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Post by Stunt Double on Apr 16, 2016 23:27:02 GMT -7
The apartment building was clearly unfit for human habitation. It had been constructed in an era of more relaxed building codes, with a poor foundation and rickety construction. Garbage piled in the surrounding alleyways made it so that there was only one viable entrance and exit. And on top of all that, the fire escape had been disassembled and stolen to be sold as scrap metal.
Those were only aggravating factors, though. The real problem was that half the apartment building had erupted into a deadly inferno, belching black clouds of smoke into the sky.
Stunt Double strode toward the building with purpose. The firefighters that were directing multiple streams of water onto the blaze parted for him as he strode through, his costume one that many of them probably recognized. No doubt they felt the same unease and resentment as other unpowered people did, but for some reason Stunt Double had always gotten along better with firefighters and medical personnel than he had with police officers. Thinking back on recent events, Stunt Double had the strangest feeling that he should know why that was the case, but he pushed it out of his mind to better focus on the task at hand.
The inside of the burning building was painfully hot and choked with smoke, but Stunt Double muscled his way through regardless. He shoved his way past burning beams that left his flesh branded and smoldering, shouting and cursing the whole way through. The top floor was his destination, where he had seen panicked civilians waving desperately out their windows. It was inevitable that in a fire of this size, there would be people who were too slow to evacuate and ended up trapped. But they wouldn't be stuck here for long.
Stunt Double reached the top floor and began kicking down doors, clearing each room to make sure it was empty. The fifth door had someone behind it, a middle-aged man who spun around, wide-eyed, as Stunt Double kicked his way in.
"S-S-Supervillain!" The man pointed at Stunt Double's masked form and shouted hysterically. Stunt Double hardly paid him any mind, shoving him aside as he made his way to the window. And then, quite casually, Stunt Double jumped out, falling toward the pavement far below.
The impact made a loud crunch, shattering Stunt Double's body. His skull was crushed, his brain pulped, but unlike anyone else in this situation, he didn't quite lose consciousness. All thought was gone, all awareness was gone, except for a single impulse he felt compelled to draw upon: his power.
Suddenly Stunt Double stood again within the room, whole and intact, in a perfect replica of the middle-aged man's body. He looked out the window onto the street below and saw the middle-aged man safe and sound, just now getting up to his feet and looking around in confusion. Only then did Stunt Double allow himself to clutch his head and grunt in pain.
"Fuck, I was really hoping I'd eventually get used to how much that trick hurts."
Stunt Double shook off the memory and continued his search.
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Post by Monody on Apr 17, 2016 6:30:49 GMT -7
Watching from behind the chaotic scene of public services handling the situation at hand, Monody smirked and even chuckled a bit in amusement. The pain and suffering of others happened to always be something she'd find amusing. Silly, even. Though whoever started the fire - even if by accident - should suffer the consequences and burn for what he or she did. If it was an object that burst into flames? The failure of the creators would live with them forever, even if they hadn't known of this certain fire. For this Monody was pleased. Mental torture would never cease to be much, much more satisfying than physical pain could ever begin to be. Pulling on her own firefighter suit - one that she'd stolen - with ease, due to her immense strength, she tucked her raven hair back into a helmet before jumping from her unknown position inside the back of an ambulance. Sneaking past plenty of people who would question her motives, Monody began to head in from the back when she noticed a suited man jump. Or... someone else? Innards and blood and brains had sent her blood rushing and stomach churning for a split second, but then all of that disappeared and here was this man. Fine and healthy and scratch-free. Simply trying to assess the situation sent her mind spinning in confusion. Not a feeling that the intelligent Monody enjoyed. Swallowing potential bile she headed for the inside of the building.
Had to be the work of a super.
Sweltering heat sending Monody sweating even through the fire-resistant suit of her's she traversed through the flames in search of whoever caused this mess. And, remembering she had to build her reputation as a "good" person, Monody even (reluctantly) slung two unconscious women over her shoulders. Kicking down wall and door structures, she noticed a familiar man standing within a room. Her eyebrows raised. Twins, maybe? No no. Powers: she remembered.
