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Make friends, save/conquer the world, forge alliances and have fun.
>Meanwhile, at the syndicate of general wrongdoing's evil tower (Now hiring) >B lister villains were lined up around the block for a chance to join with the promise of cash and fame, though anyone has yet to be let in.. or even told they would be let in at some point.
This.. Is horrible. >He adjusted his tie in the cliche'd fashion that an evil cartoon businessman would, the rings on his fingers glimmering. Why are they outside? The application form is online- and the door is unlocked!
>He goes to the nearest window, opening a panel in it to shout at the hundreds of ne'er do wells outside. If you filled out the online form yes you can come in! >It was.. Probably inaudible from how high up he was. >He quickly pulled his phone out, in a serious tone asking How did you get this number?
>puts index finger under lip Tomato doesn't think humans would taste good, would they? >she scooted closer Is Brightside even a human? >hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Yo, it's me Susan... Don't ask how i got this number, let's just say it's a card dealer trick, speaking of card dealing... i got myself some men for this small operation that i am working on... just to keep you updated.
I implore you to think carefully about this decision, fruit thing. Pretty please, don't eat me. I'm just as human as y- oh. Uh. Just as human as that little girl over there. I think.
>Sin pinches the bridge of his nose and bows his head in pure disappointment watching all of them circle around the building in the illusion of being in line. Finally, someone I do want to hear from. Able to sneak a number and pull off your own job? Consider me impressed. If you need hired hands there are a few new recruits walking into the building.. >The lobby was fantastical, various skull emblems and a fountain made of blood. Or was that just water in how harsh the lighting was? >A singular robot stood at the reception desk, making various chiptune noises before it pointed towards the elevators.
yeah about hands... you might need to do a bank robbery or 2 becuase i promised these people that i would... let's just say... pay them a good buck you see... yes, they are gamblers with quite the debt.
>An angry, short sighted japanese man saw this odd, nude figure running around exposing his muscles to everyone and could only spring forth one conclusion. Oi, ballsack, I finally caught you, huh? Thought you could humiliate me during our last fight like that? I've got another thing coming for you, you disgusting fucking boneless sack of testicle skin. I've been training. Getting stronger from our last encounter, and had a revelation. A revelation that will put your marrow-less ass 7 feet underground. >He imposingly pointed his finger at the persistent.
Hey uhhh bro,if I tell you where the "currency bank",or whatever stupid name you gave it is,could you give me a percentage of the money you gain by robbing it?
Uhhh,who are you,are you some kind of anime protagonist or something. Eh,whatever,looks like you just got angry because I beat you in a fight or something. Just leave me alone for,i'm making some big bucks
I think one's talking about a bank anyways. Give me a moment. >He pulls an app open on his phone to view the various robots >The security robots stand around doing jack shit. Sin's voice emanates from a speaker inside of the receptionist robot. You. Fleshy buff guy. Beat the shit out of the intruder and you're in, I already have jobs lined up for you. And.. >The robot shifts its attention to You want to rob a bank?
I like her user but maybe fix her bangs a little bit, and add some sort of clothing over her non-existent lady parts that isn’t the same color as her skin
Chase Ward
>steven universe I walk
Matthew Davis
So you'll give me money if I beat Naruto over there? >Shifts attention completely to Rokujo So you want a round two,uh?
Jaxon Murphy
Here’s Alejandro in color if anyone is interested. Featuring his brother xerxes
Hey you motherfucker >Starts running as fast as he can to punch Notjota I want those bucks! Uhh what the fuck? >Suddenly stops Somethings weird. Oh well fuck it >Gets prepared to punch Notjota again
the perfectly SFW nudity is an important part, but I'll fix the eyebrows
Jayden Wright
It's called a superhero costume! Unlike your PE outfit, I had to specially craft this suit! It's made of a jumpsuit, colored duct tape, and reflective stickers. Neat, huh? Also please stop rubbing my helmet, it's smudging my view.
Now's my chance--! >From out within Notjota's shadow emerged a horrible, eldritch looking being. Being cloaked in the darkness, it was barely visible, but one could work out the many eyes scattered across its head, merged into what looked like its very own brain. Many hands strangulated it by the neck, elongating it from its body. You've gotten senseless, ballsack, all that talk about breaking your limits must leave you very bold. But I've got my own ideas about what limits are for-- They're for keeping you in check. Come forth... FUROITO SHADOW! Show him what lies beyond his own limits! >Notjota disappears from view... at least, for Persistent. All that's left is him and horrible disfigured alien looking being.
Oh It's a costume! Of course! Tomato's such a dumo >thinkin So you painstakingly created this costume out of basic materials just so you could be a superhero? >pic related
Oh, it should-- >As soon as the Persistent landed a punch on the Furoito Shadow, The Persistent is immediately knocked back, all force from his strike redirected at him. >For some reason, the attack not only started taking its toll physically on him, but also emotionally. Fear, aggression, sadness, all started randomly settling in. Any clarity for judgement and critical thinking began to become increasingly harder, although not impossible. You've entered Furoito Shadow's range of influence, nutsack. >The waves of force that emanated from the redirected attack begin to manifest images. >Abstract fractals that form into lines and dots depicting The Persistent's unconsciously most regressed negative aspects of himself...
You smudged my helmet up, it'll take ages to clean this off now. Give me, like, 2 minutes. And there is nothing cooler than being a superhero, although I haven't ever really fought a villain, saved a person's life, or really do anything besides causing a bit of property damage and lots of medical bills. Did... did jelly recently evolve too?
>The soldier stared at the robot. >The soldier answers promptly, pretty sure he would be late for the actual bank robbery he was scheduled to be there for.
HAH,don't think that any of this emotional power bullshit has any effect on me! >Slowly,The Persistent starts trying to revert to his normal state of mind >Still scared,The Persistent gets into a defensive position and says: Now bring it on,Shadow!
