Supers - The Battle of Manhattan
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				Title: <strong>Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>21-11-2010, 15:25:54</strong>
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				It seemed the year 2012 was right to prophesize the end of the world. Well the end of the electronic world. In July of 2012 a massive electromagnetic device was detonated by a Super evil genius that swept across the Earth, throwing everything into disarray. All electronics either exploded or fried those that weren't shielded. Some electronics survived, but the world was thrown into chaos. World governments struggled desperately to maintain control. Strangely enough it was the dictatorships that stabilized first. Then a couple of the stronger democracies stabilized. Now two years later, the aftermath has set in. Electronics have slowly started to come back, almost back to former levels. Problems did arise though. Many people began to realize that Humanity had evolved. Most were still just human, but some... got super. This was first made widely known due to one fact. Some of the small governments that were still in turmoil, went silent. When investigated it seemed one man had accomplished this. By genocide. The U.S. military moved in to kill the mystery man, who was perched upon a pile of bodies. It took the military 1000 casualties to kill the man. He was Super, but a villain. Then others began popping up. Fearful, the governments of the world created VENOM, The Virulent Existence New Obliteration Military. It's sole task was to eliminate anything super. Naturally a band of supers arose to combat this threat to their lives. They named themselves VoV, The Village of Villains and they slaughtered whatever they felt like. VENOM couldn't handle them so it changed its policy and recruited Supers of it's own with the promise that they could survive. Naturally these were called Super Heroes. As the two groups battled, other Supers stayed out of the conflict trying to stay under the radar and survive in the world.<br>A new target has been set into the eyes of the VoV. They assault the U.S. city of New York. Venom moves in to stop themm and a stalemate arises. The island of Manhattan has become the battleground of sorts due to it's value as an economic gold mine to the U.S., the U.S. being the biggest contributor to VENOM, then crippling the economic capital would be very good for the VoV. The villains rob and kill, while the heroes try to bring them in. Although it's carried out in a mafia sort of way. All hush hush and shaded from the eyes of the public. Some Supers are already living there, fearful of discovery.<br><br>1. Heroes should all know or have heard each other.<br>2. Known Viilains will be listed in a "Target" book of the heroes.<br>3 Neutrals will be roaming, or in their own group. Whatever they choose, but will eventually be found.<br><br>Links<br>OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89391.msg3912148#msg3912148)<br>Characters (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89389.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 05:59:20</strong>
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				It was an event that was hushed in the Nevada papers. They tried to pass the whole event off as a 'unfortunate sewage leak' which claimed the lives of all those people. It was a few hours before the government had swooped in and covered the whole thing up, stuffing masticated and partially digested body parts into body bags, loading them into a truck, they were carted to a waste-processing center, where the bodies were destroyed. Only one person knows the truth of that day.<br><br>Her name is Melody Rae, age nineteen. Medium-long black hair and fair emerald eyes, a gothica look about her, spiked collar and matching bracer. Her black pants and a sleeveless&nbsp; Twisted Sister (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twisted_Sister) t-shirt set her as a Heavy Metal Roadie, more fit on the stage then this decrepit, hardly running bus. She was nearing the end of her four day road trip, across the Mojave, over the Rocky Mountains, across the country's heartland, and into the big apple, Manhattan.<br><br>Reaching into her sleeveless denim jacket, she pulls a letter from her pocket, sealed with a wax 'VoV' seal. Finally breaking the seal, she pulls the letter out. In the dim, dying light, she begins to read to herself.<br><br>"To Lady Melody Rae, it has come to our attention that you are more then what your human shell would lend. You are what we call Meta Human. Some would see your particular condition as a disease, to be cured and denied. But your gift is special, to be honored and cherished, allowed to grow and develop. We want to help you do this, to help you be all - and more - then you can be.<br><br>"Nevada was only the beginning. The events of that day have been silenced and covered, but we know the truth. You a have a special bond with the undead, a bond which would send most running buty you... you embrace it, coddle it and love it. We need more like you. Come to Manhattan, come to 11 South Carris Street. Speak The Words at the door, and we shall welcome you as sister.