The Super Hero RP Deluxe! (Closed, Started)

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"Deal; but you're paying for the suit damages When I'm cleared of charges." The women in the suit said before lying on the ground. He figured she wasn't much of a threat or even a major part of this. Probably a regional manager or something just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Hey, just makes my life easier. I'll pay it off with my cricket credit card." He said, never taking his eyes off Domino. He quickly holstered the gun he picked up off the dead guard onto his waist. Two stun batons emerged from his arms, sliding the grips into Terry's hands. They crackled slightly in the safe's cool air. "Okay, on the ground, now."

"Get on the ground? Well that's awfully forward of you, we just met after all," she replied flirtatiously "Besides I prefer to be on top." Domino began striding towards him. He tensed up, slightly blushing beneath his helmet. Well, she's forward. He thought to himself. Despite that, he was ready for her next move.

better yet...

"Surely we can come to some sort of arrangement?"

"Alright, but first let me tell you something" His stun batons quickly retracted as four green rotating disks shot out of his shoulders. They began rotating around Domino, playing a piercing symphony of shrieks. A quartet of crickets from hell. He watched her recoil as the shrieking intensified.

"Cover your ears."

Slender Girl
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"Muahahaha! I'm up to no good, of course!"
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"So, what are you waiting for?! Are you going to challenge me or join me?!"

"Hehehe..." SG stopped grinning, an expression of condemnation in its place. She almost started to walk away from the black knight figure entirely. "How tacky. On second thought, if you have to resort to scaring the civilians to feel better about yourself, then maybe you won't be a good fight after all. But still..." Slender Girl sighed, then her grin returned as she turned to face 'Lord Magnificent' again. "Hehehe... I'll cut down a wannabe villain, if I have to." Slender Girl extended her claws further and assumed a seemingly relaxed stance that was only intended for combat upon closer inspection.

"Anyways what do you do for fun other than sing?" he asked curiously, sitting down next to her.

"Work" she said, then got this 'oh wait' look "You said 'fun', um ... sleep? I tend to work a lot just to make ends met, and most my free time goes toward my singing career." she said, looking more tired now "Wish it would hurry up and take off though, tired of working those minimum wage jobs, and I'm defiantly sick of that stuck up restaurant." she said before yawning

Jack

A road block was set up at the next intersection, and the Vincent Black Shadow was heading straight for it. There was no alley to turn down and making a u-turn was completely out of the question with three police cruisers hot on his tail. As dire as the situation seemed to have turned, Jack certainly had no intentions of giving up now. He tightened his hold on the throttle and pushed the bike's motor as hard as it could go and he sped towards the blockade, almost rocketing down the city block. Still gripping the throttle, he brought himself to his feet like a surfer, keeping low as he maintained his speed.

The officers manning the blockade watched, racked with nerves as the bike roared closer. The one who seemed to be in charge raised a bullhorn, sweating bullets beneath his cap and staring wide-eyed at the approaching perpetrator, and commanded as best he could, "Stop your vehicle immediately!"

"Fat chance, ya wet rag," Jack muttered with a grin. In less than a second, he made a leap and his motorbike faded into nonexistence. His hands were clutching a chain that was tightly wound around the safe which was barreling straight for two of the lined Crown Victorias. At eighty miles an hour, the steel safe plowed into the two fenders, throwing the police cruisers aside like two pieces of a split log. The officers were forced to dive for either the sidewalks to avoid being rammed by their own totaled cars or pelted with bits of metal and glass. Before he hit the pavement, Jack was seated on his Shadow once again, though having no time to really readjust, the safe was now being scraped and dragged down the asphalt. It became momentarily lodged into the side of a parked car before being promptly ripped free as the Shadow made an abrupt turn, its rider calling out as the bike screamed into the night. "Get bent, ya lousy pigs! Woohoo!!"

Dr. Schwertner

After a great deal of scrounging, the scientist had returned to the vehicle with a nearly teetering tower of metal that was neatly stacked on top of an old Radio Flyer wagon, giving a smile and a wave to his escort. He was careful to avoid the dog, knowing just how vicious German Shepherds were often trained to be. He didn't feel a need to be frightened, what with Alex's presence and apparent familiarity with Tatiana, but it never hurt to be careful. He wheeled the pile of scrap over to the rear of the car and began to load the back, giving each piece one last inspection before setting it inside. Lastly, he threw in the wagon and promptly shut the hatch, giving a thumbs up to Alex, a simple gesture that he was all set. The doctor's face was bright with cheer, and with good reason. He was beginning to warm up to the place. If his companion was any indication, the people there were simple, polite, and unsuspecting enough for him to work in peace.

Tess

"Cover your ears."

Tess barely managed to react in time when the disks shot out, clamping her hands over her ears. Even that was only a slight protection and she staggered back for a moment before steadying herself, her expression quickly becoming angry. So that's how you want to play huh? Fine.

Bracing herself she dropped her hands from her ears lashing the rope out onto one of the disks, yanking it aside into another one of the discs. The hideous sound broke, if only for a moment, but it was more than long enough for her purposes. Hoping this had distracted the hero enough she charged forward swinging the briefcase up as though she meant to attack him then darting to the side past him at the last moment only glancing his leg with the case (though this still struck with enough force to put a small dent in the case).

Once past him she moved into a full on sprint, trying to put as much distance between him and her as possible. She slammed through the doors and into the street tearing through the people outside and dashing off, darting into the nearest alleyway she could find. She would have to weave through the streets and alleys more before she felt safe, but hopefully she could outrun the hero in his stupid green suit.

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Tom

"Wish it would hurry up and take off though, tired of working those minimum wage jobs, and I'm definitely sick of that stuck up restaurant."

"I'm sure it will, you've got a decent following online at least so it can't take too long before some big name finds you," Tom replied encouragingly "I know what its like having to work a lot though, I'm working in a restaurant and a comic shop myself to pay for school."

He thought for a moment, an idea forming quickly "You know, I'm a journalism major right now so I might know some people who might be interested in writing an article on you or something, might get your singing a bit more attention," he said "I could even write one myself if no one else is interested, though my articles usually end up in the back pages of the university paper."

Mina

"Cover your ears." the masked hero said before a loud sound echoed through the vault. Mina couldn't cover her ears due to them being over her head at the moment. As the sound built to full screech, Mina winced. It sounded like a million crickets in her ear; terrible in all respects. Now she suddenly knew where the hero's name had come from. She also wanted to crush him like a bug.

Regardless however, she merely pushed through the pain. She'd felt worse pain in her life than a simple blast of sound. After a few more seconds she changed her tune; covering her ears; she'd certainly had worse pain, but it had been when she much younger.

Through it all, she watched her new hire escaped out into the streets. "Running with heroes in pursuit... She'll make an excellent employee." Mina couldn't help but think. A few seconds passed but the sound hadn't stopped; whether it was because the hero was still going or because her ears was ringing wasn't clear what with the laying on the ground. Taking a chance she yelled out. "Will you cut that out before I need hearing aids!"

