in the vicinity. Hell, he had satellites monitoring the area.<br><br>When the proceedings were nearing the end, Cyron Goode gave a nod to his driver. It was time to move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 16:27:50</strong>
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				Karen and Jessica had worked out a plan earlier, one that was intended to take advantage of the situation. It was simple, really; see who was at the funeral and then go out and hit two separate targets while everyone was off crying and quietly reminding themselves how much they pretended really loved the guy, regardless. Simple, straightforward and effective.<br><br>Before she had super-powers, Jessica had been a talented thief. However, as Dark Star, she didn’t need subtlety, tact or delicacy. She had something better. Plummeting downwards, she crashed through the&nbsp; skylight of the central branch of the Lithgow Bank, landing in a crouch that cracked the marble around her with the force of her impact. A guard ran towards her, shouting a warning as he did. In response, in one fluid motion, she rose and swang around, her massive fist slamming into the man’s chest and sending him flying back. He crashed into a wall, crumpling into a heap.<br><br>A second guard drew his gun, levelling it at her while shouting a warning for her to stop right now. While she didn’t really fear the man’s bullets, she still didn’t want to take any chances. Grabbing one of the tables, she simply lifted and threw it at him, clobbering the hapless guard and flattening him.<br><br>Not bothering to stay and examine her handywork, she instead smashed through the counter and the anti-theft screens that had gone up, leaping past the tellers. Instead, she headed straight for the vault, ready to apply her oh-so-delicate lockpicking technique. “Easysauce.” Dark Star muttered to herself as she barged in, cracking her knuckles. “Just hope Red’s having as much fun as me.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 17:09:59</strong>
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				As his tricked out and plate-less and undoubtedly illegal (not that he gave a damn) motorcycle went cruising along, he was keeping an eye out for things that seemed out of place, things that broke the pattern of day-to-day activity. A woman in a suit (whose details he could not quite make out from so far away) practically hopping onto a roof (either from another roof or the ground floor) got his attention, because that is a major break in the pattern; doubly so when she goes through the sunroof, probably intentionally, of a bank.<br><br>As if he was a customer, despite all his get up, Judge parked right outside the bank. The keys are taken out of the ignition, and he goes around to the&nbsp; oversized 'saddle bags' he kept on the motorcycle.&nbsp; He took a few moments to assemble and load his crossbow (weapon of choice), stash four small throwing blades into small holsters on his belt, and grab a large, long piece of metal pipe.<br><br>He dragged the pipe along the sidewalk, generating a scene. He looked every part some fiend that was strung out on drugs; the thing is, the 'innocent' humans knew him from his costume. Judge was a man to be feared, yes, but he only ever harmed those who were, themselves, committing harm on others; and if Dark Star wasn't doing that right now, it seemed likely she would be soon.<br><br>As he walks through the bank, heading towards the startled tellers, he caught sight of the knocked out guard. His lips twisted into a snarl, and he screamed out <strong>"EVERYONE! Get the fuck outside."</strong> His voice was harsh, and half feral, and one that was most certainly heeded. He bore the innocents here no ill will, and was unwilling to risk their lives if and when he fought. It was meant to both get the people out, and draw out the woman he saw (and anybody else she might be working with).<br><br>He kept the pipe held firmly in his left hand, and his crossbow in the right, pointed in the direction that one of the bank tellers had been gawking at; the direction where Dark Star had gone. The stock of the weapon was kept firmly pressed against his shoulder, and although one should ordinarily be firing such a device with two hands, it looked like Judge would not have any issues doing this one handedly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 21:00:48</strong>
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				"Still such a tease... Swapping sides really hasn't changed you much," Red noted with an amused smile, trying to ignore the increasing temperature, "As for this <em>so-called</em> party I'm afraid a change venues is in order. Things are just getting a little too <em>steamy</em> in here." And with that Karen suddenly turned and shoulder-charged the nearby wall, causing the entire bank to tremor as the impact made a thunderous crash. There was debris everywhere as the villainess jogged out into the open, casually waving away the dust which lingered from her brief attack on the wall. She knew the reprieve was likely to be short-lived but, at the moment, she was just happy to have escaped the oven that the bank had become. With a deep breath she revelled in the cool air before swiftly turning to face the newly formed hole in the bank's side. Lowering her stance ever so slightly, she waited for any sign of an attack and the moment she'd require to dodge it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 21:09:01</strong>
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				Kate steps into the hole, looking over her shoulder as if trying to decide something... "Fuck it..." She flicks her left hand and the bank bursts into flames, inciting a manic cackle from the pyromaniac Kate. "Oh it has been <em>waaaay</em> too long since I last did that..." She flashes a cute smile, advancing with her best sexy 'hip-shake-walk'. "Hmmm... you look all sweaty... just how I like you." She throws her head back and lets out a peal of laughter, igniting flames in her hands.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 21:59:09</strong>