>I am a SUfag must be sad to be this retarded user
Eli Turner
>Notjota looked at his watch. Oh. Shit. It's getting late. Uh. >Furoido Shadow dissipated and both him and Persistent were no longer shrouded in a volume of darkness. Look ballsack, I really gotta get going. Honest. We'll fight some time later. This thing takes priority over my bout with you though. You can take this as a win if you want, or save it up for our fight later.
Hey motherfucker come back here,I need my money! Unless... >Shifts his attention to the robot again Hey you stupid robot!I scared the shit out of the intruder,so give me my money!
>His lenses narrowed into a disappointed squint. Personal boundaries, please. >The gel moves to eject her hand, the residue on her hand collected back into his body. We have met, it is nice to see you again. Yes I am an android, My name is CID. >He nods to Brightside, though he had no idea who or what a jelly is.
I think I remember you. Weird child thing. I'm pretty sure you're not human either. Or maybe you are. I'm not smart enough to figure this out. So a robot? Or living jelly? A living jelly robot? That's kinda freaky. Like, the Blob all consuming jelly or?.. Uh, thanks. I like your... PE outfit. It's very form fitting. For an apple.
>The robot let out a mechanical groan as it turned its monitor around, showing a map with a simple dot line towards the Bank. >It pointed at the persistent and then it tapped its finger over the bank. It attempted to take a sip of its soda before it realized it did not have a mouth.
>Sprawling around the city streets with a perturbed look on his face, a tall and rambunctious youth looks around
Che cosa è questa merda !? Why the hell do I have to be the designated monitor this week of this damn school full of freaks. I swear can't be that hard to find a fuckin' app-
FOUND YOU! Sonvabitch, the hell do you think you're doing here during school hours ya dumb fruity broad! You're skippin' P.E. course curriculum hours! Superintendent said to get your ass back on school grounds and make you make up your missed hours or else you're gettin' I.S.S. (In school Suspension).
Now get back to campus before I drag you by your stem! Last thing I wanted to do today was waltz around town looking for a damn meta, now hurry up!
>He scowled at her and then snarled perturbed at the others in her vicinity
Jelly robot would be correct, yes. And.. I don't really consume anything other than the unique fuel cells that power my robotics-- >He was rudely interrupted by lorenzo's diatribe. >He places a hand on lorenzo's shoulder. Are you attempting violence on this innocent young girl?
W-wha- No way! B-but Tomato was excused from P.E. classes I swear! >She tried slowly turning away but Lorenzo could probably grab her before she does so
>As Cid held onto Lorenzo's shoulder, his Heat Absorption quickly frozen his viscous arm solid as he clapped back GET YOUR FUCKIN' HANDS OFF ME YOU DAMN SNOT META! >He then shakes his arm breaking off the layer of frozen slime from his shoulder touching him
Don't horseshit me girly, I don't like this any more than you do, now get stepping back to class, I ain't tellin' ya another time! >He stomped freezing the ground around him
>On the other side of the wall, the Amalgamation was met with the sight of... >... >Another suit of armor, who was talking
DEPOSIT MONEY INTO THE BAG, AND CONTINUE PLAYING OF ALARMS. >He said, to a bank teller, turning to the unit which had burned through a wall.
ADDITIONAL UNIT IN RANGE, ACKNOWLE-- >>BANK ROBBERY . . . INFERIOR ORDER UNIT. UNDERSTOOD. . . . MISSION DIFFICULTY INCREASED BY 21%. >>BANK BANK BANK . . 22%... >He let out a sigh. The bank alarms truly started up, almost purposefully alerting the police and any hero in range of a scanner.
What do you mean, uh, there's tons of super powered teens running around, I couldn't be the one you- Oh, you mean her? Ahah, whew. Uhh. Oh, jeez. The last time I took on someone big, I broke all the bones in my body. Uhh. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Could you, not antagonize the children? We have children here. Me. And the little girl. And the other girl Thing. Please?
>He watches a news feed of the solider bursting through the bank. ... He's hired, holy shit. >He tabs back to the app that allowed him to talk through his robots. You're.. Yeah, sure, go help him. I'm.. Pretty sure he didn't actually grab any money, i dont see cartoonish cash signs on his bags and thats sort of required here.
>as the robbery was going down, another explosion blasted through right next to the walls of the bank, 6 or 7 men pouring in wearing boxing equipment and ganag parphenilia. when the smoke settles, a big, hulking man, about 7-8ft in height, breakes through the smoke, revealing his strange full body costume and mask
"HAHA, GOOD WORK BOYS! THESE NIGGAS NEVER SAW US COMING...NOW LETS BLOW THE HELL OUTTA THOSE VA-"
>"uh boss...who are those guys"
"Huh? what the hell are you talking about?"
>It was then that the goon turned over to see these mechanical things robbing the tellers in the front, completley upstaging their entrance
"Why these little...HEY YOU, YOU KNOW THIS BANK IS ROBBIN PROPERTY OF THE ONE AND ONLY BRTUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.....and company?"
Didn't these guys kill that red bird that one time
Ryder Brown
>Soldier one jumped around with BANK BANK BANK BANK BANK. LIEUTENANT. BANK. BANKBANKBANK
>The second soldier, turned to before returning to what he was doing PROPERTY INVALID. PERMISSION NOT REQUIRED. MISSION IS ONLY TO CREATE NOISE FOR HEROES. >He takes another look at Brutus. INTERNAL SEARCH COMPLETE. NETHER NEXUS KNOWLEDGE RETRIEVED. BRUTUS, DESIGNATION: KING SLAYER.
>He winced, striding back for a moment to keep distance from him. >Cid ripped his own arm off- mechanical sparks coming from his socket and swung it into Lorenzo, the arm bursting into hundreds of pieces as it collided with him.
>He then turns to the man, who he previously hadn't noticed was in the bank. He strolls up to him, posse in tow
"do you know who the HELL you talking to? allow me to- HUH HAH..,introduce myself.
>Just then, a goon wearing ring announcer's outfit and a crudley made cardboard microphone appeared necxt to brutus, as Brutus proceded to flex as the announcer started the spheal
>"HE IS THE HAMMER OF CRIME, THE KING OF DA META RING, WEIGHING 560 POUNDS,AND THE UNDISPUTED SUPER HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDDDD...."