Theodore

"... Several minutes ago; two heroes entered the bank to apprehend the target. Reports confirm one of the masked heroes' to be The Crick. Unconfirmed reports suggest the other hero is The Phantom of the Opera. Witnesses say the unknown villain has two hostages into the vault. Further details as they develop."

Theodore put down the small mirror he'd been using to show both himself and the bank before editing and sending out the footage to his website. Breaking news like this was a rarity for him; usually he wasn't close enough to such events to do this kind of news but every now and again he happened across something interesting.

Walking over to one of the police officers, he thought he'd get a statement. Everyone loves the police after-all. It was as he was getting the statement that the doors opened. A woman - and it was obviously a woman - burst through the door and darted into an alley. Reaching out, Theodore touched the officer and borrowed his "pursuit of criminals" talents before running down the same alley.

While he had little hope of keeping up given his sedentary life as a broadcaster, with a little luck he'd be able to get a good shot of the villainess and give his report a proper thumbnail. He took off down the alley, dodging garbage dumpsters and jumping over fallen debris; commentating the entire time. "This is Dr. Loveless reporting. The robber - an unknown villainess - just left the bank seconds ago; running down an alley. She appears to be carrying a small briefcase and wearing a domino mask." At that point, his breath started to be lost.

"Regular - *breath* - viewers will know that - *pant* - I'll never let a story go - *wheeze* - if its in my power. I'm currently - *puff* - pursuing her in hopes of - *gasp* - getting an exclusive quote. Loyal viewers; wish me - *rasp* - luck!"

Rias giggled a little. "Well anything little bit could help so if you feel I'm worth a story, go for it" She said, smiling a little. She took one more deep breath then stood up and stretched "Anyway, that's enough loafing around." Rias turned to Tom "Thank you again for coming, but I have some things to talk over with the band before I go home" she said before giving a little 'bye' wave and heading back stage.

Frederick Rolls

"Cover your ears."

Frederick did as the Crick said, and lucky was that. Even a ghost could hear that horrible, scrilling sound, after all, and he wasn't that fond of loud noises like this. However, a rather understandable reaction followed from the one who suffered the most for this, the masked villainess. She ran out, and Frederick followed after, though not before making it clear that he did, appearing for a short moment, showing that he was heading after the masked one, and disappearing again. It was easy enough to keep up with her -After all, he could just fly after her without worrying about cars or people- however, he was surprised to get another person along. Even more surprising was who it was, Theodore Lovelace, often called Dr. Loveless when hosting a show. They knew each other from a while back -before he had been stabbed- and were friends.

Always there for the scoop, I suppose.

He resisted the temptation of suddenly appearing, instead he just followed along.

"Regular - *breath* - viewers will know that - *pant* - I'll never let a story go - *wheeze* - if its in my power. I'm currently - *puff* - pursuing her in hopes of - *gasp* - getting an exclusive quote. Loyal viewers; wish me - *rasp* - luck!"

Two things amused Frederick as he kept an eye on the masked woman. Firstly, the fact that someone younger than him was having more difficulties running than he had, and that really said something. The second thing was just what the man was running for. Not some sort of vigilante justice, rather it was for a statement. Finally, Frederick decided to stop playing around, and spoke, though without appearing, and only to Theodore.

"Hey, Loveless," he started, and chuckled at how exhausted the other looked. Mostly because they were friends, and because he knew the feeling very well. "You'll get your quote as long as you grab her for me," he continued, then flew ahead. He only made himself visible again when he was in front of the vilainess, and appeared. He wasn't as solid as a human, which meant that he would have a hard time grabbing her, but she'd still be able to feel him if she tried to run through him, hopefully that was enough to stop her, if only for a moment. It was a rather small alley, with only two ways to go, both currently blocked by people. Or rather, a journalist and a ghost.

"Not so fast!" The Specter's eerie voice said, as the just as creepy mask appeared, followed by the rather white, misty image of his body. "Robbing banks is a no-no, so I'm going to have to stop you."

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Tim Merridy

"How tacky. On second thought, if you have to resort to scaring the civilians to feel better about yourself, then maybe you won't be a good fight after all. But still... Hehehe... I'll cut down a wannabe villain, if I have to."

Tim laughed again, and looked at her claws. This one was a rather odd hero, looking like some sort of monster from a horror movie, and using claws. However, he just made his spikes a little spikier, and got closer.

"I'm going to enjoy seeing you try!" he replied. "I think you might be stretching yourself a bit thin, though, miss horrible horror monster!" Tim thrust the lance towards the unlikely hero, hoping to hit her arm or something. He wasn't in this for murder, after all, just pure and awesome chaos!

"How do you like that?!" Lord Magnificent yelled, voice growing more eager, and slightly more malicious. "Still feeling all high and mighty?!"

"Crap" The Crick cursed under his breath, the sound of a server and piston straining themselves in his leg.

A few seconds go, he thought Domino was trying to hit from above. He had a pneumatic fist ready to block the hit, but at the last second she smashed him in the leg. She quickly ran past him and he heard a slight breeze, probably the Specter in pursuit. The Crick didn't feel any pain since there was nothing fleshy to hit, but there was plenty mechanical bits to hit under a dented plate of armor. He quickly popped off the dented armor and replaced it with a fresh plate.

By now the police had arrived, the sounds of sirens sparkling the street. He could probably catch up to Domino if he ran at full speed and-

"Will you cut that out before I need hearing aids!" The woman in the suit yelled out from the floor.

"Sorry about that ma'am." He said as the remaining disks returned to him. "When you have powers like mine, you either learn to block out unwanted noises or learn to love them...also we're giant metal box, my apologies for the discomfort."

He walked over to the woman and began helping her up. She brushed him away and began showing herself out. It felt more like he was following her than escorting her out of the bank. The police were waiting outside and began running over.

"You're gonna want this." He said handing the gun over to the nearest cop. "And you're gonna want to ask her about that." He said motioning to the woman in the suit.

Tess

"Robbing banks is a no-no, so I'm going to have to stop you."

Tess was startled by the sudden appearance of the ghostly individual, but didn't slow her pace "Out of my way!" she snarled, ramming into and through the apparition, the shock of doing so sent shivers down her spine and she stumbled to a stop, spinning to face him. The reporter following behind him was also a nuisance, have to be careful about how I act here, need to keep a deceptive image going after all.

"Sorry ghost-boy, but I've got errands to run," she said, then directed her voice more at Loveless "All you need to know is that I didn't kill anyone, you really want an interview then you'll have to find a more private place for us to talk next time."

With that said she turned and began to run once more, hoping to lose the Phantom in the alleys. He can fly and go through things though, might not be able to though I can at least ditch the reporter for now.
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Tom

"Thank you again for coming, but I have some things to talk over with the band before I go home."

"No problem! I'll see you around then," Tom replied, "I'll be sure to let you know if anything good comes up!"

