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Post by Blue Jay on May 16, 2016 20:55:43 GMT -7
Blue Jay crouched atop the roof of once was a curiosity shop on the ground floor and office quarters from there up. No one had worked in the building or any of the surrounding ones for years, and the block looked and smelled the part. Trash littered the ground, wood looked waterlogged and a little too green, and the buildings in general looked like they’d drop the floor underneath you if you looked at them wrong. The place had, like much of the other abandoned parts of the dock, been left to its own devices and the pigeons while the public slowly forgot about its existence.
Or so it was supposed to be. Tonight had done away with this fate, and the old block was ablaze with activity. The warehouse across the street; an old, victorian styled building, three stories tall, made of brick, patches of wood, and mostly broken windows, was alive with people; terrorists, the police and public had titled them and the newspapers were sure to headline. The police themselves had cars set as far as three blocks back, and for any normal person had the area completely shut down. For the not so normal people they had lights occasionally sweeping the rooftops, a set of eyes to each light, searching for any silhouettes caught in the beams. Blue Jay moved back behind a chimney as one made its pass. The police, and surely the people within the warehouse as well, were keeping an eye on the sky tonight. They didn’t want any supers coming and making the situation, as they put it, “more complicated”.
As far as Blue Jay could gather, it was already pretty complicated. Apparently a group of at least thirty (some reports had the number at fifty) people had managed to break into a government weapon cache, make off with enough military-grade weaponry to arm them plus another dozen, and go on with stolen vehicles to made a nearly seamless escape. “Nearly” in that the police managed to track them and were able to give chase, eventually forcing them to and cornering them here. The terrorist group had holed up in the old warehouse, but between their numbers and caliber of weaponry, they’d managed to hold off the police for what was now nearing twenty-four hours. Both sides had given demands, and neither was budging.
The police were lucky it was the Bulwark faction to had found out about the situation first. Particularly over the Pandemoniums, who, for all he knew, may have even joined the group in fending off the police. Blue Jay had been equally lucky to have been just hanging out at the HQ when the alert went out. He couldn’t remember the exact wording of the message that flashed up on the television screens (he’d just seen “danger” and “all available hands needed” and had immediately dropped what he was doing to go grab his things), but a number of Bulwarks were being asked to gather at the site in an attempt to help neutralize the threat before the terrorists got out of control or other factions arrived to play their own hands.
Blue Jay had arrived as quickly as he could, found a nice, cozy rooftop, and had settled down to wait for others to show up. He’d been counting cars to pass the time and ease his restlessness. Fifteen police cars in view, more around corners he couldn’t see. At least two officers to each. Underneath his mask, he was beaming. This was a big mission; too big for one person to do alone. Too big for the police, even. It was a chance to show off the power of the Bulwark to the law enforcement and city as a whole. Take that, Seaside.
Ooc: This thread takes place in the IC timeline before Highway to Hell.
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Post by Stunt Double on May 17, 2016 13:50:10 GMT -7
One of Stunt Double's favorite tricks was to walk around the street looking like a civilian and discreetly target a few police officers with his power. The police officers' patrols would inevitably take them to different places across the city, and whenever Stunt Double caught wind of trouble, he could swap with the police officer closest to the incident to arrive there relatively quickly. Occasionally it resulted in him popping into the middle of a dinner with the policeman's family before abruptly standing up and crashing out the window, but he was sure they'd appreciate the need for his superheroics if they really stopped to think about it.
He was trying to use that trick today, but he was confounded by the fact that all the policeman seemed to be gathering in one spot. How was Stunt Double supposed to use them to quickly teleport across to the location of any trouble if they were all gathering in one point? It took him a moment to realize that there was probably a reason they were all gathered there.
Stunt Double exerted his power and was suddenly in the shape of a uniformed policeman in the middle of the police cordon. Meanwhile, the policeman would find himself on one of Emerald City's steeper hills. Stunt Double hoped he knew how to skateboard.
It was easy enough to pick up the gist of the situation from the chatter of the surrounding police officers. Stunt Double remained silent, watching the rooftops. There was no doubt that other supers would eventually show up, and it helped that he knew was he was looking for. Spotting Blue Jay, he breathed a sigh of relief as he confirmed that the heroes were the first ones here.
