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Post by John Doe on Oct 10, 2006 21:35:56 GMT -5
(( Harp, you gotta understand. You can't say how you're attacking and how it will affect us too because then you're basically fighting yourself and you will never lose. Also, your character is at 0 XP and has taken quite a few hits, she isn't that amazing powerful at this level. Attune yourself to that. ))
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Post by Utkm on Oct 10, 2006 22:07:21 GMT -5
((Alrighty, we're noth done here.))
Bobby quickly took JD's hand, they ran down the stairs, both dodging objects until they reached the bottom. They ran into open daylight, knowing Haprie wouldn't follow unless she wanted to be discovered. Luckily it was crowded and they blended in the crowd.
"Maybe we had a little too much adventure!"
Bobby said with a chuckle as they headed home and both of them passed out quickly
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Post by Harpie on Oct 10, 2006 22:34:54 GMT -5
My mistake. I didn't think there was a problem, because your kick hit me, so my move hit you. I deleted my post, don't worry.
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Post by Striker on Oct 11, 2006 3:05:01 GMT -5
As Striker watches from above he notices a group of teenagers breaking into a small store. As Striker continues to watch he sees them smash some windows and demanding money. Without hesitiation Stiker leaps into action and dashes into the store, surprising them.
"What the hell...?"
As he enters the store he hits one of them, rendering him unconsious.
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Post by Striker on Oct 11, 2006 3:16:37 GMT -5
As the teenagers realise what is happening they turn unto Striker.
"Who the **** are you?
"hmmpf"
Striker continues the fight battling with a series of jabs and punches. As he's fighting one of the teenagers kicks him from behind.
"Take that, costumed freak"
Striker falls to the ground in pain clutching his back
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Post by Striker on Oct 11, 2006 3:21:27 GMT -5
As Striker is on the floor being beaten by the teenagers he hears one of the teenagers say
"Who's that?"
As Striker looks up he sees on of the teenagers pointing at a figure approaching in the darkness, swinging closer and closer toward them
"It's your Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man!"
As Striker lay on the ground due to his injuries he hears a number of comments and watches as Spider-Man single handedly takes down the teenagers
"Now go back home to your mommies"
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Post by Striker on Oct 11, 2006 3:42:52 GMT -5
As Spider-Man webs up the teenagers he turns to Striker
"You okay there?"
He helps Striker up
"I suggest a bit more training before you decide to crime fight. I hate to leave but I'm really late with a dinner with someone."
Spider-Man swings off into the darkness
"Hmmmm..."
Striker heads off towards his aparment limping along
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Post by Harpie on Oct 11, 2006 14:15:24 GMT -5
As the two young men ran down the fire escape, Harpie felt it was best to leave them alone. Flying down off of the roof, and skulking behind a dumpster, Lorelei changed back into her normal form, and exitted the alley. Walking down the streets of New York, Lorelei blended in perfectly with the civilians, hoping to find another person to team up with soon.
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Post by The Cyber-Man on Oct 12, 2006 16:25:21 GMT -5
Eddie hangs around a few streets, considering his options as to what to make an impression on New York City. Half of him is telling him to do something big like kidnap a foreign diplomat and hold them at ransom in Times Square, but hes pretty sure he'd just end up with Captain America's Shield half way up his butt. But on the other hand, hes almost certainly going to get a hero on him anyway, and not in a good way.
"Wait a tick! I could just let loose. Blow a couple of things up, scare people, get on TV. Or... the Bugle! That ass Jameson always slags off the Super-Powered Fellas. Its time he gets a taste of his own medicine..."
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A few minutes later faces were turn to see the metal figure walking down the hallway towards the Bugle Offices. Eddie grins inwardly at their faces of suprise. He could have opted for Stealth of course, but that really didn't feel like his style.
So ripping the door off and throwing it into a busy room, where it crashed through the door frame and colided through a dozen desks and computers, sending the owners face down to the floor seems sensible enough. Without warning he enters the room amid screams and cries for help, cracking tables in two and crushing laptops with ease, searching for Jameson's office.
"DOWN ON THE GROUND PUNK!"
A security guard aims a gun directly at Eddie's gleaming head, though his face betrays his fear. The Cyber-Man stops, turns his head slightly to glance at the guard, then smiles. And brings his head down so it touchs the gun.
Instantly he delivers a shock of electrity through the metal of the gun into the man's body, causing him to shake and then slump to the floor, out cold. Eddie reachs down and picks up the gun, and looked at all the fearful employers of the Bugle, terrified at the thought of being shot or receiving the same treatment. He is about to crush it, but them slips it into a pocket, content of an alternative method of violence if needed.
"So no body else wants to be a hero. Thats good. Now, wheres Jameson?"
The familar features of the aging newspaper man appear, along with a frightened woman with dark brown hair and a defiant black man.
"You seem to have got my attention, Mister. What d-do you want?"
Jameson is trying to sound calm, but his fear is readable. All at once Eddie picks him up with a short scream from the man.
"Calm down, ya stupid nut. I'm not gonna kill ya.. if you and your newspaper love-bunnies do what I say. I want a television crew in here for a public broadcast to New York City in fifteen minutes, or I'll pick a person for the shock treatment like him, and believe me, this time it'll be permenant."
This gets the reporters going and Jonah, still in the grip of the Cyber-Man, turns his head to the black man.