Ideas on how to proceed with the article bounced around in his head, there were certainly a few people he would ask, but it couldn't hurt to write an article himself either.

Might have to text her to ask a few questions or something, maybe get a picture from one of her performances if the paper decides that one should be run with the article. Of course I mostly review movies and stuff, so I'll have to ask around to see if someone else can be of more help. He remembered hearing somewhere that one of his professors might even know Dr. Loveless, a personality Tom himself listened to fairly often, I should definitely see if I can try and get in contact with him, he likes talking about supers so he might be interested in interviewing Rias or something.

He sat around the bar a few moments longer, considering getting something to drink before shrugging and heading out, wondering what other fun the night might have in store for him.

Dr. Loveless

"All you need to know is that I didn't kill anyone, you really want an interview then you'll have to find a more private place for us to talk next time." the woman said, which was an odd thing to say really. Did that mean someone had died? Well, regardless he'd caught it on tape.

"I'm gonna hold you to that!" Dr. Loveless called out as he reached the Phantom of the Opera. He made it another five feet before he dropped to his knees. Then came the hard breathing. Then he vomited. "I - *breath* - REALLY - *breath* - need - *breath* - to - *breath* - work - *breath* - out - *breath* - more." he said between breaths. It was very true. Incidentally, he was cutting this particular part of the broadcast out. He had enough trouble with women without them having the image of him throwing up in a street corner on the internet.

When he finished catching his breath he turned to the Phantom. "So... anything to say for your fans?" he said with a smile, completely ignoring his state.

Mina

"And you're gonna want to ask her about that." The Crick said, handing her over to the police. "Thanks for saving me The Crick." she said in what sounded like a genuine tone. Truthfully his arrival (or at least the arrival of someone like him) was expected, but she couldn't help but be annoyed with his exact timing. Another minute and she'd have accomplished everything she needed.

Thereafter she made her way to the police. It didn't take long to clear herself of the basic charges - it was her bank after all and she'd been in there legally as all of the bank staff attested. The matter of the security guard's death was a bit more difficult to explain, but all it took was a tearful description of the "events" saying how the gun had been hers (for which she had all the proper documentation to carry) and how he'd made a ploy to stop the robber, triggering a disastrous series of events that lead to the gun tragically misfiring at guard.

No one would question the story too hard; that was why she donated generously to the policeman's retirement fund. Well, that and... other reasons.

Needless to say she had a lot of work to do now; making a scholarship in the "fallen hero's" name and reassuring her stockholders. All in all, it wouldn't be too bad and it all played into her hand well. "If only Kitsu and the girls could see me now" she thought.

Alex stayed near Tatiana and occasionally stroked her back. The dog quietly growled at the doctor with suspicion which Alex should be doing as well but he felt kind of good helping out a stranger. He knew of the other heroes that would make it a point to look for anybody in certain danger but Alex only regarded those who were close by. Hundreds of crimes could be happening in the city but then there would be other heroes to respond to them. He wasn't the other one so why should he have to worry about every little crime that happened in the city. His target was the mafia and nothing else.

When the man was finished and signaled back to Alex, he rubbed Tatiana's head and untied her to the post. The dog wandered around, now free from the post while Alex walked back to the car. When both of them were in the car, he sped off back to the docks. The man certainly understood English as displayed earlier and it might just be his speech skills that hindered him so Alex decided to press a bit further.

"The parts are for the generator?" Alex asked. "Generator for what?"

"Thanks for saving me The Crick." The women said, sounding genuinely appreciative. Terry nodded and bounded to the nearest building. He sat back, listening to her testimony. He wasn't too surprised to find she was the owner of the bank, he was more interested what what had happened with the gun. She detailed what was simply an unfortunate accident and he began to honestly regret slightly antagonizing her.

"The Specter must have drifted in around the end of this, " he thought to himself.

Terry turned away from bank and looked over the alleys. Either The Phantom has caught Domino is and is currently wondering where the hell The Crick is or he's drifting around aimlessly while she makes her escape. He groaned under his breath. Domino had landed a stupidly lucky collapsing the corner in on a plate of armor. If it wasn't for that he could've easily kept up with her. At least the rest of the frame work had held up and protected the internal mechanisms.

"Welp, nothing left to do but look around and hope I can-" He finally noticed the blinking in the corner of his helmet. "No way, now way in hell." He thought to himself. Terry tuned in and was greeted to the image of The Specter .

"So... anything to say for your fans?" The voice of Dr.Loveless said.

Terry couldn't believe. He typically tuned into Loveless's reports for entertainment usually. The guy was interesting and oddly on top of things. Also his camera work was amazing for someone without a crew and without camera. (Terry typically assumed Loveless had a small camera on his person, probably his tie or his hat.)

He took off, comparing the sound of the broadcast with the surrounding alleys. If they couldn't catch Domino at least they could regroup.

Dr. Schwertner

"The parts are for the generator? Generator for what?"

So much for simple and unsuspecting, Vinzenz thought, clearly thinking too soon when he made that observation. Different scenarios played out in his mind as the doctor contemplated how to proceed. It was far too late for him to play the 'I don't speak English' card, and as far as he could tell Alex knew that he could understand it at the very least. Concocting some sort of lie wouldn't be difficult, but there was the issue of Alex knowing where he was operating from and having the ability to drop by whenever he pleased to see if things were any different than he would claim. And he doubted that he could find a place as secluded as the warehouse that was close enough to effectively move everything with that little wagon. Perhaps he would just lay everything out for the man. Save for the fine details, of course. He needn't know the endgame of his operation. However, there were a few possible outcomes should he choose to do just that. The man could be completely indifferent and just go on his way after they were finished. It was a pleasant thought, but very unlikely. There was a chance the guy would be interested in the doctor's work and become eager to assist further, which would be ideal so long as he could keep quiet about it. Finally, there was the great probability that he would react negatively with the discovery of Schwertner's intentions. That would certainly come with an array of issues, most problematic being the potential for the man to act against the doctor. Though Vinzenz would rather not need to resort to it, he didn't think himself above delivering a fatal blow to the back of the man's head with one of the pieces of metal in the rear compartment.

"To verk. Mein...laboratory," Vinzenz answered, just before Alex could open his mouth to ask again. It was done. He said it. At least what little of it he could for the moment. He drummed his fingers on his lap as he waited for some kind of response, but not before looking at Alex inauspiciously, "Tell no von. If you need detail, I need Deutsch-Englisch book."

Slender Girl

Tim thrust the lance towards the unlikely hero, hoping to hit her arm or something. He wasn't in this for murder, after all, just pure and awesome chaos!

"How do you like that?!" Lord Magnificent yelled, voice growing more eager, and slightly more malicious. "Still feeling all high and mighty?!"

"Hehehehe..." Slender Girl dodged the lance blow, bending out of the way to catch the protrusion momentarily between her claws. With a flick of her wrists, the lance sundered into pieces. "All of that pole and you still came up short..."