Stunt Double made eye contact with the other hero, giving a small nod to hopefully signal that this police officer was actually everyone's favorite shapeshifter. Then he turned his attention back to the building, ready to charge inside on a moment's notice. Between the risk of supervillains showing up and the possibility that the unpowered people would screw this up by themselves, there wasn't much time for caution.
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Post by Timezone on May 17, 2016 16:02:57 GMT -7
Timezone rested his head on his knees watching the standoff between the police and the villains on top of a nearby building, the problem was nobody was moving so it was really, really boring. "Somebody, anybody do something!" He yelled down and instantly regretted it as a few shots, from both sides, raced up towards him. He fell backwards and covered his ears, preparing for more shots. Thankfully no more came towards him or the two parties down below, so he lifted up his head.
"That's not what I meant-" Before he finished his sentence his eyes caught the sight of someone that instantly brought his spirits back up. It's Blue Jay! The superhero that stopped a dragon! Timezone threw himself into a fast forward, smiling hugely even as he briefly passed through a spotlight from a helicopter, they would only see a afterimage and besides, it's Blue Jay! He almost forgot to stop the fast forward as he reached Blue Jay and briefly crashed into him before jumping back. Way to mess up in front of a superhero! Still his mood wasn't broken and, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet begin talking.
"You're Blue Jay, like the real deal Blue Jay, the Dragon slayer! Do you know what to do? Charge in? Sneak in? I can move really fast you know! Which is it, which is it!?" He was aware he was talking a little loudly, but come on, he was talking to a real life superhero!
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Post by Nightflyer on May 17, 2016 19:55:03 GMT -7
The dilapidated buildings that lined the docks, not so long ago proud symbols of wealth and success, reminded her of a once powerful kingdom fallen into ruin. They were in various states of disrepair, but none was even close to habitable. This was the type of place that was suited best for rats and roaches rather than people. The debris on the ground wasn't typical human waste- no newspapers, no plastic bags, only a sporadic beer can here or there- but more chemical in nature, less stuff and more of a sludge, likely the byproduct of the vast warehouses that once made this dock an economic powerhouse. Nightflyer remembered with a frown that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
She was watching the action unfold from afar, once again silently cursing whatever god gave her her powers for not including super vision and super hearing in the deal. She wasn't really able to sneak up close without being immediately noticed, to say the least, so she had to keep a healthy distance until they were ready to strike. The element of surprise was more important than full comprehension of their enemies' plans.
Not that the police, assembled in full force, riot gear, body suits and all, were the enemy. The real enemy was holed up in one of the grimier places on the block, which was saying something. The terrorists within- at least thirty, but by some accounts fifty- combatants had deemed it appropriate to declare war on the United States Government by breaking into one of its weapon caches and seizing enough firepower to help a mercenary group overthrow a small country in Africa. Did these people have any understanding of the scope of potential violence they were bringing into the world by taking these weapons? Opponents that reckless were incredibly dangerous. It scared her just as much that this group had been able to pull off the heist at all. She had heard no reports affirming her fears, but it only made sense to her that at least one or two supers were members of this gang. How else could they have accomplished this?
Her rooftop perch hidden behind two old AC units afforded her cover from the roaming helicopters, but didn't allow her to see much else. She could see the police cars assembled below, but that was pretty much it. She hoped the others- her team- were either here now or would be soon. She assumed they had seen the same call she had: "Danger- Class E Threat. All Available Hands Report." Class E was the designation for domestic terrorism. Whatever these peoples' real goals, the Bulwark was working under the assumption these people intended to use these weapons for harm against their fellow citizens.
Needing a better angle, she waited for a helicopter to pass, peaked her head up to look around, and, light as a feather, jumped and extended her wings. She glided down silently to a building slightly below and to the left of where she had been before. An old greenhouse covered much of the roof of this one, providing her ample cover.
Much better. She could get a better sense of the action now, and... there! Blue Jay came into her line of sight, almost indistinguishable among the shadows except for the outline of his sword. Her fellow hero had answered the call, and had done so as quickly as Nightflyer herself. She had the utmost respect for Blue Jay- obviously a young kid, he prioritized justice and fairness instead of using his power for personal gain. At least, she hoped he did.