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				Red gasped at the sudden explosion of flame, her concern more for all the money that had just been roasted rather than the customers, bank staff, or even her own crew. She had no idea how she was going to explain what had just happened to Dark Star. "Is there time to rob another bank," she pondered to herself before focusing on her flaming ex-partner again. The sight of her hands, aflame, giving the villainess pause as she wondered how to approach without getting burned... literally. "I don't know why you're trying to get me all hot-and-bothered, you know I'll just get too big for you to handle," she teased, hoping to distract Hellbrand with the usual good-versus-evil banter as she searched for an escape.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 22:06:24</strong>
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				Kate motions with her hands,&nbsp; constricting both her and Red in a ring of flames as tall as the buildings. "Oh sweetie... remember the old days? You miss me? And too big for me to handle? Hah! The bigger they are... the higher the burning time!" she manipulates the walls of flame to edge inwards slightly. "You remember when I <em>really</em> used to get you hot and bothered?" She chuckles again, edging the flames in some more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 22:51:14</strong>
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				Red pretended that the sky-scraping flames were little more than a minor nuisance as she approached Hellbrand, her step both confident and calm, making it seem as if she was only moving closer because she had 'chosen' to and not because of the shrinking circle of searing fire. "Do you think that you can make me forget that you betrayed us, just by making a bank explode?" The thought annoyed Karen, noticeably, as she gained in height again. This time growing until Kate's head only reached just under her chest, with the villainess soon standing right over the firebrand, trying to exude an intimidating air. "Why shouldn't I just snuff out this little flame," she asked with feigned disinterest as she placed a single hand on her hip while lightly blowing on the nails of the other.
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				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 22:55:44</strong>
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				"because... honey... you and the person who bankrolls you know that one day you may have need of my particular brand of psychotic mayhem... besides... we go waaaaay back, sweetie... and as much as you hate to admit it... we were closer than you want to believe. Now... we can do this the easy way... or the hard way... or the 'crispy fuckin' cinders' way..." She smiles sweetly. "Mmmm... I like big women..."
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				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 23:31:57</strong>
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				"And I like my women <em>hot</em>," she teased, her face taking on a <em>I-so-went-there</em> look as she playfully stuck her tongue out at Kate. Retracting her tongue, the amused smirk remained as she looked down and lightly brushed a lock of flaming-red hair aside, exposing the oily black pools of the firebrand's eyes, "Ignoring the crispy way for now, what would you prefer... the <em>easy</em> or <em>hard</em> way?" She couldn't help but laugh inwardly as Hellbrand smiled sweetly, right after expressing how capable she was at causing "psychotic mayhem."
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				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 07:39:58</strong>
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				"Awww... you KNOW I prefer the ciders way... but if that's not on the table... mmm... yeah, I like the hard way... but you already knew that right?" She giggles girlishly, fire still dancing across her hands. "Bit of rough and tumble, eh?" she flashes a cute pout and makes the flames in her hands that little bit bigger.
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 14:41:37</strong>
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				Cyron had a screen in his lap where he went through some data. At least that was what he was supposed to do. Instead, he found himself absent-mindedly looking at the sky. It was partly cloudy, and not unusual at all. Nonetheless, it felt like a storm was brewing. One of those electrical tingles that could be felt prior to a thunderstorm. He wasn't scared. He felt prepared for anything.<br><br>At the moment he was alone in the back of the car. He had henchmen and thugs and muscles and bodyguards and assassins, but they weren't always around. The driver was armed and the limousine armored like a tank. His most trusted henchmen (or -women, rather), were out having fun. A psychologist would probably get a kick out of analyzing why a man like Cyron Goode would surround himself with such strong, dominant women. One would never get that chance, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 17:42:51</strong>
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				Dark Star all but rolled her eyes at the sound of the voice outside. A tiny part of her had wanted someone to show up, simply because she liked a good fight and a chance to show off her powers and kick someone’s head in. However, instead, what she got was one of her least favourite people in the city, the living embodiment of overcompensation and inadequacy issues, the Judge. Self-important, self-righteous, anal and, above all else, no sense of humour.<br><br><em>Couldn’t it have been some joke, like White Blade or Massive Man? Why this jack-off?</em> She sighed to herself as she considered her options. She was in here, he was out there. He could easily figure where she was and what she was up to, as she had left a pretty obvious trail behind her. He was probably waiting out there with his compensatory crossbow thinking he could skewer her or the like. Certainly, at range, he had the advantage.<br><br>With a colossal heave, she finished what she had been working on, yanking the vault door off its hinges with a massive, grunting heave. However, rather then throw it aside, she instead held onto it... and span, before releasing it like a massive discus, scything through the internal wall and back at Judge.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 22:07:11</strong>