Slender Girl closed the distance between herself and the blob, preparing to lash out and claw somewhere on his sides.

Frederick Rolls

"Sorry ghost-boy, but I've got errands to run,"

The villain said, after she had run straight through him. She had to be feeling eerie about that, though, the feeling was probably stranger for him, parts of his body just sort of... getting shifted, yet not. There was no damage to him, of course not, but as she ran further away, he found himself hesitating. To follow. He would, but he might as well let her run first, it was easy enough for him to find someone.

"So... anything to say for your fans?"

Frederick turned to Theodore, he supposed he could say something. The man had thrown up from running too much, after all, though, truthfully, Frederick never shared much details with the press.

"I wish I could grab people," he started off, remarking it with a sarcastic tone. "Also... wait, I have fans?" No one would be able to see the amazement and concern at this, but the Specter sounded baffled as he spoke. "Why? I'm a ghost, not some... some role model." He tilted in the air, looking down on the journalist while hanging upside down.

"Are you sure that there's any fans? Because I find that very hard to believe. Regardless, if you want statements on the case, then I have none, sharing details this early in the investigation phase isn't something I wish to do." He turned the right way again, and added; "I'll continue to pursue the suspect, though, if I manage to get ahold of her, she'll have to give you that interview."

With that, he flew ahead. Being higher up now, he could see the Crick, and wondered if the eager hero would follow as well, or take more time talking to Dr. Loveless. Regardless, it wasn't difficult for Frederick to relocate the woman again, though this time he got closer instantly, still visible. He was keeping up with her, not far above her, but not actually trying to grab her. At times, he wondered if he should just go from using his powers to not, and regain the ability to do so, but he decided that he would manage without risking his identity.

Tim Merridy

"Hehehehe... All of that pole and you still came up short..."

Lord Magnificent was taken by surprise by how easily his lance had been cut apart. However, instead of dwelling on it, he laughed as well, goo shifting on his armor as he got ready for another attack.

At least she's not all talk, this'll be fun!

"I see you couldn't wait to grab the lance!" he said, mockingly. "However, that is far from the only thing this dark knight can do!"

The goo became tentacles as she got closer, gripping her hands. More goo was created and sent towards her hands, in short time the heroine's arms were covered in the black stuff, gripping her, trying to hold her in place.

"I'll continue to pursue the suspect, though, if I manage to get a hold of her, she'll have to give you that interview."Terry heard in his helmet.

He was so close to the action he practically didn't need the broadcast, though The Specter's humor was appreciated. As he approached a set of alleyways The Specter rose above the buildings, obviously moving towards a fleeing suspect. Domino. Terry bounded over, practically running alongside The Specter.

"Hey, we need to end this now. I'll pull ahead and cut her off. You cover the rear and-" Terry stared at The Specter for a moment and remembering that he's...well a specter. Most of his suspects were caught by running towards the cops to get away from him. Terry thought for a second and grinned beneath his helmet.

"Make sure Loveless get's his interview."

He pulled away and launches himself off the roof, rolling as he hit the pavement, and quickly turning to face Domino.

"Okay, one chance to surrender, one second to make that choice. Your move."

Theodore

"Also... wait, I have fans? Why? I'm a ghost, not some... some role model. Are you sure that there's any fans? Because I find that very hard to believe." The Phantom of the Opera said with no small degree of surprise. Theodore raised an eyebrow and scratched his head. "Well of course you have fans; every hero has a fan or two; and you've got a lot more since I talk about you all the time. Who do you think gave you some of your hero names?" Theodore said with no small amount of surprise himself. He'd never expected the infamous Phantom to be so... human.

Before he could say anything more, the specter spoke again. "Regardless, if you want statements on the case, then I have none, sharing details this early in the investigation phase isn't something I wish to do. I'll continue to pursue the suspect, though, if I manage to get a hold of her, she'll have to give you that interview." Theodore watched as he floated away, followed by The Crick not far behind. Theodore screamed after them as they pursed "Good Luck!"

He waited there for a few minutes before he spoke again. "Well there you have it ladies and gentlemen; the word of The Phantom of the Opera aka the Specter... or is it Spectre? This is Dr. Loveless signing... ah, who am I kidding." he said finally, before pivoting on his heels and laying in a pursuit course himself. If there was even the slightest chance of a super fight, he had to get it on camera-eye.

Mina

After a few minutes, Mina was let go by the police and into the care of the medical staff. She in turn quickly dismissed them saying she had a "private physician" on the way. She took a few moments to find a quiet place inside the bathroom of one of the buildings across the street. There, she summoned her staff and transformed. She needed to check on her investment

Casing her scry upon a pool of water, she could see The Crick and another hero in hot pursuit of her newest employee. "Well this won't do." she said in a disgustingly sweet voice. Transforming the staff into a scythe, she made her way out the back and took flight; intent on ensuring her newest hire would make a clean escape.

Alex

"Tell no von. If you need detail, I need Deutsch-Englisch book."

Now things started to get interesting.

"Okay, this will be our secret." Alex reassured. "But after I drop you off, I will come back with a book." He warned. More questions started to arise in Alex's head but he didn't want to press the German scientist any further. If he pushed him too much then things would go wrong. After all, Alex knows where the man works and operates to it wouldn't be much of an issue to check up on the doctor. He didn't even need the car to do that.

Alex remained silent for the rest of the drive. They arrived back at the warehouse without any issues and Alex helped unload the metal the doctor took from the scrapyard. Once everything was out, Alex closed the hatch and said a few words to the doctor.

"I will be back tomorrow. You will tell me what you are doing, okay? I'm not going to steal or tell. I just want to know. Goodbye." With that, Alex left the doctor to his musings and drove off.

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Stefan

Stefan stayed up the whole night collecting information about the city through as many websites as he could go to. It was a fairly large city with lots of opportunities and he necessarily didn't need the company to tell him what to do. He's been a mercenary for far too long to be idle in one place for some time. He started to feel restless despite the cheap wine he bought. Stefan checked the scanner he also bought on the way back to his hotel.

He checked the police frequency and heard that quite a bit was going on tonight. There was a high-speed chase earlier but the perpetrator got away and a bank robbery with the thief on the loose.

"What an exciting night..." Stefan said as he looked outside to the neon lights across the street from him. Then the sound of an email drew his eyes to the laptop once more. He opened the email from his new contacts and read its contents. Stefan grinned and leaned back. "I think, I'm going to like it here.

Tess

"Okay, one chance to surrender, one second to make that choice. Your move."

Tess' sweet expression barely faded, though she recognized she was up against quite a wall here with not only the pest from the bank having caught up to her but the ghost and a reporter on her tail. She glanced from side to side, searching her surroundings for something she could use and spying a dumpster.

"My my aren't I popular?" she said, backing up towards the wall, and the dumpster, pressing a hand against it as if to steady herself "Not sure I like this crowd though, might need to... take out the trash!"

