Time for the new generation of heroes to shine (rp thread)

[Cyberelite2k]

Chary aka The Synth Heart

As soon as she heard the loud bang the robot had rushed over. Luckily her rebreather like mask formed over her mouth in time. As her now hook like hands tore into the brick to get her to a high vantage point she looked around. People running, scared, villain and his minions laughing. She was scared but she knew what she had to do. People where in danger afterall. As she reached the top she accessed the nearby cameras to see the target. He had some sort of explosive ability seeing as he explodes a car.

"ok ok ok, you can do this Chary, Be like mom, be like mom" she muttered as she opened her chest cavity to pull the laptop out of it. It was a gift from Eve. Helps with her hacking, especially with some of these self driving cars. All she had to do was move some to block him off from the civilians. Keep those potential friends safe. She let herself enter the systems of various bits of nearby technology and created barriers around the villain to keep him in one place. "luckily no one....oh dear"

Seems like some of the goons noticed her climbing up. She slowly but sneakily let her foot melt away from the skeleton and let ot pool underneath her. When the goons reached her she put her hands up quickly looking at the now concrete looking pool. "ok ok I'm um, p.putting my hands up, no need for the shock" she nervously said as she diverted power to her foot.

She then quickly stomped and sent a electric shock through the ground knocking the men standing in the pool out. Sadly this would cause problems. Her hacks on the cars had been stopped from the shock destroying the laptop. "crud... I've got to get down there" she said nervously before starting to rush closer to the attack, the energy drain reduced her range afterall.

She honestly hopes there's others on their way.​

 

[DesReploid]

Nicholas Nash, the Reader

Today was supposed to have been a quiet and peaceful day. Nicholas had gotten a day off from work and was so far idly wandering the streets looking for something to do, he wasn't expecting to find anything particularly interesting to do. Really, he just wanted to go for a walk for a change, something he does very little due to all the effort it takes for him to even step outside the house.

He had a parasol laying on his shoulder to keep the sun away, something that alone would make most people weirdly glance at him. It didn't help that, despite the relatively good weather he was also wearing a long sleeved shirt and long pants. Most others would assume he would be sweating like there was no tomorrow, but basically every piece of cloth on his body was specially designed super thin UV protective clothing. The occasional odd look he got didn't even properly register to Nick, he'd gotten used to that years ago.

He had just picked out a nice little café and placed his order when he heard some loud noises coming from somewhere he couldn't see further down the road. He flinched at the noise, assuming there had been some sort of car accident, maybe an idiotic teen trying to prove they had guts by street racing? But Nick quickly had to throw that assumption to the wind when the noise didn't stop and people running away from whatever was making it came into his view. It must be something more serious, something that may require his particular brand of help.

So, he quickly made his way to the next best alley. People were running about, others were confused why people were running, nobody was paying attention to Nicholas crouching behind a car in a side alley. He reached into a bag he always carried on him. It contained mostly, to him, useful everyday things. Phone, keys, spare medication just in case, more sunscreen. But also a small white, almost porcelain looking mask. Nick glanced around him again to make sure nobody was looking, then he put on the mask and not a second later a set of long blue raiments were billowing around his body.

A quick spell incantation later and Nick found himself flying above the roofs of the city, moving towards the explosions and screaming as fast as he could. Once there he found he was right in his assumption his brand of help was needed. An enormous guy in what looked like a heat proof suit with a gas mask that looked as though it had been taken straight from a World War 1 museum and he was carrying some sort of big grenade launcher as well. Around him were many others, not quite as physically imposing, but also equipped with similarly old looking Gas Masks. Aside from that Nick could also spot what looked to be a young girl with long red-ornage-ish hair who, to his surprise, appeared to be advancing toward the big guy. She either had a death wish or she was similarly skilled as he was.

To his dismay three of the goons had spotted him hovering in the air and had opened fire with some small hand pistols. Luckily for Nick, the first shot missed and after that he quickly conjured up a small arcane barrier between him and the firing minions, who were more than happy to waste their bullets trying to fire through the barrier. All the while Nick took a few seconds to conjure up another arcane creation, for each of the three he created a set of ankle shackles and once this was finished he yanked the group of three upward by the shackles so they were dangling upside down in front of him in the air.