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				And here he was, getting ready to deal with another one of the leeches that are feeding off of, and destroying, decent society. It was people like her, people throwing their weight around and just taking whatever they wanted by force, that made the world a dark and miserable place. They were also the kind of people responsible for this particular 'hero' being the way he is. <br><br>The last of the people had taken themselves and their things out of the bank, and it was only after they had done so that he would begin to move on Dark Star's location. Of course, this has given her time to prepare, and he can only barely make three or four steps before their is suddenly a very large piece of metal spinning through the air towards him.<br><br>&nbsp;With a clatter, he tossed his crossbow and pipe off to the side, on the ground, and waited for it to come. Yes, he just stood there, some may think paralyzed with fear, but that was not the case. He timed it, very carefully; an onlooker might think this a choreographed stunt, and wonder where the camera is.<br><br>Judge had jumped straight upwards and onto the flat end of the discus, then kicked himself off of it, and landed on the ground again.&nbsp; If he wasn't wearing his mask, she might catch a look of mere annoyance as he retrieved his crossbow; the pipe had rolled a bit too far for him to go after it.<br><br>He made like he was going to take a shot at her, trying to fake her out and make her dodge...and if she did so, he'd watch where she was going, and lead his shot, before actually firing.&nbsp; He was a tricky bastard like that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 12:02:53</strong>
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				Red leaned over to whisper softly into Kate's ear both a location and time to meet before straightening up and stepping slowly back, "See you there sweety, in the mean time you should probably run, the police will be here soon..." And with that, Red made a brief turn, bent her knees and pushed off with her powerful muscles. She rocketed through the air, passing safely through the flame, before doing a neat forward flip and landing, with a loud crack, on her feet. The tar of the road split violently from the force. She only paused to give one last glance back before breaking off into a sprint down the street, still wondering if she should move to assist Dark Star or make up her loss by hitting another place. She could already hear the sirens approaching the bank as she sped down the road.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 07:56:14</strong>
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				If it was anyone but the Judge, Dark Star would have been impressed by the man’s feat of aerobic skill. As it stood, she was just annoyed by the man, especially the way he’d managed to make such a show of rendering her devastating opening so ineffective. <em>And Red’s probably tangling with some hot guy in form-fitting spandex right now, while I get captain overcompensation</em> she thought to herself as she searched around for another option.<br><br>One of the advantages of being so strong was that everything was a potential weapon, just as much as the vault was. Even as he was coming down, she grabbed a fallen desk, spinning and releasing it at him just as he was readying another shot. “Come on, jackwad!” She yelled as she flung it at the hooded man. “Wanna back off and leave this to a real hero?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 08:11:55</strong>
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				Well, so much for that.&nbsp; Oh well, what did he expect? She's at least his equal; probably his better, in terms of sheer power. So that meant he was going to have to scrape by on luck and intellect.&nbsp; The crossbow was almost casually set down on the ground, and pushed away as he chose, this time around, to duck underneath her weapon of choice. While prone on the ground, she might see his hand disappear down towards his ankle for some reason.<br><br>As soon as it had passed over him, he practically bounced back up onto his feet, the glint of metal in his hand. "No. Those goody goodies don't know how to actually deal with your kind." He retorted, dryly.&nbsp; As he finished speaking, with a whoosh, a throwing knife would leave his hand. It glided swiftly through the air, right towards her right shoulder; he was intending to cripple her, to wear her down, rather than outright killing her. <br><br>Death, at least to him, was too good for the filthy leeches. No, she, just like many others, would have to suffer.&nbsp; But that meant beating her into submission first. <br><br>A mere moment after the blade had left his hand, he was moving to retrieve the lead pipe. It was the first weapon he had ever used when dealing with a criminal--some mugger whose fingers, hands, and wrists Judge ended up breaking-- and even though he could probably get a substantially better weapon for meleeing with, it was too important to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 14:51:33</strong>