>"BRUTUS THE REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!"
>His whole motley crew starts to cheer him on as Brutus continues the flex in front of the man, showing off his inhumanley large muscles. That was until the robot called him by..
"King...S-Slayer?" >his cocksure and egotistical demeanur turned to that of what was pure fright for a second. He then hurridly put himself together before his boys or anyone else noticed, and stomped towards the robot, grabbing him by the...shoulder?
"Now on to you...you and your little buddy have a minute to leave without any of that money, before me and the boys turn yall into scrap!"
Joseph Howard
this guy killed my favorite character
Jason Evans
he wears the skin of the fallen one
Sebastian Sanchez
>Soldier 2 tosses the lumbering landmine the large sack of money he had been accruing as Brutus spouted off MONEY, HERE. WILL NOT LEAVE. MISSION: INCOMPLETE. MUST STAY UNTIL BEACON IS COMPLETE.
>Soldier 1 was just walking around the bank... touching things. Leaving small motes of red energy that poured from his armors ...bank.
"well, I uh...If that's the case.. I guess we just..take the money.....GOOD JOB BOYS, ANOTHER ROBBERY GONE OFF WITHOUT A HITCH, LET'S ROLL THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!"
>Brutus and his men proceed to walk back through the hole they came from, expecting no other kind of opposition
DUMBASS ORB! This thing goes to my school, so i'm just trying to do my duty as weekly monitor to make sure hooky playing brats like her are in class! I and the School could give a rats ass if she like to run around in tights and act like it means Cazzo!
>Getting struck back from behind by the frozen arm took him aback, the fact that just trying to do the stupid objective the school was forcing him to do for supers and how long it took to locate her delinquent ass had already irked him to no end, but now he was on the verge of snapping
MALEDETTO STRONZO! HOW'S ABOUT I FUCKIN' END YOU AN' YA WHOLE GODDAMN FAMILY!? CAN'T YA SEE I'M JUST TRYING TO FUCKIN' DO MY JOB!?
>The area was becoming extremely cold, especially around him as he scowled at the slime being, hair triggered to attack back as his eye twitched, every last fiber of his being at its last end to stop from just swinging back
Hmm. You aren't striking back. >He folds his arms, his 'eyes' still narrowed. Apologies. I thought you were trying to assault this girl, I didn't know you were.. Friends? I am technically only Eleven years old, but the scars my conscience bares are immeasurable in spite of that. >cue ptsd flashbacks.
>Noticing the small, chubby looking gremlin on his bag, Brutus stares at it, trying to deciepher if it was a toy or a real thing..but then he realized he was too dumb to be thinking about shit like that and preceded to squish the tiny thing like a chew toy
"Now why would i give my hard earned money to a shrimpy thing like YOU?"
Jeremiah Ortiz
I see minorities are severely under-represented, as usual.
I'm not an Orb, this is just a costume! And, I mean, technically, you're not doing anything wrong, but you're being a bully. My brother taught me a few things, and one of things is fight your bullies. Which, I don't understand, since he himself is the bully of the school. I think he was trying to get me to train with him. Also please don't punch me my bones are very small and brittle and I cant afford another medical bill. You're very tall for an eleven year old robot. I will not ask you about your scars.
>As Brutus' giant hands cast a shadow over his tiny form Hams began to sweat a bit Oh jeez come on guy, look out for my soft sp-- >Brutus began squishing his head, making him squeak with each slight movement UwaaaAAA I just want an extra large fry, dude!
Well, well, well. Every single taahm ah try ta rob sumthing, it's allers some man comin' ta stop it, or had done stolen thuh actual an ah done had enough awf it >She puts her gun up and aimed it at Brutus and his goons Ah'd advise ya eend yo-wr goons put 'em where ah kay-yun see em, put thuh sack awf ballast down, wawk 15 spaces back, eend MAYBE ah wont blow yo-wr shit away, Capeesh? >she looked like she was ready to pull the trigger >How was she able to wield a Tommy gun with one hand?
>The two soldiers look at each other, giving each a salute with varying enthusiasm. They both put their hands over the middle of their chest, and nod towards the other.
2: NOISE, CREATED. LITTLE INTERFERENCE. 1: BANK ROBBERY? SUCCESS? 2: BANK DIVERSION: INCONCLUSIVE. BEACON CONSTRUCTION ENGAGED AND SET TO PASSIVE BUILDING PARAMETERS 1: SECOND? MISSION? ? ? ? PRIMARY COMPLETE? 2: ENGAGE SUBJECTS, PROTECT TRANSMITTER, PREVENT DEATH. 1: AFFIRMATIVE.
>The first soldier marches over to allllllll this mess, more or so just walking in between the line of fire and everyone else. SUBJECTS CONFIRMED. BANKS. >Beacon Charge: 25%
>Cid stood completely still, the nub that is his arm now dripping. >As if something lorenzo said struck a chord with him, he monologued as he walked away- though in a much more sincere and personal tone. I was made to be skeptical and hate the same 'metas' you do, when they were willing to use the world for their narcissistic games and fights. You won't care, but I understand your distaste.
>Observing these goings on from a medium-distance, Rambler watched on. Occasionally munching down a handful of popcorn from his seemingly always handy tub Duuude... Gangsters, robots, aliens. This show's, like, got it all. Totally picked the right time to pop in on this day, fer sure.
>The squeaking continues even as the chick with the thick southern accent said something about something my giblets!
Jaxson Rivera
fucking kek
Hunter Campbell
>He walked to the same point as rambler, solely to catch the view. Agreed. Who are you rooting for? >Sin took a sip of the drink in his hand, before looking to the little alien calling for his fellow onlooker. I'll save your spot.
Oh, no thank you, My diet is pretty strict. I would offer you a drink but you don't seem like an alcoholic, plus its mine so. >He takes another sip and laughs as his own team members are brutalized. Aha, jesus christ they're idiots.
