<><><> Here Comes the I-Squad! <><><> (Rated T) Begins; LSU's accepted

[Blademaster]

OK, everybody! We're finally ready to get this RPG started!

(applause)

I'd like to first say thank you all for joining. Currently, we have fourteen players ready to get started, and any new candidates are more than welcome to join in. Just fill out the form and we'll add you to the game.

With that having been said, here's a recap of what's happened so far. Get ready...

[b]HERE COMES THE I-SQUAD![b]
An RPG by Blademaster and Houndoom_Lover


It was long ago...

Jump City was a city like no other, larger and more prosperous than anywhere else in the country. Silvery skyscrapers reaching high into the sky, towering over the much smaller houses and apartment complexes like guardians, sturdy and stoic as they stood proudly against the crystal-blue sky behind them. It was quite a majestic sight, one which millions of people called home...

But what really made Jump City stand out were its five defenders - a group that many would call the most unlikely heroes of all...


...Beast Boy, a wisecracking, peabrained youth with a big heart and a passion for video games, capable of changing into any animal he wished...

...Raven, a shy and snidely sarcastic young woman with a penchant for peril - and psychokinetic powers like none other...

...Cyborg, a street-smart bio-mechanical bruiser with a heart of gold - and a treasure trove of high-tech weaponry at his disposal...

...Starfire, the lovable alien princess with powers of flight and super strength, much like a certain other alien superhero of fame...

...And, of course, Robin the Boy Wonder, a steel-nerved martial arts master with years of training under the Dark Knight himself...


These five superheroes, known collectively as the Teen Titans, guarded Jump City from countless forces of evil... The maniacally manipulative mind reader Brother Blood, the dark lord Trigon, the Brotherhood of Evil, and the evil genius Slade, to name but a few. Countless times villians such as these would arise to terrorize the citizens of Jump City, and countless times the Titans would unite and halt their evil plans...

Until one fateful day...

A sinister psychopath known only as Tetanus arrived with the intent to take over Jump City, as many of his predecessors had. A retired super-secret agent with an IQ exceeding 200, Tetanus did not strike his nemeses outright. With precision and skill that far surpassed any other marksman, he instead hunted down the Titans one by one, terminating them swiftly and with virtually no effort. In a single night, Tetanus had infiltrated Titans Tower, breached the security systems, and slain all but one Titan.

The single surviving Titan was Starfire, whose alien body was impervious to the cyanide injections Tetanus had slain her teammates with - in fact, cyanide had an energy-boosting effect on her, and upon being injected, she immediately awoke and fled to alert her teammates, only to find them dead. Emotionally shattered, Starfire flew into a fit of rage and mercilessly beat and killed Tetanus. After coming to her senses and realizing what she'd done, the poor alien girl lost it; she fled Jump City - and quite possibly Earth altogether - and hasn't been seen since...

With the Titans gone, Jump City dissolved into chaos. Villians both minor and major united and quickly took over the city. Most of Jump City's citizens fled, while others remain trapped within the city's walls, attempting to eke out an existence under the rule of tyrannical supervillians hoping to use the city's resources to acquire... more... The bright and majestic Jump City has been long lost; in its place now stands the dark and dismal Doom City...

This all happened long ago...

Now, three decades later, supervillians have come and gone; the current 'council' of villians ruling the city has come to be known as the Legion of Despair. Few have ever seen them, for once the Legion called to have an audience with a man, he usually would not be leaving... ever.

And thus, Doom City has existed in near-total darkness for thirty years, expanding and swallowing surrounding cities, growing larger and more powerful as the Legion drew its plans for total domination; they are close to completion...

But just as light cannot exist without darkness, darkness in turn cannot exist without light...

And now, some thirty years later, a new group of unlikely superheroes will rise - a point of light in the darkness. Five new heroes have joined together, taking back and re-establishing the long-abandoned Titans Tower. They have united in hopes of liberating Doom City...

Once they get their priorities in order, that is.

The Teen Titans are long gone...

When there's trouble, who can you call now?