"Morning fellas. Kindly drop the guns, or I drop you." The three quickly complied with Nick's request and discarded their weapons, "Good boys." With that Nick had them drop onto a nearby roof, a fall enough to hurt, but probably not enough to injure any of them seriously injure any of them.

From there Nicholas flew over to the charging girl, in the process casting a spell to blast a goon who was trying to tail her.

"You need any more help here? What can I do for you?"

 

[adabotcon]

Marcel Keaty | The Whispering Synapse​

Marcel had been awake since early in the morning studying, having gone to a tea house on the opposite side of town to his mentor's home. He'd needed a break from both him and his sister. Not that the law student didn't love his sister. He did. But she tended to see their relationship as a rivalry, ever since he'd been brought into the house as the newly adopted orphan. He didn't mind, but it got tiring, especially when all he really cared about at the moment was passing his tests.

His eyes closed in annoyance when he heard a loud boom followed by screaming. When he reopened them, they had a determined gleam. He stood up and made his way outside. He moved carefully through the crowds towards the area that people were running from. He glanced at the buildings he passed and chose one of the taller ones in the area. Marcel slipped into an alleyway and pulled out the wine red-colored hoody he'd been carrying around. He carefully took off his suit jacket and placed it in his bag. He flipped the hood up and took out the dark visor that covered his eyes.

He'd never meant to become something similar to a vigilante, but when he'd witnessed a crime a few months ago, he'd had to do something. The memory of his father's death had spurred him to take on the mantel. So Marcel had bought an inconspicuous hoody and visor. Both things that he'd never be caught dead in with his personal life. Well, except the color. He quite liked the color.

The Whispering Synapse opened the backdoor of the building and made his way up to the roof. When he came out, he had an excellent view of the area.

His eyes looked around, and he took a deep breath to fortify himself. He could feel the surging emotions of panic from the public. It was causing far more problems than it was helping. But it was an emotion that was difficult to change... so instead.

Synapse reached out with his mind and grabbed hold of the mob mentality he sensed. He redirected the panic so that people could see the areas they could escape. Slowly the crowds below began to organize in their panicking. People began to run through the gaps in the minions easier.

Nodding his head, he reached out further with his mind, a frown appeared on his lips when he sensed a mob of rage. Synapse pushed his thoughts onto the two other people helping.

A sentence appeared in both the Reader's and The Synth Heart's heads. "Please, be aware that backup is coming in from the east." He began his own redirection of the public to avoid that area. "I will redirect the public," he continued to project. "But they are panicking and I don't believe all of them will move."

 

[Cyberelite2k]

Yara Ammit aka Consuming Shadow

The explosions had caused the group of kids to panic, their carer was busy shopping. This panic increased when one of the gas masked men turned the corner holding a pistol. Specifically aimed towards them. However as soon as they started running a silver object flew by them towards the man. They heard a thunk before a large black clad figure blocked their view. The hockey mask would be scarier...if it wasn't their big sis under it.

"ok guys run through the alleyway there, get to the shelter, I'll be back with ice cream ok" Yara stated lifting the mask flashing a kind smile. Luckily the kids listened and ran off. Luckily cause well, she didn't want them to see the parted head of the thug. The axe throw worked. Pathetic bastards going for kids. She started charging towards the explosion's site yanking her axe out at the same time. Time to make it safer.

As she turned the corner she used her axe to launch her into a thug who after the struggle she stabbed the bladed bottom into the chest of. She continued to tear through some of the thugs with ruthless efficiency. However her shadow was lagging behind somewhat. It seemed to be searching for something. Meat. Which it found running into an alleyway from the now blood soaked woman. Screams where heard followed by it catching up to Yara. The lady was currently rounding another corner.

"there's the big guy...seems they're getting involved in the fight too" She muttered seeing a pair of people running towards the boss. Must be ready to combat him. Her shadow found a third using its... disturbing attraction to meat. She might aswell help them. She rushed to them, her shadow cleaned most of the blood off except her boots and axe. Hopefully they don't misunderstand her. "Hey, you two need help, seems like you're here to help afterall" she said trying to sound nice. Her axe was dragging behind her as she ran creating sparks.​

 

[CassieGirl]

Cassandra Sterling aka Catasthrophe

Cassandra had just walked out of her favorite coffee shop when the explosions started. She stopped for a second to look down the street where she could see smoke raising, screams and running people soon following after. She stood there contemplating if she should help or continue in the oppisite direction. Naturally, Cass knew she should go an help but she had also been up all night grading her psych classes papers and all she wanted was to drink her coffee in peace. Though in the midst of her thought it seemed her decision was made for her when someone slammed in to her causing her to drop her coffee. "Fucks sake" She grumble before turning and walking towards where all the commotion was coming from.