As she said the last line she pushed against the back of the dumpster, imbuing it with a will and strength of its own. To an outsider it would look as though she had just hurled the dumpster with incredible force at the armored hero but on the contrary it was tumbling forward under its own power, well her power given to it.

As it tumbled forward towards the hero she started to run behind, jumping in the air and throwing her rope out at him as well hoping to wrap around his head and visor. If she was going to get away she knew she needed to even the odds a little, the ghost wasn't too much trouble but the Crick on the other hand, well she had tired of his buzzing.

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Tom

"However, that is far from the only thing this dark knight can do!"

Tom was surprised, not to find a super fight going on that was a fairly regular occurrence for him, but to find that one of the supers seemed to have his powers. A few people had already started to film it on their phones, muttering to each other about who they thought would win, or how they thought the goo guy was a hero or something.

I need to take action! If only to keep Sir Awesome's name clear!

Tom ducked into a nearby alley, fortunately everyone in the area was distracted by the fight either running from it or drawn to it. He took a deep breath and let the goo materialize around him.

Moments later Sir Awesome flowed out of the alley and yelled at the fighting supers "HALT!" he declared, then spotted that Slender Girl (as he recognized the hero) was trapped by the insidious doppelganger's goo "Release her and cease your villainy this instant! Or you will face the mighty heroics of Sir AWESOME!"

"My my aren't I popular?" Domino said, backing up towards the wall, and the dumpster, pressing a hand against it as if to steady herself.

"Not sure I like this crowd though, might need to... take out the trash!"Terry almost groaned at the horrible joke, but was cut off as Domino sent the dumpster tumbling towards Terry. He ran forward, jumping over the dumpster and into the air. Domino took to the air as well and swung her lasso around his visor. He could hear his helmet straining as he momentarily perched himself on an alley wall, gripping a pipe. It was almost as if the rope was tightening.

Okay, you wanna fight like a superhuman, you're gonna get a superhuman, he thought to himself. Terry understood Domino wasn't going to make this easy. Fine. Despite his own wishes, he wasn't going to go easy on her.

She may have blinded him, but he wasn't deaf. He could feel the tension in the rope straighten out as Domino moved in the air. The moment he heard her land, he sprung off the wall and straight at her. He swung his arm out and close-lined her, knocking Domino off her feet.

Terry clasped the rope and pulled it off over his helmet. He immediately readied a pneumatic fist.

"Sorry that may have been a bit much. But considering you just threw a dumpster at me, I think you can handle it."

Slender Girl

"I see you couldn't wait to grab the lance!" he said, mockingly. "However, that is far from the only thing this dark knight can do!"

The goo became tentacles as she got closer, gripping her hands. More goo was created and sent towards her hands, in short time the heroine's arms were covered in the black stuff, gripping her, trying to hold her in place.

Despite the annoyance of being bogged down, and the grindfest this tactic might form, Slender Girl's grin increased further if at all possible. Seems this blob man's not useless after all... Well then...

"Hehehehe..." Slender Girl began bending herself around, preparing to break free and make a quip, when...

Moments later Sir Awesome flowed out of the alley and yelled at the fighting supers "HALT!" he declared, then spotted that Slender Girl (as he recognized the hero) was trapped by the insidious doppelganger's goo "Release her and cease your villainy this instant! Or you will face the mighty heroics of Sir AWESOME!"

Slender Girl froze momentarily, her grin becoming forced. Damnit, no! I'm not having someone steal the only good fight I've had all this week!

Slender Girl contorted herself unnaturally while her foe was distracted by the newcomer, her claws extending to cleave her free of the goo from the inside. As she broke free, she spun around, her claws increasing in size. When she addressed the interloper, she kept her eyes on her opponent.

"Swooping in to save the girl when it looks like she's in trouble? How sweet," she began, clearly mocking his timing and persona. Her grin was more vicious than excited now. "Or are you just using the white knight shtick to cover your ass while you prove you're not him? Either way, it's obvious you aren't Lord Compensates-A-Lot here, Goo Guy, so you can stop interrupting and go find another day to save."

Frederick Rolls

"Hey, we need to end this now. I'll pull ahead and cut her off. You cover the rear and-"

The Crick just stared at him for a moment, thinking again.

"Make sure Loveless get's his interview."

"Of course," Frederick replied, though it was pretty clear that the other had been avoiding saying that the suspect would pass through him. That much was obvious, though, and he still had a few tricks down his sleeve, if just tricks he didn't particularly feel like using due to risks.

"My my aren't I popular? Not sure I like this crowd though, might need to... take out the trash!"

With that, the female suspect touched a dumpster. While he'd assume she was throwing it, it seemed a little too effortlessly, at least from where the Specter was observing from. She also threw her rope towards the Crick, and, while he had no chance to aid his fellow hero quickly enough, the Crick seemed to manage well enough.

"Sorry that may have been a bit much. But considering you just threw a dumpster at me, I think you can handle it."

I'm not too sure about that.

Frederick remarked in his head. Since he could do little but watch as events unfolded, he had watched, and, from the looks of it, something didn't fit in. Rope didn't just neatly wrap itself around someone's helmet like that, and she hardly looked strong enough to throw a dumpster that effortlessly. She had barely touched it, after all.

Also, if her ability had been super-strength, would she really have needed to blind the Crick?

He doubted so.

There's something about this whole situation that doesn't quite fit.

He went down and grabbed the rope, his right hand shifting from the eerie white and smoky to his natural skin color as he did. Examining it, he flew back up, if there was something off about it he would see it. Besides, if it tried to grab him, it'd be grabbing at smoke. While he couldn't do a lot to help the Crick during the combat, the hero seemed to be fending well for himself. And, if something happened, figuring out how her abilities worked would be useful.

Tim Merridy

"HALT! Release her and cease your villainy this instant! Or you will face the mighty heroics of Sir AWESOME!"

A voice yelled from outside the fight. Tim turned towards the voice, as the female hero got herself loose from the goo. If nothing else, she was a decent challenge, this would be fun. Or rather, would have been, had the other hero not insisted on breaking the fight up. The female hero seemed as annoyed as him about it, actually, making her claws longer, trying to either intimidate him or the newcomer.

"Swooping in to save the girl when it looks like she's in trouble? How sweet. Or are you just using the white knight shtick to cover your ass while you prove you're not him? Either way, it's obvious you aren't Lord Compensates-A-Lot here, Goo Guy, so you can stop interrupting and go find another day to save."

Lord Magnificent laughed as the two heroes were clearly disagreeing on how it should be done. While the oddly familiar -in the sense that the newly arrived ball of goo seemed to have a less elegant version of his own powers- hero spoke like a rather typical hero, the one he'd been fighting clearly wasn't. Not only because of her lack of latex and eerie appearance, but also because she seemed to revel in the fight. Was he dealing with an anti-hero and the goody two-shoes? And why hadn't he said the second out loud?