<br><br>"Pu Nepo, Timmad"<br><br>She must have been some kind of crazy to be doing this. A four day trip on a bus across the United States, to Manhattan, to some place she didn't know, for some reason she didn't know? Because she was 'special'? Sure, seeing that Singing Demon would have been enough to shock anyone, but Melody loved the feeling.<br><br>The door to the bus opened, jarring Melody from her thought train. "Ms. Rae?" A man spoke, sticking his head into the bus. "Follow me, please?" Quickly stuffing the letter back into her jacket, she stood, collected her few worldly posessions, and followed the man out, where a car waited. Great. More sitting. "We're very honored you've agreed to come." He opened the door for her, and motioned her in. "Please."<br><br>"Who is this 'we'?" She asked softly, still unsure of this man's motives.<br><br>"In due time, Melody. In due time. I hope you gave the instructions a look over on the way, and have concidered?"<br><br>"I... skimmed them."<br><br>"Then you know you cannot be known as Melody Rae, after all..."<br><br>"I know. I died in Nevada." The man smiled and nodded, stepping into the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 01:41:04</strong>
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				*Adder stepped off the bus shortly after the odd looking female had gotten off. He saw her getting into another vehicle with a man and he decided to head the other way.* <em>No need to be caught up in whatever that was.</em> *He walked down the street for a bit, then turned a corner. He stepped into a small cafe nearby and ordered a small snack.* <strong>Ah, I feel today is gonna be a quiet day.</strong> *He said as he sipped the fresh vanilla flavored coffee brought to him. He looked out the window and relaxed.* <em>Yep today is gonna be a good day.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 15:32:19</strong>
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				Mon strolled down the street, her head bowed, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. She had her hair hidden under a grey newsboy's beret. That, and her low-cut jeans, labeled her as just another of the mildly fashionable Manhattaners on the streets that morning. Not that she was anything like them, of course.<br><br>The sigh of a bus coming to a halt made her glance up. A man was attempting to get onto the bus. But wait, that wasn't right. All he did was look into the bus, then step aside as a young woman got off. Mon looked at her curiously, noting her strange garb. The two of them got into a car, and it screeched off into the heavy traffic. <br><br><em>Damn weirdos in America,</em> she thought in contempt. She wouldn't even be here, if not for the rumours she had heard, about two warring factions situated around here. Factions of people with super powers. Of course, Mon had taken a vow for neutrality, but and she had no intentions to join either side yet. Still there would always be innocents to save...<br><br>Sighing, Mon turned a corner. The fresh aroma of coffee made her stomach growl. When had she last eaten? She dug into her pocket for change. Just barely enough for a coffee and a bagel. She followed another man into the cafe, ordered her breakfast, and took a seat against the wall. She and the man were the only customers so far, but as long as the other man minded his own business, she would mind hers too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 18:23:02</strong>
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				*He watched the only other person to enter the cafe. Oddly enough, shortly after him. He made sure to watch her stealthily.* <em>Does she know my secret? I she a VENOM agent? or even a VoV recruiter? I'll have to watch her for any funny business.</em> *He sighed as he finished a sip of some coffee. It was always like this with him now. Jumpy, paranoid, and prone to conclusions. She was just another regular person, trying to make a life in this harsh world just like he was doing.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 04:25:48</strong>
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				"Where are we going?" Melody asked a few minutes into the ride. The man gave her a smile and nodded.<br><br>"We're going home, Lady Rae. Your new home." Melody rolled her eyes, and took the thin headphones from around her neck, placing them on her ears.<br><br>"Do you mind?" She asked, the man giving her a simple shake of his head. "Thank you." Pressing play on the walkman, she leaned her head back on the seat and closed her eyes.<br><br>'<em>Hard! Rock! Hallelujah!</em>' It was the only cassette she had, and with the invention of CD's and MP3's, the cassette had long bitten the dust. But it was the nastalgia she got Melody liked. It was an oly cassette her mother had given her just before her father died, and she loved it so much. But it had also caused so much pain to those students...