She let out a low, haunting whistle- something that might sound like an old machine whirring, so the police below wouldn't recognize it as anything suspicious, but she had taught all her Bulwark teammates to recognize it. She hoped he would hear it and look around to find its source. When she was able to lock eyes with him, she would give him the standard nonverbal hand code they had all practiced for situations like these: "Form up. Prepare to move in."
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Post by Hellhound on May 19, 2016 11:10:19 GMT -7
It wasn't often enough where a good laugh was needed, especially at this chaos that's unwrapping at the busted out ports! Even though time after time where trouble lay at different positions over the city, the police always have their hands full, thinking that their way were better and that they had the "law" on their side. If that was the case, then why hasn't there been any action going on? Why were they not going inside and bust these low lives crooks? An answer was not clear at the moment, but a hefty laugh coming from a silhouette erupts was the only satisfied enough! Hellhound's eyes soon filled themselves with rivers as his laughter echoes from the hilltops of the towering buildings he take a seat on, watching the crimes below as hundreds, maybe thousands, of policemen race about on the dirty streets calling out orders at each other, almost blending within the sorry looking building around here.
Before he arrived at this section, Hellhound was bolting through the light, phrasing through them as his own shadows without eyes staring at him, picking out petty criminals stealing old ladies purses (to why they are out at this time always confuse him) before hog tying them to poles for a nearby police to handle them; the job was already stressful enough with the old lady screaming at the top of her lungs and swing at him because of his appearance of a demon mutt, but also others, especially the civilian housing this light blinding city, always give him a thankless reaction. Sure, he gets it, but come on! Saving your life without a dime pay job and you want to growl at those with powers trying to help? The young teen would say forgot it and storm off leaving people in a fire building to cook; however, he's not like that, he was raised better than that to watch someone helpless be torture. He know that by heart. So when he stumble back to HQ, the alarm rang out, calling out for anyone reachable to stop a group of terrorists holding military weapons from getting away, he turned back to the streets, but behold his sight he can't believe it.
Now in the present, Hellhound finally end his series of laughing and open his mind and become serious to how he can end this parade of nonsense. His blood colored fur dance silently through the quiet wind and thin tail slice through it while his mind begin to pour questions: how did these crooks manage to steal high tech weaponry? Is there anyone in there with powers? Is there a trap inside just waiting for me? There was many more questions that needs to be answered, but now it's the time for it; he just have to find out himself! Standing on all fours of his paws, Hellhound start to race across the rooftops and taking leaps to get across, not noticing other heroes already there or going to be as he finally come close enough to the Victorian building. As he stare down, focusing down hard at the coup up criminals, the sudden voices and strange and haunting whistle was enough for the teen to make an ear perching shriek! "What the--?!! What the hell are you doing here?!!" he yell out towards the others, red eyes glowing
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Post by Blue Jay on May 19, 2016 19:46:59 GMT -7
Blue Jay returned a nod to Stunt Double. It was a relief to say the least to see the super here, and to see a friendly face among the not necessarily so friendly police. He had hoped other Bulwarks would come as he’d only seen one other around the HQ, and was not at all keen on doing this with only two (but how Stunt Double had known - and snuck into the police ranks - was an enigma to him. That was some serious preparedness on his part). He’d caught glimpses of Nightflyer as he’d left the HQ and knew she’d be coming, but it wasn’t until he heard the low whistle that he was able to pinpoint her location. She’d already spotted him, it seemed, and she was ready to move in. He responded with a universal “got it”; a thumbs up.
That would make three. He wasn’t quite sure if three would be enough to handle this situation, but the optimist in him said “probably”. Perhaps if it was two other supers he’d be more worried, but Blue Jay felt like he could rely on Stunt Double, and Nightflyer came off to him as someone who always knew what she was doing. They’d be fine. Probably.