"Hey, there, goo-dy two-shoes, it's not that I can't take the two of you out at once, but the creepy lady is right, don't get involved!" He laughed, as the goo around him changed again. It was becoming harder, less goo-like and more like a fabric, if only a very strong one. The spikes became sharper and longer, while he pointed at this "Sir Awesome".

"If you really insist on fighting, how about waiting for this to be done?! There's plenty of spikes here for you both to get impaled on, after all!"

His evil laughter only grew louder, and the echo from the hardened goo made it sound ominous and creepy, like a true villain's laughter should be! He then reached forward, attempting to attack the female hero while the situation still seemed to be centred around the other hero. While he wouldn't be able to avoid being seen -she was still looking at him, after all- the speed as well as the randomness of his move might take her by surprise and let him get a hit in. Unfair, perhaps, but a battle was a battle. Besides, what kind of villain would he be if he fought fairly?

Witch-Girl

Mina arrived o the scene just in time to see her newest employee launch a dumpster into the air with incredible force. Apparently she was more than just a highly skilled and brazen thief, she also had super powers. That would come in handy later. Mina couldn't help but laugh to herself about how fortunate she was to discover the perfect candidate for her plan: someone with super powers and with enough greed and questionable morality to do what needed to be done. Truly; fate must be on her side.

Sitting sideways on her floating scythe, she watched from above. She'd aid her new ally if and when she was ready to commit to the action. For now, it was enough to wait. If the thief could escape on her own, that'd be fine. If she needed a little help fighting off some misguided heroes, that'd also be fine. If she needed to play the hero to help her captured ally escape, well that'd be just fine too. There was no need to hurry when there were so many possibilities left.

Dr. Loveless

Theodore was out of breath when he rounded the last corner to where the fight was taking place; not that this was any kind of surprise. Looking out, he expected to see some kind of super human battle going on that defined the known laws of physics. Instead, all he saw was the large shadow of a dumpster flying at him. Adrenaline pouring into his veins, he ducked back around the corner just as the dumpster was about to crush him. Luck was apparently a fickle mistress.

When he rounded the corner again, he saw The Crick battling the unknown non-murderer thief while The Phantom of the Opera... played with rope. Well, his fans would be disappointed. Almost as soon as he'd gotten hold of the situation, he started broadcasting. "This is Dr. Loveless with an update regarding the earlier bank robbery. The thief - an unknown super villain with some sort of super strength ability is being engaged by The Crick and The Phantom of the Opera down here on 5th Ave between Lexington and Broadway. Apparently, the villain is putting up quite the fight for these two veteran heroes with no telling who'll win this battle. Stay tuned for live coverage of the events."

Rias throws open a side door that leads to the alley "HEY!!! You idiots wanna try to keep the moaning from your 'ego circle jerk' down to a dull roar, some of us are trying to work still and I can hear you through the BRICK WALLS" she yelled to the trio in the alley, Tim and Tom would notice she looked more or less recovered from her performance, but she was most defiantly pissed off "I'm sure there's an abandoned warehouse or something near by you can wreck, go there and stroke your egos" she added, while making a 'go on, shoo' motion with her hands.

Tom

"Or are you just using the white knight shtick to cover your ass while you prove you're not him? Either way, it's obvious you aren't Lord Compensates-A-Lot here, Goo Guy, so you can stop interrupting and go find another day to save."

Tom was somewhat taken aback by this response, Slender girl seemed to be in much less trouble than it initially had looked and even the villain she was fighting snapped at him for interfering. Well... I suppose it wouldn't be fair to gang up on the villain here, whatever his name is, but I'm not going to leave.

"My apologies," he declared "It looked to me like you needed assistance, though now I can see you have the situation under control. I will be standing by to keep civilians safe while you do battle with this miscreant."

That said he started to spread himself out somewhat, trying to stay between as many bystanders and the battle as he could. He felt somewhat hurt by Slender girl's misinterpretation of his motives, but if she wanted to handle this on her own he would oblige. His sadness intensified somewhat when Rias popped out of the bar and started yelling at them, though he decided not to address her. Hopefully the fight would be over quickly and the villain would either run off or be captured, he just wanted to focus on keeping people safe for the time being.

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Tess

"Sorry that may have been a bit much. But considering you just threw a dumpster at me, I think you can handle it."

Sloppy! Tess chided herself for getting hit, she had expected the combination of dumpster and blinding rope to be more effective but it seemed the Prick was more adaptable than she had assumed. She recovered quickly though, her enhanced clothing absorbed most of the blow and she was back on her feet before he could strike again.

I still need to run, but I can't do much to that ghost and the Prick can just leap after me. The dumpster hadn't solved anything so it seemed some new strategy was in order. Or... the dumpster was still under her control, if she wanted to play out her hand. She didn't like the idea of doing so with the reporter lurking nearby though, one hero claiming she had telekinesis or something was bad enough on its own.

"How rude, don't you know better than to hit a lady?" she replied, an idea springing to mind inspired in part by the Prick's own ghost which had taken her rope and seemed to be examining it.

"Alright, you got me, I know when I'm outmatched," she said, raising her hands as if to surrender. No doubt the sudden shift in demeanor would be surprising, the rope springing to life and wrapping around the Specter's hand with painful tightness was hopefully even more so, though even that was likely topped by the dumpster throwing itself directly at the Crick's back.

"Looks like you aren't the only one with some ghostly backup!" she declared, laughing in faked surprise and turning to run just as the dumpster barreled down on him. Hopefully leaving no time for the Prick to react, she had even tried to aim the dumpster low (well as low as one could aim a dumpster) in the hopes of damaging his legs. Hopefully the rope could distract the ghost long enough for her to get out of sight of both of them, all she needed was enough of a gap to change without being seen and she would be in the clear.

"Alright, you got me, I know when I'm outmatched," She said, putting her arms in the air. Terry lowered his fist but kept the pneumatic ready as he reached for his handcuffs. Terry really hoped she was giving up, she had to understand there was no easy way out of this right? He began walking over, ignoring the faint thuds and clangs coming up from behind.

"Looks like you aren't the only one with some ghostly backup!" Domino yelled out, just as Terry realized the danger.

"Ah crap!" Terry yelled dropping the cuffs and instinctively beginning to turn. But it was too late, a corner of the dumpster essentially stabbed the back of Terry's legs, well, his exosuit's legs. The armor absorbed the impact but forced him onto his stomach. He tried to push against it, his own muscles and the motors in his upper arms straining. They shouldn't be having this much trouble! He yelled in his head. It felt like the dumpster had force behind it, like it was being propelled.

"Gah, I knew you had a part-" Terry was cutoff as the dumpster slammed his head into the ground. His helmet absorbed most of the force but the impact was still jarring. The dumpster lay on his back, still applying force, Terry desperately pushed bac from a semi push-up position.