The I-Squad!

Current players:


I-Squad

1. Enigma (Blademaster)
2. Wiggly (Houndoom_Lover)
3. Dark Angel (Dark Sage)
4. Daylight (Asilynne)
5. Sting (Ghost)

Legion of Despair

1. Nargel (Waves_of_Darkness)
2. Moui Akumu (Tsuki Megami)
3. Monte Carlo (Mystic_clown)
4. Blizzard (envoy of time)
5. [Open]

Other Characters

1. Stasis (Heald) - Villian
2. Rune (Crystal Tears) - Neutral
3. Agni (Prof. JB Wolf) - Hero
4. Wyvern (The_Missing_Link) - Heroine
5. Abaris (Shadow Djinn) - Neutral

Now, LSU's if you'll please fill out the form that follows, we'll be glad to add you to the game!

(NOTE: If it isn't obvious (Which it probably is, but I'll say it anyway.), each player can only have one character.)


Name: (the nickname of your character, obviously)
Age: (how old you are [or approximately are])
Gender: (male or female)
Role: (I-Squad member, Legion of Pain member, minor villian, minor good guy, or other [Please specify 'other.'])
Appearance: (height, weight, costume, physical features... the usual)
Personality: (What is he/she like?)
History: (any relevant details about your character's past)
Power(s): (What can he/she do? Be fair - I don't want everyone running around with every power under the Sun! One broad-sprectrum power or a few minor ones is fine.)
Known Weakness(es): (Superman had his kryptonite, The Hulk had anger management, Aquaman had anyplace outside an aquarium... What do you have?)
Other: (anything else you may want to add about your character [Optional])


As for the current players, don't forget your sign-ups, either! They're all here:

http://www.pokemasters.net/forums/in...?topic=45328.0

Here's mine:


Name: Enigma
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Role: I-Squad Leader
Appearance: 6'1", 205 pounds. Caucasian. Shaggy black hair, blue eyes. Wears a red bodysuit with a navy-blue crotch and rings the same color around the shoulders, as well as black boots and gloves. The only form of 'mask' he wears is a goggle-like orange visor over his eyes.
Personality: Enigma, despite his status as the I-Squad's leader and founder, is in truth one of the most unlikely heroes of all. Rude, crude, lewd, lazy, and violent, Enigma never seems to be in a good mood, except when he's hitting on his girlfriend and teammate, Wiggle Wonder (AKA 'Wiggly').
History: Enigma was born with a rare genetic defect that rendered him virtually helpless the first seven years of his life. Day after day, he remained in a vegetative state, his unstable genes threatening to dissolve at any second. It's a miracle he lasted as long as he did, but he lasted in his sad, pitiful state day after day, until the disaster struck... His home town was victimized by a near-Earth disaster similar to the infamous Tunguska Event of Siberia. The intense blast, whose origins are still unknown, wiped out the entire town and its inhabitants, save for one boy... Somehow, the cosmic radiation from the blast strengthened the boy's unstable cells instead of destroying them, giving him mobility and true consciousness - in exchange for most of his cellular stability. He was powerful, yet totally unstable - much like plutonium. Homeless and experiencing abrupt transformations at odd intervals, the boy lived on the streets for years, an outcast and a freak. Eventually, the strange young man began to display some form of control over his abilities, and after several more years, he seemed in total mastery of them, but not before his cruel life robbed him of most of his good qualities - he no longer felt the need for things such as modesty, sympathy, and friendship. He couldn't even remember his name anymore, and so he adopted a new title that reflected his mysterious past and unpredictable powers: Enigma. More than likely, Enigma would've become a villian, but when the nomadic shapeshifter arrived in Doom City, something deep in his mind triggered; memories of the people he lost all those years ago - memories of his own time on the street with little chance of survival - came flooding back. Long-repressed memories returned to him, the changeling decided to use his powers to try and give this city what he himself never had: a chance for a real life.
Power(s): Enigma is a shapeshifter, capable of metamorphosizing any part of himself into anything else. Though he cannot replicate living tissue, he can transform into inanimate objects very easily and with quite a bit of creativity. Because of this, Enigma doesn't really have a definite form - the above-mentioned form is merely his favorite. However, some part of him must remain human, or else he'll be stuck in inanimate form forever.
Known Weaknesses: Though Enigma does have something of a weakness to beautiful women, his true Achilles heel is electricity - though he can utilize electricity with his powers, if caught off-guard and shocked, his unstable cells react violently to electricity: They essentially scramble temporarily, causing Enigma great pain and discomfort as well as draining most of his energy. Repeated electrocution can prove fatal to him.
Other: A running gag that will likely pop up a lot is Enigma's 'healthy libido' when around Wiggly - and the fact that he always fails in attaining what he desires, usually due to Wiggly's cluelessness or outside interference.