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				Dark Star wasn’t expecting the knife; it was a genuine surprise when it hit her, but not as much when it merely grazed her skin, doing more damage to her costume then to her body. “Ok, that’s cute.” She smirked. “But my skin stops pistol rounds. Gonna have to try harder then that, jackarse.” Hopefully that would deter him, but she doubted it. His tiny little ego – and tiny little dick – wouldn’t allow him to be beaten by a woman, even a seven foot one who could throw a tank. “Besides, a real hero wouldn’t be sooking around; he’d have the balls to come to me like a man, not a scared child.”<br><br>“So let’s shake things up” She swung around again, her hand slamming into the ground, sending a rippling shockwave through the floor towards him. A second blow followed it, followed by another and another, the woman pounding the floor in what would look like a temper tantrum if she wasn’t so terrifyingly strong and powerful. He’d either have to get out of its way - and ruin whatever attack he was planning – or get thrown up, slammed to the floor and run the risk of the chunks of roof she was shaking loose.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 15:41:58</strong>
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				Red arrived at the scene only to be greeted by the sight of splintering wood as a desk neatly flew from the building and shattered against a wall on the opposite end of the street. It appeared as if she'd found Dark Star and, judging by the flying tables, her partner in crime was having some difficulties of her own. It was almost as if the scouting at the funeral was all for naught. With a heavy sigh of frustration and a crack of her knuckles, Red casually made her way into the building. <br><br>The first thing the villainess noticed was the vault door, turned Frisbee,&nbsp; lying on the floor by her feet, with the path it took evident by the destruction left in its wake. There was only one person she knew - other than herself - capable of hurling such a large object as if it were a mere toy. And that person stood only a few meters ahead, currently hammering the floor with her powerful fists. Dark Star was busy making her own little tremor... <br><br>The earth around Red quaked violently as the already damaged roof began to show signs of giving way. Even Red, with all her strength, struggled to stand amidst the waves of power emanating from the pounding eye of the storm. Large pieces of debris and concrete fell to the ground, with a brick smashing itself right over the villainess's head. If she were a normal person it would've likely cracked her skull. Thankfully she was not and all Red felt was a slight itch and mild annoyance. With a careful step, Red ventured deeper into the trembling building before finally noticing the source of Dark Star's frustrations. The psychotic get-up of blacks and red as well as the executioner's hood a clear giveaway.<br><br>She'd never had the pleasure of fighting the Judge herself but she'd heard enough whispers about him in the underworld. He apparently had a bit of a sadistic edge, one which revelled in the torment of those he deemed "criminal." And he was also known to be mostly human although this never seemed to stop him from going toe-to-toe with some of the more powerful villains in New Kingdom. "Having fun," Red yelled over to the mover-and-shaker that was her partner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 15:53:58</strong>
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				"Good to know. The next time you'll see me, it'll be with a Barret." if her words bothered him, it certainly didn't show in his tone of voice. He was, perhaps shockingly, monotone.&nbsp; This probably isn't an empty threat, either; he gives off no cues that this is a bluff of any sort. He also gives no indication of just what one of those is, so if she's not familiar with guns and the like, their's the possibility of confusion. <br><br>Sadly, though, he knew that this was futile. Gotta know when to fold, as the saying goes; with the whole building about ready to fall apart, and with Red's sudden appearance, he knew he didn't have a choice in the option; if he stays, it's not going to end well for him. Much as he disliked the notion, he was not above retreat, which is exactly what he does. <br><br>As he moved to recover his crossbow, timing his movements carefully--jumping high into and through the air when the ground shook, running when she was in between blows-- he would make for an escape.&nbsp; If Red gets in his way, she'll get a throwing knife hurled at her face, but if she doesn't try to impede him...he won't bother to waste one of his knives. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 04:15:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Yeah, you better run!” Dark Star called after The Judge as he ran, hurling chunks of debris at him. She figured that the odds of hitting him were slim, but better then nothing – and besides, it made her feel good. “Ya pussy, ya wusse! Yeah, fag-boy, you can’t take it, can ya!” She yelled, her tone mocking. “I should tape that pipe of yours and shove it up yer arse, but ya know what? You’d probably like it!”<br><br>She shouldn’t be angry – after all, she drove him off and now she and Red had a chance to make off with the good that were their objectives – but at the same time, a tiny part of her felt cheated at not being able to pummel the guy senseless. Had it been a regular costumed hero that had shown up? That’s have been great; a good fight, some banter and a chance to kick arse. And hell, if it had been some himbo in tight spandex it’d have been better? But the Judge? Boring and overcompensating.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 06:48:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hellbrand calmly stepped through the flames, deciding to check the other banks of the city, halfway through giving it back as a bad job and heading to the nearest bar for a few drinks as soon as she got out or her costume.