>He gives what could possibly be interpreted as a smile as comes up to the long haired man
It is welcoming to feel a familiar Aura in this realm. I've been our of my native one for too many fortnights now. However, in my travels to here, I recall that tone. Your ......... how should I say...... "Voop?" Its frequency is unnatural. Not caused by something of a regular form, am I correct. I distinctly recall that pitch. >He then quickly moves his gaze
I've been looking for someone for quite some time here, but I feel I've become rusty. I want to see a new limit if my search for "ME" is to be delayed. I train every day but there are diminishing returns for areas of expertise you already are well inducted in.
My latest obsession has been sound. The frequency of the universe is quite difficult to hone in on. Even with my unique physiology and corporeal control granting me a great degree of control of my pitch, sound, and frequency, I can only seem to find that exact wavelength after 2 months of focusing my tone.
I want to become closer to that sound. I believe there are a myriad of new potentials to myself with that sound under my vocal command. Yours is not a sound, but there was another...... the one from the Laser light dimension. The one with the Goatee and the coat that smelled on milk. He was one who could crack dimensions, I would assume he could here as well? Is he in this one as well? Where can I find him? I want to hear the sound for myself but not by myself........
>As everyone prattled on, the weird glorb of energy that acclimated slowly in the bank soon attached itself to walls, grasping into them as if looking to feed and grow. >Beacon Charge: 50%
>While this was happening, Soldier 2 briefed Soldier 1 on the current attendance and their threat to the mission with any data he had access to from home office.
>DESIGNATION: SPINELESS. THE LIMIT BREAKER. COULD POSE THREAT LATER, BUT NOT NOW. HUNGERS ONLY FOR BATTLE. THREAT LEVEL: POSSIBLE FOUR. CURRENT LEVEL ZERO.
>DESIGNATION: WANTED. GOLD MINER. UNLESS MONETARY COMPOSITE IS AT RISK SHE POSES NO THREAT TO MISSION. THREAT LEVEL: ZERO.
>DESIGNATION: BRUTUS. KINGSLAYER. CAREFUL WITH TEMPER. FRAGILE PERFORMER LIKE EGO BUT CARRIES MONARCH ENDING STRENGTH. THREAT LEVEL: ONE.
DESIGNATION: RAMBLER. TIME TRAVELER. EXTREMELY VOLATILE TO NEAR BY CHRONAL ENERGIES. DO NOT TOUCH UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE OR ALLOW NEAR FORCED ANOMALY. THREAT LEVEL: THREE.
>Soldier 2 rattled off small details for each of them. While Soldier 1 didn't hear anything aside from "stay away from golden hair time man". As he was distracted by Hams. Squishy squishy hams. >They had no data on Hams or Mr Sin.
Oh, ya mean D! Haven't seen him since that time in uh..... Brokesburg! Least in this era. Last I heard he was like, lookin' fer a new pad with his gal pal, r-somethin? Been crashin' around here and there. Dunno where he ended u--? Level 3? Uhhh Sha! Totally! Suuuuper Duper Dangerous, ya know! Now just, like, lay off the chubby lil dude n'like I won't hafta send ya t'Dino-Times, dudes.
Jackson Martinez
If the thread dies while I'm asleep, I'll use this hammer to fUCKING SHATTER MYSELF
I mean, lot of synced up time zones so night hours'll have a bump or two while the americans sleep it out. But it'll be fiiiiine
Camden Anderson
"SHUT IT LITTLE MEAT MAN BEFORE I HIT YA WITH MY UNIVERSIALLY STUNNIN RIGHT HOOKS., OH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" >He continues t o squish hams while shaking him violently, his posse cheering him on as he mashes up the little alium.
>it was then that he heard....HER. He knew her from another job he tried to pull, killed 20 of his own guys, but she barley got away with her life when he went at her....only got away by a lucky shot. ran off with his money and everything.
"Not this time...."
>he throws Hams to one of his crew, holding him in place until the boss was done dealing with Wanted.
"So it's YOU again. I thought last time taught you not to go one on one with me, THE UNBREAKABLE, UNSTOPPABLE, IMMOVABLE BRUTUS- HUH HA YUH!"
>just then, he hears the hippie dude pipe up behind him
"HEY LIL HIPPIE MAN, DON'T START NOTHIN AND THERE WONT BE NOTHIN, THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND THE LADY!"
Is this going to be dead like every other Yea Forums project?
Julian Howard
Eventually, probably. Tho this one has been going on for over a year now.
Gabriel Collins
Since when are cops muscular mulatta tomboys?
Blake Gutierrez
ever since 9/11....
Michael Miller
Maybe if you stopped calling people awful names for no reason they wouldn't wanna violently beat you up so much, Lorenzo. Besides, Meta people aren't bad people just because they're meta you know. Tomato's not a bad person either! > That's why she wants to be friends with even you! ... I'll come with you, but stop spitting on people, you're not a llama.
I do have to agree on mister Lorenzo though miss tomato, you can't just skip class because you are too good at it. I am human though! i am a earth ranger, not a mars ranger. Oh... right, hello mister CID.
Stay in school kid. In fact Why the hell are you-..... what ever it ain't my business....
>As her Soul Energy made the small constructs of the letters spelling "FRIENDS" above her, Lorenzo then spit on the E which instantly froze up and broke into an L falling on her head Friends with a Meta. When Hell freezes over! You're the perfect example a' someone who keeps the bad name you freaks have, using your powers to get outta yer responsibilities, maligning the youth, causing collateral damage, KILLIN' MY MOTH-..... calmati Lorenzo..... calmati....... Pensa a tuo padre. >He sighs and tries to regain his composure I can call you Metas whatever I damn well please, I save my manners for people, not freaks. And If you're not bad then why the hell are you skipping class to shit around with minor, 6 buckets of sewer shit, and whatever that thing is? >He points to Brightside
Now enough of the shits and giggles, make footprints, I don't have time to play makeup time at school either! I have to check in on father at the Chicken Joint. >A bead of sweat runs down his face at that comment
>Ouch ouch ouch I'm not skipping class! I already told you, I was excused from PE! >that slight sense of anxiety at the mention of father doesn't go over Tomato's head, but she decides not to say anything about it. Ms. Mary (PE teacher) said I didn't need to attend PE classes since I'm already at top condition, and it's unfair for others when I participate. >She started talking in a more serious and confident tone I'm using my spare time to patrol around the city so if anything bad breaks out I can use my powers to help save people. >She stared at him judgingly after saying that, before breaking the silence herself >sigh Aaaah whatever! Let's just go. Nothing goes through that thick skull of yours anyway.