<br><br>No. Not pain. Justice. It was <em>justice</em> those fools got, and nothing more. They got exactly what they deserved for ridiculing her her whole life. '<em>Those who are the jokers soon will be the new kings!</em>' Truer words she's never heard.<br><br>A light tap on her shoulder woke her up. She must have fallen asleep in her memories. Taking the headphones from her ears, she looked at the man as he held the door for her. "We're here, Lady Rae."<br><br>"Not Melody." She muttered, stepping out. Turning the walkman off, she looked at the warehouse they had parked before. "Hardrock Hallelujah."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 06:29:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89626.msg3936923#msg3936923">Quote from: Dracoat on 25-11-2010, 18:23:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">*He watched the only other person to enter the cafe. Oddly enough, shortly after him. He made sure to watch her stealthily.* <em>Does she know my secret? I she a VENOM agent? or even a VoV recruiter? I'll have to watch her for any funny business.</em> *He sighed as he finished a sip of some coffee. It was always like this with him now. Jumpy, paranoid, and prone to conclusions. She was just another regular person, trying to make a life in this harsh world just like he was doing.*<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Mon looked up from her coffee suddenly, aware that the other man was watching her. Her heart began to pound furiously, and her first instinct was to lower her eyes to her food again, but people in America stared for many reasons other than to suspect or to intimidate. Reminding herself that, Mon gave the man a weak smile. Her body, though, remained tense, ready to run, to teleport away if the man tried anything funny. <br><br>Suddenly, the cafe felt hot and stiffling. To relieve the heat in her head, Mon pulled her cap off, revealing her two-toned hair. The right half was its original colour, black, but the left half looked as if it had been bleached white, although Mon never used any colour-changing chemicals on her hair. It was unusual, she had to admit, but knowing the culture in America, her appearance probably fit in well with the hippies. She hoped the man staring at her would think of it like that, and nothing more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 06:53:37</strong>
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				*The woman looked up at him and seemed to force a smile. After which she took off her hat. The two toned hair was certainly different, but she was acting too nervous like.* <em>I don't like it, but she definity isn't an agent of either of the two.</em> *He lowered his gave, but still watched her.* <em>In any case I can't make a clean get away this time. Their will be a witness. It'll have to be a quick escape. Not right yet though.</em> *He sipped the last of his coffee and began eating the toasted bagel slowly, planning his way out. He didn't have any money, but he did have to eat. He sighed.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 11:41:35</strong>
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				Mon could see the man still watching her. She was sure the oddity that was her hair had not escaped his notice, but he did not say anything, but lowered his eyes to his own table. She could still feel his attention on her, though, and she did not relax, much like a rabbit cornered. His silent gaze was making her feel more uncomfortable with every passing minute, so finally, she put her bagel down and asked in a low voice, "May I be of any assistance to you, sir? I'm afraid I haven't got much money, if that's what you're after."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 12:08:11</strong>
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				*He started visibly at the sound of her voice. He looked up and smiled, relaxing visibly.* <strong>No, no. Not after anything of yours miss. I just had you mistaken for someone.</strong> <em>Well at least she is just normal and not an agent out hunting. Now time for my escape.</em> *He rose and made a small bow.* <strong>But if'll you'll allow me to apologize, I must be going.</strong> *As he made his way to leave, the cashier looked up.* <strong><em>Sir? Excuse me sir, you have to yet to pay.... Sir!</em></strong> *He was already out the door and had magnetized it shut. So when the cashier went to open the door, it stayed shut, no matter how hard the young man pulled. The cashier looked at Mon questioningly before he rushed to the phone. When he picked up the receiver, no dial tone issued. Adder strolled down the street confident in his success at escaping out of a bill. He sighed.* <em>I can't keep doing this, but I can't risk my name being listed in a payroll either. Man this sucks.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 15:19:31</strong>