"Hey! Weren't you just outside a second ago? Ugh... Nevermind." Monody had no time for this; The heat beginning to seriously get to her. She'd always preferred the cold anyhow. Marching over to the older man she squinted - taking in his appearance to ensure her continuous sanity - before offering what little hand-room she had left. "I can lead you out of here to safety and then you're answering questions. You don't have a choice."
ooc: Hopefully I got the aspects of Stunt Double's powers correct (visually). PM me if I need to change a detail or two~
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Post by Stunt Double on Apr 18, 2016 0:28:47 GMT -7
Stunt Double gallantly waved away the offered hand. "No need, Miss. I am Stunt Double, one of the superheroes of Bulwark!" His voice didn't quite match the aged appearance of the man whose shape he was borrowing, but it wasn't quite the same as his civilian identity's voice either. For all the precision his power had with respect to visual appearances, the inside of his mouth and throat only changed as far as necessary to accommodate his current external shape.
With that, he slapped his hand against the boot of one of the unconscious women the firefighter was carrying, then abruptly ducked into the neighboring room and jumped out the window again.
One muffled splat later, he found himself slung over the firefighter's shoulder in the unconscious woman's place, wearing her form. The only indication that the swap had taken place was that the woman appeared to suddenly gain consciousness.
"Okay!" Stunt Double called out in a much higher, more nasally voice. "This is Stunt Double again, the woman you were carrying is safe. Now go ahead and set me down so I can help the other victim too, and we can clear the rest of the building together!"
When the firefighter didn't immediately comply, Stunt Double wiggled in his place over her shoulder, legs kicking ineffectually. This was becoming increasingly... awkward.
(OOC: Don't worry, it looks like you've got the details down.)
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Post by luna on Apr 20, 2016 19:52:58 GMT -7
"Almost there," Luna panted, the smell of smoke growing stronger. Her heart beating at a million miles and hour, Luna's pulse's sudden jump was more so from her fear than the exercise. She had been walking home from her job when she heard the sirens. The obnoxious whirring had become almost ambient near the dicks, but for some reason they made Luna feel uneasy tonight. Her apprehension was only heightened when the trucks made the turn down the road that lead to her uncle's apartment. What started as an uneasy jog had transformed into a full on sprint as Luna's gut twisted into a knot.
'I'm just overreacting, overreacting,' the anxious girl chanted internally. However, as she reached the scene, Luna found the tears in her eyes were due to more than just smoke. Intuition ever on point, the flaming building was the cheap apartment complex her much loved relatives called home. Despite the firefighter's barracks, Luna managed to slip through, feeling, for once, blessed by her unusual talent to go unnoticed. She scanned the evacuated victims and felt her heart drop when she found no familiar faces. That's when Luna overheard a rescued woman claiming to be the reputable superhero, Stunt Double.
Wasting no time, Luna ran up to the possible super out of sheer desperation.
"If you're a super, please, my family, they're on the sixth floor, there are three kids, please," Luna begged the carried woman as she shook the firefighter to let her go. She felt helpless, watching the bright flames light up the sky.
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Post by eliane on Apr 21, 2016 13:15:50 GMT -7
Great. Her house, was on fire. Her being inside the burning house while it was on fire wasn't even the worst part, or though there are few worse things to wake up to than a house fire - one that threatened to turn her Catsuit into a painful prison of melted rubber at any moment - but right now the worst part about it was how she was meant to be the person helping. And instead, she was the person caught and in need of help. Doing anything towards getting out would have really ruined her entire work so far, and so she had to stand here, and look like a helpless, gormless, ejjit. And, her laptop was going to get burned to a crisp as well, so she'd lost a few days progress on her writing. Today was not starting out great at all.
She could, however, hear, and see people outside, dressed in her pajamas and naught else. Should she get dressed while fires roared just outside her door? Would that be to casual? She wasn't bother that the fire would kill her, more the fire would narc on her for being less than normal.
"Hey God, I hate you. Just so you know" she muttered, shaking her head softly as she just, sat and waited to get rescued. Anything else would have probably gone badly.
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Post by Monody on Apr 21, 2016 17:02:45 GMT -7
"I'm sure you are." She groaned, rolling her eyes before dropping the man in disguise, far from gentle. If he/she was being honest than there'd be no need for patience anyhow. Monody had no time for questions now and would definitely ask later as she said she would. Honestly, powers could get as weird as her own and that sort of scared her. Being confusion isn't and wouldn't ever be in Monody's forte. Slapping the rear end of the woman, Monody urged her on in the direction that she knew would lead to the outside.
But of course there had to be interruptions.