>She turns back to wave at Cid, smiling Thank you mister Cid! My name is Tomato Girl by the way!
aaaAAA someone help, i'm in peril! also there's a... portal! someone call my cousin! >hams pulled out a tiny wallet, extracting a picture before folding it into a pretty little airplane. He whipped it at no one in particular, watching it crash into the ground a few inches away awh man, come on
Well, uh, see you later fruit Thing. I didn't know fruits go to school, but, if they become sentient I guess you have to teach them. Sentient being rights, I think, or maybe that's from a comic. I'm also human. I'm probably, like, the most human out of all of you. It's just a costume, I don't see why there's so much confusion! Ah, I see. A power ranger. What are you, like, Pink Ranger?
>Local News Reporter, Part Time Police Chief, and Highly Covert Government worker Mr Derikson was reading an old fashioned news paper on a bus bench nearby, waiting for a phone call. Bank robbery... >Flips a page Grand arson... >Flips a page Inter-spacial raid on floating headquarters.. >Flips a page
No nothing heroes can't do anything right. Can't even make coffee the right way. Puh.
>One of the boys picks up the picture of ham's cousin that he just threw to the wind.
"Who da hell is this guy...what's up with his head." >Another one pops in and takes a peek at the picture too
"I think he's one of eeemmm uuuuuhhhh....alien things!"
>The boys start ooohinh and ahhhing at the sound of that. an alien!
"Maybe...with this things help...we can get some cool alien shit, really be ahead of the competition!"
"Yeah! then the boss will REALLY be on top, no one could stop him at that point!"
>With their hairbrained scheme formulated, they start busting up Hams, asking him all sorts of nonsensical querstions about his "secret alien weapons stache" and "hot alien babes."
>Hams scrambled back to his feet and reached behind his back, procuring his gun from thin air! Bruised and battered, he shakily pointed it at the goons how's this for alien weapons you fricken buttheads?! step back you don't know me like that!
>The collecting energy continued to grow, latching onto the walls of the bank and weedling through and into them. Running through wires and cords, causing the internal lights to flicker on and off. >Even the building itself groaned and creaked as the energy started nipping away at a main support wall.
>The two soldiers just kind of continued standing there, the more broken up one clapping as pulled out it's alien device, enthralled by it's alien ways.
>The other, however, the more well built soldier unit, spotted DESIGNATION: . . . PORTALIS. POWERFUL POWER SOURCE. FURTHER DATA HAS BEEN WILLFULLY EXPUNGED. THERE IS A MESSAGE FOR YOU FROM HIGH OFFICE.
>There was a low hum beginning to escape from the building consuming energy, and some form of word that had started to be spoken.
>As he shuttles his delinquent back to campus, they pass by the building when the lights and unnerving sound become unignorable
Gesù Cristo, what now? >He turned to Tomato Don't do anything stupid damn it and stay put at sec! >He then turned to the guard THE HELLS GOING ON IN THERE?! Theres people in the street walkin' here! HEY! Don't ignore me, the fuck are ya'll doing in there!? The hell "Beacon" is that?! ANSWER ME DAMN IT! >His bloodvessels already at a bursting point given the circumstances, but the eerie threat he felt from there had him clenching his fist and the area starting to freeze.
The hell Commander or transport you talking about!? Ya got a fuckin' Rave coming outta the wall in here. I ain't taking no "mission" briefing from a tin can! >He then swings at the more broken guard striking him into the more complete soldier, the broken guard having part of his shoulder frozen solid.
>As the first soldier flies into the second, they collide as the energies that cause the more complete soldier to stay afloat help him to catch his comrade
DESIGNATION: UNKNOWN POWERS: POTENTIAL ICE. THREAT TO MISSION: UPGRADED FROM CIVILIAN LEVEL ZERO TO DANGER LEVEL ONE.
NONE WILL HARM THE BEACONS CONSTRUCTION. THIS BUILDING WILL BE DECONSTRUCTED FOR POWER EVEN WITH INSUFFICIENT HEROIC COMPLIANCE.
>While the second soldier stays back floating, breaking the ice from his shoulder, the second one pipes up.
BANK. PROTECT. DEFEAT, HERO. >He points his hand at Lorenzo, a blade of whatever energy leaked from his shattered armor forming. >The soldier charges at Lorenzo, as the other simply watches.
>Also to be mentioned, reflected in the health as 1 and 2. >The first unit, the more shattered and sloppily constructed scout has taken more damage from the initial tumble than the second more well put soldier.
Stay put? Sorry, not gonna do that. >Her electrical aura surrounding her, Tomato rushes in to the bank and immediately notices the weird ivy like corruptions consuming the walls >She grabs and yanks on them, ripping some of them off them from the walls, leaving cracks behind her as she did so See Lorenzo? This is why Tomato's here! >grabbing the vine like corruptions, she sends her own energy through them, in an attempt to battle them off to submission
>The feel of the energy was extremely cold, and as she grabbed onto it, it grabbed onto her. >It felt like it was attempting to eat at her, like it was eating at the walls and building. >As Tomato yanks and pulls at the massing energy, some of it falling off and withering away as ash on the ground the second soldier yells at her
DESIGNATION: TOMATO GIRL. THREAT LEVEL TO MISSION: TWO.
