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Post by Gluttony on Jul 14, 2016 7:49:20 GMT -7
Gluttony had the air of a man on a mission. In truth, that wasn't quite right, as he had been lucky enough to get a reprieve from the Keepers as of late, but it wasn't inaccurate to say that he clearly had a goal in mind.
The sky was dark, with not a star to be seen. The perfect time for Gluttony to be out, and the perfect time to find petty criminals who were causing trouble for the neighborhood. During his day job, Gluttony had heard many people complaining about a small gang who were harassing everyone who even stepped foot near their "territory", as they liked to call it. Of course, the super felt offended. How dare they intrude upon his happiness? How dare they upset the people that were coming to him? How dare they be so idiotic as to do it right under his nose? Gluttony couldn't stand for it. He supposed that a message needed to be sent, to prevent future problems.
A malicious smile crept across his lips as he pictured the fruits of the night's work. A feast for the eyes, as far as he was concerned.
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Gluttony emerged from the darkness, hands drenched in the blood of those who would've infringed upon his neighborhood. He was smiling still, but it was a different kind of smile. Instead of showcasing malicious intent, it displayed his satisfaction in a job well done. Content with the night's work, he started on his way home.
Once he was roughly halfway there, Gluttony struck upon a revelation. If he was to receive a mission from the Keepers, he would be useless if he couldn't find the destination. He needed to explore the city, and he was already out and about. Changing direction, he made his way into the night, content with at least understanding the area that was now under his protection.
Unfortunately for some, he intended to make that as large of an area as he could manage.
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Post by Wrath on Jul 14, 2016 12:13:27 GMT -7
Wrath growled as she threw some punk through a wall. Who were these assholes to assume she was an easy target? She'll tell them what they were going to be! Cremated! With a overexaggerated flick of her wrist she created a wave of flames that lifted her off the ground as it washed over her foes. The smell of burning flesh mixed fabulously with their dying screams. The little redhead turned towards the final punk. He was still sitting there where she had thrown him. A sadistic smile lit up her face, causing her victim to cry out in fear. He scrambled trying to get away. However his trip through the wall broke his leg. The girl stepped on the broken limb, causing a sharp cry to leave the guy's throat. She chuckled as she twisted her foot on the injury, eliciting another scream.
"Oh are you in pain? I'm sorry," she said in a falsely sweet voice, "Here, let me help."
Gathering fire in her hand, the light lit up her face menacingly. The man begged and pleaded for mercy. She raised an eyebrow and leaned in close. The man was shaking in terror and tears were rolling off him in waves. His eyes were pleading with her to let him go. A dark chuckle escaped her lips. Then another, and another. It turned into maniacal laughter that filled the empty building. She looked down at him, a crazed mixture of anger and mirth in her eyes.
"Does this look like the face of mercy to you punk? No, I'm going to enjoy watching you burn."
With that she threw the fireball at him, setting the building ablaze. Leaving through the hole she created her face returned to it's normal annoyed frown. She watched for a few moments, the light from flames making her face glow. Then she heard sirens. Great. That fun lasted all about five seconds. For once could someone not be a sniveling moron!? It was disgusting how fast they begged. Pathetic worms. Walking away from the inferno she turned down another street. No reason to stay since all her fun was gone...
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Post by Lust on Jul 14, 2016 19:30:09 GMT -7
"Destin est étrange, non? Deux amoureux, qui se rencontrent par coïncidence sur une rue abandonné dans la nuit..."
The high, feminine voice sounded in the ears of both supers at once, worming its way inside their heads. Whether or not they understood the words, every syllable was inviting, alluring, so much so that they could almost be physically felt. A sound that nibbled at the ears, caressed every inch of the skin, until the last word echoed into nothingness and the sensation began to fade, leaving an absence in its wake that demanded to be filled.
Just ahead of Wrath, a shadow flitted past, twirling as it moved in front of her, long strands of hair dancing in the faint currents of air coming from the nearby blaze. Every movement was perfect, as if choreographed, leaving a sharp image in the memory, as if one had just looked upon the greatest work of a master painter, a piece of art that would stick in the mind for life. In but a second, the shadow was gone, leaving the final image of its extended arm resounding in the thoughts of the lucky witness.
Beckoning.
Barely a moment later, a faint gasp sounded behind Gluttony, a suspiciously familiar sound, one he'd least heard from an ecstatic partner after demonstrating how his mouth could be used for many things besides eating. Even as those memories came flooding back with amazing clarity, a sudden thrill rushed through his nerves, for the voice his body had sorely missed in those intervening seconds had returned, calling out to him. "Oh, Monsieur! I've been looking for you for so long..." The words were breathless, hungry, and the excitement in them was infectious. "We should get to know each other, no? Come closer, so we can whisper in each other's ears..."