Blue Jay turned to find the familiar unfamiliar face among the police officers and pass on the message- and felt something suddenly slam into the back of him. He staggered forward and spun around, hand going to his hilt, thinking someone had come to attack him. Instead, he found the young super Timezone. And, with the boisterous nature of the super’s greeting, the police found the two of them. Blue Jay was both very happy to see yet another Bulwark and very flattered to be called the “dragon slayer” (even if he didn’t feel he deserved the title) and would’ve responded in kind had not the attention of both the police officers near him and the ones that’d been tracking Timezone fallen directly down on the two of them. “Timezone, we’ve got-” He began.
“Shit!” Blue Jay shouted without thinking as a bullet whizzed past them. Also without thinking, he grabbed Timezone’s arm and pulled the both of them behind the nearest means of a wall between them and police-fired projectiles; in this case, an old air conditioner. He ducked down just in time to hear several shots ring out, a couple burying themselves in the AC.
This was not the end of the police’s suddenly found targets, either, as yet another super made his appearance. Hellhound had probably just spoken the thought going through all of the surrounding police officer’s heads. Lights focused on the AC unit he was using as waist-high cover. Blue Jay dared a peer over the molding plastic unit, careful to avoid the view of the few officers that had their gaze trained on their cover, ready to shoot. Another was hurriedly reporting something - probably them - to her com. It’d be possible to make the police lose sights on them, but it wouldn’t change much. They knew supers were here. If that wasn’t enough evidence for which of Timezone’s suggested tactics to take, there was the small detail that a lot of the supers here didn’t exactly have... subtle abilities.
There was no hope of being sneaky.
“Helping!” He yelled first to Hellhound (who he was also quite happy to see but a little too preoccupied at the moment to property address), and in some part of the officers (not that they cared or were listening). Blue Jay unclipped his sword and sheath from its holder and turned to Timezone with his next verb. His voice was a mix of mild panic, excitement, and hesitancy for having to make a sudden and probably rash decision. “Charging. We’re charging. Come on!” He waved for the white-haired super to follow and sprinted out from behind the old (and recently more holy) AC unit. Two guns fired - neither hit. He angled his sheathed blade forward, and on the last step of the rooftop, vanished. A moment later he stood beyond what was once but now no longer was one of the few unbroken windows on the top floor of the warehouse, much to the surprise of the two gun-wielders in the room. They were even more surprised when they both got a sheathed sword to the face.
Blue Jay waved the all-clear for anyone who may be waiting for it. The only door out of the room was closed, but he could hear footsteps running down the hall towards it. While he delayed for the moves of the other supers or people in the the building, he make another quick mental headcount. Their assembled team now numbered at five. Blue Jay smiled as he leaned against the wall across from the window, prepared to strike anyone who opened the door. Five would be enough.
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Post by Stunt Double on May 20, 2016 1:07:28 GMT -7
As far as Stunt Double was concerned, the gunshots were the signal to start! Trusting the other heroes to be able to take care of themselves, he left the cover of the police barricade and broke into a sprint toward the warehouse.
More gunshots rang out, presumably from the terrorists inside the building, and Stunt Double felt white-hot pain shooting through his body. His momentum carried him into the warehouse, where he eventually stumbled to a stop and fell on his face. Cruel laughter and heavy footsteps approached, and Stunt Double felt one of the terrorists kicking him in the head.
That was a mistake. An instant later, Stunt Double had replaced the terrorist in appearance and location, not a single scratch on his body, while the terrorist was laying on the ground with a confused expression on his face. Stunt Double immediately began swinging his fists like a madman, lashing out at the other terrorists with wild abandon.
Of course, he was still up against three rather burly terrorists well-trained in hand-to-hand combat, and two more joined them from upstairs when they heard the commotion. Five against one would be rough odds for Liam Neeson, let alone Stunt Double, and soon enough Stunt Double was once again reeling from a dozen bruises, fractures, and lacerations. The five enemies had him cornered and were pummeling him ruthlessly.
Which was just his cue to swap again. And then once again, Stunt Double was restored to full health and stamina. He continued fighting without any worry at all about being hurt. After all, as long as one enemy was unwounded for him to swap with, there was absolutely nothing the unpowered terrorists could do to permanently hurt him. Whenever he took a bad hit, or whenever they managed to pin him in place, he'd simply perform another swap and keep fighting, all while the terrorists became increasingly exhausted and panicked in the face of his superpowers, sometimes even getting confused and fighting each other as they struggled to determine who he was swapping with. And each time Stunt Double managed to land a lucky hit and down one of the terrorists, that terrorist stayed down.
