Crusaders (1 more character wanted)

Cush Almighty

I Will Kill Yuji Itadori Myself
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"No, No no, no, no." A large man said frantically, over and over again as he scoured through the rubble that was formerly his family's home. It didn't take long for him to come across what he was looking for. Seeing it made him sick, it caused hid fists to clench and tears wail up in his eyes. A little girl and a woman laid still, bodies covered in white dust and blood. They didn't move, they wouldn't move no matter how hard he shacked them. "Abigal! Marie!" He scooped Marie up in his arms, the little girl he one day dreamed of seeing married was now gone forever, and her Mother shared her grim fate. He then heard it, it was laughing, the bastard thought this was funny, it was all a fucking joke!

"Wow, never thought I'd see the mighty Behemoth cry. That's what you get for having a family I guess, am I right Doug? Sorry, I mean Behemoth, not sure what to call you now. You look upset, you going to do something about it or you going to sit there and keep cry over spilled blood? Just stand there for me, I'ma send you to Hell with them. Do you a little favor."

The 6'3 man set his child's lifeless body down and stood up. He looked toward the voice, his brown eyes conveyed his anger, his pure rage. They were cracked with red and dilated, all Douglass Hamel saw was Simon Crane. Both better known as Behemoth and Master Seismic to the people. No words came from Douglass's mouth, he only activated his mutate ability and covered his skin in a grayish-black organic metal. He then made a sound, but it was nothing a human would normally make, but an animal. Douglass screamed at Simon, roared like a king in the jungle and charged him.

He was knocked down time and time again, suffering internal damage from the seismic waves of energy being thrown his way. Yet still, he kept going, getting back up until he pushed through Master Seismic attacks and clasps his hands around the little bastard's puny throat. It was quick, like the flick of the wrist, Simon Crane neck snapped and he was dead. Behemoth had committed murderer, he crossed the line, and he couldn't give a damn. It was actually cathartic, he never imagined it was so..so easy. He understood that day, the only way to stop these maniac's for good was to snuff out their miserable lives.

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1 Year Later
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Behemoth sat in the meeting room at the table alone. It was a circular shaped table made of steel, similar to the roundtable of the fabled Camelot. He had it that way with same intentions in mind, he wanted all members to see eye to eye with him and all feel equal during discussions. He was wearing his yellow costume, except his cowl which was off and resting in front of him on the table.

Behemoth or Douglass, whatever you prefer to call him was a tall, bulky, an opposing figure in and out of the costume for sure. His eyes said something about him, that he's seen things, to many terrible things speak of. He was a different man from his days as a young and naive hero, he was hardened now, a veteran in the battle against evil. He was waiting for his team, a team of killers he gathered who all agreed that evil deserved death. No exceptions.

This hero, if you can even call him that, was open about who he was, his secret identity had been outed a year ago. Everyone knew Douglass Hamel was Behemoth, and that revelation sent him down this dark road. Last year, he lost his family and in the aftermath, he burned bridges with old friends and made new ones. His new friends got it, they understood what it took to save the world.

The meeting was taking place aboard The Crusader, a spaceship that hid between dimensions, hiding from most, if not, all forms of detection. Aboard the ship one was allowed to live like they would at home. Everyone had a bedroom that they could call their own, even if they didn't use it. The Crusader also had a fully stock pantry, kitchen, training room, medical center, showers and whatever else one was expected to need during their time aboard. No matter where his team was, they were to carry their badges with the that identified them as Crusaders allowed them access to the ship by generating a wormhole. His Crusaders had until 7:00 am to arrive, or he would be digging in their asses with a pitchfork, metaphorically of course.

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Matthew Volt was a simple guy. There were a few things he really enjoyed doing. Such as weaponizing computerized home cleaning appliances. His army of doombas would be complete soon enough. But, some vaguely temperamental asshole that he occasionally fought with over the past couple years decided to make an execution squad, and as an experienced executioner what with being a living electric chair and all, someone needed to supervise and make sure this wasn't going to end horribly. And the asshole decided to set a meeting at seven o'clock in the fucking morning. He had the last of his stuff packed up, his latest batch of work in progress dangerbots as well as his whole superhero getup in tow, all shoved together in a duffel bag that had definitely seen better days. And as he left safe-house 21, he had his plan set.

And it didn't include getting beamed up to the Crusader just yet. Nope. He walked his fine ass to Dunkin Donuts to grab himself a coffee. He had priorities.

With coffee in tow, he found a secluded spot outside the prying public's eye, and outside of security camera range. And in the blink of an eye he was on the Crusader. "Dougie I'm home~!" He called out in his overly sarcastic voice. Clearly the coffee hadn't kicked in enough for him to start really caring anytime soon. A yawn escaped him as he began wandering the ship. Of course, his wandering wasn't aimless. He had tapped into the ship's blueprints and was pretty much on autopilot. He took a swig of his coffee as he marched into his room. He set down the bag, checked over everything to make sure it wasn't disturbed in his absence, before removing a roomba from his bag and setting it down, letting it go ahead and take a wander around the ship. After all, he'd be in a meeting, and he was wondering if B had redecorated while he was gone.

So what if the roomba had a little knife attachment. It would be fine.

He headed off to the meeting room with coffee in tow. And when he walked in, he flashed Behemoth a little smirk that screamed 'I totally didn't unleash another stabbyboi on the ship.'

"Long time no see, Behemoth." He greeted him easily enough. He sat down directly across the round table from Behemoth and took another swig of his coffee. He was wearing his black gloves and boots that kept his charges contained, though the gloves could always come off depending on how this meeting went.
 
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"5.99 for shipping?!" Gabrielle exclaimed in outrage. "What bullshit!" But despite her protests, she clicked the 'confirm order' button, albeit reluctantly. Sure, her total had come up to eighty dollars and some change but 5.99 for shipping seemed like overkill. She'd been staying on the Crusader since Behemoth extended the invitation but she'd found that her living quarters never felt 'home-y' enough. So to remedy that, she'd been browsing Amazon nearly every day and night, trying to find things that would make her new home feel like, well--home. So far she had a cute ass bed, a cool ass alarm clock, a soft as fuck chair suspended from the ceiling--and Mike, her giant teddy bear. He'd actually been the first thing she'd bought. Yup, she'd bought a toy before she'd gotten a bed. Gabby was definitely living her best and totally mature life.

Leaning back and stretching, Gabby caught sight of the time on her sick alarm clock and let out an eep of surprise. "Aw shit, it's that time already? Uuuugh--Ma-aan, I wanted to take a nap!" She complained as she closed her laptop and slid out of her hanging chair. Behemoth had scheduled a meeting for 7:00 AM and Gabrielle hated being late, so she had to get a move on, pronto. Technically, she had some time since she was already on the ship where the meeting would be held, but she wanted to be the first one there. After the big man himself, that is.

Flouncing out of her room, Gabrielle stopped in her tracks when she noticed a Roomba with a--"Is that a knife?" She inquired, cocking her head to the side. She watched the thing move past her, a thought about how potentially dangerous that was passing through her mind, but in the end, she did nothing about it. She didn't want to be late for the meeting after all.

