Emerald City Bulwark
It is not the healthy who need a doctor... But the sentient plant life bent on destroying my home!
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Post by Plague Doctor on Aug 25, 2016 17:48:37 GMT -7
Plague Doctor wasn't entirely sure why he was patrolling the park at such a late time during the night. Normally he wouldn't care less. But for some reason his gut told him something would be happening tonight. He was sitting on a strong tree branch overlooking the playground. He sighed, guessing that his gut must've been wrong.
He jumped down off the branch and onto the ground with a roll to displace the enemy. He jumped up and pulled his coat off the branch where he placed it fearing to get it caught on the branch.
As he slipped his coat back on around his shoulders and vegans starting off from the park; he heard a massive crash behind him.
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Post by Plummet on Aug 27, 2016 11:32:03 GMT -7
The night was cool, and thankfully, not damp. Plummet was thankful for the lack of dampness. It made the night air seem cold. She looked down at the man in her arms. He was dead. He was a big man and his soul had been a sizable meal. But, even with her massive strength, he was heavy and she didn’t want feel like carrying him. She considered thing. She had killed him by snapping his neck. If she dropped him from this high up, all his bones could break, and it would be more difficult to tell how he died. And so she let go.
Too late did she realize that there was someone very near her drop. Too late to catch the dead man's corpse. Plummet swooped, then circled back, flapping, keeping airborne a good ten feet over her now very shattered victim. The man that was there was strange looking. Great. Just what she needed, a run in with another super. Not even some of the members of her own group understood her eating habits.
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The Keepers
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Post by criticalmass on Aug 27, 2016 20:36:22 GMT -7
Mass was using appraising a gauntlet he had recently stolen, and had just realized that it was worthless, before he saw a pair of supers at the park. One of them was a keeper named Plummet, and the other was a strange man wearing what appeared to be a plague doctor mask. Maybe it was like, a real one, that would be neat. He felt himself wanting to go over there, oddly drawn to the two. As he approached, he noticed that being closer to the plague doctor made him feel like he was going to puke. He repressed it, and began a conversation with him. So, is that a real mask? If so, where did you find it? I'm a collector of rare artifacts among other things . He didn't normally start conversations like this so easily, but he really did want a mask like that, as he didn't have a real one yet, and they were so interesting. He made sure to keep one eye on the winged keeper flying around as he spoke however, as he didn't know her, and was unsure about if she would attack or be peaceful, as he knew supers could be either, no matter what faction they were.
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Emerald City Bulwark
It is not the healthy who need a doctor... But the sentient plant life bent on destroying my home!
Posts 38
Power Level 20
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Post by Plague Doctor on Aug 28, 2016 0:10:30 GMT -7
Turning around; PD found himself in a stitch. Someone was asking him about his mask. He stared at the other man for a second; then looked at the body that had wrecked the playground equipment. "Must be raining men..." He muttered under his breathe. Bad jokes aside; he now had a murder on his hands. Great. He walked over to it. "Hallelujah..." He muttered again. His thick Greek accent coming muffled through the mask. He looked up and saw a flying woman above them. "Hey!" He yelled at her. "Did you kill this guy?!" He asked.
He then turned back around to the other person on the playground. "Yeah, it's real. I bought it off eBay." He rolled his eyes under the mask and then looked back up at the woman. Awaiting an answer. Plague Doctor knew he had to deal with this one way or the other. If that meant calling in the Bulwarks, then he'd do that. He rather hoped it wouldn't come down to a fight. But if it did; Plague Doctor would be ready to dish out the justice.
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Post by Plummet on Aug 28, 2016 13:55:32 GMT -7
Another super had arrived. Plummet knew him from around the sanctum. Criticalmass. What kind of a name was that anyway? But back to the current issue. This strange super. From the looks of things, a little goody toe shoes.
“No. I was taking him out on a romantic flight over the city and lost my grip.” She bit out sarcastically.
As per her strange habit, she turned the side of she head to look at him with one double pupiled eye as she landed daintily on one foot. Her grey wings looked oddly pearl like in the light and the Stone glowed gently, it looked lovely, like a glimmering ruby. Her eyes however, glowed like a cat's in the dark. Sharp. And as red as blood.
She licked her lips.
“He was a wholesome meal.”
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The Keepers
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Post by criticalmass on Aug 28, 2016 18:13:23 GMT -7
With the addition of the flying super to the conversation, Mass felt slightly less weird, as he now recognized it as Plummet, another Keeper. He really did want a mask like that, but from the sarcastic answer he had recieved, he assumed that it wasn't real, and that left nothing that this plague doctor could offer him. Although there did seem to be some interaction between Plummet and the Doctor, and Mass decided to stick around and see how it turned out, as if a conflict did start, he would feel obligated to partake in the violence, and help Plummet beat the super down. What fun that would be, his eyes showing how much he wanted a fight. Hopefully, soon, he would be crushing that mask. He would then toss the false gauntlet to the side, focusing on the interaction between Plummet and the Doctor. I would hope you don't intend to fight my friend here, good Doctor? He said this in almost a sarcastic way, as if he was sure there would be no real fight.
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Emerald City Bulwark
It is not the healthy who need a doctor... But the sentient plant life bent on destroying my home!
Posts 38
Power Level 20
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Post by Plague Doctor on Aug 29, 2016 7:54:17 GMT -7
"...you..." Plague Doctor was a bit shocked to say the least. She just admitted to eating this poor guy. Maneater by Hall and Oates started playing in his head. Almost reflexively. "Ate him?" He asked looking away from the angelic looking monstrosity and forcing himself to stare at the swing set instead. Dear god, what had he gotten himself into? The Bulwarks wouldn't show up to help him. He was basically the only member he'd seen do anything recently. And it seemed to him it was more likely that an unaligned villain would show up before an unaligned hero. He needed a plan. He wasn't supposed to be a fighter. ::"Just gotta keep them distracted until someone better than me can help me out here...":: PD thought to himself. He got into a fighting stance and aimed his power out as an area around him. Creating a dome of sickness surrounding himself.
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