Finally, it was Stunt Double against one exhausted and demoralized terrorist, and that was a much easier fight to win. The five terrorists rolled around on the ground, groaning in pain, while Stunt Double swaggered up to their radio and sent a message to the rest of the terrorists.
"Stunt Double here. Took down five of 'em on the street side of the first floor. Gonna work my way up from here."
The message served two purposes. Firstly, it would probably demoralize the terrorists. Secondly, if any fellow Bulwark members had managed to steal a radio from the terrorists, they'd be informed of the situation. Stunt Double began the leisurely process of tying up the terrorists with some bright red cord they had lying around. He was just finishing up when he heard another voice over the radio.
"Stunt Double again. Just got to the back side of the second floor... guys, you'd better come check this out. Hurry!"
Stunt Double froze. That was not him. One of the terrorists must be pretending to be him in order to lure the other heroes into a trap. A downside of being a shapeshifter was that no would find anything suspicious about his voice sounding different. Stunt Double rushed to the radio and hammered the transmit button to say over the radio that the voice hadn't been him, but it didn't transmit - the terrorist must have been holding his own button down to prevent anyone else from transmitting.
This could be really bad. Unpowered people might be pushovers in a straight fight, but if they had time to think up some sort of trap... Stunt Double rushed up to the second floor, hoping he wouldn't be too late to stop whatever they were planning.
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Post by Timezone on May 20, 2016 7:45:59 GMT -7
Ok so this was more hectic than Timezone thought it would be. Next thing he knows Blue Jay is pulling him behind an AC unit, with bullets flying a few inches away from him. "Charge in!? We're seriously gonna charge!?" Honestly he was expecting a more thought out plan, but charging was so much cooler!
Timezone rushed past Blue Jay towards the warehouse, adrenaline making him feel like he was moving much faster than usually. He wasn't. One bullet grazed past his arm, and he briefly panicked, rewinding to heal the wound, and covered his head pretty sure they had more bullets. Thankfully, Blue Jay took care of the gun guys and Timezone started to move again. "Quit messing up Timezone...!" Seriously he was a superhero and the other superheroes were doing so great! Even if he never really been in a situation like this, he should be doing, well, super! He leaped towards a window, catching onto the framework and doing his best to see through the streaky glass.
Wasn't there someone inside? Yeah there was! Like, three people, he thinks, it's really hard to tell. He could take three, right? Right! Before he could change his mind, he leapt through the window, and instantly was sent running from bullets. He threw himself behind some long forgotten crates. Alright when they run outta bullets, run out and time lag them! Right on cue footsteps stomped towards and he rushed out, grabbing two, then turning and punching another. Instantly the world seemed to sway but thankfully the villains seemed to be affected even worse, one of them even outright fainting. "See you later, villains!" He couldn't help at least one taunt, it's not like they could chase him! He ran out into the hallways, still dizzy, but way more confident than before! Stunt Double's voice suddenly came on, saying he was on the second floor. He was gonna meet Stunt Double! He dashed towards the stairs, not even thinking how this could just be a little suspicious.
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Post by Hellhound on Jun 4, 2016 18:37:53 GMT -7
That not what he meant. How come whenever he hunt down some criminal hide out and ready to trap them inside with him, the rest of Bulwarks suddenly arrived there before him?! It's crazy to think that they have magic powers or something, definitely when if they have seen the same crime on TV! Nevertheless, at least he have arrived there before ninja boy here can steal all the fun he hope to have, even the new faces can spell trouble if they get in his way of this. As soon as his muzzle begin to open again, bullets zoom pass them, forcing the teen to scatter around from the two and hide through as a silhouette as he phrase as his own shadow to escape the storm of bullets. It was already made clear that the police didn't like their appearance here. Too bad. As a shadow of silhouette, Hellhound creep pass the firing bullets and crawl back towards Blue Jay and Timezone, watching them try to dodge their own bullets and hear the most promising plan yet: Charge in! Simple, yet very agreeable to hear! Blue Jay, Timezone, and Stunt Double was already at their wits and storm right the building, to the surprise of the dog, of course; time to join them!