"They think this is a mess...I'll show them a real Castastrophe."
A cruel smirk crossed Cass's face as she pulled her hood up reading herself for the mess that was to come. Her amber eyes giving off an erie glow as the wind started to pick up around her. The sky started to turn as the storm clouds started to roll in from her direction. Thunder boomed as lighing started to flash above the area, rain hitting the ground. Cassandra was now sprinting down the road, the wind behind her pushing her towards her destination...towards her prey. Her golden eyes darted around taking in her surrounding, there were bodies all over looking like they had been sliced almost in half. Buildings that had been set a blaze from explostions were now smoking as her rain took care of the flames.

A small growl left Cassandra as she continued to search for the cause of this mess. "There you are" She stated to herself as she took in the site of the villian being charged at by three others. not being one to like being showed up Cass picked up her speed. She ran at the car between her and the Villain and used it as the extra leverage needed. She ran up the front hood and jumpped into the air as the wind wrapped around her and launched her forward. "Heads up Porker!!" She yelled as her fist collided with the side of his face. A crackle of lighting striked Cassnadra as soon as she hit the man. She channeled it through herself using her mechanical arm as a conduit that allowed her to lace her punch with an electrical discharge.

Cassandra smirked as she watched as the villian was sent flying through the shops front window that he had been standing by before her attack. knowing it would take the man a minute before he got back up if he even got up she turned to the three that had been charging at him. Knowing they were probably stunned by where she came from. She stood there amber eyes still glowing as the thunder boomed above her. Cass gripped the front of her hood as if tipping a hat and smiled her usual twisted grin berfore speaking. "I'd say sorry for the interception...But i'm not sorry" ​

 

[Cyberelite2k]

Chary aka The Synth Heart

The bot almost jumped out of her body at the new guy. He honestly looked kinda cool and her scans showed odd energy from him. His question was important though. Did she need help. Yes for sure, she couldn't take on the big guy easily without going more lethal than wanted. Her anti killing nature did stop her from ending this quickly. "Yes please mr, can you.." she started hopefully before hearing the other voice in her head.

Honestly it terrified her at first, the voice was a surprise. It however seemed friendly and was helping the civilians and guided them away. Thank god. She was happy they where safe. She nearly jumped a third time at the large woman running by her. She was quite scary looking, she had blood on her boots and axe. However she was offering help. They definitely needed it "yeah sure, can you two try to lure him over to the lightposts there, I can shock him if you do"

She stopped however when she heard the crackling and the bam as a new girl punched the big guy. She looked so cool and that was AWESOME. That was amazing. "THAT WAS COOL, YOU MUST BE STRONG" she yelled happily. However the guy's mooks arrived. A horde. must be part of an organisation. Her hands formed into dull hooks.

She started to trip up the mooks as she ran towards a generator nearby while making various cars and nearby drones to bash into them. She intended to charge up in order to send her backups to take him down. it'd be quick, possibly even more so than the heavy hitter. Especially with Eve in control.​

 

[Cyberelite2k]

Yara Ammit aka Consuming Shadow

The Slasher was surprised by the impact but still remained focused. This allowed her to react almost immediately to the mook swarm. She charged in with ruthless brutality and speed using her red hot axe to tear apart the minions. She even stomped on one to send their brain matter flying. She was used to fights and frankly was best in them. "I got this side, we can take them" she yelled before decapitating a mook and turned her head when she heard moving rubble.

The Big Guy had rose out of the rubble seemingly snapping his neck and arm back into place with a quick movement. This was bad. And that feeling for worse when he started firing his grenade launcher with reckless abandon. It caused serious damage to the surrounding buildings and make some start to collapse. She quickly decided to throw her axe at the launcher. it got lodged in the chamber holding the grenades and caused it to explode. The axe landed at her feet which she snatched. She briefly saw his hand start to slowly regrow before having to rush to a nearby building.