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				Mon was totally unsatisfied with the man's answer, and grew even more suspicious when he got up and left in a hurry. He did not even pay for his food, to the exasperation of the cashier, who tried to follow him out the door. The poor boy pulled and pushed on it, but it would not budge. Mon's fingers curled into a fist when she saw this. Oh, if she ever saw him again...<br><br>The cashier ran to the phone, presumably to call the police, but slammed the receiver down again in disgust. "What the --" he swore loudly. Glaring at Mon, the cashier stomped off into the kitchen of the cafe, probably to find another phone to use. <br><br>Left alone, Mon began to think about the the disappearance of that man. How could it be so coincidental that the door was stuck and the phone connection cut right after he left? No, he must have done something, but what? Mon had been watching him leave, but did not see him doing anything to jam the door... Could it be... Could <em>he</em> be...<br><br>Mon's eyes narrowed. To think she had come in such close proximity with another Super, and had not realised it. Who was he? One of the VoV? A member of VENOM? And more importantly, had he realised who she was? This cafe was not safe anymore. Scarfing down the rest of her bagel and lukewarm coffee, Mon left the money for her breakfast on the table. She had told the man the truth; she was running low on cash, but she had not yet stooped that low as to leave without paying. <br><br>The door was still stuck. Mon examined it carefully, but could not find anything in the hinge that could jam it. Then she noticed that both the rim of the door and its frame were both made of steel. Mon smiled grimly to herself, jumped through space-time to the other side the door, then walked away swiftly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>26-11-2010, 15:34:20</strong>
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				*He frowned. Something didn't feel right. He glanced back over his shoulder and nearly had a heart attack to see the woman, just simply appear. She walked in his general direction.* <em>Shit! Was I wrong?!?</em> *He quickened his pace and slipped around the corner ahead. He peeked back around to find her still proceeding at the same pace.* <em>Well at least she seems to not notice I'm still close. Sheesh. This lifestyle sure is rough. Guess I'll just take it easy here in this alley. Hopefully she just keeps going by.</em> *He looked around and found some old ragged newspapers and piled them on top of himself. He smiled smugly to himself.* <em>Perfect, now she won't even see me if she looked down this way!</em> *He layed absolutely still as he heard footsteps approach.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 03:08:05</strong>
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				"Hardrock Hallelujah? I like it." The man smiled, opening the warehouse door for Melody. "Welcome home, Hardrock Hallelujah." The rotten wooden door opened to a large warehouse floor with several crates stacked on high to block something. Stepping around the crates, she came to what appeared to be a small community of homeless, who all stared back at her. "Family Members, I would like to introduce you to our newest sister, Hardrock Hallelujah. From Nevada." At the mention of Nevada, most of the people grouped began to whisper.<br><br>"The stories were true..." One voice hushed.<br><br>"A Necromancer... in the Village..." Another came.<br><br>"And one so young." A third chimed. The man turned to Melody and took her by the shoulders.<br><br>"Hardrock Hallelujah, I would like to officially welcome you to the Village of Villains. Surely you've heard of us."<br><br>"Just what the press says. And it's nothing nice."<br><br>"The press is like every other coporation in this world, Hardrock. Corrupt and easily manipulable. One must simply mention money to them, and they come flocking like bugs to a zapper." He wrapped one arm around her shoulder and started walking her towards a group of people. "I would like to introduce you to a few Villagers who will help you during your stay. This..." He put his free hand on a gruff, older man's shoulder. "Is Lockjaw, our resident metallurgist. His specialty is all types of steel." The man smiled, his teeth comprised of a type of metal which shined a deep crimson.<br><br>"Pleasure." He grunted. The man released Lockjaw and motioned to a woman beside him.<br><br>"And this, is System Shock, our electronics expert. She is a master of electricity, and can get you in anywhere." System Shock bowed and smiled. "And finally..." He motioned to a man dressed in a silver and gold harliquinn print suit, a bow and a quiver of arrows strapped to his back. "We have Xenolord, our marksman, and a bit of a free radical." Xenolord snapped to a salute.<br><br>"Please, Hardrock Hallelujah, make yourself comfortable in our humble abode. Our full stock of anything you might need is available to you. Simply see Lockjaw, System Shock, or Xenolord for help. I would love to stay and chat, but I have things I must attend to. Au revoir." He bowed and disappeared, teleporting away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 13:04:06</strong>