Phrasing back at from his shadow and into his normal furry body, his legs press up speed as another roof top lead him straight into a dirty window, crashing full body in without thinking of what could lay below him; however, luckily for him, he fall straight down on a criminal, leaving him in pain as the shards of now broken window cause a loud noise that alert the rest of the thugs in the room, having Hellhound yet again to hide, but this time behind crates. His vigilantly eyes watch them rush over to their fallen comrade and ready their weapons, but thanks to their nervous action, it give him enough time to count off who was in the room with him and what kind of weapon they equip. Seven thugs all together; two with long, sharp daggers and five left with automatic guns. This would be tricky, but the light is his key to victory as long as the moon keep ablaze through the open windows. After taking steady breaths to cool down, Hellhound prepare himself by sprouting out long, black eight octopus arms from his back, forcing his spine to move bit causing some pain to himself until the process was done... Now it's time for the fun part!
Using the arms, the superhero use his hiding crate to swing across towards the thugs, taking a nice aim at one of them, but it wasn't all of the gunners so now guns point and start to fire a load of bullets at the mutt until holes form from behind him and steam out dust. The dust clear out, but behold them was nothing not even a body was present to show their victory. The remaining team mates stare in confusion as a shadow on a wall start to move on its own without a body to reflect it; this, of course, alert the thugs that they are dealing with a super. More bullets pour out at the shadow but neither one of their bullets was touching the moving shadow as it creep closer and closer towards them until it finally leap from it position, take hold of one of the thugs with his extra arms and drag him into the darkness with him, only the sound of screams and pain was announce.
In mere seconds, a body fly across the rest of the group and slam hard on the brick wall; luckily, the sound didn't go off, where the other heroes would have been there before the strange Bulwark hero could have fun with them! Hellhound, with fiery demonic red eyes glow harshly at the six other thugs, walk out of the darkness to reveal himself for them to see who they was attacking, but even though was still puzzle at the sight of a humanoid mutt. "Let's have fun, shall we? If you can take me down with all of you guys combine, I'll let you go...IF you can that is." Hellhound smirk. The six thugs stare hard at one other, nod, then two race towards Hellhound ready with their sharp dagger to cut him. As close as they was, they suddenly miss him went he phrase into a shadow again and vanish behind them in his solid form, using two of his extra arms again, twist it around their faces and slam them down on the pavement again and again until their bodies stop struggling and slide down from his grip silent. The four gunners left begin to fire again, missing every shot while Hellhound keep fading in and out of the darkness as a shadow dodging bullets; however, having enough of their games, Hellhound conjure his own flames from his paws and lit both of them when he comes close enough to the thugs and give each one third degree burns punches to their faces and use his remaining flames to circle them and cage them in a tight corner. "That should hold you guys down until the firefighters come in." chuckle Hellhound, dusting himself off and bolt out of the room.
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Post by Blue Jay on Jun 7, 2016 18:31:04 GMT -7
A hilt to the face was plenty to do in the next fellow to attempt to come in through the door. The man had been wearing a bulletproof vest, Blue Jay noted as he stepped out into the hall, and had had a semi-automatic rifle. These were bigger guns - literally - that they’d be facing father in. He’d have to prepare himself for gunfire.
No other super had come in through the high road like he had, but he heard a good bit of scuffling in the area. The fight had already begun, evident by the gunshots, yelling, and even a message from Stunt Double confirming the fact. Now they had to hurry and take out as many as they could while they still had the element of surprise. And before the police made their move, as no doubt supers would be as high a priority target as any of the terrorists. Blue Jay did not want to get caught with military weapons ahead and actual military firing from behind.
As he was stepping out into the hall, the knocked out guy’s com device turned on again. Another message from Stunt Double. This time Blue Jay bent down and grabbed the com for himself, pulling it up on its twisting stretchy cord. “Gotch’ya, I’ll come in from the side flank. Don’t tell them, okay?” He said cheekily.