When she got to the meeting room she saw Havoc and all the pieces came together. Of course, it's his doing. She thought as she flashed a smile at both the inventor and Behemoth. "Morning, dudes!" She chirped, flopping into a chair and resting a foot on the table. She turned to Havoc. "So what're you calling it? A Killer Cleaner? A stabby-oomba? A Vicious Vacc?"
 
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Kent stared down at the ocean of thoughts at the bottom of the whiskey glass. Somewhere in that eternal abyss there had to be a sign of redemption for those years he was nothing more than a hellhound being to told who to hunt down in the name of a greater justice. Yeah, that justice bloodied his hands just to make those holding his leash richer and more powerful. How many innocent men and women died by his hand? At night he could vaguely see their faces but he always lost count. He finished his whiskey and placed the glass on the table next to him. It didn't get easier to remind himself that he wasn't that monster anymore but each glass of whiskey certainly helped.

He sighed deeply remembering the meeting the Crusaders had to attend. Kent had some respect for Behemoth but the other members seemed more a liability than a help. During his time in Africa he honed his skills to take on a true terror, Ultimatum. He knew he was lucky to still be alive after double crossing the 'Almighty Leader' but the risk was well worth the reward. Could his 'associates' be willing to risk everything for the better good or would the grim reality eventually crush them? As he was making his way to the meeting, he came across a roomba with several knifes attached to it. Kent shook his, was this group really ready for what lurked in the darkness?

"Secret Soldier, reporting." Kent announced his presence as he took his seat at the table. He looked at the others that had already assembled and couldn't help but feel like they were doomed before they even started. But there was a reason Behemoth brought them in so they had to have something to offer. As long as their respective expertise and talents aided in the success of the mission than that was all that mattered in the end. Though Kent rather work alone that way he knew he could get the job done.
 
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The meeting was scheduled for seven AM on the dot, but Kate had already been up for a while. She didn’t sleep well anymore, and hadn’t caught more than a few restless hours for the last several years. It was better that way, the blonde always told herself, a good chance to rationalize shortcomings into productivity. Still in New Jersey and seated at the same flimsy table she had found on the street after first arriving in the city, Kate stared into the white screen of her laptop. The glare was horrible for her eyes, making them ache as she sipped from a chipped mug that sarcastically proclaimed her to be the #1 dad. Answering emails was usually a pain in the butt, but the mundane task was sweetened with secrets. Hoffman Industries was leaking—she would have to let Havoc know.

It was five to seven the next time Kate checked the time. Her coffee was mostly gone, just a cold swill left at the bottom, which she downed before removing herself from the small alcove that she called an office; time to get going. There was something about the Crusader and the all-encompassing blackness of space that had always unsettled her. She appreciated the sentiment and could get behind the need for the ship that housed their rag-tag team, but Kate had never been able to call the place home. Even if her apartment was sort of shitty, she was never at risk of being blown out of a malfunctioning airlock.

One uncomfortable trip through spacetime later, and Kate found herself aboard Doug’s favorite toy. The long halls were quiet, save for the mechanical whir of a near-sentient vacuum. The latest one had knives mounted to the top, and Kate allowed it to pass through her ankles rather than bother to step over the thing as she made her way toward the room she had chosen but seldom stayed the night in. Either way, she had to drop off her bag—what was a hideout if it didn’t include an ample stash of civvies?

Down the hall, the conference room was nearly full and Kate greeted the others with a bit of a wave. She was normally more punctual, arriving after Behemoth and sometimes before Havoc, but those blueprints from Hoffman had been plenty distracting. She took a seat at the steel table, the metal cold beneath her fingers as she took stock of those present. “Hope I didn’t keep anyone waiting,” Kate said, though she didn’t believe that she was late. Only time would tell.
 
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One by one, The Crusaders gathered in the meeting room. Micheal, A.K.A. Havoc, was first to arrive with coffee in hand and a friendly greeting. Behemoth nodded to him and stayed silent. He knew Havoc had done something inane before walking into the meeting, probably released another modified Roomba onto the ship which will be crushed when Doug sees it. Havoc could get under his skin, but enough time had past Doug had built up a tolerance for his nonsense. As long as he remained useful, Behemoth would allow for his spine to stay in one piece.

Next to enter the meeting room was Gabriella, A.K.A. Coyote, a former 'sidekick' of DrastiX. The young girl had much potential and a very useful power that allowed her to created frightening illusions. She says DrascticX was afraid of her abilities, that he only took her in as a ward because he didn't trust her. He didn't know if that was true and honestly didn't care, she was like Havoc to him, another willing tool in his Crusade. He did like her personality, she was no pushover and could think for herself. He nodded to her smile keeping the same stoic face as she sat down at the table. She then confirmed Behemoth assumption when mentioning the modded Roomba. "I'm going to break it." he muttered.

Kent, A.K.A. Secret Soldier, joined them shortly after Gabby. He was similar to be Behemoth, silent and waiting to get to business. He was methodical, what Behemoth expected from a soldier. Kent was still new to the team and was still learning his teammates. Kent understood what Behemoth wanted from him, a soldier who could get things done. He also had some involvement with a certain African Despot who's been a pain in the ass of the Justiciars even before Behemoth put on his tights.

After Kent came Kate, Behemoth chuckled to himself once he thought of the similarities of each other names. She went by Ghost, a founding member of this group like Havoc. She was useful, could get into place the others couldn't. Even after all this time, Kate remains as distant as the first day she stepped foot all the Crusader. She understood this was all business, they were far from a family any sort. She even slept in own apartment, probably to avoid any personal connection.

As soon as the clock hits 7:00 am, Doug snaps his fingers and at the center of the table, a holographic projection appears. It shows a terrorist complex located at the center of a city. "This is the middle eastern city of Udol. 5 months ago it was under the control of Islamic radical, you know, your typical religious extremist asshats. The radicals had terrorized the people of Udol for months now. My plan originally was to go in there last month and start cleaning house, but there has been a change of leadership." Behemoth snapped his fingers again and the hologram went to images of dead jihadist, some pumped full of bullets, others beheaded, and the rest reduced to piles of meat. Standing tall in the image were a group of men in mechanized armor. "Udol was 'liberated' last month, and these radicals were replaced with a new group known as 'Alwasiat Al'abadia' or 'The Eternal Commandment' if you really give a shit. Take a look at their gear, they seem to have gotten their hands on Kauffman Enterprise weaponry. As for their armor, it seems to be heavily influenced by a prototype version of Minute Man's armor, former CEO of Hoffman Industries."

With another snap of his fingers, the hologram moved on to pictures of tanks and attack helicopters. "These seem to also be from Kauffman Enterprises, yet somehow they haven't been able to trace it back to the company. Arlic Kauffman has denied any involvement in this, going so far as citing hacking of their system 16 months ago. All I can say is that Alwasiat Al'abadia weaponry is definitely based off Kauffman tech. I also have a hunch they have more of Hoffman industries technology at there disposal too. Their likely using an isolated version of Hoffman operating systems to run their armors, tanks, helicopter, and computers. Not surprising really, Hoffman's operating system is second best to none."