"Robbie, contact the TV Stations. Tell them everything."
Eddie drops Jonah roughly, then picks up three or four desks and throws them down in front of the door along with a few pieces of debris. They probably wouldn't stop anyone determined from getting in, but at least he know they are coming.
"Its good to see you know I mean business, Mr Jameson. Remember, no funny stuff, or the carnage gets nasty."
"Who the heck are you, you costumed freak?"
"Me? You can call me..."
Eddie paused. To be honest he hadn't got past the Super Villian choice name part yet. Oh wait, of course!
"...The Cyber-Man. Yeah, I'm the Cyber-Man, and pretty soon the whole of New York is gonna know it."
Soon enough, a small team of camera crews are shipped in and Eddie realises hes live on TV. The weight of this dumbs him for a few seconds, then he get his wits and tries to put an evil enough grin.
"Greetings New Yorkers! I am the Cyber-Man, your latest fear-fest. Now, I have the entire staff of ya dear Daily Bugle at my beck and call, including that screwball Jameson. If you want to see your wonderful moustaced friend alive, I expect a payment of... um.... fifty million US Dollars delivered to this location by helicopter. Only two men may deliver it. I of course will have this bum at gunpoint should anything sneaky try to happen. And most importantly, I catch a whiff of a Superhero's perfume... You know what, bring it on! Try your sneaky Superhero stuff, but you won't stop me! So, to sum up. Fifty Million, helicopter, Jameson dead if not, Superheroes will be screwed, and not in a good way, if you pardon my pun. Soooo... thats it I guess. Oh yes! Demonstration of my power and all that Jazz."
With a swift move of his arm Eddie bowls over a ring of chairs and tables, all the stuff that was on them flying. All the staff cower once again.
"Great, so you know I'll kick your ass now if you try something, right? So thats really it. Just time to say that CYBER-MAN RULES!"
With a flick of his wrist the camera crew switch off their equipment, leaving Eddie to think how good that was.
"Yeah, that didn't go too badly.... Bet NY wet itself... Heh heh..."
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Post by John Doe on Oct 21, 2006 13:33:08 GMT -5
Judge Post: Spider-Man The cold air of the night hardly effects Peter Parker as he swings across the sky of Manhattan. He knows the streets well, having spent years swinging from building to building, doing the "super-hero-thing". He loves every bit of it. The brown haired man couldn't ignore the new bulletin, reporting of a strange man-in a tin suit that has J.J. Jameson hostage.
Approaching the building, he wonders how he should make his entrance - there is a hostage involved, after all. 'Well, it is J.J... Maybe I should send him a-note asking him to go ahead! Haha, I'm just too good....', a smile spreads behind the golden mask of his costume, quickly fading once he realizes how lame that short moment was. A few feet away from the building his mind is made up, knowing exactly how he should enter the building,"Here I go!" A loud sound of shattering glass fills the floor of the Bugle Offices, making heads turn his direction in shock."Have no fear, for Spider-Man is here!"Without even wasting a second he throws his hands forward, thick web bursting from them and hitting J.J. Jameson with deadly accuracy. All it takes is a weak tug, accompanied with his super-strength, to fling J.J. into the air and in Parker's direction. The old man screams in terror, unsure if he prefers to fall into the hands of Spider-Man or the Cyber Man - but he really doesn't have any chance; he lands right in Peter's hands, who places him behind him."Sorry, I don't do that on a first date. Now, I'm assuming you're Tin-Man from the news? Nice costume, I see the junk-yard is a trendy place these days."The crowed on the floor, now feeling slightly more comfortable, quietly chuckle, not wishing to anger Cyberman, but incapable of not reacting to the joke. Yes, he likes to make fun of his enemies at the most inappropriate of times; it seems that to him - that is the essence of being Spider-Man."Now, let's get this over with quickly - I have plans for the night. Everybody please exit - stage left, so me and the "Wizard of Oz" reject here could do the superhero-supervillain thing."Not waiting another minute, the crowd flees the room from every possible exit. (( Is my Spider-Man any good? )) [Agent:2]
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Post by The Cyber-Man on Oct 23, 2006 17:47:15 GMT -5
Eddie snarls as Jameson is pulled out of his grasp, but inwardly he doesn't mind - Fifty Million Bucks was second really to showing a Super Hero exactly what he could do. In his mind the image of him beating such an well-known figure as Spiderman excites him, and it makes him ever more ready for the inevitible slam-down. Time would tell if it will be him or Spidey who would fall.
At the same time his eyes narrow at the costume Spiderman is wearing. He isn't no spring chicken - he knows Spiderman has strong connections with that foolish Tony Stark, aka Iron Man... So this battle seems indirectly personal to him....
"So, the great Spiderman, hey? I wonder when we'd meet for the first time. Guess you pulled out the right number. Oh, and to correct ya, its the Cyber-Man."
Eddie flexes his muscles, ready to see if Spidey will use his spped against him. He isn't about to be tricked by any fancy tricks of the insect, hes read all the stories.
"In any case, webhead, I also have plans for this evening. After I kick your butt, I'm going to rent a movie, have a shower and then maybe get some cash in another way that proves I'm the new dark nightmare of this city!"
At this, he strikes something of a half-hearted pose. He'll work on that.
"Now get ready for the pounding of ya life!"
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