Now, before I get this RPG started, a few quick reminders:

This RPG is rated T for Teen, so if you're offended by violence, heavy swearing, and the occasional sexual implication, then go play a different RPG, you sissy.

Also, if you wish to join the game, but you have little to no creative skills, fear not! Pre-made characters are ready and waiting! Simply PM me for a few made-up heroes or Houndoom_Lover for a couple of choices of villians, take your pick, and then you can take it from there!

LSU's are still being accepted for the final Legion of Despair member, and minor villians and heroes are always welcome.

Now, I hate to be a pill, but I'd like to lay down a few ground rules before we begin:

1. You all joined this game, so I expect you to stick with it and actually post every now and then. If you're gone for like three weeks with no explanation, well... we can't guarantee that you're character will remain in the game, so please remember to post every so often!
2. I know some of you (I won't name names.) like to post a lot, but please, control yourselves. Every other post can't be yours, you know. Posting often is fine, but don't be involved in everything at once, OK?
3. Posts should have at least a little substance. No one-liners and two-liners - you should be doing something of some merit if you're posting. A paragraph or two is good enough; more, as they say, is better.
4. Lastly, though something of a no-brainer, I'll say it anyway: Keep the general RPG rules in mind, OK? I don't want Kalah, Roy, Tsukasa, or whoever else yelling at me.

Understand? Good... I hope I'm not scaring anybody away with all this stuff.

Oh, and one last thing.

I don't dislike the Teen Titans in the least, in case you're wondering why they're all dead. I am a huge fan of the Titans, and I wasn't happy about having to get rid of them, but I was aiming for a somewhat darker RPG/storyline that was set in the Teen Titans world; this is the only reasonable idea H_L and I could come up with...

However, even though the Teen Titans themselves are long gone, this is still a Teen Titans-inspired RPG, so don't be scared of goofing off like in the anime - the members of the I-Squad and the people playing them are (mostly) a bunch of teenagers, after all - they aren't too serious. Whatever you do here, just have fun; go nuts (Not too nuts!) - the only time I expect any seriousness is in battle or some other such dire circumstances... Use your own judgment.

With all that having been said, let's (finally) begin...

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Enigma

The Moon hung low over Doom City that night, its pale glow casting a grey light over the city, mixing with the dim light of poorly-maintained streetlights and burning refuse inside trash cans and dumpsters, coating most of the downtown area in a dim, yellowish glow. Shadows danced around each and every corner, all of which looked relatively harmless to the untrained eye.

The citizens of Doom City, however, knew better - any sudden movement or soft noise from the shadows usually meant big trouble for any unfortunate soul nearby. Over the years, thousands of muggings, rapes, and homicides had occured across the sleeping city, such that any smart person in Doom City would make damn sure to get home to 'safety' before nightfall. Only the extremely brave - or the suicidal - wandered the streets at night unprotected anymore...

Somewhere in downtown Doom City, however, there was one such person. He stood about six feet tall, though most of his form was concealed by a long black cloak, black pants, boots, and gloves. A fedora hid much of his face, which was lowered and hidden behind thick sunglasses.

He was not suicidal, though he had cursed his existence more than a few times over the course of his life, but he wasn't extremely brave either...