Behemoth than stood up from his seat and eyed every present Crusader. "Our job will be to destroy and kill every last one of those scum bags, the usual thing. But most importantly, we need to find evidence of their connection to Kauffman Enterprise. If we can prove a connection to them, that will decimate Arlic Kauffman evil empire. You people don't know how long the Kauffman family had been a scourge on this world. Evil literally runs in their blood, going all the way back his kraut grandfather." The Kauffman's have been a thorn in the side of good since the 40's. They started their empire in Geld City and decades later their cancer had spread throughout the entire world. "We wouldn't have this problem if the so-called 'Golden Age' of Heroes actually had the balls to put an end to the bastards." One hero came to mind, American Dream, so one who knew what evil the Kauffman's were and yet let them grow into Megacorporation. So people aren't able to be saved, it was as simple as that. "But we're not a group typical heroes, now are we?" He gave them a smile, nodding to the fact they were an execution squad as Havoc would put it.

"There still much I don't know, most of my info about AA(Alwasiat Al'abadia) comes from low-ranking rats in the organization and brave citizens sick of being controlled. I know AA isn't an Islamic group since they worship something else entirely. They seem to believe in a God that walks amongst them. All I know for sure is that they're crazy and we need to eradicate them before they become a widespread problem."

Behemoth remained stand to wait for his team's question if they had any. He also wanted to wait for the one(s) who didn't come on time. He was probably going to open an airlock on them and watch them drift through space for 30 seconds. Just a warning to let everyone know he wasn't to be played with.
 

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Location:Mexico [Félix mansion]
Home of infamous Cartel leader

"FUCK YOU PUTO!" A woman screams before spitting infront of Jack. "I don't know shit!" She yells only to get lifted into the air by her throat and slamed against the wall by Jack. "Come on Dora, why not make it easy on your self and just spill the burrito beans, your sugar daddy visted a few weeks ago, right?" Jack says holding his phone up with his other hand showing a picture of Kouffmen and her together.
"Fu..." Before the woman could scream again, Jack slams the phone into her face breaking her nose before letting her fall to the ground to catch her breath. "Well, i guess im just going to have to..."
" wait!, ok, ill tell you" the woman says before pulling a small badge from her bra and tossing it on the ground. "Kouffmen paid me to get rid a of body of some super they took down in Puebla, and thats it, that badge was on him" the woman says before cursing as she covered her bloody nose.

Jack knees down and examines the badge "....Right" he says with an unconvinced look on his face. "Im not here for a dead super, so lets try this one more time, either you start telling me what i want to hear or ill pay a little visit to your Familia" Jack says with a sinister smirk as he looked up at a portrait of the woman and her children. "Please! Not my kids! Ill tell you anything" the woman begs. "Just Don't hurt them please!"
"What does Kouffmen need with Mexican cartels anyway?"
"People....he pays double for young adults, but i don't know what he does with them,all i know is he needs a fresh batch every month, but our last exchange was cut short thanks to that hero who had that badge, after i got out of there, he called me up and said the body was dropped off at one my Cartel's hangouts,along with two mill to ...."
The woman stops talking when Jacks phone flashes as he takes a photo of her.
"Well unfortunately, i didn't want to hear that" Jack says with a dissapointed tone as he stands back up. "Relax, im not going to kill children, what do i look like? A monster?" Jack says holding up his hand as claws slowly pop out from the tips of his fingers while his hand grows twice it's size causing the womans face to turn pale.

A few minutes later Jack exits the the mansion and makes his way through the court yard which was littered with corpses. He pulls out the Crusader badge and examines it "so how do i find...wha!"
Jack screams as he falls through a portal that opened below him only to hit the ground a few secondes later. "....well that was easy" Jack says realizing he was now standing in the same room as Behemoth and the crusaders. He clears his throat "Excuse my intrusion, but do any of you have time to talk about our lord an savior?" Jack says using a sarcastic tone "oh!, don't mind my friend here, shes going through a ruff time right now" Jack says holding up the severed head of the woman. "She's the head of the Sina Cartel..... well, was"
 
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Matthew maintained his relaxed posture, being careful not to give away anything that would cause Behemoth to suddenly decide that he was tired of putting up with him. Not like it's my fault that boredom is a dangerous thing. Honestly, I could do a lot worse than a doomba. Unbeknownst to most he was making his first impressions of the team through his precious little bot. Coyote was interesting with her unique attitude. He returned the smile as he saw the gears click in her brain, a spark of amusement flashing in his eyes at her questioning and Behemoth’s grumble. "I'm thinking of calling it Junior. Not really sure yet, though." Behemoth was bound to notice it eventually. Maybe if he knows I have a little device running around he'll be less inclined to destroy the thing when he actually does see it... Never mind.

He was aware of his little bot passing by another teammate in the hall. That guy looked vaguely familiar and it bothered Matt because he couldn't place his face. Honestly, it was a dangerous thing. Havoc was a very private individual, and with all of his mocking and playing, a person who might know of his background prior to him becoming Havoc presented an awkward situation. Let's let that nickname die in a deep dark pit. "...Could name it Bucky. Didn't he have a knife at some point in Captain America: Winter Soldier?" His expression became more thoughtful as he sat back in his chair and neatly folded his arms across his chest, his expression falling into neutral territory. He put on a smile when the blond stepped through the door into the meeting room. "Mornin' Soldier." He greeted him easily enough. This is going to bug me. His little bot fazed through a woman's ankles while he was semi-distracted. After that happened he let the thing switch into its autonomous movement mode, deciding that he'd had enough of that. Probably one of his safer decisions.

“Mornin’.” When Ghost came in, he noticed the darker marks beneath her eyes. She didn’t look like she’d gotten any sleep. Which was semi typical for about half the room, Havoc being no exception. He’d been a bit restless with the idea of bringing the whole team together. He’d been tinkering for the entirety of last night - honestly just a way to keep his hands busy - and was doing a bit of research on the mission they had today. Hoffman Industries was honestly terrible with cyber security, with all the leaks they’ve had over the past few months. Probably needed to be restructured, removing the bad staff that were probably responsible for all the leaks. Of course, it could have been a wickedly good hack job too, but that only leads to the question of why any vaguely capable company would keep important blueprints in a hackable location.

His sharp blue eyes were focused on Behemoth as he began the rundown on their mission. Kauffman was using the blueprints leaked by Hoffman, but it bothered the technopath. He hadn’t been able to find any trace of the company receiving and using the blueprints. They must’ve had one hell of a hacker working on that project. “Behemoth, you feeling ok? You smiled.” He commented at the end, a smile appearing on his own face. “Well, any fucked up religious group is bound to have a webpage geared towards recruitment, right? There’s gotta be some fancy bullshitted mission statement that no one really pays attention to somewhere on..." He trailed off when he heard a faint scream, the humor draining from his face as he pulled off his gloves.

