Super Hero RPG

[TyrannoTitan]

Havoc snarled, darting into a nearby alleyway, the sounds slowly fading in the distance as the symbiote navigated the twisting system of alleys, moving in the opposite direction of where the hero was heading...

[C S]

"Wrong way, Earth-born" Vapor's growl like voice chimed over the head set. "Marking positions....now"

The projector plate moved, the green holographic map appearing infront of the hero's eyes. The blue dot marked Galaak's ship, red marked SpeedFreak, and a new yellow one marked the symbiote.

The craft flew over the buildings, casting a shadow over the street, helicopter on its trail. "I dont like the situation at all" Galaak said.
"Just cloak and fly off, I can handle Symbie solo" SpeedFreak replied, using the map to navigate his way to Havoc. He was now running up a building, ready to intercept Havoc in the alley way behind it.
"Would also cause panic" Galaak replied. "I dont think your millitary forces would like knowing theres a craft that can fly in any air space virtually undetected. I know first hand" He added, remembering that the jet that was tailing him until he cloaked.
"First hand?" The boy said, slamming his hands onto the edge of the building and vaulting over the roof with one last kick to the wall.
"Nothing you need to worry about. Defeat that symbiote. Vapor out"

The boy landed at the edge of the building, dropping down onto the fire escape with a metalic thump...

[Giratina93]

Meta-Ridley listened carefully to all that was going on inside the building from the safety of the roof, the cyborg anlyzing everythnig that he heard. "So this sand master has been the one responsible for killing off several ganga in the city..." The draconic being hissed silently to himself. "Master might be in danger if I allow this fool and his companion to continue their folly..." The cyborg shifts it's position as it resumes recording the voies inside, unintentionally letting uot a very loud CREEKish soun as it shifted positions...

[Hopeflower]

"I don't give a damn how many you've killed," Thirteen snarled, her voice roughened by pain and fury. "Her parents were a stain on the name of demons everywhere. They were scum, lower than roadkill - what better revenge for their abandoning their nine-year-old daughter than for her to kill them just when they're sure she's dead?" "If they were scum, what does that make you?" Seven spat. "You're no better than they were. In fact, you're worse, Thirteen!" "You can shut it, traitor!" Zero's second-in-command hissed, suddenly breathing flames at the brunette. The flames turned into a rope which wrapped itself tightly around Seven's neck, burning her skin and making her choke and gasp for air she couldn't get. her hands reached up automatically to try and loosen the hold Thirteen's fire had on her.

[The Kingpin]

"This discussion's over" said Gaara coldly, raising a hand forward, balling it into a fist, the sand following the motion, crushing Thirteen to death, the sands shifting, grinding the crushed form to a bloody pulp, as the large chunks of sand that had pinned the two assassins supporting Thirteen did likewise, killing them...

[Giratina93]

A claw pokes thrugh the roof above Gaara and 7, the claw draws back out, Meta-Ridley places his eye near the hole, allowing him to see what's gonig on, not only satisfying his curiosity, but also allowing him to see just what this "Sand Master" looked like so that he could inform his master...

[Hopeflower]

Seven fell to one knee, coughing as she rubbed her throat. The burn was painful, but it hadn't done much damage. It would heal, given time.

[The Kingpin]

Gaara's eyes narrowed as he noticed a chunk of ceiling crumble above him. suddenly, a pillar of sand shot upwards from the gourd, ripping through the hole in the ceiling with the intention of killing or capturing whatever was above him...

[Giratina93]

Meta-Ridley lept backward, just barly having avoided the pllar of sand. He had been too careless, and now, he was known. Dangit. If his master found out... the dragon shook his head at the prospect of seeing ehr get angry.... Now, the only thnig he needed to sorry about was just getting out of this one alive...

[Hopeflower]

"Trouble?" Seven asked hoarsely, getting up. A few tongues of flame began to grow at her fingertips, faintly resembling a cat's claws.

[The Kingpin]

"We'll deal with it later. first, let's eliminate Zero" answered Gaara...

[Giratina93]

Meta Ridley fianlly regained his composure, the cyborg creaped back over to the hole and put his eye up to it, having figured that, perhaps he could find out this being's weakness...

[Hopeflower]

Seven nodded and started down the hall, or what was left of it. When she reached her leader's door, she rested her hand against it. The heat sensor beeped and she called, "It's me, Zero. Let me in. Something's come up regarding Ira." She waited impatiently for the door to open, and when it did she stepped inside, wondering what was about to happen.

[The Kingpin]

as Gaara neared, sand drifted thinly into the crack of the door hinges, effectively freezing the door in place as he walked in, while the hole that Gaara had blown into the roof sealed itself, a thick layer of sand blocking it...

[Giratina93]

Meta-Ridley snorte in irritation upon seeing the sand cover up the hole. No matter. He'd simply make a new one, this time with abit more "(Finess). Using his tail, the cyborg punctured another hole in the ceiling, this time silently, making sure that no noise or dust fallnig to the ground would alert whomever was in there...

[Hopeflower]

Zero was meditating on the floor, his legs crossed Indian style. His eyes were closed and his back was to the two people who had just entered, but his head turned just slightly. "I see you've brought a guest, Seven," he said, his tone quiet and casual. "And from the smell of things, you've been in a bit of a fight. Are you hurt, my dear?" "Surely you can smell that too, Zero," Seven said coldly. The corner of his mouth twitched. After a short, tense silence, she asked in even colder tones, "Why didn't you tell me you had Ira kill her parents?" "For the simple reason that you would never be ready to know," he answered steadily. "You were always too soft on the assassins. They need to learn that this isn't a game." "She was just a child," Seven growled. Zero's deep green eyes opened. "She was ready, child or not," he said. "She told me herself."

[The Kingpin]

"Ready to kill, perhaps. but her own parents? it takes alot more time to even attempt to ready oneself to kill a parent. regardless of what they did, they were still her parents....they would've changed in time...they would've accepted her eventually....and just like that, you cheated her of the opportunity....you harmed your own assassin instead of helping her become stronger" responded Gaara...

[Hopeflower]

"People don't change," Zero murmured. "They might think they have, but at their core, they're still the same. All it takes is a little nudge for them to go back to acting the way they always have." The demon turned his head more, revealing the black tribal design stretching from the corner of his left eye to his jaw, a scar trailing across the bridge of his nose to meet it. There was a second one just above it, reaching from under the far corner of his right eye to the bridge of his nose, stopping about half an inch along the other's length. There was a silver ring in his lip, and a stud in his eyebrow. His hair, black as a raven's wings, tipped with midnight blue and streaked with deep crimson, brushed his shoulders. On his left shoulder was a tattoo like the ones he gave his most trusted. "Ira was setting herself up for more pain, for further rejection with her hope that her parents would accept her," Zero finished calmly.

[The Kingpin]

"A common excuse to justify one's actions against former enemies. regardless, you still hurt your own assassin rather than helping her. treated properly she could've become a very powerful asset to you. instead, you led her down a path that severed her ties to your little gang forever. And now it's your turn to attone for your actions" said Gaara calmly, eying the Demon through ice blue eyes, cold and emotionless, the young man straightening, crossing his arms, watching the demon...

[Hopeflower]

"Very well..." Slowly, Zero got to his feet, a small ring of fire springing into existence around him. "Let's match your powers with mine." A few knives on a nearby table began to rattle ominously. Zero folded his arms, turning to face the young man as he discretely slipped his fingers into the sheathe he wore disguised as an arm warmer and grasped the handle of one of his daggers.