In all honesty, he wandered the streets because he simply didn't care what happened to him - he welcomed any potential threat.

'I need a drink.' he thought, his dark form seemingly slipping in and out of the shadows.

The gothic figure knew most people in Doom City wouldn't be open at night, but a choice handful had enough protection to afford to stay open at night - if anyone came and threatened such a business, the fool would be shot and left on the curb for the dogs.

One such place, rather infamously known as Sam's Pit, was not too far away; that was where the black-clad rogue was cureently heading.

Knowing a shortcut to his destination, the dark man entered an alley and made his way through a series of twisting back alleys. To some, they looked like a black maze of no return; to this man, they were like his own hallway. He turned another corner...

And then, he stopped. Behind his shades, his eyes darted from side to side; several snickers and wicked laughs reached his ears.

'Oh, shit...' he thought - not in fear or concern for himself, but merely out of irritation.

One by one, several tall, lanky figures stepped out of the shadows. They each wore scuffed sneakers, tattered jeans and black, long-sleeved shirts. Several of them had mohawks and multiple piercings; others were bald and/or heavily tattooed. Each one of them carried a weapon - knives, bats, chains, pipes, and more. One shorter one looked like he was carrying a broken chair leg.

"Well, well, well, boys..." the tallest one and most heavily tattooed one said. "Looks like we've got ourselves a visitor..."

"Heh heh heh heh heh..." a shorter one chuckled. "Nice duds, pal... You must be pretty loaded to afford threads like that."

"I agree." a third punk chipped in, swinging a chain in his hand. "Hey, brother, can you spare a few bucks so we can buy clothes like that, too?"

"Great idea, Backlash." the leader said, removing a switchblade from his pocket and taking a step towards the mysterious intruder. "Whattaya say, pal? You feel like bein'..."

SHICK!

"...Charitable?"

The punks took a few steps towards the man.

Under his fedora, however, he smiled.

"Hell," he said just loud enough for the lead punk to hear, "why not? I could use a little entertainment..."

With that, the man held out his right hand, snapping his thumb and middle finger together.

As his fingers scraped past one another, a spark jumped from his thumb, erupting into a flame that sat perched atop his raised thumb like it was a lighter...

The lead punk's smile vanished; his eyes widened.

The dark man raised his lit thumb to his mouth and opened his lips slightly...

"Oh, shit." the lead punk gasped.

The dark man exhaled...

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!

The lead punk screamed as the flame atop the man's thumb erupted into a stream of intense flames that slammed right into his face, knocking him to the ground. He slammed headfirst into the ground, unconscious before he even realized his eyebrows, eyelashes, and mohawk were gone.

The remaining punks looked down in shock at their fallen leader; they looked at the man who'd just ignited him.

And then, they panicked.

"Shit, it's Enigma!" the chain-weilding punk yelped.

"Cheese it!" another one hollered.

Before the cloaked man, now identified as Enigma, could choose another target, they were gone, leaving their leader unconscious in the alley behind him.

'Spineless bastards...' Enigma thought, glaring down at the hairless leader. 'Good to see they're so loyal to one another...'

With that, Enigma continued on his way, making sure to take a step on the lead punk's stomach as he went.

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OOC: OK, I'd say that's enough for now - our loveable anti-hero, Enigma, needs a little time alone (as usual), so if anyone just wants to pick things up back at the I-Squad Tower, the Legion HQ, or somewhere else in the city, then go on.

And let me know if I forgot anything important - this is my first RPG, remember.

Have fun!

[Dark Sage]

[B][size=3][color=violet]Dark Angel

Not all parts of Doom City were doom and gloom. Some parts of it were somewhat bright.

The entertainment district was rather bright, if not flashy - and gaudy. You could find a good time here if you could afford it. Of course, in a city ruled by evil, this part of it catered to base instincts. Prostitution and gambling were the main attractions, as were other X-rated establishments...

Monte Carlo knew what the upper crust wanted, and he gave it to them.