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 17:01:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Red flinched more at the string of expletives Dark Star was hurling than the thick chunks of debris. The two must have had quite the heated exchange before she arrived to work her partner into such a state. It was an odd sight considering it appeared as if their team were the more flustered of the two sides and yet was also the one which was currently winning. <br><br>Already the villainess could see the Judge making a grab for his weapons before darting in her direction, all while deftly dodging and weaving through the chaos created by the localised earthquake. If Red hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she probably wouldn't have believed it. She could see where the hero found his confidence to face those with supernatural abilities. Still, if he thought he was getting through her, he had another thing coming. Red didn't even want Judge getting too close, never mind running right past her. And so, with a bit of quick thinking, the villainess backpedalled a few steps before reaching down and effortlessly lifting the vault door. With a loud crunch, the thick metal of the vault door was swiftly pulled against the concrete surrounding the exit, effectively blocking it.<br><br>Red brushed the dust from her hands as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. It wasn't a perfect plan seeing as the Judge could still work his way out from one of the many windows but it would hopefully slow him down. And, if luck was on their side, perhaps the hero would even fall victim to a crushing section of ceiling. Red wasn't the type to rely on luck however as she dug her fingers into the ground and, with a piercing crack, tore from it a large section of concrete. She soon had a good portion of side-walk held high over her head and ready to throw the second she saw the Judge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 18:33:14</strong>
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				As he saw Red move to block his exit, he'd wordlessly hurl one of his throwing daggers right at her chest; it might not stop her, but at the very least, he hoped it'd hurt her while she was otherwise distracted. Still, it could very well end up clattering uselessly against that accursed vault door.<br><br>Judge finds his way out blocked, and his odds of getting out of here plummet lower than they already were. Still, he didn't bother himself with that cynical line of thought. The moment the one exit was barred from him, he redirected his thoughts to finding the best, alternative route out. <br><br>His lips twitch underneath the mask, forming into a snarl that could not be seen. Damn these women.... he'll have his revenge, though. All in good time. First thing's first, though, he reminds himself. He makes a beeline towards the nearest window, hopping over the shock waves and dancing around the falling and fallen debris with amazing (for a human) deftness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 16:30:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Judge was on the run, and that was just what Dark Star wanted. Abandoning her assault on the floor, she bounded forward, looking to corner Judge between her and her partner and cut off his escape. It wasn’t that she was particularly bloodthirsty, but Dark Star simply liked a fight, and she especially wanted to pummel the living crap out of this try-hard vigilante who had been dumb enough to cross her.<br><br>She bore down on him, then dodged to one side, aiming both to fake him out and at the same time, put herself between him and the windows so that he would have nowhere to go. “Look at the big bad Judgeman, all dressed up and nowhere to go. Maybe you should just give it up now, Judgeman, and maybe we’ll go easy on ya.” She swung at him, a massive arm coming straight at his chest, driven as much by anger as raw muscle and power.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 16:39:00</strong>
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				And it was bound to happen sooner or later. Try as he might to escape, Dark Star was able to cut off his path, and even beyond that, he wasn't able to stop himself and change his course. He tried to, but he just ended up skidding and sliding along the polished floor, right towards her...only to then be thrown backwards by her attack. <br><br>He grunted as all the air left his lungs in a gasp, and in being knocked backwards, he lost all of his weapons; even the last throwing knife he had clattered noisily against the ground, as the hit and subsequent fall was enough to jostle it out of its sheathe. <br><br>He was left prone now, and mutely staring up at Dark Star, defiance burning clearly in his eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 05:22:48</strong>
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				Red finally tossed down the hunk of sidewalk after a short wait; realizing that Judge was likely not coming out. A simple act which caused her to suddenly wince as she felt a sharp pain from her chest. With a quick glance at the source, she could only growl as she spotted the small blade jutting from her body. It was enough to have her grit her teeth in anger, causing the villainess to grow another whopping two feet as she pulled it out and threw it aside. If he was still alive, Karen promised to pummel their black-and-red clad hero. Curious as to the wait, with a small hope that Judge was already dead, Red moved toward the vault door before easily pushing it aside, while ducking under the smaller entrance, and slipping back into the building. She then allowed the steel door to fall back into place before taking stock of the situation.