Sure enough, a random guy appeared in the room. A random, monstrous looking guy with a severed head in hand. And his first line was like one of those Jehova's Witnesses going door to door. He wasn't sure if he should laugh at the coincidence or electrocute the bastard. After all, he hadn't heard about anything like this guy being on the roster for the Crusaders. "Hello, my name's Steven, welcome to the Sin Bin. You're a bit late for introductions, but I guess we can make an exception, right guys?" Sparks of electricity danced across his skin, his eyes beginning to glow an unnatural shade of blue. He wasn't sure who the hell this guy was and until someone started explaining he'd be ready to put the guy down.
 
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Late that was the last thing she needed to be. Lightning Aurora however was in fact that. She was late getting ready for the meeting. Vanessa had even set an alarm for herself so she should leave and arrive on time. But no she got caught up in putting back the books she didn't want to have on the ship. finally grabbing everything she needed and making sure her outfit looked alright to meet the others. She sighed and quickly moved out to get on the ship. She was defiantly going to be late. She figured they might even have to start without her.

Lighting Aurora pulled out the badge from her pocket to be given access to board the ship. Once boarding and going threw the necessary protocols to go farther than the entrance of the ship she put the badge back where she felt it belonged. Once more the Crusaders badge rest within her pocket. She was practically running through the halls before slowing down to finally walk in to the meeting. Vanessa paused only a moment to catch her breath and to start towards the door. Once reaching it she gently opened and tried her best to sneak in without interrupting. Her fears of them already starting without her because she was so late were true.

When Lightning Aurora entered she tried to quietly walk towards the empty seat near the door. Listening to the rest of Behemoth's speech and the start of the other's thoughts. Meanwhile awaiting to ask any questions she might have or to accept the punishment for being late. Vanessa wasn't stupid she knew Behemoth must have some repercussion for tartness. She knew they did from her home planet, and even when she started to work at the book store. Just what the extend of that reputation she would just have to wait and find out.

Vanessa couldn't help but jump within her chair arms going up for a moment on the alert and ready to defend. Until things became a bit clear of who the sudden interruption was. She simply blinked at seeing the severed head in their hands. However, she didn't relax especially noticing the shift of one of the teammates seeming to be ready to attack. No she didn't know everyone here just yet but assumed those who came earlier than her must be the team. Now the guy who came even later than her she wasn't sure what to think of him.

"Are who?"
Lightning Aurora couldn't resist but to answer. She hadn't learned much about religion for this planet other than the fact their are many. Some have almost died out while others probably as strong as ever and she certainly never has shared her own beliefs. But the fact someone brought up a Lord and Savior she was rather curious. Who was this Lord? Or Savior they were referring to. It probably didn't matter who she just wished to see if they would answer rather than attack them. But if it was the later she was certainly ready at least for the fight.
 
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“Ew, don’t name it Bucky. Bucky’s a stupid name for a robot. So is Junior, but I like it better than Bucky.” Coyote chattered to Havoc, hoping her naming influence would rub off on him. He certainly was a genius inventor but his creative juices ran dry when it came to naming, in her opinion.


As more members entered the room, providing their various greetings, Coyote answered them with personalized greetings that she’d thought up for each of them. The exception being Havoc, Ghost, and Behemoth of course. She kept their greeting strictly to ‘morning dudes’ due to them being the veteran members. She didn’t see them on the same level and didn’t want to be disrespectful to her seniors. (Even if she had a very appropriate ghostbuster themed greeting for Ghost). When it came to greeting the others, however; Coyote saluted Secret Soldier and shot him a 100-watt smile, then hopped back in her seat.


Behemoth’s intel on the mission was super creepy because when are religious fanatics not creepy? But the intel was also exciting because fucking with religious nutcases was the best. There was so much weirdo bible apocalyptic shit she could fabricate with her illusions! She could taunt them with their gods and plagues of locusts! Even if they weren’t actual Muslims, most religious cult members were haunted by the possibility of the gods they abandoned, seeking retribution. Or better yet they’d read a few holy books and were familiar with the whole bible boogie men. If the nuns who raised her knew what she was thinking, they would have been so disappointed.


“Whoo let’s get going--Ugh!’ She halted her whoop of anticipation as a man-ish dude phased into the room holding a head. “Oh gross dude, it’s dripping.” She groaned as blood and body fluid dribbled onto the floor. “Ever heard of a trash bag? They sell them at the dollar store, they literally cost a dollar.” She snapped. She didn’t recognize the guy but according to Behemoth, no one who didn’t belong on the ship could get on, so she was guessing this guy was new. New and disgusting. But new all the same.
 
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While one of the crusaders introduced himself Jack continues to look at the severed head while he uses the crusaders badge to move its lips up and down not really paying attention to anyone. "why do i have this uncontrollable feeling of Déjà vu" Jack says to his self before looking at the crusaders "oh, right" he says walking over to there round table and taking a seat in an empty chair. He places the womans head down next to his chair and takes a deep breath before leaning back and looking at Havoc who was now glowing. "easy there Dr.Strange, if i was here to steal your magic stones, i wouldn't have given you and Wakanda over here a chance to engage any defenses" Jack says before turning his to look at Aurora "Although, i don't think i have ever had the chance to taste...what ever you are" He says using a sarcastic tone before placing the Crusaders Badge on the table and looking across the table towards Behemoth when asked to explain hisself.

"If it isn't the big black hero with the giant torpedo" Jack says smirking as he held up the Crusaders badge "im here to return one of your medallions, oh!..... and a beer if thats .... not to much to ask for?" Jack says looking around see if anyone would actually offer one. "Hm, lets try this again" Jack says when he noticed the tension was only getting worse. Jack slowly stands back up and clears his throat "My good people of this super duper hero meeting, i assure you, i come in peace" He says giving everyone a piece sign before putting the Crusaders badge back down and looking at Behemoth. "You may not remember me, but your the one who set me free from the lab you destroyed in Arizona a few years ago, which was owned by the the same person who gave your cadet a dirtnap, and since i was actually heading that way, ill take care of him for you"
Jack say picking up his severed head before looking around the room.

"You think you can make one of your magic portals?" Jack says looking at Havoc still thinking he was a warlock.
"Oh! and if you can put me next Mr.Kauffmen , you know, the rich guy? that would be prefect" He says enjoying the thought of popping out of a magical portal and biting Kauffmens head off in one bite.
 
Behemoth eyed Lighting Aurora as she entered the room. His eyes were locked on to her ask he spoke, he wanted her to know he was wasn't happy with her lack of punctuality. If Havoc was somehow the first to arrive, she had no excuse. Then again, Havoc probably thought it probably pissed Behemoth off somehow. She was the alien of the group, an actual extraterrestrial. She was useful, able to cause an array of storms Behemoth didn't know were possible. If her race ever came to Earth for war, they would be a problem and he'd look like an idiot for trusting her. Once he finished his speech, something unexpected happened. Behemoth's belt went off, the tool that was basically the key to the Crusader.