Under the flashing neon, as the call girls consorted with riffraff, a cloaked form wandered down the street. She seemed out of place, dressed all in black, the outfit made into a midriff and a skirt covered by a hood and cape.

As she passed by two young men, one of them whistled.

"Hey," said one of them. "I didn't know the Goth look was in."

She didn't look at them. It would be better to just keep on going.

"Come on babe," said the other. "You buying or selling?"

Her eyes glowed with a dim light. They were following.

"Go, away..." she said.

"Oh, a tough one..." said one of them.

And then he slapped her on the behind.

...

That was a mistake.

She glared at them, her eyes burning with fire.

"Aw shit, Mark..." said one of them.

The girl raised her arm, and the two thugs were enveloped in pure darkness. She clenched her fists, and they were lifted off the ground.

"Don't kill us!" begged one of them. "We'll do anything..."

"You'll do anything?" asked the girl. "You two work for Monte Carlo, right?"

They nervously nodded.

"We're just a pair of two-bit bouncers for his casino, but..." started one of them.

"Try to give him a message," said the girl. "Tell him that Dark Angel wants to meet with him for a friendly chat. No fighting, no strings attached, nothing serious... I just want to have a friendly chat. Can you do that?"

They nodded nervously.

"Good..." she said.

She unclenched her fist and they dropped to the ground.

A dark portal opened, and Dark Angel vanished into it, leaving them shivering in fear.

[B]* * * * * * * * * *

It seems that Dark Angel has a strange agenda. What is it? Message to Monte Carlo... The ball is in your court.

[envoy of time]

Name:Blizzard
Age:23
Gender:Male
Role:Legion of Despair
Appearance:Tall,slim,some what muscular build.Has snow white skin and hair and Ice blue eyes.Wears a sky blue ninja robe,bandanna and and face scarf.
Personality:Usually stays in his lair(Huge ice tower,kinda hard too miss)Very Smart with icy wit,loves too play games with his opponents.Usually sarcastic to every one he meets.
History:Trained since birth in the art of ninjas, he was trained to be an expert assassin.Fulfilling his masters wishes he became a world class gun for hire.After knocking off an important cryotechnition he suffered an accident that gave him control over ice.Made Twice as deadly from the accident he decided to get into the super villaining business.After seeing his talents first hand The Legion couldn't take him in fast enough.He now has his own section of doom city in an icy grip.Spends his time hunting remaining citizens,and playing chess with the chess computer unit he stole earlier.
Powers:As stated above he can control ice,and is twice as deadly because of it.He uses said powers to craft himself an unlimited supply of weapons.Using every ninja trick in the book.
Weakness:Although extremely usefull his acedent left him with one flaw,he's very susceptible to heat and fire.He had his suit fire proofed because of this but after being seriously burned he is a little pyrofobic.

The East side of Doom City had very few residents because it was the area that housed the the second in comand of the Legion of Despair, Blizzard.His lair was a tall structior made of ice.Inside was many items he claimed before his rebirth as he called it.The man in question was in the heart of the building, Seated in front of a communication monitor talking to his his private spy.

"So the one called Dark Angel wants a meeting with Monte Carlo eh?Good work Crystal,keep me posted of any further developments."He told the blond haired girl on the screen before shutting it off.I do believe Nargel will be interested in this he thought to him self reaching into his robe to pull out a small stone.

I think that's enough for me thanks.

[Shadow Djinn]