If Gluttony turned, he would find the street behind him deserted. The origin of the voice, however, was clear, and he'd easily be able to track it to its source if he tried.
Lures set out for both the supers, to draw them together. A handsome man and a pretty girl meeting by coincidence on a dark night, staring into each other's eyes, and, with perhaps a little assistance from a certain attractive bystander, declaring their desire to conquer the city together. All they had to do was follow, and Lust would lead them straight to one another- ah, was she not a helpful, beautiful devil?
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Post by Pride on Jul 15, 2016 15:43:14 GMT -7
Pride explored the old city with little to no purpose, simply to enjoy the night. A reason such as that was perfect for one such as himself, and he would accept no argument. Of course the inferior peons had to ruin his night by causing such a ruckus, hearing the sounds of violence come from both sides. How dare they encroach upon such a night of when a royal has decided to grace the streets with his presence. Hmph most would not be able to tell who was the cause in each area but Pride was not most. With a flick of his hair, he glanced between the two areas while listening, hm appears he was close to being wrong. There was unworthy super in the area which took out a gang like a brute and an intriguing one that had brutally taken one out in what might as well have been in a dance in the flames to him. She was intriguing and heading onto the street a royal walked upon. It was close to perfection fitting a king until a third decided to come along and interfere, he caught a somewhat familiar french voice and body move in front of his new flame...How dare a super attempt to interfere with him, it was a crime that may as well have been punishable by death in his eyes. But that anger was quickly squelched by another source of fury, as opposite the street there was that filthy super that dealt with gangs so uncouthly, unlike his new passion. As he made his way to the man, every subsequent stomp made a larger and louder crater, before he yelled.
"HOW DARE YOU, A FILTHY MONGREL, OGLE PRIDE'S NEW BLAZE, YOU ARE UNWORTHY OF SUCH A PRIVILEGE AND SHALL HAVE TO BE PUT IN YOUR PLACE BY ROYALTY!!! I SHALL SQUASH YOU LIKE THE BUG YOU ARE BEFORE YOU ARE ABLE TO DRAW A SINGLE BREATH IN AN ATTEMPT TO INSULT ME OR DISGUST HER!"
With that loud declaration, Pride pulled his fist back, fingers cracking in line as he formed a fist before throwing a superhuman right handed corkscrew, a gust actually forming from the speed and spin of it.
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Post by Gluttony on Jul 15, 2016 22:34:58 GMT -7
It wasn't often that Gluttony thought upon his lost loves, save for on sleepless nights where he wondered what could have been. The voice that rang throughout the night somehow had the same effect. It was... unsettling. Still, it was enough to capture his attention. He turned towards the voice, following it, until he noticed a girl who appeared to be quite young. Somehow, he couldn't help himself. He felt drawn to the girl, though why he simply couldn't say.
Suddenly, a loud voice called out, distracting the imposing super, much to his relief. Something about the whole situation was wrong, as far as Gluttony was concerned. Something about the voice seemed familiar, but it was difficult to focus on what was being said or anything else, really. Next thing he knew, he was being punched. It snapped him out of whatever was going on, and for the first time he noticed the burning building behind the girl. That was far too close to his restaurant to be allowed, and if the strange spell was to be taken into account, that was far too connected to be coincidence. But first, the man who threw the punch.
Gluttony hadn't rolled with the punch, nor was it quite enough to force him to go down. It was, however, strong enough to force him to turn away. Without turning back, he reached into his pocket and removed an apple. Opening his jaw wide, he dropped the fruit straight down his gullet as he started to grow. He stopped roughly at 7'5", and then he turned, looking down at his attacker. "You aren't worth my time," he said quietly and full of menacing intent. They were the first words he had spoken to an enemy in at least a year. He picked the smaller man up by the face and hair, dangling him off to the side as he shouted down the road.
"Excuse me," he called out to the girl, "but do you know what caused that fire behind you?" He didn't want to cause a fight, not yet. Something about the very air made him feel uneasy, and he wasn't about to be reckless.
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Post by Wrath on Jul 16, 2016 1:18:09 GMT -7
Wrath was confused by the shadow. The voice ringing in her ears, the pleasant tingle that ran down her spine. It was just so weird and out of place. It called to her, a pull that reached deep into her soul. Why wouldn't the stupid feeling go away?! It irritated her to no end! She decided to follow the bloody shadow and give whomever cast it a piece of her mind. And her fists. When she did the temperamental woman saw a large man with a orange and black mask. The feeling that danced along her skin increased the closer she got to the man. Was it their shadow? Jerk had something to answer for!