"Fiddlers, lock onto previous target! Pursue!" Terry yelled, two fiddlers just managing to eject from his shoulder mounts. The rest were jammed. He couldn't believe this. He was essentially being crushed by something the size of a small car that weighs about as much as a small car with the applied force of a small MOVING car.

And I pull people out from under mangled cars! Terry thought to himself. Not the suit, not the motors, Me! Terry looked at the fist he was jamming into the ground to keep himself semi-upright. It's pneumatics were still ready.

But the suit does help.

Terry quickly tried to aim the pneumatic fist and the dumpster's force increased from the lack of needed support. But those few second were vital, as Terry slammed the fist against the dumpster, sending it into the air for a few seconds. He tucked his legs in and kicked the dumpster back, rolling away from it in the process. Terry jumped to the wall, grabbing another railing, like prey avoiding a large merciless predators.

The heavy motors in his suit powered down, his suit slumping slightly. His electrical systems were still active, the suspension present, but most of the suits enhanced strengths were finished for now. The suit was essentially running on full Terry power now, or at least until he had a moment to sort things out.

And by the look of things, that wouldn't be for awhile.

Witch Girl

Seeing the situation change, Mina decided to make her move. Repositioning herself so she could ride the scythe properly, she pulled into a nose dive into the battle. From up above, she had a better view of the battle than most and could see the route the thief was using to escape. Before she could continue however, she needed to get the misguided heroes off her back. This meant putting on an act.

She looped down through the battle field to announce her presence. She started near the Specter; diving down past him at a sharp angle. As she passed, she yelled out "HI!" before continuing past. She pulled up as she neared the ground, running parallel with the road. As she passed the reporter, she said her most important line: "I'm here to help!" From there, she continued through the battlefield passing by The Crick. There, she yelled out "Bye!" before altering course to pursue the escaping asset. All in all, the dive and conversation took about three seconds.

Putting all she had into flight speed, she zoomed past the Crick's Fiddlers, she quickly caught up to the escaping thief and whispered in a low voice. "I'm with your new banking friend; play along." Without waiting for an answer, she tried to use the staff-end of her scythe to pick the woman up by her clothes.

Dr. Loveless

Things were not going well for the team of heroes. The dumpster moved seemingly under its own volition and a rope was wrapping around the Phantom of the Opera. He wasn't even sure how the later of these two worked. "And The Crick is down! Isn't there anything they can do to-" he started to voice over when a young girl ridding on a flying-scythe shot by, screaming "HII'mheretohelp!Bye!" and flying at the thief.

"and... I don't even know." Dr. Loveless said. He had no witty retort for this situation.

Slender Girl

"If you really insist on fighting, how about waiting for this to be done?! There's plenty of spikes here for you both to get impaled on, after all!"

His evil laughter only grew louder, and the echo from the hardened goo made it sound ominous and creepy, like a true villain's laughter should be! He then reached forward, attempting to attack the female hero while the situation still seemed to be centered around the other hero. While he wouldn't be able to avoid being seen -she was still looking at him, after all- the speed as well as the randomness of his move might take her by surprise and let him get a hit in. Unfair, perhaps, but a battle was a battle. Besides, what kind of villain would he be if he fought fairly?

Slender Girl had a vague sense that Goo Guy wasn't about to interfere.

And is someone yelling? Whatever, not important.

Lord Magnificent's attempt to catch her off guard only moderately succeeded due to her trying to ensure Goo Guy's compliance, but it was still enough for her to overextend her dodge (and there was no way a human's body would be meant to bend that way), leaving her somewhat pressed for reaction -- but her grin never left her face.

"Hehehehe... HAHAHAHA!"

Keeping with the momentum of her evasion, Slender Girl swung her right arm (being closer to the goo thing and flying upward) up toward the black knight's ear, going for a slightly more direct strike as her spine straightened back up.

Frederick Rolls

"Looks like you aren't the only one with some ghostly backup!"

As she spoke, the rope in Frederick's unghostly hand started wrapping itself around it, painfully, as if it was aiming to harm him as much as possible. It took a while for him to get it off -he first had to make the hand ghostified and then make the rope pass through, which was kind of difficult concentrating on doing while your hand hurt like hell- and while he'd love to help the Crick, he had to first ensure that his hand wasn't going to fall off.

Finally, the rope passed through, though not before leaving his hand rather sore.

Well, that's going to leave a mark.

At least he knew that there was something up about the rope now, not as if someone was controlling it with telekinesis -at least not his kind- nor as if they had a "ghost", but as if...

I might be wrong, but it's like it was alive. I wonder if this is the suspect's actual ability. I should refrain from making statements about it before I know for sure, though.

He thought as he went through a nearby building. It was regrettable, but he was unable to help until he'd left his body behind, and so he did, in a -presumably- locked supply room. In his true Specter-form, more misty and with no lower legs, masks hovering around his head, he reappeared, all together it had taken quite a short amount of time.

Now I can finally do something.

He wondered if he should aid the Crick or if he should follow the suspect, though a small girl on a scythe quickly made his choice easier.

"HI! I'm here to help!"

Then she went to get the suspect, presumably to take her in.

They sure start young now.

Frederick noted to himself, as he flew down to aid the Crick. The dumpster, while having taken a beating, didn't seem to relent, and so, he forced it away, somewhat clumsily raising it -as well as random garbage around him- into the air, and throwing it further away, away from both the Crick, and from Theodore, hoping that would be enough.

Tim Merridy

Tim heard both the voices of that blob-hero and that of Rias, but he didn't reply nor even care at this point, as he was half-way through an attack. The rather slender hero dodged, somewhat awkwardly. She kept laughing, and, before Lord Magnificent got the chance to react, she attacked, cutting through the thinner armor around his head, and into his flesh, leaving him wounded. He didn't know how bad it was -it certainly stung- but he laughed, still in character.

This kind of pain is nothing!

"Hahaha! I didn't think you'd go for the face!" he grinned, and reinforced the armor there, though he couldn't heal his skin.

"You've got guts!" Glancing over at the crowds, he realized that now would be the perfect time to leave, dramatically. A villain's introduction tended to be short, after all, with a promise of returning. Though no one could see it, Tim was grinning widely, adrenaline rushing through his body. This was fun, this was awesome!

It's almost too bad I have to leave now. However, a villain does what a villain should, and I'll be the best of them all!

"I'll repay you for that one, rest assured! However, for now, I'll let you people have the peace you want, consider it a... favor." He said the last word ominously, making sure it came across as shady as possible. With that, he laughed once more, as he walked away.

If one of the heroes attacked him from behind, they'd have to face all the spikes. Besides, this was about leaving an image with them, turning his back to them confidently, as he looked for the best place to leave his goo and get back to the hotel.

Lord Magnificent definitely has been introduced well now.

The bigger crimes would soon follow.