- Unknown DNA signature detected. Rerouting to meeting room. -

Through a portal dropped down a monster holding a severed head in his arm, a dripping severed head at that. Behemoth eyed the intruder, Vannessa wasn't even a factor in his mind at this point. He was trying to figure out why he had access to his ship and wondering if she should kill this man now or later. The others made some comments, but Behemoth wanted one thing, an explanation for this sudden visit. "So explain yourself. If not, I'll kill ya. If I dislike your explanation, I'll kill ya." He said flatly as possible as he cracked his knuckles and neck. "Waiting, not long by the way." The other Crusader's like Havoc and Coyote were ready to go, hounds waiting to bite down on the neck they see.

The stranger sat down in the empty seat and set the leaking head next to him. He then leaned back and started cracking some jokes. Another Havoc? Won't live long if he keeps this up. His Wakanda joke made Behemoth chuckle, the boldness, obviously, a man who had a caviler attitude with life. "Wakanda? Bold." He said as his skin under his costume was covered in his metallic black dermal armor. Him complementing his johnson didn't make the situation any better. It was weird.

The stranger then stood up and took the situation a little more serious. He put the crusader badge on the table and jogged Behemoth's memory of saving him...he thinks. That Arizona lab was one of many labs across the world he tore asunder, and sometimes the people saved are forgotten, it happens in this line of work. He then gave a quick explanation of what happened to one of their members, Arlic Kauffman had them killed. "So that's what happened to RazorHand. Can't say I'm upset, apart of this line of work." he was callous, he was showing how much his soldiers meant to him. RazorHand wasn't with the team for long, but you would expect some form of grief. He died because he wasn't good enough.

"You're saying you're going to go after Arlic Kauffman...by yourself? That's a death wish. He's a public figure, hell, even Zenith would rush to protect the man if he was nearby. Just going after the bastard isn't good enough. I'm working on taking him down now, and any other scumbag he's working with."
Behemoth walked up to the monster and gave him a friendly smile before sucker punching him in the jaw, causing the monster to fall back some. "Tougher than I was expecting. You should be out cold." Behemoth looked to the rest of the crew. "Crusaders? Should we take this piece of shit with us? He seems ready to go and doesn't have a problem killing. If he dies, not like any of us would care." He was ready to keep on going if the monster wanted to. He didn't mind beating the shit out of one prick today, at least this one couldn't electrocute him. "What's your name anyway? Might need it for your headstone."
 
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Was this guy a space cadet or something? Havoc was not amused by the beheader’s zoning out, playing with the lady's head like it was some kind of toy. He'd seen plenty of messed up shit, but this was starting to edge near the top of his list and he was becoming increasingly not okay. Once a person was dead, they were not a damn plaything. Basic respect. Of course, any of his alarm was carefully getting hidden by his typical neutral expression. His sharp gaze tracked the other's movements as he took the empty spot at the table. Matt was starting to get a good picture on why he hadn't heard from good old Scissorhands in a while. Edward had taken to completely ignoring his jokes though, and wasn't even that fantastic in a fight. Go figure, he got himself killed. Probably old news, Havoc hadn't been too focused on internet stalking any of his teammates past initial research and tactical planning. He can crack jokes all he wants, but in the end he doesn't especially care. That part got knocked out of him a long time ago.

Instead on focusing on the who-done it, because dammit he was a bit curious now, he paid attention to what American Horror Story was saying to him. Did he just... Oh hell no he didn't. Infinity War? Really? “Too soon pal. Too soon.” He usually aimed that phrase at Coyote, and it definitely felt weird pulling it on this fucking idiot. He wasn't entirely joking about eating Aurora, either. Cannibalism is bad. Why cannibalism. Why is this guy so weird. Of course he wasn't touching the table either, so he couldn't discretely zap the fool when he started in on Behemoth. He fired up his phone without pulling it out, using his technopathy in order to quickly run a search on this guy. He preferred to be in the know. And what his quick skimming turned up wasn't a pretty picture. His expression didn't change, but goddamn that was a lot of blood. He shot Coyote, Aurora, and Ghost a quick text, dropping links for them to look into if they wanted.

<< This guy's really pushing for a quick death, ain't he? Doesn't even know it, either. He's trying to be funny but it's just stupid. >>

He could just see the wrong buttons being pressed. It was like watching a train wreck. Havoc was just disappointed with this. So Kauffman had Edward killed... And this idiot, Apex, wanted to go on and solo kill him? What could possibly go wrong there...

<< Don't tell me this is how I look whenever I bust on you guys. I always have a plan. >>

Behemoth was up now. Knew I should've grabbed popcorn. The conversation darted back his way. "Let me guess, you wanna just pop in there, rip his head off, add it to your weird collection? I ain't gonna make that happen unless you tell me your exit strategy, how you plan on defaming the prick so you don't end up looking like the villain of all villains, and how you intend on completely wiping out the company. I'm listening." Havoc forced his charge to drop, the sparks retreating from his skin for the moment, though his eyes retained their unnatural glow. Behemoth was about to make a move, and considering that he'd taken the most riling from this guy, he'd probably wanna get his round in on the punching bag.

<< This guy? Zero prep time. See? Doesn't even know what Behemoth's gonna do. >>

Behemoth smiled. This guy was about to have his ass handed to him. And there's the punch. Havoc winced slightly in sympathy for the asshole. He'd taken one or two hits from Behemoth back before they wound up on the same team, and he could be certain that it hurt. "Depends. What level of discretion are you looking for in terms of our mission? This guy is messy, if you couldn't tell already. Messy but effective enough. Looks like people call him Apex, but he's officially been dubbed American Horror Story." He spared a glance around the table, waiting for everyone else's input. And of course, he was waiting for the guy to actually start a fight with Behemoth since he was already on a roll with poor decision making and absolutely no planning.
 
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Lightning Aurora hadn't taken her eyes off the man who entered the meeting room. Aurora didn't notice the head was dripping until someone happened to point this fact out. Her guess the man defiantly came after just killing someone. Probably something to note until their was an explanation. Lightning Aurora didn't engage wanting to hear what reply this man had to say. The guy sat down and began with light conversation. Some was joking then one comment stuck out to her more and she gave a frown. If he hadn't mentioned eating her she might would have laughed at the Wakanda joke that was actually something she could comprehend and find funny.

"Trust me my kind doesn't taste to good." She replied one might think she was speaking out of experience. If she was well that was for her to know and anyone who really wanted to know to try and find out. Cannibalism however was certainly frowned on by her to say the least. Aurora then glanced at Behemoth who took over the questions of what everyone here was probably wondering. Hearing her phone faintly go off she pulled it out quietly from her pocket. Then glanced at Havoc he seemed to be already on finding out who this was to the best the web would provide. Seeing the text and the links she simply shrugged. She didn't always follow most jokes thrown about.