Letting the radio snap back on its cord, Blue Jay began displacing down the hall. Stunt Double had made it sound like it was urgent, and he wanted to get there as soon as possible to see what the big deal was.
Instead of finding Stunt Double when he entered the designated room, he heard a loud “there!” and the loud screech of metal turning against metal. Blue Jay had hardly a moment to react as a large metal and glass device was pointed at him and the overhang of a first floor hanger he’d come onto before someone else yelled “fire!” and the metal railing he’d been standing behind and the floor he’d been standing on grew bright red as though someone had taken a butane torch to them for quite some time. Blue Jay, having built an adversity to and almost natural response to get out of the way upon hearing those words, dove behind a metal crate set against the railing.
And then the machine guns began firing. Blue Jay swore under his breath as he crouched down behind the protection of the crate, making sure he wasn’t exposed to the at least four separate guns he heard. This had been a trap, and he’d walked right into it. He hadn’t the slightest clue what that weapon down there was besides that it burned through metal and looked like something a civilian really shouldn’t have access to. The people operating it knew full well what it was, however; it was a prototype laser weapon, made for taking down air crafts, missiles, and vehicles. It also worked fine for supers. Now those guys with machine guns just had to stall for time while they got it reset for another shot.
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Post by Stunt Double on Jun 10, 2016 10:48:29 GMT -7
Stunt Double was so hurried in rushing back up the stairs that he almost ran face-first into Timezone. He jumped back in surprise, so startled that he immediately called on his power. Suddenly Stunt Double was replaced by a tied-up and unconscious terrorist whose momentum sent him flying into Timezone.
A moment later, Stunt Double came rushing up the stairs again, this time wearing a new terrorist's appearance.
"Hey, Timezone! You are Timezone, right?" Stunt Double leaned over to get a good look at the letters stenciled on the younger hero's clothes. "Right! I'm the real Stunt Double, the guys in the back of the warehouse are trying to trick us into walking into a trap. Come on!"
Stunt Double proceeded to run at top speed into the supposed trap. He reached the designated room just in time to see Blue Jay coming under fire from machineguns and... some sort of super weapon?
"What the hell is that?"
The door Stunt Double entered from was across the room from Blue Jay's position, but the terrorist manning the laser still heard his voice. While the machineguns continued to pin down Blue Jay, the laser beam swung around at Stunt Double, catching him full on in the face. There was a smell like cooking sausage as Stunt Double stumbled backward, silently clutching at the blackened remains of his upper half before he was suddenly replaced by yet another tied-up and unconscious (but otherwise unharmed) terrorist, which flopped down on the ground next to the door.
Stunt Double came rushing up the stairs yet again in the appearance of a third terrorist. "Okay, whatever it is, it hurts like hell!"
He paused, taking cover by the door and sniffing at the air. "Wait, did we just interrupt the big ol' domestic terrorist family cookout or something?"
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Post by Timezone on Jun 10, 2016 12:37:44 GMT -7
Timezone honestly had no idea what just happened as he was basically flattered by some tied up villain that appeared out of absolutely nowhere. "Get off! Man, what did you eat!?" He pushed the man off and stood up, just in time for another villain to rush towards him but before he could fast forward the man begin to talk.
"You're Stunt Double!? You're awesome! Didn't you also see a dragon? And you don't even got super strength and you still beat up the villains!" Timezone could barely believe it, he met two famous superheroes in one day! He instantly followed Stunt Double towards the trap, both of them could just disappear from the room if something really was there! Yeah, somethin really was there.
As they reached the door, Timezone prepared to fast forward but reflexively jumped backwards in a rewind as what basically sounded like a one of those sound effects for lasers blasted from the door, not to mention the machine gun sounds. "What's going on!? Did you see Stunt D- Gaaah!" Timezone shut his eyes quickly, it was really, really freaky seeing the burned up man! Thankfully a thud meant Stunt Double have swapped places and soon Stunt Double appeared in a new body. "O-oh good! You're okay, I thought you, y'know got k-killed or something!"
Timezone joined Stunt Double behind in door, leaning a bit t the side to see where he could run. "Hey, do you think I could distract those guys? I could just run out, get their attention then go into a fast forward!" He could outrun a laser, right?
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