<br><br>---------------------------<br><br>Look for Powerman in this Link (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107507.0)<br><br>"Look, in the sky, it's Powerman," they screamed jubilantly, with the odd, "We love you" and "Marry me" thrown in. It was enough to give the superhero a light chuckle as he flew overhead only for his attitude to quickly grow more serious as he noticed some fans trying to follow. With a brief sigh, the caped crusader was forced to pause midflight so he could turn to address the small crowd. "People of New Kingdom, I appreciate your adulations but this is no time for hero worship. There is villainy afoot and I intend to give it a good swift kick, so believe me when I say it could be dangerous. Now stay back and remain calm." And with that Powerman gave the crowd an encouraging wink before turning and booming off towards the site of the chaos, with the screams of his adoring fans soon disappearing into the distance. <br><br>After a short flight, Powerman's target finally came into sight. It wasn't hard to miss considering how beaten up the poor structure looked. A fact which caused him to sigh as he aimed himself toward the upper level of the building before muttering, "Well, seeing as it's already in such a wreck..."<br><br>With a thunderous bang, the hero easily punched his way through the thick wall before slowing to a gentle hover, pausing only to nonchalantly flick a little dust off his shoulder and place a hand on each hip before glancing down to the trio below. "Now ladies, let's have a little more respect for private property," Powerman chuckled light-heartedly, flashing that bright, trademarked, smile of his. It was a display of joviality which contrasted greatly with the inward concern he had for the current situation he was witnessing. It looked as if his fellow hero had been there for some time, taking hits from two super powered villains. He wouldn't be surprised if the Judge was a little worn at the moment but hoped he retained some strength. Somehow, the caped hero doubted his chances if forced to go at it alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 08:59:34</strong>
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				Dark Star was relishing the victory, seeing the way that the Judge had crumpled under her assault like a rag doll. She’d been thinking of what she could do to him, with a variety of ideas running through her mind which involved his trademark pipe and, possibly, posting the result on the internet for all to see.<br><br>And then one wall burst, crashing inwards in a shower of masonry and debris, a towering figure entering through the gap. Dark Star instantly recognised him, the&nbsp; handsome and clean-cut face of the City’s number one hero, Powerman. Said to be super-strong, near invulnerable and possess powers far beyond those of mortal man, he was an unstoppable powerhouse of pure force and energy.<br><br>And yet, he was a challenge that she couldn’t resist.<br><br>“About time a real hero showed up.” She began with a grin, checking out his toned physique and the way that his suit hugged his figure. “Name’s Dark Star.&nbsp; I hit like a truck but I’m a lot better looking.” She continued, a confident smirk on her face. “So, think yer tough enough to stop me?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 09:06:07</strong>
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				Damn. here he was, needing to get his ass bailed out by a genuine super hero. Clearly, he's been letting himself slip.&nbsp; Still, he's not going to complain about it; he's a pragmatist.&nbsp; The genuine super hero provides the glorified vigilante with a distraction, which he exploits. Deftly popping back up onto his feet, and moving away from Dark Star, he'd hook his foot underneath his crossbow and kick it up into the air. <br><br>Snatching it from the air with his right hand, he'd be using the left to open a small quiver of sorts along his back; it was sealed, so he hadn't lost the bolts when he lost everything else. Freeing one from the cylindrical container, he'd quickly load the crossbow, and point it towards Red's chest. "Deal with the truck, and I'll handle the fiery one, eh?" He'd say to Powerman without taking his eyes off his current target. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 13:56:44</strong>
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				Red swiftly backpedalled at the sight of Judge and his crossbow, all while cursing the fact that she had allowed Powerman to distract her, even if just for a second. She didn't even flinch as she once again crashed straight through the structure -- what was left of it, at least -- her body to the wall like a hot knife through butter. Even as she created another wave of dust and debris however, her eyes never strayed from Judge and the weapon he was currently holding. Honestly, she wasn't too concerned about any real damage being caused. What really worried the villainess was the amount of pain which would follow each pointy bolt that pierced her skin. And she wouldn't be surprised at the number of bolts Judge likely had on him.<br><br>As she reached the opposite end of the street Red finally slowed until she was left standing in a guarded stance, still facing Judge. A manhole cover lay beneath her feat but she had to wonder if she could reach down and lift it up fast enough for it be an effective shield. It might just be easier to attempt a simple dodge.<br><br>Elvis Presley-A Little Less Conversation (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkCWVNaX6-k#)<br><br>"Right on little man," Powerman acknowledged heartily, with an encouraging thumbs up in Judge's direction, "I wouldn't normally hit such a lovely young woman but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to wrastle a little." He eyed the villainess as he said so, both a little surprised and impressed by the strength he could feel emanating from the slender, tightly-clad, woman. In that instant, the caped hero couldn't help but lament the fact that all the really hot ones always seemed to be fighting for the wrong side. It was a thought which would have left him sighing, if he didn't have the current obligation of meting out justice. And so he drew his attention back to the situation at hand as well as the green-eyed woman before him.<br><br>"Now Dark Star, I have only one thing to say to you," he announced as he caught his own fist in a swift punch, flexing those powerful biceps while giving the knuckles an audible crack, "Are you familiar with the line 'A little less conversation'?" And with that he suddenly swooped down in a quick dive, cape billowing behind him as he attempted to tackle the villainess by that sexy midriff of hers. If he was lucky he'd wind the powerhouse of a woman and send them into a brief, disorientating, tumble. Unfortunately, he hadn't had the pleasure of facing Dark Star before but from what he'd heard, it would definitely be wiser to end this fight as swiftly and (hopefully) painlessly as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 16:54:03</strong>