The her eyes went to clicking on a Link and finally back to Behemoth and this intruder. 'The web doesn't paint him as anything good, but then again it didn't me at first.' Was her immediate thought. Soon the conversation was back to discussion among everyone here. Aurora allowed herself to look a bit more relaxed hands no longer fist sitting back in her chair. She had a smirk hearing about the mans death wish.

Aurora heard Havoc's thought. 'Right Apex is what he seems to be known as, well best we think this through.' Aurora contemplated for a moment. "Well for one I wouldn't care to clean up after someone else's screw up, but it might not hurt having one more person going to take Kauffman out." She suggested. "Plus it can't hurt taking someone we wouldn't mind tripping to take the blame for some screw up would it?" She added a bit of humor and a sarcastic tone, yes she was joking. Aurora didn't really plan on leaving the guy who joked about eating her behind. Or was she being serious?
 
Coyote didn’t like judging people right off the bat because, after the manifestation of her powers, people labeled her as a villain, so despite how ‘severed head’ guy rubbed her wrong, she decided to give him a second chance. Sure he was cocky, had shit jokes and said weird lawsuit worthy things to people he’s just met, but maybe he just needed some reconditioning. He was like that girl at the orphanage who bit people and wiped her boogers on the nuns, but after watching and learning from the other girls, she became a relatively decent human being!

Apparently, though, Coyote’s wariness of the new guy was shared by Havoc who quickly sent her a text. A part of her agreed with what the inventor said but another part--the part that remembered the nun’s teachings--pushed forward. Aw, come on! Let’s give him a chance! Behemoth seems relatively okay with him. She typed as she studied their leader’s reaction to the dude.

I am a little worried about him wanting to just chop Kauffman’s head off. Someone needs to teach him a lesson in being discrete--and also to not walk around with severed body parts. OMG! GUYS! We should ‘My Fair Lady’ him! Upon sending that, she looked up with a grin and shot Havoc and Aurora a thumbs up.

Upon Behemoth’s question to the table, Coyote schooled her face into a more neutral look. “I think we should make him our Hulk! Like in Avengers, but we should keep him in reserve, maybe? Cause let’s be honest,” She gestured at the guy from head to toe. “He’s kinda, you know. A wildcard, I’m guessing? And maybe a little,” She paused and made the ‘crazy’ gesture, but trying to make it look discrete, to spare the guy’s feelings.
 
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"Razor hand?"Jack says trying his best hold back his lauph "may he rest in peace" Jack looking down and closing his eyes and crossing his chest before holding out the severed head and crossing it. When Behemoth mentioned Zenith, Jack nods his head to at least look like he cared about any warnings about going after Kouffmen."Wait, Do you think American Dream will be there? Man, what i would do to her and her heavily muscled thighs" Jake says getting lost in his own thoughts but turns to look at Behemoth as he walks up to him. "You ever dance with the devil, in the...." before Jack could finish his sentence, Behemoth throws a random punch that puts Jack on his ass a few feet away "This mean im not getting that beer?" Jack says looking at Behemoth with dissapointed look on his face. "Hit me like that again and it's what ever you want it to be" He says with a slight smirk on his face. While the others spoke, Jack stays quiet and begins to massage his jaw.

~kill them first, eat the pretty one, find a way out... no no, kill two of them, keep one alive, force them to help you escape, then kill them, save the pretty one for a snack ~

As Jack begins to strategize on how he was going to handel the situation, his eyes slowly begin to change color from silver to a dark red color before starting to glow "shit" Jack says under his breath realizing his skin was starting to mutate into a greyish reptile like skin. He quickly pulls out his phone and stares at a photo of a woman and a small girl before he closes his eyes and quietly begins to repeat a small phrase untill his skin returns to normal. When he opes his eyes they begin to change again into a glowing blue before eventually returning to his normal eye color. While Coyote began to speak Jack stands back up and removes a small pouch that looked like frog and puts his phone and his cat mask in it before looking at Behemoth "look, big man, as much as i want to join you on your whole making the world a better place , how about you just let me take care of that problem for you, and then you can tell me were Kauffman is, how about it?, and ill even carve Razorface's name into the bastards skull for you"
 
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Listening to the other's response to his question, Behemoth found they were okay with him coming along. Havoc had done a quick background check and found his alias was Apex, an arrogant name that fit this clown. Lighting Aurora seemed fine with him joining, and with them going directly after Kauffman. It was tempting, so tempting, but Behemoth knew that would only turn out bad. If they were to send a team to execute him, it would be small, and they would need to be stealthy about it. "If I send some of you after Kauffman, you'll need to be fast and hit him a night. Like Havoc said, killing Kauffman outright will only make you look bad. He's been the face of Time magazine 4 times in the last decade." Kauffman was loved by the world, he paid for puff pieces regularly and donated to many charities across the world. "He has done more for his public image than anyone here."

Coyote seemed to not be objecting to Apex joining them as a reserve member, something that would work well enough until he proves to be worth keeping around. "Good idea Coyote, since you propose the idea, I should make you his keeper. It'll be your job to keep him in line when I'm not around. In other words, his babysitter." He wasn't seriously going to make Apex her problem, but if she didn't object, he sure as hell would be.

While they talked, Behemoth notice Apex's eyes turn red briefly and skin taking on the texture of a reptile. The man grabbed his cellphone and focused on it. His eye color reverted back to normal as did his skin. "What the hell was that?" It was odd, was he about to hulk out or something. Apex once again made his offer to get rid of Kauffman for him, and as much as he wanted to say yes, this dufus would screw it up. "You walk into Kauffman enterprises and you'll only put that man on guard. The last person who tried to off him ended up with third-degree burns on 100% of his body. I like your fire, so you play ball with us and you'll get a crack a Kauffman, I promise." He gave Apex a cheeky smile while crossing his arms. "Trust me, I one of the good guys."

Behemoth than turned to the rest of the crew. "15 minutes. Take a shit, get ready, and meet me at the wormhole chamber." Behemoth than started walking towards the door and left the meeting room. He then nonchalantly walk back into the meeting room and back to where he was sitting to grab his cowl. "Can't forget this. I feel naked it without it."

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15 minutes passed and the team gathered at the chamber. The chamber was located at the center of the ship and had many doors leading to it. The chamber was in the shape of a dome with a platform in the middle with a chrome finish. The location in the computer was set for Udol, only needing Behemoth to press a button to ship the team off. "I'll get us as close to the compound as possible, once there, show these religious nuts armageddon. By the way, any civilians we fine must be saved. Dead civilians will only make us look bad, understand?" He looked directly at Apex, the stern face of a Father reminding his child what and what not to do. "These people aren't afraid to employ child soldiers. They are off limits, you people understand? Non-lethal neutralization of hostile minors. Failure to do that and I'll kill you myself."

He pressed a button on his belt and the platform lit up with a white light. Space-time bent around them as they were in the center of the forming wormhole. Seconds later they vanished and were sent through space-time. The trip was quick, no longer than the blink of an eye, but the side effects made anyone who wasn't use to this form of travel a little sick. Mostly vertigo, but some would lose their breakfast in they weren't prepared.