It started to collapse causing the lady to jam the axe into a gap. it held that spot a bit but she had to use her own hands to keep the rest lifted up. It hurt but she managed to keep the insane weight up. She couldn't move however. Wait. Shit people where inside. "people are here, one of you get them out, hurry!" she yelled as her shadow tore into some mooks ​

 

[EldridSmith]

It was a normal day in his semester off of school thanks to graduating early, his mother was off at work while he was to get groceries since he used up what was left in the fridge to fix the food for the day for the family. He entered the same old dinky superstore he always did as he made his way down the aisles. As he grabbed his sister's favorite cereal he heard loud sounds outside but paid them no heed... however soon he heard earth moving and he looked up to see the roof began to crack.

Everyone in the store screamed and began to panic as they scrambled for the door, Kaleb got trampled in the ensuing events and he raised his arm to try and protect himself from the piece of stone that was plummeting towards him. He closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable... but it never came. He looked up to see a translucent white barrier between himself and the debris.

He was stunned, he didn't know what to do, if this was a heroes power or his own. He moved his hand to the left slightly, the barrier cracked as it tried to shift. It was his own... but now he could feel it would break soon. Everyone appeared to have gotten outside while he sat there stunned, but now he was pinned between his barrier and the floor. He didn't know what to do or how the thing coming from his hand even worked.... his brain moved too fast yet too slow and he was left their overwhelmed...

 

[saint.]

i used to think i was an atheist

The streets were bustling, cars and citizens alike going throughout their day in a pattern like clockwork. Lilith opened the door to a local coffee shop, the bell softly jingling with the motion of the door. A person behind the counter offered an equally soft greeting, eyes only flicking up for a moment to acknowledge that Lilith existed before continuing their work. The hum of the machines whirred, filling the store with the scent of espresso. She sauntered to the counter, leisurely looking over her options. It was a formality, really, to look at the menu. She already knew what she wanted. "A hot mocha with two cookies from the bakery... Any one, so you take your pick," She informed casually before swiping her card and moving on. Thankfully, the cashier never attempted to fill the brisque interaction with small-talk, and they moved on rather quickly. "Lilith for the name."

She moved down the counter to the pickup side and waited intently, aimlessly scrolling through her phone. Nothing interesting, only watching the daily lives of some of her friends on their stories. She perked up however, when the ground rumbled beneath her feet. She looked to the cashier, who had just started to slide the to-go cup across the counter. They had frozen in place, a bewildered look on their features. "...Was that you?" She asked, eyeing the cup. The person hesitated before sliding it the rest of the way across and straightening themselves. "No, it wasn't."

As if on queue, another thundering rumble shook the ground. An earthquake? With two tremors like that? The chatter outside grew to an uncomfortable volume, shouts and cries replacing the ambient noise. She took one look over her shoulder... Then shrugged, and grabbed her drink. Another thunderous blast sounded, which seemed to be growing closer and closer. Dust was shook from the ceiling like snow from the power of it, then one last hit caused everyone in the store to duck for cover. She remained upright, and took a sip of her coffee. Her nose scrunched up briefly before her attention returned to the cashier, who was now ducking behind the counter, arms over their head. She leaned over, staring down at them.

"The cookies?"

She wasn't interested in dealing with it, so once she got her cookies, she strolled out of the shop with a small smile. She had initially expected the cookies to be broken, from all that shaking as the unsteady hand of the cashier gave it to her, but they remained intact. Once she stepped outside, she saw it. The fight was interesting from a distance, floating men and courageous women. The fleeing citizens brushed past her, bumping into her with blows that felt as though they'd knock a mere mortal down.

Well, they seemed to be having a bit of trouble. She shuffled around, tucking the bag of cookies in the crook of her arm as she dug in her pockets. She pulled out a knife, carving a single cut on the back of her hand. She tilted it, letting the droplets of blood splatter onto the pavement. As soon as they did, smoke seeped through the cracks of the sidewalk, billowing up into the loose shape of a dog before they formed. She paused to take a cookie out, and knelt on the ground, taking the lid off of the coffee so that she could dip it in the liquid. Another boom and debris was flying. She took a bite of the cookie, snapped the lid back on, and stood up. She looked to the hounds, which gazed right back.