DO NOT DISRUPT THE BEACON! ALLOW THE ENERGY TO COLLEC-- >He pauses as she began to pour her own energy into the consuming amalgam. >The area she grabbed shined with her golden energy, and the humming grew a little louder as it fed into the stream of crimson magics.
. . . CORRECT! SHE IS HERE TO FEED THE BEACON WITH HER ENERGY. GRATITUDE, HERO. >The Order Soldier laughs, holding his hand up and checking on the progress of the anomaly. >Beacon Charge: 90%
Oh? Ok. I guess not that, then. >Flashin a cocky smirk, Tomato stops using energy and starts ripping off the corruption like pulling off the roots of a tree instead HORA HORA HORA! >She starts accelerating, just pulling large amounts at once, the energy around her intensifies, but it's not directed at anything. It's excess energy she can't even utilize fully HORA HORA HORA HORAA!!
>Watching her disobey and rush in without consideration, his patience was beyond broken DAMN IT YOU FRUIT BASKET CASE, WHAT DID I SPECIFICALLY TELL YOU TO DO!? FIGLIO DI PUTTANA! Now the thing is getting bigger! 90%!??! DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN YOU ALL YOU FUCKIN' METAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!
>the entire Bank suddenly dropped 40 degrees as the heat suddenly pulsated around Lorenzo, freezing both guards and Tomato to the floor they were standing and the Energy being collected slowed to a haggard pace >Almost out of instinct, a modest layer of ice froze around the exterior trapping everyone in through the main thoroughfare and protecting the civilian outside from the contents within YOU WANT A THREAT TO YOUR FUCKIN MISSION!? HOW'S THIS YOU META BASTARDS!? >In a fierce blow he puntured the brittle complete guard's frozen body and threw him into the anomaly >The ice around him was starting to grow thick
>Looking around, Tomato finally notices the small helpless creature being bullied >She throws a vine whip and pulls the creature, saving it from any harm that could befall him
>She looks towards Lorenzo who's going apeshit Thanks for the help Lorenzo! But calm down! Stop freezing everywhere! Tomato had this under control!
>As Lorenzo shoots the completed soldier armor into the energy, he screams out I-INCOMPREHENSIBLE >The energy that was being uprooted was withering away with nothing to feed on, until the armor slammed against it >Energy tendrils that attempted to feed on Tomato Girl quickly joined the energy that powered the suit, grabbing at a secondary source of power despite the damage it was taken and the armor is quickly integrated into the Beacon.
MISSION... NEARING... completion... >The Soldier was completely absorbed and defeated.
>While the older armor struggled against the ice, slowly cracking it to break free he shutters at the acknowledgment of his falling superior NO. BANK. LIEUTENANT. DEFEATED. BEACON. DESTABILIZING.
>Hams waved the gun between the goons shakily, backing away slowly. His call for help must've been heard because a whole bus full of weirdos had popped off. Suddenly jerked away with a vine, Hams sailed through the air before landing in the Tomato's bosom. She even secured him tighter making him squeak a bit a'ight, i'm into this... this is softer... this... sn... zzZ
Josiah Sullivan
>His mind hazed in and out of rage as he tried to process her comments and the robotic speaking simultaneously before coming back to some clarity HMPH. We wouldn't be in this mess with your dumbass wouldn't have skipped and roped me into this! You Metas just want trouble all the time, its in your damn nature!
>He then heard >Transport Capability: Failed >Transmission Potential: Requires Secondary Soldier Battery >He turned to the husk behind him So i'm guessing thats your queue sparkbag? WELL MANGIA MERDA! >The air around his hand reaching near absolute zero as it freezes the air particles he brings his palm down towards the machine's head
I love lackadaisical teleporters. It's such a fitting attitude.
Robert Johnson
>As Lorenzo places his icy fist above the face mask of the remaining soldier, he quickly swipes his sword around and through the fore-arm of the cold adolescent
FROST INCONSEQUENTIAL TO FIRE. FIRE INCONSEQUENTIAL TO WATER. WATER INCONSEQUENTIAL TO FROST. . . . ATTACKS ARE NOTHING TO ORDER. ORDER. ORDERORDERORDERORDER!
>The sword was cold passing through his forearm, but not nearly as cold as Lorenzo. >It was not sharp like a blade, instead it merely passed through doing very little physical damage all together. >But, it had left a similar energy attaching onto Lorenzo's uncut and undamaged arm very similar to that which kept the soldiers afloat, what the beacon was made of, and the material of the very sword which had struck.
>Lorenzo's arm was a little less cold, but was still attached. Let's stress that.
>The shock of the attack and pain welling in his arm overwhelmed him as he fell to the floor PORCA MISERIAAAAAAAAAAAA! YOU FUCKIN METAAAAAAAAS! All you fuckin' do is cause problems, hurt people, a ruin God's good graces you bastards!!! >The molecules around him started freezing in place as all the heat in the room swarmed around him as he looked unstable coddling his arm
You fuckin' metas already scarred me, took years from me, took family from me ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᶠᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ.... YOU'VE CAUSE ME SO MUCH PAIN Mᴀʏʙe ꜰᴀtHeR wᴀs RJGHt!! k-K-Kkeep it together........ 𝔐𝔞ybe f𝔞ther w𝔞s right!!
>Suddenly the arena around him became opaque in frosted particles before screaming was heard RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
>There was something odd about prolonged exposure to this energy. >Lorenzo felt it first as he was handed it directly, while Tomato Girl was barely under it's effect >It felt as if touching this substance, was in deed slowly attempting to drain them. >The affected arm on Lorenzo was slowly losing it's color, as well it seemed not to carry the same level of zero-chill effect like the particles around him or the remaining parts of his body >Tomatos wraps were taking the biggest brunt of this odd effect, but she could feel how cold not only the room was, but this peculiar energy was as well.
>The Soldier himself was taken back by the freeze, but managed to function barely.
>Soldier Movement Speed Reduced by 50% >Remaining HP: 2/5 >It started making it's way towards Tomato Girl and the Anomaly barely able to speed, more walking hindered than anything. MI...SSION...