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				If she wasn’t about to be in for the fight of her life, Dark Star would have been amused by the man’s blatant flirting. “Must admit, I’m not a classic rock kinda girl.” She replied with a smirk, shifting her weight as she tensed for battle. Then, she leaped at the man, powerful legs driving her forward, the ground cracking under her as she took off, arms outstretched to take on her would-be attacker, sheer physical power enough to counter his own abilities.<br><br>Or, at least, so she thought. Instead, he was surging forwards faster then she could react, slamming into her midsection with a resounding crash, driving her back to the floor with a tremendous force that knocked the wind out of her. Dark Star was stunned, both from the sheer physical force of the attack as well as from the shock of being hit so hard, something she simply didn’t expect. A life in a near-indestructible body had left her cocky and overconfident, a fact that she was now regretting.<br><br>“So you can dish it out...” She grunted as she tried to shake off the spots before her brilliant green eyes. “But can ya take it?” As much as it was fun to have him pressed aginst her, it also was far from a good situation to be in. Striking out with her powerful legs, she tried to kick him away and get free of his grasp.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 19:43:22</strong>
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				At this point, one might expect the Judge to make some quip along the lines of 'you think you can get away from me?' but he doesn't. That's not him. No cheesy sayings, no verbal sparring with his enemies or what have you.&nbsp; He was just cold, and quiet.&nbsp; Unlike most heroes, he was treading a fine line; at any given time, he could fall on one side, and wind up a sociopath, a monster even worse than the things he fought against. <br><br>He doesn't seek to verbally interact with Red; Red wasn't even so much a person to him. She was basically an object. She was a filthy, disgusting, bloated parasite feasting off of the body that was civilization. She was cancer, and he was the chemotherapy that would purge her from the system. <br><br>As she went to retreat, he'd wait a few moments. She might think he was hesitating to fire, but really, he was just waiting for the right moment.&nbsp; His aim twitched downwards at the same moment that he fired, so that the bolt launched from his crossbow soared towards her right leg, rather than her chest. <br><br>He could have made a much more lethal shot towards her head, maybe even aim directly for one of her eyes. But that wouldn't do it.&nbsp; He wants her to hurt. He wants to see her suffer. He wants her to be the victim instead of the victimizer for a change. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 01:11:59</strong>
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				Red screamed as the bolt struck her leg, forcing her to stumble backward as her body surged with growth from the rage of Judge's successful attack. She was almost double his height by the time she crashed into the building behind her, causing a slight tremor as her glowing red eyes narrowed dangerously and flared in anger. With a powerful push and loud battle cry, Red launched into her own attack as she lifted both arms in the air, clasped her hands into a single fist, and brought them down right over her foe's head. It was a bit much to hope for but if she was lucky, she'd squish the agile hero right there and then.<br><br>-------------------------------------------<br><br>With a grunt which mixed both pain and shock, Powerman punched through the ceiling of the building as Dark Star's kick sent him into a flying tumble backward. "Wow," he gasped with a brief but vigorous shake of his head as he finally slowed to a float. He'd heard she was strong but just... wow. It had been some time since someone forced the caped hero to actually take a moment to catch his breath. "Clearly, this is something I won't be able to take head on," he mused as he revved back slightly before shooting back down toward the building in a swift, blue, blur. "So, you're not a fan of the classics," he yelled with an amused smirk as he swept into the structure, "But you do like to rock, right?" He snatched up a large chunk of debris, midflight, before giving it a mighty toss, sending it flying straight towards Dark Star's glowing green eyes.<br><br>It was an attack which he hoped to distract her with more than cause any damage, although he had no doubt that such a vicious pun-ch to the chin would leave anyone reeling. Hopefully enough so that he could get up close again and deliver a few actual blows, or grapple her into submission, whichever worked best.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 02:07:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dark Star had a few moments of satisfaction at seeing Powerman go flying, watching the way her counter had sent him smashing through the roof. She sprang to her feet, smirking at the idea that she’d actually been able to hurt the city’s mightiest man, a feat that few could claim. Taking the chance, and figuring him to be out of action, she glanced over at her comrade and The Judge, trying to see what was going on with the other two brawlers.