"Oh, right. Go."

They took off in the direction of the villain, tearing into anything that they saw as a threat to get to him. The goons were like tissue paper for their pearly white teeth.

Lilith, however, began the journey home. It would've been trouble if she had lived in the area, seeing as about 80 percent of it was going to get destroyed rather soon. She slowed to a stop as the scent of a sudden magical surge brushed past her. It was crude, no doubt, but still there. She had expected the others to smell like magic, but this one... This one seemed unbridled and faint at the same time. She bit her lip before turning on her heels and placing her food on a nearby bench. Then, she followed the scent, curious as to where it could be coming from. It only took her a short while to reach it, and she spotted a lady prying the debris apart as if her life depended on it. She didn't seem to be radiating magic either, though... She paused, taking one look to the inside before she spotted it.

A glowing white light emanated, and she took this as her opportunity to slip between the cracks. The woman seemed to shout something about helping those get out, but there was only one left in the shop. Suddenly, the magic trace weakened once more, and she could see the visible crack in his barrier. But...

He wasn't moving? Why the hell wasn't he moving?! He was keeping the slab of debris in place, but he couldn't move while doing it? Were magicians always this incapable? She had only intended to watch at first, but now it was different. She sprinted forward, hooking an arm around his waist as she slid underneath and dragged him out from under it. For a split second, she felt pretty lucky, but the barrier had finally broken, leaving the stone to plummet to the ground. It came down in pieces after it crumbled, a solid chunk hitting her squarely in the spine. She could practically feel her spine snapping underneath its weight, but she shielded his body with hers regardless. She could barely muffle an agonizing scream in her throat, as she had decided he would've been put off by it. Any breath in her lungs was pushed out, a dizzying spell of nausea accompanying it.

She only needed a moment, no longer than 30 seconds for her bones to realign themselves before she could move. It hurt like absolute hell, but she could move. "Are you hurt?" She managed to hiss breathlessly. But, she never waited for the answer before she dragged him from the rubble, pushing him through the gap at the entrance. Before crawling out herself. "Jesus, fuck..."

until i found out i was god

 

[adabotcon]

Marcel Keaty | The Whispering Synapse​

The Whispering Synapse let out a breath of relief when the crowds around him began to thin considerably. It made it harder to use his power, but it also meant fewer civilians were in danger. Instead, he began to concentrate on the people heading toward the disaster. The ones that were more likely to be able to handle themselves.

Or at least he hoped so. His eyebrow twitched behind his visor when he realized that the only people around weren't official or legal. Synapse took a breath and sent his mind out again.

He re-connected to the two previous vigilantes he'd sensed. But there were more now.

He tapped a finger against his arm as he thought. Synapse nodded and contacted the mind that felt like lightning. "I believe this villain will get overwhelmed if we combine stronger attacks," he informed Catastrophe, the Consuming Shadow, and the Reader. "If the three of you could continue to hit him, I believe others in the area can take care of the hordes of criminals he appears to have gathered."

Synapse changed the direction of his thoughts to the others. He read how they thought of themselves (Kaleb, Synth Heart, and Anubis) from surface thoughts and suggested, "We need to block the minions. If you are able to place barriers, block them however you can, in a sixty-foot diameter around the main villain. Use what you can. Those of you unable to place barriers should take down the minions within that sixty-foot circle so the three heavy hitters can focus on the... boss."

 

[Fyrra]

Wakey wakey, little Red. Surprised to see me? Of course you are: we've never met, but I'm SURE you've heard stories.

A teenager lie in an alleyway, unconscious, with a glass bottle in hand. Somehow either nobody had seen him behind the dumpster, or people just walked by. Drool seeped from his lips as he winced, tossed, and turned, grappling with an old, old memory. That voice could only belong to one person, yet while passed out, the person dreaming this voice up couldn't tell it wasn't real. To the teen, the owner of that voice was standing right there, looking down at him. A sudden flash of light even illuminated his face for a moment, with his ominous grin and caked-on makeup.