Do you hear that, Kha'ast? We're popular! I knew this was the right time to come next. A pity for my Chronological Counterpart, but surely he'll thank me when he is me...
A future counterpart? Consider my interest piqued. You can call me Mister sin, CEO and front man of the Syndicate of general wrongdoing. >A business card slides out of his sleeve, he holds it between his index and middle finger before extending it to his new tiger-toting friend. How do you feel about destruction?
>From the condensed air and screaming suddenly a whirlwind kicks up of icy wind as a distinct "SHRRK" is heard as a bloody arm is flung out of the torrent of chills
"ARISE O LORD, LIFT UP THINE HAND: FORGET NOT THE HUMBLE"
>A glowing figure starts to arise silhouetted in the ice
"WHEREFORE DOTH THE WICKED CONTEMN GOD? HE HATH SAID IN HIS HEART, THOU WILT NOT REQUIRE IT.
THOU HAST SEEN IT; FOR THOU BEHOLDEST MISCHIEF AND SPITE, TO REQUITE IT WITH THY HAND: THE POOR COMMITTETH HIMSELF UNTO THEE;; THOU ART THE HELPER OF THE FATHERLESS.
BREAK THOU THE ARM OF THE WICKED AND EVIL MAN: SEEK OUT HIS WICKEDNESS TILL THOU FIND NONE.
THE LORD IS KING FOREVER AND EVER: THE HEATHEN ARE PERISHED OUT OF HIS LAND.
LORD, THOU HAST HEARD THE DESIRE OF THE HUMBLE: THOU WILT PREPARE THEIR HEART, THOU WILT CAUSE THINE EAR TO HEAR:
TO JUDGE THE FATHERLESS AND OPPRESSED, THAT THE MAN OF THE EARTH MAY NO MORE BE OPPRESSED!"
>Tomato fired a whip at the soldier approaching her, suddenly pulling on the whip. Combined momentum flung the soldier towards the wall at the back and slammed on it with a loud *WHAM* >She then turned towards Lorenzo
Lorenzo calm down! >The energy around Tomato intensified, melting the ice around her enough that she'd be able to walk Tomato will save you! >She figured the ice was being created by Lorenzo himself, but the guy was obviously beyond delusional about metas so she decided not to mention it >She walked towards Lorenzo, but it got harder and harder to approach him as she got closer I just... have to.... >She approached the opaque layer of frost. Sinking her hands aflame with the bright yellow energy into the ice, she melted through it >the moment she got close enough, she rested her hands on Lorenzo's shoulders, her hands getting frosted as she stopped the energy flowing Keep it together Lorenzo, Tomato will save you! >She took a chunk out of her apple head and put it in Lorenzo's mouth while his mouth was wide open from screaming >Lorenzo could feel the pain slowly subduing moments after the chunk of apple made it's way down, he could move his arm more freely now, and the corruption withered away >Tomato's expression was one of worry and care as she kept eye contact with Lorenzo D-do you feel better now? >Tomato was nervous, she was really hoping that Lorenzo would calm down >as for hams, he's somewhere safe dw
>The dumb brute from last time Hooaah, it's thuh big bad dumba-yus brute from last taahm. ya usta 'ave 20 awf 'em, what yo-wr down ta 7 now? >she laughs noticing the yellow haired man talking to him she smirked An ya're still big, ree-ehd an ADDLE-HEADED >Wanted began to shoot at the back of Brute, Her bullets went everywhere, hitting the cars on the street, the ground, Passerby's and the bank itself. >The bank was taking her bullets but the integrity of it was beginning to break down, if it wasn't degrading from the weird magic happening inside of it, it was her bullets killing one Brute's henchmen, nearly hitting >And one of the bullets hit the bag of money >She screamed AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YA BIG ADDLE-HEADED REE-EHD ASS AH JUS' WANTED MAAH BALLAST >She was enraged, her nose rose like an ox. >in the dust that Brute was surrounded in she took this as an escape, and she hopped on her car starting it FUCK ALL AWF YA
Well, hard to say whether he *was* me or I him, to be honest. Time is a bit of a spectacular trainwreck for me, and I cant exactly compare notes with myself, you see? >within moments of Mr. Sin offering his card, it was snatched up by the maw of Kha'ast. Letting out a low grumble like distant thunder as he stared at the man with eyes of screaming fire. The massive cat then turned and presented the card to his master, who read it over with interest. My, my, so straightforward with your intentions. Good to see a businessman who gets to the bloody point. Literally and figuratively. This era is most interesting indeed.
Wyatt Cruz
Time, space, i'm sure it all gets confusing. >He watched the cat take his card, handing the now slobber encoated sheet be read over. There should be a number on there and our website, Call us anytime-- >With the intense ricochet, one of the many bullets flew to slice a very thin line in his cheek. >He ran his index finger across it, squinting as he saw his own blood trailing down. This is... Sad. Excuse me for a moment. >He took steps closer towards the edge of the building, pulling the same sci fi pistol and aiming it into the sky. >With an amazing flash it fires, creating nothing more than a skull emblem in the sky above them. >All is silent until the syndicate tower rumbles in the distance, something launching from its side and blasting to collide into the earth near the group. >After a moment of inactivity a long, metallic arm reaches out to try to stab into the ground.
>As Lorenzo has ripped off his own arm, the Soldier had stopped, turning around. SIR. YOUR ARM. ARE YOU ALRI-
>But in his passage of pause and distraction, he was caught by the whip of being flung into the wall and being damage. >The energy began to leak as he coughed and groaned, reaching the end of his summoned life span. M-MY... LORD... >As the crimson magic began to darken, it seemed to slowly loose gravity as he slumped against the cracked wall and fall to the ground. . . . >Soldiers, defeated.
>. . . Attempting to send message without sufficient resources. >. . . Without beacon resources army cannot travel through >. . . But the lord, will come.
>The anomaly begins to glow a bright red, attempting consume itself and... fizzle? >It began making a noise beyond the humming, and without the soldiers the updates on its current form and latest inquiry were nothing but odd static, like an old radio.