Dr. Schwertner

Alex's departure resulted in a great deal of uncertainties that ran through the doctor's mind, and he didn't like it one bit. So far, he had no reason to distrust the man considering how much of an asset he was in the short amount of time they had known each other. With the metal he needed, he quickly set to work on building a much more efficient power supply, something that wouldn't discharge as rapidly and violently as the first. As he toiled away with his device, the uncertainties sunk into the recesses of his consciousness. There was a compelling presumption that Vinzenz wouldn't be getting any sleep that night...

Jack

The Shadow's radio was turned up as loud as can be and it seemed the police were caught up in their own road block, leaving the masked marauder in the clear. Or so he had thought. Looking from side to side, he caught eye of the flashing lights brightening the streets parallel on either side of him. He hadn't stopped smiling since the beginning of the chase and his excitement grew as he sped on--it felt so good to be causing real chaos again. A main highway was coming just a few more intersections away and Jack was pulling ahead of the police cruisers. Jack braked hard and drifted left onto the highway's southbound lanes only to make a U-turn northward. The unsuspecting officer's vehicle that sped onto the four-lane roadway was met with a flying steel box right in its nose. The Crown Vic's engine block broke on impact and flipped from its forward momentum, landing on its roof before skidding into the roadside barrier.

Jack gave a swift two-finger salute to the totaled cruiser before looking onward to the other two pursuers coming from the north. Making another U-ey, the Shadow rider led them in the continuation of the merry chase. The pursuing officers had significantly more discretion to put their pedals to the metal and began to close in on the motorbike with the long stretch of straightaway. The safe's path wavered as Jack prepared for his next move. The bike veered sharply into an intersection before returning to its original trajectory, sending the safe rolling into the oncoming lanes with only the concrete median dividing the two. The Shadow's chain bent momentarily before completely wrenching a streetlight pole from its fixture. As it fell into the street, it was struck by the foremost police cruiser in the worst way possible and sent the car into a roll. The other driver was a little more sharp and drifted into the opposite lanes. Had he managed to maintain his speed, he might have avoided, however narrowly, what came after.

The safe was being dragged along the median and quickly found itself wrapped around a light pole which held firm simply due to the last one having slowed the Shadow down, though it was bent nearly to the point of breaking. Using the streetlight as an anchor, Jack swung his bike around towards the cruiser. Helpless to do anything but duck or risk getting beheaded, the officer leaned to the side as the taut chain ripped the roof from the Crown Vic. The topless car came to a screeching halt as Jack went on, the safe having been pulled free of the post which was then laying on the asphalt just like the one before it. The Shadow rider turned of the highway as quickly as he could and returned the urban jungle, content with the destruction he left in his wake and eager to get home with his loot.

Several blocks down the line, there was some sort of commotion going on in the streets, or at least in the adjacent alley. People were lined up in a semi-circle on the street and sidewalk opposite the attraction save for some kind of tar man standing out in the open. Jack was going to get through the crowd one way or another and he didn't quite care how he was going to do it. Swaying from side to side, the safe dragging behind him bounded and rolled to and fro, smashing into parked cars' doors and fenders. With the blaring music and roaring engine, it was near impossible to not notice. "Beat feet or paint the street! I'm a-comin' through!!"

Tess

"I'm with your new banking friend; play along."

Tess opened her mouth to vent some sarcastic remark when she felt something snap in her head, the ghost had flung the dumpster away and she had lost control of it. The backlash was painful but nothing she couldn't handle, but if the ghost could throw things around like that... Shit. Well at least getting caught by a little girl is embarrassing for the heroes as well as me, and she couldn't know that I've got a 'new banking friend' without being in on the deal and I need to make contact with Mina again.

She let the scythe hook her by her clothes, "Ah damn! Alright I'll go quietly," she said, raising her hands over her head again as she was lifted into the air "I know when I'm outnumbered and I don't fight little girls."

That said she felt her clothes cling tighter to the scythe, she didn't care for the idea of being dropped and neither did her apparel. Now I wait to see where she takes me.

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Tom

"I'll repay you for that one, rest assured! However, for now, I'll let you people have the peace you want, consider it a... favor."

Do we follow him? I don't think he really did anything wrong other than pick a fight with a hero... Tom thought to himself, glancing down at Slender Girl and deciding that it was still her show. If she wanted to chase the doppelganger she could. He turned his own attentions to clearing out the small crowd, telling them the fight was over and they should go on their way now.

"Beat feet or paint the street! I'm a-comin' through!!"

His efforts were disrupted by an obvious villain driving a motorcycle with a safe dragging behind him. Tom quelled his surprise and leaped into action, jumping in the way of the safe and building more goo in front of him to absorb the impact, no doubt it would hurt but he wasn't about to let a criminal run off with an entire safe.

"Stand clear!" he yelled to the onlookers as the safe hit him "Oof."

The air was knocked out of his lungs and he had a feeling he'd have some bruises later, but he had caught the safe and was holding on tight. Now where does that put the biker? He thought, looking for where his action had left the villain.

Jack

"Oof."

The Shadow's rider was yanked back by the safe's sudden stop and he lost his grip on the bike's handlebar. Evaporating into an incorporeal cloud of darkness then returning to Jack in swift wisps, the motorcycle disappeared. The masked man landed on his feet, though nearly losing his balance. His eyes narrowed at the goo-covered man that held his prize.

"Hey, pal! Didn't your mother ever teach ya not to take things that ain't yours?" Jack stretched his arm out and the chain's slack wrapped around his hand as he spoke. He gave it a hard pull before adding smilingly, "Now how about you drop that lock box and let me be on my merry way? I'd really hate for you to do something you'd regret."

As the first villain left, Rias looked expectingly toward the two vigilantes for them to make their exit as well.

"Beat feet or paint the street! I'm a-comin' through!!" she then heard from the street, and she sighed "I hate this fucking town some times" The lights in the alley and on the street began flickering violently as Rias walked toward the street, she might have burnt through her own reserves for the show, but that was hardly an issue in this city, she was constantly surrounded by fuel for her power.

"Take your infantile dick waving some where else" Rias snapped from the shadows as a glowing red blade, like that of a long sword,only with a stabbing point on both sides, appeared, drove it self through the chain, and for a few moments embedded it self in the asphalt and causing the street to bubble a bit from the heat before the blade vanished as quickly as it had appeared. As the blade vanished Rias emerged from the alley, looking rather cross.

Terry watched the Specter levitate the dumpster and throw it away from him. With the dumpster gone and seemingly "dead", Terry jumped off the pipe and landed in the alley, rather annoyed. He just let a dumpster seemingly incapacitate him while a criminal got away. The sound of burnt out motors sizzled, as if adding insult to injury. Well, no harm done really, at least "scythe girl" seemed to have picked up the slack. Terry made his way over to the Specter who was already drifting over to him.

"Well that was an ordeal...could've really used the back-up near the end, but hey, not too bad all things considered." Terry said, calling back the fiddlers he'd sent out.

"So assuming whoever just picked up Domino is currently dropping her off at a police station, what do you assume we do now?"

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