A familiar voice, err shout, made the sensations go AWOL. She snapped her head toward the voice to see a blond in a purple suit. HIS new blaze? You have got to be kidding her. A bright blush covered her cheeks. No one claimed her and got away with it. NO ONE! She could feel her fingers spark up. That building may not be the only one burning tonight...
"HEY BLONDIE! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING YOURS, YOU IDIOT?! I BELONG TO NO ONE AND ESPECIALLY NOT SOME PSYCHO LIKE YOU!"
She watched, unblinking, as the conceited arse aim a punch and was honestly shocked that it carried so much power. The wind pushed her small form back a bit, whipping her red locks wildly around her. The larger man seemed utterly unfazed by the hit. Well, despite the slight turn it made him do. She tilted her head in confusion as he took out an apple. The confusion turned to shock as she watched him grow to 7' 5". Well, that's was one reason to eat healthy. She watched as he picked up the shouting guy by the face and held him there with a mix of a smile and a grimace. Blondie should not have stood so close.
That is when he called out to her. He was curious about the fires? Doesn't he know curiosity killed the cat? Wrath brought her right hand about to her eye level. The sparks danced wildly about her fingers before turning into a wildly swaying flame. The light from the flames, both in front and behind her, gave her an eerie look. The sadistic smirk on her face on accentuated this.
"I have a pretty good idea. Why, you going to try and take me on next tough guy? I won't be as easy as that loud mouth."
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Post by Lust on Jul 18, 2016 23:53:27 GMT -7
"Non non noooon, ceci n'est pas une bonne histoire du tout! C'est la romance que je veux voir, pa la violence!"
Even as her words washed over the scene once again, Lust strutted out of hiding from behind Pride and Gluttony, hips swaying a great deal more than necessary as she approached them, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. "Boys, boys... I'm very disappointed in you. Fate draws you together, and all you can do is throw fists? So. Very. Naughty." She smiled. "And naughty boys like you need to be... encouraged."
Her appearance, her voice, and even her scent were dripping over them like thick, sticky honey. Gluttony and Pride could still move, still speak, still act- but everything about the woman walking towards them tugged at their senses, teasing them with small hints of ecstasy. Thinking was like trying to swim through molasses, it was so much easier to just drink in the sight of the perfectly proportioned Lust, and listen to all the wonderful things she had to say.
The light of the fire flickered over her, both the light and the shadow accentuating the curves of her breasts and hips. Her arms slowly reached out for Pride and Gluttony, seeking out their backs so that she might run her nimble fingers along their spines, and have them all but spasming with joy as her hypnotic tones sang to them once more.
"It's rude, to fight over a girl." She looked directly at Wrath, and the very act would be a tug at the attention of the two men, encouraging them to stare at the smaller woman as well. "A real man should serenade her, beg her, seduce her with the power of his words. And surely you are a real man?" It was unclear which one she was talking to. "Win her heart for me, and you will be rewarded."
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Post by Pride on Jul 19, 2016 12:48:55 GMT -7
Pride was for a moment surprised the man had not be knocked down or thrown all the way down the street, until he realized that it was a move intended to be a feint of course it would be reasonable for a mongrel to stand after such a fake attack. Then the mutt did something truly repulsive by unhinging his mouth to ingest an entire apple whole. Then he dared to touch his face and lift him off the ground. HOW DARE H-who is this speaking? This moment he was distracted once again by that third super that apparently wanted to keep interfering with HIS business. Though what she did and said attracted quite a bit of his attention. But there was something deep inside which called to him. She was questioning him? He wanted a heart won for HER!!? AND THIS UGLY HIDEOUS CREATURE HAD HIS FINGERS ON HIS FACE AND HAIR HOW DARE HE!?!?!?! HE WAS PRIDE, HE WAS NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH AND HE WOULD NOT BE ORDERED LIKE THE BRUTE HOLDING HIM UP!
"HOW DARE YOU COME BETWEEN ROYALTY AND HIS FLAME!"