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				Mon walked swiftly, eager to get away. She did not want the cashier in the cafe to catch her after she had managed to get out through the jammed door. She could not know, though that the direction in which she was moving was the same one the man who had run off without paying had gone too. It was only when she noticed the pace of the person walking in front of her quicken did she recognise that grey sweater the man wore. <br><br>Righteous fury at the man's crime returned to her but she was careful not to let it show that she had seen him. She turned the corner after him, humming softly to herself. When she saw him duck into an alley, she smiled. <em>Gotcha...</em> Still humming, she allowed herself to stroll past the entrance of the alley. She made no attempt to quieten her booted footsteps, wanting him to think she had missed him. When she was far away enough so that he would not be able to hear her footsteps again, she teleported to the shadowed end of the alley, waiting for him to emerge. It was dark in the alley, and her mode of transport made no sound, so she was sure that he would not hear her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 13:38:21</strong>
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				<em>Good! Clean getaway.</em> *He sighed and rose out of the piles of old newspapers, shaking one off that was damp.* <strong>Aw! Man, that's just sick, what a horrible idea to hide in those.</strong> *He brushed some other debris off and peeked around the corner of the alley opening.* <em>Good, she is long gone.</em> *He yawned and stretched, completely oblivious of Mon, secure in the thought he had lost her.* <strong>I wonder what that guy thought when he tried to open the door?</strong> *He laughed to himself a bit, then frowned.* <strong>Maybe I can find some job that pays under the table though. Then I won't have to do that to people and I won't have my name callously thrown around.</strong> *He paced restlessly in the alleyway.*
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 17:19:24</strong>
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				The man began to emerge from his hiding place, apparently relieved to have escaped. The smell of the rubbish he had been hiding under wafted over to where she stood, and she crinkled her nose in disgust. <br><br>Now she had the man exactly where she wanted him to be. But what was she going to do? Tackle him and force him to pay? He was still much bigger than her petite Asian frame, and much stronger too. Even if she could teleport, so what? He could break her arms and legs in a heartbeat. And worst of all, she wouldn't have the money to pay for the hospital fees. Nor could she risk getting caught without a legal passport.<br><br>Mon's head snapped up when she heard the man speak. Had he...? No, he was talking to himself... When he laughed, she clenched her fist, ready to walk out to confront him, but then his next line made her pause. Was that... regret... in his voice? It seemed to be... But why did he need to find a job that paid under the table, she wondered. Was he some kind of fugitive too? "Are you some kind of delinquent who cheats cafes of their money because you refuse to get a job?" she mused aloud, the contempt plain in her voice. She remained hidden in the shadows; there was no need to pin this man down. There was no place for him to run. "Shame on you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 18:04:07</strong>
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				*The familiar voice made him jump again.* <em>Geez, I had to bump into another super huh?</em> *His first instinct was to run, but he didn't think that would work.* <strong>So? You've obviously decided to stick your nose into my business without the proper knowledge. Let me enlighten you.</strong> *He sighed.* <em>Today is not a good day after all.</em> <strong>No, I'm not a delinquent and I don't refuse to get a job. Actually it's quite the opposite, but you won't have to listen to my sad story any further.</strong> *He lifted a metal dumpster and rocketed it into the shadows. He bolted out of the alley at a full sprint. He knew that wouldn't stop her, but maybe it would stall her.* <em>Sorry miss, but I'm determined not to be caught up in your moral obligations.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 08:45:14</strong>