>Blinded by the rage and pain as he tries to keep himself from passing out or freezing, suddenly something is forced down his gullet >The numb of his ripped off arm that had barely regenerated from sapping all the heat from non-living entities in the room suddenly accelerated to being regrown >He noticed all the ice centering towards him, and he looked up at Tomato Wha-..... WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! >He attempted to spit as if the apple would come back out in vain as he angrily snarled "Because you gave ear to her voice and took of the fruit of the tree which I said you were not to take, the earth is cursed on your account; in pain you will get your food from it all your life.
You're spurred me with your meta filth haven't you!? >>. . . But the lord, will come. ....."Th-the lord will come........." >That deep seated rage was bubbling back, rekindled with his clenched regenerated fist as he starred into the red light Che diavolo?!
>Brutus stands there and takes the brunt of the attack, the bullets bouncing off of his near indestructible armor, causing even more collateral damage to the nearby area. when the dust settles, Brutus is still standing there. When he looks around his, he sees the moneys been destroyed in the crossfire, dollars flying free in the wind...and he sees the corpse of one his boys, riddled with bullet holes.
"...you ain't getting away with this you BITCH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
>Brutus sprints along to wanted's car, the ground shaking with each violent march over, until he rams into the car, sending it toppoling over and over down the street. Still seeing red, the crimson crusher runs in front of the tumbling automobile and stops it with his two hands, riping the car open and revealing Wanted inside
"YA DEAD YA HEAR ME? DEAD!"
Connor Hall
W-wha What are you talking about?! >The gentle caring expression on tomato's face started to turn It only has regenerative properties, it can't give people meta powers! Never did! >Tomato, consumed by frustration from Lorenzo's delusional nonsense finally snaps You ALREADY HAD those powers you numbskull! Stop fooling yourself!
>Noticin the bank is falling apart Tomato panics a little AAAAAA Never mind that now, WE GOTTA GET OUT QUICK!! >She grabs onto Lorenzo and lifts the huge man over her head with no effort whatsoever (which makes it look kinda comical) and she rushes outside
>With the soldier gone, and the energy unattended as the building slowly collapses the energy beacon attempts to send a message, despite not having nearly enough power. >It melds into itself, condensing and glowing brighter and brighter, a static being heard loudly as a garbled unhearable phrase was said, seemingly through nothing. >A massive wave of temporal and dimensional energy surges into the thin air, a signal. >A garbled, static signal, that slowly breaks apart as it travels, only a fraction of what it could have been without meddling.
>But it seems while the beacon had failed in transmitting coordinates, and opening a portal. >It had still managed to create something, that someone out there noticed. >There will be no invasion today, thanks to the work of heroes and trespassers alike.
>But there was someone out there, watching, preparing to arrive.
I'm not a freak like you! I'm not like you vile scum who snuffed out my mother and only know how to cause chaos in your wake! PUT ME DOWN YOU INFECTIOUS TEMPTRESS! HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOU- >They escape the collapse of the building, and as he coughs through the dust kicked up he looks out at the aftermath jumping down from over her head to his feet maledetto...... >Confused over the anomaly's end, he then turns his wrath back towards Tomato GRrrr! I knew nothing good would come of dealing with you damn metas! Do you have any idea what foul curse you've brought upon me!?
The ramification of this...... Father must never know F̴a̴t̴h̴e̴r̴ ̴m̴u̴s̴t̴ ̴n̴e̴v̴e̴r̴ ̴k̴n̴o̴w̴ F𝔞ther must never know......
Damn you! I-i-i-... i don't even know how to live with myself with whatever pox you've put upon me with your fruit! The lord would send upon a woman to tempt a man with the forbidden fruit and in my rage you made me that which I despise most, no different from those whom F𝔞ther sought revenge on! >He punched the ground angrily freezing more of the sidewalk with every strike
Wanted herd all the commotion brutus was showing. it was just like last time at the other building Flaunt all ya want ya addle-headed ass, thuh ballast's gawn, cant eve-yn do that raahyt >She saw him like a rhino smash into her passenger seat, sending it flipping down the street until it fell down >For one reason or another she was still intact, with some minor cutting from the windshield >She was furious, this car didn't have good suspension, it was a low rider. her golden eyes glared toward the red man inching toward her car, ripping the cover open >she quickly aimed her Tommy gun toward him, spitting at his dumb armor at his face near his eye YA DISGUSTIN' BIG APE! YA RUINED MAAH CAR, THIS WAS MAAH LIVELY HOOD, MAHH SON, NOW AH' 'AVE t' REPEYR IT BECAUSE AWF YA, FUCK AWK >She begain shooting point blank at his face, his armor is his only saving grace bouncing from one place to another. >She stepped on the gas and the car went in reverse while she peeked out behind still shooting at him YA PAINTED MAN, YA'RE SQUAT BUT THUH LEF'NUT AWF A BULL
youtu.be/XhZ9hkib3UY >Through out all of reality, this moment had dawned as the moment that SOMEONE would soon arrive. >Although the beacon was shattered and nonfunctional, a single unit would seep through the cracks and make it's way. >The Lord they spoke of will be here. >Soon.
Not too soon, this is just a teaser post and not actually happening yet.
Camden Gomez
Ringo-chaaaaan! Daijob-- I mean, is everybody alright?! Any people left insi-- ...Everybody is not alright, looks like. What happened here?
>As Guignol performed his slicing attack on the Drowned Girl, he found himself falling quickly to the ground, and with not way of slowing down. He decided to free fall into the nearest building, which resulting in him getting a couple of broken bones, and a couple of late-night employees getting scared to death by a stickman who crashed through their window
>''...in short, you're gonna be in here for quite some time. I can't promise anything, but it'll be a slow recovery for sure...''
>The worst of all, he lost his sword as soon as he was on his way to the hospital. With a whole bunch of fractured bones and glass stuck inside his skin, Guignol is left alone at the hospital room as the doctor makes his way out