"We would've saved them. Go outside and wait, you're no use here and you'll probably burn to death in this heat soon enough." Monody scoffed while wondering why a single being would commit such an idiotic act in 1000 degree temperatures. Waiting a second, she pondered on the thought of chucking the small girl out of the building herself - as her strength would permit such an action - before letting it go. No, that'd look bad. Plus her throwing arm wasn't the best. "Obviously you're fine on your own. I'll take care of her and you take care of the rest, all mighty Stunt Double..." Wrapping her arms around the younger female, Monody held her bridal style and offered a genuine, sweet smile through the foggy, blurry cover of her firefighter's helmet. "Sorry for the rude lecture. I just worry about safety, ya know?" Monody began to sprint through the crumbling, blackening hallways and rooms, without asking permission from either person who'd previously been with her.
She truly didn't feel up to listening right now.
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Post by luna on Apr 21, 2016 19:13:22 GMT -7
Luna gripped the woman carrying her tightly, coughing through the smoke. Running into the building had not been her brightest idea and she was rather grateful to have the super saving her. She blushed a bit, feeling embarrassed that she was being rescued like some damsel. It didn't help that her hero was rather pretty.
'These fumes must be really getting to me,' Luna foggily thought as there was nothing between her nose and the soot. 'My family, that's my focus.' The usually fast thinking Luna found herself slowed down by the lack of oxygen. So much so that she almost missed her rescuer speaking.
"No, no I get it, just doing your job. I'd help but..." Luna slurred as she attempted to gesture at the flames.
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Post by Stunt Double on Apr 22, 2016 5:42:05 GMT -7
Stunt Double wobbled as he got his feet under him upon being set down. He had been facing the wrong way, so he hadn't gotten a glimpse of the new arrival, and while he was still mulling over whether to approve this little plan, the firefighter and the distressed girl had both left. Perhaps it was for the best. Stunt Double certainly appreciated not being treated like a dangerous monster, but the firefighter was, if anything, a bit too comfortable around supers, he judged. Very unsettling, but he had more important business to attend to.
Despite the smaller body of the woman Stunt Double had shapeshifted into, the strength in his muscles wasn't significantly diminished. He continued moving up through the building, kicking down doors to clear each room, until he came across another civilian in need of rescue.
This one was a girl in her pajamas, apparently waiting patiently for rescue. That was convenient, at least. However, this unit was inward-facing, no window, so Stunt Double couldn't just jump out and swap places with her immediately. He'd need to find a suitable place to drop from, and leaving the civilian alone in the meantime wouldn't be prudent, with the door knocked down and smoke already starting to fill the room.
"Don't worry, citizen! I'm Stunt Double, a superhero of Bulwark! Come with me, and when we find a window, I can teleport you out of here."
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Post by Edgar Pointdexter on Apr 27, 2016 11:24:30 GMT -7
Usually Edgar wouldn’t find himself hanging around the slum part of town; too much shady people, and he sometime feel uncomfortable having his camera around him around this part of town. Though he does understand why people were willing to live in such a dangerous place to begin with; he doesn’t really expecting much from this town: the rich get everything they want while the poor gravel beneath them, begging for at least something to live their life in peace. And if you added in the “supers” booming in Emerald City, the slum became even more trouble to those people than before.
Anyway, that isn’t why Edgar is here; he wish his work about the unfairness between the wealthy and the poor can caught his reader’s attention, but today he’s on a different mission. When he heard about a fire erupted in a small apartment building in the Slum, he don his usual working outfit, armed with a black camera, and quickly ran his way to the sight. People’s morbid curiosity really drove them to get close to the fire, watching intently as the fire-fighters trying their best to keep the inferno under control. Once he managed to squeeze through the crowd and get to a closer look, he raise his camera and took picture of the raging inferno.
Listening to the crowd and a few survivals managed to get out of the building, it’s seems that a super and a fire-fighter are currently inside the building right now, helping the people who are trapped inside get to safety. He wish he could be of any help, but going inside a burning building without any protective gears is down-right suicidal. Besides, the heat will probably melt the camera, and he really doesn’t want to ruin the pictures he took of this disaster. For now, he just have to do what a good photo-journalist do in this situation: report the truth. So he keep his eyes carefully around the burning building, making sure he won’t miss his chance of taking a picture of either a super or the fire-fighter saving people’s live.
Perhaps then people would finally pay attention to this part of town.
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