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				Her eyes flashed with anger. "You made it my business when you ran out on that poor bewildered cashier without paying," she informed him shortly. His brief answer did nothing to assuage her anger, and to make matters worse, he threw a metal dumpster in her direction. Actually, <em>threw</em> was not the right word to use; his hands never even touched it. <em>Telekinesis?</em> she wondered as she made the wormhole-jump to the mouth of the alleyway. Quick receeding footsteps told her that he had gone left, but the street was more busy now, and she could not guarantee that she would be able to teleport to a place without witnesses. <br><br>Should she pursue? She could try slowing time down as she ran, making her speed appear faster than it really was. But prolonged manipulations of speed were tiring, and coupled with the effort of running -- an action her unfit body was not used to -- things could end up getting out of hand. Furthermore, with him being a Super as well, there was no guarantee that she would catch up to him. <br><br>Mon cursed loudly in Japanese, making a passing lady stare at her in shock and bewilderment. She would have to let him go. Slowly, she began to walk in the opposite direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 15:29:19</strong>
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				Lockjaw looked over Melody when the well-dressed man teleported away. He walked around her and smelled her hair. "So, little girl." He muttered. "Word on the street is you're some kind of Necromancer... can raise the dead, and all that stuff." He placed a hand on her shoulder and sneered. "Any truth to that? Or should I assume you're just another wannabe with a deathwish."<br><br>"Leave her alone, Lockjaw." The man called Xenolord chimed. "We've gotta stick together if we're to survive in this world. We can't afford to let your petty phobias sunder us." He put his hand on Melody's other should. "Come on, Hardrock." He muttered. "Lemme show you to where you'll be staying." Picking up her two bags, he motioned her farther into the warehouse. "You'll have to excuse Lockjaw. He's always been on edge since two weeks ago. Turns out there are some people like us who don't agree with the Village's views. People playing Superman to our Lex Luthor, for lack of better examples." He strolled along a line of beds, each with a suitcase near the head.<br><br>"We're a family, you know. All Meta Humans..." He looked at the confused look on her face. "Uh... Meta Human... it's my word for Super." He waved it away. "Never mind. All us supers have to stick together. Mundanes fear us, Hardrock. They think we'll take what we want, when we want it." He paused momentarily, a sly smile on his face. "It's a all-too real and completely rational fear, of course, but it doesn't make us feel any better." He ran his free hand through his long purple hair. "We live in this shit-hole because there's no place better. Yet, anyways. Say..." He looked at Melody and smiled. "I've got a favor to ask you, for the good of the Village."<br><br>"What is it?" She piqued, unsure of herself.<br><br>"We've been in some negotiations with a local hotel owner we've been trying to get to sell. He's been rather bull-headed so far, refusing to sell his hotel. We need that hotel for living space. The Village has grown since it opened, and this warehouse is bursting at the seems to house us all. A five-star hotel in the middle of Manhattan would both a; give us prime location to come out in the world, and b; would give us better, more numerous living spaces. It's a fairly easy job. In, kill the manager, steal the original contract replacing it with a fake, and out. After, of course, disposing of the body." He held her at arms length. "Whaddaya say?"<br><br>"Well..." She muttered. "If it will help everyone out." Xenolord smiled broadly.<br><br>"I knew I saw an entrepreneurial fire in those eyes! Alright!" He sat down on a bedroll with a quiver of arrows by it, his living area, obviously. Patting the one next to him, he smiled. "You'll be next to me, for now. And if we pull this off, I'll be sure you and I get the high-roller suites. Along with Stonewall, as well. He would be mad if he didn't have a nice place..."<br><br>"Who's Stonewall?"<br><br>"Stonewall's the nice man who brought you here and introduced us. He's also the Village's founder. Some say he's the first Villain, others just think he's like you and I. Enterprising." He patted the bedroll again. "Come on. Put your stuff down and have a nap. You deserve it after that busride. I'll get you up in a few hours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Supers - The Battle of Manhattan</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dracoat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2010, 20:25:37</strong>
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				*He continued running for a bit, then slowed to a more casual stroll.* <em>A man running down the street draws attention, besides</em> *He looked back.* <em>shes not following me now. It's my turn to observe unseen now.</em> *He cut into an alley and climbed up a metal fire escape stairway. He hopped over a ledge and made his way across the roof. He looked around until he spotted the unique hair coloring bobbing through the thin crowd.* <em>Such odd hair makes her easy to spot at least.</em> *He ventured across the roof tops following her.* <em>Now I can see just where she will go. Is she VoV? No, if anything she is with that damned lieing VENOM.</em> *He nearly spit in contempt.*
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