Would you like to play a game? Of course you would, kids love games. Well today, you are going to be part of the game, the voice teased, reaching for an object that all but gleamed in the dark. Yet, before the figure could get any closer, the thunder of an explosion and the thud of something else jolted the youth awake. In an instant the dark room gave way to a bright alley, and a throbbing headache became even more unbearable with a ringing in the kid's ears.

"UUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH," he groaned out, disgusted at the world for waking him up, and even more at himself for where he was. His eyes met the glass bottle in his hand, and suddenly the memory of what happened all came together: alcohol was not a good source of therapy. And, technically for him merely holding onto the bottle was a crime, so the kid did what anyone of his temperament would have done: he hurled the bottle against a brick wall and shambled to his feet with another zombie-groan. "Ughhhhhhhhhh. This sucks," he uttered to himself as he grasped his forehead.

Soon, he walked out into the open, and at that point the grumbling stopped. It wasn't just the explosions messing with his head: there were gunshots, screaming, crowds of people panicking, and worse yet, the people stirring everyone up wore masks and similar clothes: they must have been somebody's goons. To what end they manufactured their uproar, one could scarcely tell at a glance, but there were a few ways to get answers, if of course this wasn't just some nutjob trying to get their mugshot visible online. For a moment the rough-looking student considered taking a peek, and a moment later he just shrugged and walked back into the alley, wanting nothing to do with this mess.

The gleam of a piece of metal caught his eye: the crowbar.

"We aren't about that life anymore," he told the hunk of metal.

It just sat there, judging him, and next to it lie the body of one of those goons. It was a horrible sight, but that one little detail spoke volumes about many subjects: how wasted the student must have been last night, but also that a violent stranger was on the case. The entire thing could safely be ignored and nobody would be any worse off, but...

"Fine," the kid sighed out loud, again to nobody in particular. He must look strange, having this one-sided conversation with an inanimate object while panic filled the streets. "We'll just see who it is, what they're about." And with that, he dragged the body back into the blind spot, and emerged from the alleyway disguised as one of the henchmen. From there, he made his way toward the scene of the climactic showdown and searched for either a group to blend in with, or a vantage point to observe from.

 

[Cyberelite2k]

Chary aka The Synth Heart

The bot heard the loud bang causing her to use a hacked camera to spin around and spot what happened. The big guy got up and started attacking wildly. Oh crud. She needed to find a way to help defeat that guy. How...hmm..how. She got a sudden idea and quickly ordered a trio of assistant drones to cause a distraction. Hopefully long enough to send her message.

As she slid under a couple of the mooks as she tripped them up she noticed that some of the minions trying to arrive. She had to drop control on some drones and used some cars to block off their entrances. However this did distract her for long enough to be hit by a sledgehammer from one mook. She was knocked backwards a bit before quickly swinging back at him out of instinct... which sent the guy right to the floor. She hated it though but she needs to focus on calling Eve.

Quickly she turned her arm into a spike before stabbing it into the ground sending electricity into her core. Perfect. She quickly put a hand to her ear.

"Eve backup is needed over at my location... please send some help" She said quickly tearing her arm from the ground and used the piece of concrete it tore our to block some shots from nearby mooks. She quickly rushed over to the Big Guy and got ready to charge in not noticing some drone's monitors glow yellow and tail her.​

 

[Cyberelite2k]

Yara Ammit aka The Consuming Shadow

The slasher watched as someone entered the building at the same time some hounds started to attack the mooks. Must be hers. She then saw the girl pull someone from the rubble. Good, her arms where getting tired. She quickly knocked her axe into a nearby minion before dropping the weight of the rubble. Hurt quite a bit..but her shadow was keeping her healing...gross.

She looked at the two newcomers and let out a chuckle. "Hopefully no more collapses, now if you guys can fight we could use some help, if ya hurt..." she paused to grab an attacking mook's arm and throw him towards the rubble. Implement. Ouch. "please retreat" she finished yanking her axe from a mook and running towards another crowd.

Her shadow was doing well but the large lady needed to thin out the heard of minions. However as she took the head off a thug she saw the big guy still going berserk and started to hurl bits of rubble at anyone nearby. Crap.

She quickly began to sprint to stop some rubble from hitting the others managing to knock some away from the smaller ginger girl and from the covered up boy. Though she did take a bit of damage from this. "scatter and swarm him" She yelled hurling her axe at the big guy again.​