Though the message was muffled by the hand still breaking several laws by holding his face, Pride knew one way to deliver his true message. Pulling his legs up, he suddenly shot them down with superhuman force, causing the glutton's arm to lower him down so his feet were now dug into the ground. This is what happens when you underestimate a king such as himself, beast. Grabbing his arm with both hands, he twisted them to increase his grip before spinning magnificently to perform a judo toss and send him flying into the building that was currently ablaze. Quickly brushing off his suit, the beautiful women did not deserve his attention if she assumed she was worthy of it before quickly pulling out a comb and fixing the mess of hair with precision and skill befitting his personal status. After it was fixed, he gave the small but passionate fire a bow. She was worthy of such an introduction from one such as himself.
"I apologize, it appears dear that you have mistaken my message, to be accepted by Pride should well be accepted with pride. Your fire and style are a blaze worthy and deserving of anyone's attention, my own included."
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Post by Sloth on Jul 19, 2016 15:32:44 GMT -7
God, what a drag. He had his sister to blame for this. First she practically forced him at gunpoint to join in on her 'nightly shenanigans' and now she demanded that he would accompany her on one of her 'excursions' today. It wasn't his fault that she couldn't find a healthier and productive outlet for all of that pent up aggression. Though he could never claim he was a productive person. Nor did he help with the aforementioned anger issues. But that was beside the point. What she really needed was a hobby or a boyfriend, not going all pyromaniac. But he couldn't argue with his sister. For one, she was his sister. She was also terrifying, so that helped. But he still didn't feel inclined to arrive on time. He never did.
And so he arrived late to this impromptu party, taking his time to arrive on the scene. Finding it wasn't hard, all he had to do was follow the smoke. It was there that this newcomer had spotted his sister standing in an alleyway, looking as tiny as ever, along with a burly looking shirtless guy, some blonde fancy pants and...well, she was certainly a looker. Given their aggressive stances, and the fact that the bigger guy was just thrown into a building, they were all about to smash into each other into the dirt. Time to lighten up the mood.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, his sister would be drenched form head to toe with a randomly appearing bucket of water, the blonde fancy pants would find his immaculate hair gelled into a spike pointing upwards and the big guy who just got smashed into the building would find himself pantsed. The lady, on the other hand, would find a bouquet of flowers in her hand, each one carefully picked himself. They would find the culprit of these actions leaning against a wall, having suddenly appeared as if from thin air. Waving a hand at the tiny pyromaniac, he made his presence known.
"Ay, what's up sis?"
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Post by Gluttony on Jul 21, 2016 19:00:06 GMT -7
It wasn't the kick and following throw that surprised Gluttony. It wasn't as it he had been taking measures to avoid it, after all. What shocked him was the force behind the two moves. It was enough to keep him distracted from what the woman behind him was trying to do, and it helped him get a clear picture of what was going on. The dust surrounding him from where he was thrown into the nearby building hid a smile of amusement.
And his pants suddenly being around his ankles, it seemed.
He was lucky enough to get them up before he was visible. The group of supers would never know just how indebted to that dust they were, if he had any say in it. He picked up a hand sized chunk of rubble as he emerged from the remains of the building and swallowed it down, growing another eight inches. He intended on being prepared this time.
Gluttony took a look around. There were four other people of interest. The women with manipulation powers; she suddenly had flowers. The girl who burnt the building; who was now dripping wet. The loud mouth; whose hair now matched his ridiculous personality. And a new player, who Gluttony was ready to assume was the cause of the wardrobe malfunction. Possibly super speed powers, he guessed.
Chuckling at loud mouth's lovely hairstyle, Gluttony cracked his knuckles. If it was to be a free for all, he needed to be ready. After all, he was already the biggest target in both a literal and figurative sense. Besides, the only person who really hadn't done much wrong was the newcomer. All he had done was demonstrate his sense of humor, and it was all evened up considering the hair.
All in all, Gluttony was willing to bet that it would at least be a fun fight.
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Post by Wrath on Jul 26, 2016 22:43:49 GMT -7
Who the hell was this woman? Wrath couldn't make heads or tails of her. She was trying to get the boys to woo her? She had to be bloody touched in the head! Frowning, she crossed her arms in front of her. In a blink of an eye, flames shot off of her body, a warning for both bone headed "suitors" to keep their distance.
"While I hate to admit it that crazy broad is right about one thing, it is rude to fight over a girl. But fighting with her," she smirked, "Now that is what a girl needs. So which of you two idiots wants to give it a go?"
The overly groomed "royal"'s muffled exclamation caused her to flinch in surprise. There he goes again. Claiming her again? Once is insulting enough but twice? Twice meant murder. She stepped forward aggressively, just as he escaped from the meat wall's grip. Then, after a swift comb through, he bowed to her and spoke again. Does he listen to himself when he talks or does it just register as elevator music? No, with a name like Pride he probably believes every word and tone that leaves his constantly flapping jaws is music. Wrath had to force herself not to vomit at the thought.