The Crusader's arrive at the Alwasiat Al'abadia compound located at the center of Udol. As Behemoth described, overhead and parked in the field were attack helicopter arms with machines guns. Also parked in the field were tanks, some circling the compound. There were many terrorist stations outside the building, some on guard towers and other patrolling the area. Most were in normal gear, armed with military grade weapons, but some were dressed in power armor and carrying energy weapons.

The building that was in the center of the compound was two stories tall. It didn't look like much, but compounds usually had much more going on below. If Behemoth's assumption were correct, they probably had an entire underground facility holding more weaponry, men, and other horrors. He didn't tell his team, but there have been reports of AA members going from door to door and taking children to the compound to never be seen again. Word is if they step out of line they were punished severely. They're made to work, doing jobs like cleaning and serving food when not training for battle. They were made to fight amongst each other, even going as far as killing the weaker ones amongst them.

On top of that, the women in the compound weren't treated well. As expect and surprising to only the naive, they were used as sex slaves. Those not complying were punished, some beaten to death and other viciously assaulted in other ways. The age range of their victim was equalling appalling, some not even old enough to enter high school. Behemoth left this unsaid for one reason, he needed the team to actually see the evil there were purging from the world. For them to be incensed by the injustices committed in this compound.

Behemoth was the first leap into action, jumping towards the field that held the tanks and helicopters. With a smile on his face, he armored up with the black organic metal that covered his body and began recking every vehicle he saw before they could be put to use. Terrorist began shooting at him as he did this, their bullets doing nothing to the man as they bounced off him with a ping as metal hit metal. "Once I'm finished here, I'm going slaughter all of you like pigs." He was flipping tanks and bending the cannons making it impossible for them to fire. He ripped the blades off the helicopters and threw them at guard towers knocking them down and at AA soldiers cutting them in half. He was just beginning his rampage, once inside the real mayhem would begin.
 
I sincerely hope she's joking. All this cannibalism talk was actually starting to bother Matthew. He was down for a joke more often than not but this wasn't funny at all. The technological wizard paid attention, aware of how the situation seemed to be gaining intensity rather than tapering back down. This guy didn't sound interested in joining their moderately murdery masked adventures, and appeared to be looking for ways out of here. At this rate he was willing to guess that something was about to snap with Horror Story, but instead of starting some kind of transformation like it looked like he was going to do in the aftermath of Behemoth's strike, he seemed to regain control through diverted focus on his cellular device. With the device within sight, there wasn't anything to stop the technopath from super-snooping while he could. Target acquired. He didn't waste any time looking through what he was getting from the phone, as he'd have a backup of whatever he found linked to his own devices. He did take slight pause with the image currently on the screen. Dead person motive? Or something else. Feels like something else, this whole situation was a bit too absurd for the dead person motive.

<< Hate to burst your bubble Yote, but unless he really wants to change, he ain't gonna. Has to be his own move. >>

Something else was starting to get under Havoc's skin. The way Behemoth was handling this felt wrong. Apex didn't have a way out of here, and boss-man was talking like the guy didn't have a choice in whether or not he'd be joining them. Havoc was a very strong proponent for freedom of will and choice, if no one had bothered to notice. He does what he wants as long as it doesn't cause harm, and found it hypocritical not to let anyone else have the same abilities. Of course, that might be the years of adversity to attempted brainwashing and weaponizing talking, but he was pretty sure his head was on almost straight. He shot off a quick text to all of the Crusaders in the meeting room.

<< If any of you think we can just forcibly recruit someone into our jolly death squad, I'm going to have to give you the lecture of century and absolutely will zap the shit out of anyone who tries to tune me out. Got it? Good. >>

Havoc finished off his coffee and stood up from his chair. He figured he'd might as well clear up some facts, make some buffer space between Behemoth and Apex so that whoever swung next would hit him and get zapped instead of getting into a real fight. He was more level headed than Behemoth at least, probably wouldn't start a fight due to ego alone. As for Apex, he seemed pretty on top of his not-killing mode. He also seemed to have a brain after all, so maybe there was some hope for him. "We might get some intel that could deal some serious damage to Kauffman's name on this mission. Do you wanna be my plus one, maybe tear some of his pawns a new one? If we find what we need, then maybe we can get started on a more solid plan that won't get you killed when you tear off the big asshole's head. Of course, if you don't want in, I could drop you off someplace off the radar." He kept a level gaze on Apex as he actually offered him an out, or a temporary option to deal with Kauffman. There was a small glare sent Behemoth's way.

He watched as Behemoth made his exit, forgetting his cowl on the table. When he marched back in, he was greeted by a slow clap and a purely sarcastic quip. "Bravo Behemoth. Perfect wrap-up to meeting number one." When he left again, Havoc looked over everyone carefully. "Start thinking strategy, we all know boss-man's gonna charge in head first and take out all the toys, and leave us scrambling to catch up. I'll play ranged, eliminate all the annoying people and keep communications and tech disabled for these pricks. Figure out your plays and get ready to think on your feet." He flicked his attention back to Apex. "Let me know what your move is in about thirteen minutes. Past that, and I'll be off boosting my kill count without you, and you'll be watching the ship while we're out having all the fun." He flashed his own crooked grin as he turned to the door and headed out to his room. He was quick to put his hair up in a tight bun before taking off his jacket, ditching his shoes, changing into the usual comfy pants he wore under his gear, and finally donning his armor. He slung his sniper rifle across his back and holstered his pistols. Making sure he hid his knife in his boot, he took a brief moment to be critical of Behemoth's A+ planning session. "Off to a great fucking start, aren't we..." He muttered softly.

Fortunately at least one person was predictable as all hell. Behemoth would charge head first into the thick of things, fuck the small stuff. Havoc would pick off anyone that started to pose an issue, probably throw out some communications interference in order to best control the battlefield. Overclock anything with an operating system, keep it nonfunctional until he needed to abuse whatever assets it provided. Simple would be best on that front. He suspected that Aurora would bounce back and forth between ranged and up close and personal. Ghost was going to do her thing, Missappear and all the fun stuff that went with that. She'd be fine. Coyote was going to be scary, as per usual. Past that he wasn’t too sure, but she had a brain on her so he wasn't too worried.

And then there was Apex. Havoc swung by the meeting room to pick up the guy on his way to the super duper space-time shooter. "You figure out your game plan?" He asked, arms folding across his chest as he leaned in the doorway. "One minute to make up your mind." If he wanted out, Havoc would drop him at a random daycare that he was familiar with. It was meant to take care of gifted kids, and an old friend of his ran it. He wouldn't have to worry about Apex there. If he went with, Havoc would lead the way to where the rest of the team would be gathering.

"Time to get the party started?" He asked everyone gathered up there. A note of humor was in his voice, making up for the fact that he had his grin hidden by his mask. Soon enough everything warped around them. He threw up a disabling field, taking down enemy communications, and Behemoth was off wrecking shit. "Called it. Alright, I'll find a nice little murder hole, take out the ones that get in behind you guys, pick off any runners. Good luck, try not to die." And with that he used his badge to warp onto a nearby rooftop. Setting up took seconds, and then he was honed in.