<br><br>“Re-“ she began, only to have her eyes caught by a blur of motion. Spinning around, she realised too late that it was Powerman returning, a lot less hurt then she’d hoped – and striking out himself. The Blow caught her on the chin, the sheer physical force enough to send her flying back through the wall and crashing to the ground outside, her head spinniong.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 08:37:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was too much to hope for. It was too obvious of an attack, and by the time she was swinging, he had already moved out of her way. The Judge usually was an elusive target, and strikes against him usually required finesse and timing rather than raw strength. His earlier failure was simply one of those few times where he screwed up.<br><br>"Regretting your choices yet?" He'd ask her, his voice a harsh monotone deprived of even a shred of emotional coloration.&nbsp; He's backing away from her in a straight line as he takes out another bolt and reloads the crossbow, though this is a somewhat time consuming process. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 11:34:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Red's fists slammed into the ground with a shattering crack, causing bits and pieces of debris to fly out in all directions as the earth sunk and ripped from her attack. It was a brute display of force which unfortunately came with no satisfying squish. Gradually she stood and turned, just in time to see the hero backpedalling swiftly away. "You know very little of my choices," she growled angrily as she grabbed a nearby car, easily hefted it up over her head, and tossed it straight at the Judge. It was then that she suddenly heard a crash as she saw her fellow villainess come smashing through the wall of the building and back out into the open air. It was enough to cause Red some concern as she was finding it difficult to land a hit on her own opponent. She couldn't believe they'd gone from winning, to losing, so quickly. And right after her own job had been foiled as well. "Dark Star, are you okay," she yelled.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------<br><br>Powerman almost winced as he watched Dark Star fly through the wall from the blow he'd dealt. He had been looking to stun or put her off balance but had obviously miscalculated on how much strength to use. Even if she was a criminal, the hero simply couldn't stand the thought of hurting others. He only did so as a necessity to fight the villains which gathered in New Kingdom, not out of any enjoyment or lust for violence. And so, with a slight frown, Powerman followed through the hole the villainess made to see the damage. It was with some surprise that he was greeted by a car flying past his face but he ignored it for now, knowing Judge likely had everything well in hand. Instead he hovered toward the fallen Dark Star before grimly pointing out, "Just give up, even if you win there are likely more heroes on the way. Unlike you villains, we tend to rush to each other's aid."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 15:18:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Dark Star shook off the worst of the hit, managing to get to her feet, braced for the next assault. Powerman had the advantage, and he’d be a fool not to follow through and plough her under while she was off-balance. Raising an arm, she readied herself to block his next attack, knowing that it was inevitable. Inwardly, however, she was loving this; the chance to face off with one of the city’s most dangerous was too much to pass up, and certainly was a chance to see what she could do.<br><br>So she was more then a little surprised when he stopped and hovered, demanding her to stand down. <em>What? What kinda guy starts a fight and then says ‘hey, let’s stop, okay? He’s got more then that!</em> She shook her head, putting her hands on her hips and smirking. “Oh no way.” She began, her voice slurring with confidence. “I don’t go down that easy – or at all. You want me, you gotta come get me. Or... maybe I’m too much for you to handle.” Her voice was full of cocky confidence, spurned on by the desire to fight.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Heroes and Villains</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 15:51:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I know more than you think." For now, he was ignoring the little conversation going on between Powerman and Dark Star, trusting that the Super Hero had things under control. All his attention was focused on Red, and what she was doing.&nbsp; Easy as it was for her to pick up and throw the automobile, it still took time; time that Judge spent preparing for his next daring maneuver.<br><br>With what happens next, some people might wonder if he actually did have some sort of power; super-luck or just the ability to get away with committing things that most would find improbable, if not outright impossible. That or some obscene ability to time things. It was, really, a matter of timing with this. <br><br>He jumps as the car nears him, forward; he landed quickly on the hood of the car, and was there for but a moment as he was jumping again, right over the roof. He lands on the trunk, but trips up on this last part; perhaps it was too much to hope to pull this off flawlessly. Still, it was a stupendous effort on his part.<br><br>He ends up on the ground, but lands on his right foot the wrong way.&nbsp; It painfully bends to the side, and a hissed out 'fuck' is testament that he has, at the very least, sprained himself or pulled a muscle. Working through the pain, he fired off his crossbow quickly, the shot aimed in the general vicinity of her right shoulder; he was trying to wound her, to limit her ability to do things like what she just did, but the shot is taken quickly, without aiming so their's a high chance that it's just going to go whizzing by her dramatically.
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