All of a sudden water poured over her. Only one person was audacious enough to dunk her. Her eyes darted around. Where was he?! Where was that lazy son of a- The four spoken words brought her attention to his position. Her head snapped towards him, her water laden hair whipping behind her and smacking Pride in the face.
"You! Lazy little prick! Where the hell have you been?!"
Ignoring the others she ran towards her brother. She pulled back her fist and slammed it into the wall next to his head. The wall bent and cracked beneath the force the little one hit it with. She was blazing mad, a point the steam rising from her quickly heating body made obvious.
"The next thing I smash in will be that apathetic look on your face! What the hell is the idea dumping me with water?!? Do you have a death wish? Because I'd be happy to oblige!"
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Post by Lust on Aug 4, 2016 23:54:36 GMT -7
You never knew when lust would strike. Not even Lust-with-a-captial-L could fully understand the ways of the sin she embodied, why people did silly things like fall for anyone but herself. Still, as much as the complex ins and outs of human hormones irked her at times, they did occasionally result in pleasant surprises, like the sudden appearance of a small bouquet of flowers in her hands. Bright, beautiful, appearing out of literally nowhere: they reminded Lust of herself. With a smile, she held them up to her lips, letting their sweet scent drift up her nose and set her brain somersaulting with joy.
Her eyes drifted over to the one who had seemingly teleported the gift into her grasp, who was alluringly leaning against a nearby wall, just waiting to be shoved up against it and kissed 'till he melted in her arms and begged to be her toy. His power would make catching him tricky, but Lust appreciated a challenge. It only made the reward that much sweeter when they eventually gave in.
Ignoring the other men, she began to slowly strut towards her new target, the flowers still held up to her face, positioned so that her smile was barely visible through them. Hips swaying, eyes locking with his, leaning forwards slightly to give him a good look at the goods- her approach was practiced to perfection, good enough to work even without the effect of her power, which was still flooding the minds around her.
However, Lust was beaten to the punch- the cute, angry chick from before had already approached the man, and was violently berating him. Listening in, the woman sighed, then smiled. Siblings? This could be interesting.
She looked around her. So many unique, powerful individuals, none of them quite on the right side of the law. A beautiful combination of coincidence and fate, a once-in-a-lifetime chance meeting. And they wanted to fight each other? Imbéciles. She couldn't let this opportunity go to waste.
She snapped her fingers. The noise speared into the ears of all those present like a thunderclap, demanding their attention. "Darlings?"
Giving them a moment to turn their eyes to her, she continued. "Why don't we all calm down now." Her voice evoked the sounds of the ocean, gentle and soothing, the tones of a master hypnotist. "Did we really come here to fight each other? Come on, mes chères- a fire is not a subtle thing, and the police will be on their way. If we want to decide who owns where and who owns what, why not figure it out over a few drinks, mm?"
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Post by Pride on Aug 16, 2016 22:14:41 GMT -7
Pride had been clapping his hands together in an attempt to rid them of the impure remnants that the barbarian had left on him. Unfortunately imperfection came once again, this time passing his exceedingly excellent eyes due to the night and surprise, and only for that reason. Rage had risen slightly at his flame being soaked but sky rocketed when he heard that fat glutton's chuckle and felt something unnatural in the air. Or more like in the hair as he reached up and patted his head. That filthy lazy uncouth mangy disgusting rude impudent and short mongrel. There was a long drawn out release of air as suddenly a jar and comb had appeared in Pride's hands before disappearing back into his suit, which as soon they disappeared revealed immaculate hair once again combed and taken care of in a perfect way by a perfect super. Now to the dirty work that he would unfortunately have to soil his beautiful and skilled hands with. It was near impossible to tell whether the loud crack that resounded through the street was from the lightning fast and earth shattering clench of his right hand or the literal earth shattering step that he took as he left a web of cracks in his wake before stopping a few centimeters in front of the filthy dog when two distractions entered his mind. The snap and darlings barely worked, only slowing down his fantastic punch by a few milliseconds but the info of this thing being his new flame's brother meant he should not kill him...yet. Perhaps he shall some use later on in life if he has even of a fraction of his sister's talent. Once again letting out a drawn out breath, he turned to the one who stupidly believed herself to be a ring leader.
"The true king owns all which is worthy of being owned by him, that includes respect and this inferno, no arguments shall be accepted as they are pointless against these facts."
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