One coming in behind Behemoth. Bang, dead.

One aiming at the group from the tower. Bang, dead.

Someone running back inside to alert the rest of the downed communications. Bang, dead.

Calm precision, lethal accuracy through a cold and calculated stare, this was just a small part of why Havoc was dangerous. He had a strain of that cold blooded killer drilled into him, and he'd take down anyone that worked in wicked ways. Behemoth used to face off with him over his methods, until he finally had some sense driven through him a year ago. It wasn't good, really. It felt like he was on a war path now, only going to get himself killed. Maybe Havoc could try and keep him around long enough for that blood-lust to be sated.

Sniper looking right at him, bang, dead.

Havoc used his badge to warp to another rooftop, reloaded, and started to pick off armed members leaving the base looking for a fight. He noticed a couple differences through his scope as more people came out to the fight. He was careful about hitting nonlethal spots that would be easy to fix up on anyone who seemed to be a little too small compared to the rest. He bit the inside of his cheek, the taste of iron doing well to keep his focus trained. Kids. Great.
 
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"That? O you don't need to worry about that ....yet"
Jack says looking around the meeting room while he scratches his side and listens to Behemoth and Havoc's offer "That's the problem with you hero's, always trying to play the good guys" he says taking a seat on the meeting table and holding the severed head infront of him "but fuck it, sign me up, im starting to get hungry anyway, what ever gets me closer to crunching on the bastards skull" Jack sits quietly as the crusaders begin to leave one by one as they return to there rooms to prepare. "ill keep that in mind" Jack says to Havoc as he follows behind Behemoth. "Taste you later partner" Jack says winking at Coyote as she exits the room trying his best to sound sarcastic but ended up sounding more serious. When the room was empty Jack picks up the crusaders badge on the table and examines it again. "won..." Jack falls through a portal that opens beneath him only to fall out of another portal that appeared secondes later causing him to land face first into the edge of the table. "Ah, fuck" he says dropping the severed head and holding his nose as he cursed. "so that's how it works" Jack says looking at the badge with a smirk.

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When Havoc returned to the meeting room, Jack was standing in the center of the meeting room table butt naked wearing his cat mask in the middle of chugging down a chinese brand beer with the severed head no where to be found. He chokes on his beer when he hears Havoc and covers his junk with his hand while hiding the beer behind his back "uh ya, im ready" Jack says quickly trying to put his pants back on to follow Havoc to the other Crusaders. He leaves his boots and his pouch since he dident want to lose them when he turned. When they enter the dome Behemoth gives them a short Briefing "unless we dispose of the eviden..... fine" Jack says when he notices Behemoth's stern look "come on B man, do we look like kid killers.... well she kinda does" he says pointing at Aurora. "So what are we..." Jacks questions gets cut off when Behemoth presses a button on his utility belt. When they arrive at the compound Jack feels his body before looking at the others "did anyone else just get a hard on?....strawberries? why do i taste strawberries?" Jack says with a confused tone as he follows behind Behemoth but stops to look back at Coyote " oh, im gonna find my own way if you don't mind" Jack says while he pulls down his pants just as his body begins to dissapear.

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A few minutes later the Guards who had gathered out side began to space out when one man randomly loses an arm follwed by another mans body being lifted into the air and losing a leg. Those who were close enouph could see the mans leg being crunched up by what looked like an invisible monster with blood drizzling out of its mouth , the terrorist begin to unload there weapons causing Apex to lose his camouflage but freeze in terror when they finaly see the giant beast standing between then. "hold on for seconde" Apex says holding out his hand while he drops the one legged guard on the grown befor plucking a piece of bone from his mouth
"Alright, im ready" Apex says before charging into the crowd of Terrorist and ripping any one apart while he made his way towars the two story building. He stops and comes to a slow walk when he notices a boy who was standing in a fire line that was trained on him, when he got to close they turn to run but Apex thrusts one of his claws into one of the older ones while catching the boy with his tail.
Using his tail, he picks up the young boy by his legs and dangles him next to his head while he walks up the to the injured Terrorist who was trying to crawl away. "Open your eyes boy" Apex says making sure the boy could see the man desperately trying to get awaydo you see that guy?, Im going to eat him, and then im going into that building to eat anything i get my hands on, i suggest you you tell all the other good little boys and girls not to be there when i do" Apex says before putting the kid down and letting him run away before savagely feasting on the man .​
 
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I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut. It’s literally gonna get me killed one day. She admonished herself when Behemoth suggested she be the Inigo to crazy dude’s Fezzik. He had to be joking though. But Behemoth didn’t joke, he was like the Great Prince in Bambi, pre-child care arc. Tall, majestic, frustratingly serious. But he definitely had to be joking! She couldn’t watch this guy! Not on her own at least…Wait! He had said when he wasn’t around! And he was almost always around, so it would be fine! Yup, fine. It would be like taking care of a---What the fuck? Coyote stared mesmerized as the guy--Apex began hulking out, well kind of. Staring at something on his phone seemed to calm him down and Coyote glanced at Havoc for answers. He was their resident tech know it all. She wasn’t usually nosy, but she had to know what the fuck just happened. If there was some secret to keeping Apex under wraps, she had to know about it if Behemoth was serious about her managing him.

Behemoth gave them a last-minute additional briefing and they were off! Since the fearless leader was around, Coyote figured she didn’t have to keep tags on Apex and she could do her own thing. The child soldiers and civilians were going to be her main goal but on the way to saving them, she got to fuck people up. She didn’t tell people this, but she always got excited to try out new traumas on people.

She made herself appear as nothingness as a flood of gun-toting men and children erupted from one of the compound buildings. Coyote’s gaze slid over them as she jumped from consciousness to consciousness. She left a little residue in each mind she touched--purposely avoiding the children--her residue was like a bomb and she was holding the big red button. Suddenly more than a handful of cult soldiers faltered in their charge. Some began to whimper, some dropped to their knees screaming. Most of them began to swat tiny imaginary assailants from their arms. When the disturbances couldn’t be dislodged, some of the men began scratching at their own skin, tearing away thin ribbons of flesh. The child soldiers in the group began to retreat, eyes wide with fear and confusion.

Blood coated the hands of the men, and they began to shriek in agony and terror as they tried desperately to scratch away the threats but to no avail. To an outsider looking in, all they saw was a group of men attacking themselves. But to the men, it looked and felt like tiny beetles with razor-sharp pincers were crawling all over them and burrowing under their skin. But that wasn’t enough. These guys forced little kids to die for them. They enslaved people. They deserved worse, much worse.

Blood soaked and staggering men began clawing at their eyes. Sclera popped like grapes, and blood streamed from eye sockets. Apparently, the beetles had developed a taste for their irises. The screaming of them men built into a cacophony of agonized wails, that soon taper off as some bled out and some curled in on themselves. “My work here is done-zo!” Coyote chirped, as she ran off to liberate some more children.
 
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