Name: Abaris
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Role: Other: Neutral
Appearance: Standing at 6'1, Abaris has long blue hair, usually tied in a boyish ponytail. His main outfit is a black coat, though slightly oversized for him. On his left hand he has a black fingerless glove, while on the other a white fingerless glove. A leather belt adorns his waist, adorned with various things (among them, smoke and flash bombs) that he uses in a sticky situation. He's relatively thin, and many mistake him for a drug dealer at times. He usually has a dagger upon his person in strange hiding places that he uses from time to time. One of his eyes are blue while the other is green. A white scarf also usually decorates his neck, usually pulled up to his mouth.
Personality: Abaris is calm, but dislikes taking orders from anyone. He's an incredibly good actor, he uses various personalities to fit the situation, quick to adapt and assimilate such appropriate behaviors. If something excites him he is outgoing about it, and though his powers are destructive, he is usually quite passive unless forced not to be. Though he doesn't like to be bothered (mainly the reason why he posseses no teammate or sidekick), he's been known to help both the I-Squad and Legion of Pain from time to time, but usually regrets it after. He's incredibly frustrated with his random inability to control his powers, and sometimes destroys random things in a fit of anger.
History: Before he took the name Abaris, his name was Long, and simply Long. He and his parents lived in a strange city called Paradise City, though it was anything but. Crime was rampant, and the police were corrupt. Though his parents tried to hide it from him, he saw it all, and he slowly grew angrier. When he was 12 his parents were killed in a grocery store when it was raided, though Long did not know until a week after it occured. In sheer anger, he unleashed his powers, blowing up his house (though he was strangely unaffected but injured his hand), and he met the Justice Riders, a team of superheroes that saved him from the crumbling house and took them to their base. For two years he trained with them, usually with the leader who had similar powers. However, when the tallest building in the city, a skyscraper built long ago was under attack when they were in it, the Justice Riders chose to flee instead of saving innocent people. While Long left with them, he slowly realized they weren't the real heroes he aspired to be, and left for Jump City. Along the way he gathered his thoughts and realized heroes weren't the right path, nor was becoming a villian. He bought new clothes and found a reclusive hideout in the city to hone his powers, until the battle between the I-Squad and the Legion of Pain erupted, when he realized that such things weren't going to save people, and set out to do it himself. His thoughts are warped at times, and his objectives change constantly, confusing poeple as to where his loyalties lie. Knowing the Justice Riders also roam the city of Jump somewhere, he seeks to find them and make them pay for his actions, but has no luck so far.
Power(s): Abaris' main power is to create explosions. Such is done by forming a fiery orb in his palm before hurling it-- wherever it lands is where the explosion starts. Usually the larger the orb the larger area the explosion covers, but distance is incredibly hard to judge, especially with Abaris. He usually likes to create small orbs consistently and hurl them, but his powers can sometimes go out of control, and form a much larger explosion then he intended. Aside from that, with deep concentration Abaris can be protected from explosions and flames of any sort for several moments, whcih he usually calls 'Flare Coat.' However, this is incredibly taxing on his body and his energy, sometimes resulting in a pain splitting headache just from using it for a second.
Known Weakness(es): Abaris' hand injury (his left) makes it difficult at time to use his powers. Also, he is easily affected by memories, he can break down at times if he sees or is reminded of something he had done in the past, which makes him lose all control of his powers. Water and ice are also easy counterattacks to his powers. If ice or pretty much any substance touches his hands when he's using his powers, he usually loses them for about 10 hours, which is only from just a nick of contact. Full contact results in a 24 hour loss of his powers, which can make him very vulnerable.
Other: He's also called 'Ao' at times. I may refer to him as Ao occasionally.


Abaris - Long - Neutral
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Abaris scowled as he paced along the streets of Doom city, gloves stuffed in his black coat. His eyes swiveled constantly, just waiting for an attacker to get sent flying by a mysterious explosion...

You shouldn't be here. His bland concious suddenly interjected.

He knew he shouldn't.

The east side of Doom City was known to be ruled by a mysterious man simply called 'Blizzard.' Such a name made Abaris shiver, but he knew one thing.

If there was a place being ruled by a villian, that villian had to be strong. And if he was strong, he was bound to be part of the Legion of Despair.

And, he deduced, there'll be a certain few people most likely with him.

Certain people Ao liked to call the Justice Riders.

A scowl flitted across his face as he ducked down an alley, looking around for a door of some sort. There were always bars in some discreet location. Discreet was good -- that mean there was information. And usually a lot of it.

At the very end of the alley he saw a small door -- painted brick red like the building to camoflauge it. This sounded close enough.

He paced towards the door briskly, reaching slowly for the handle.

His gloves grasped it, and he began to pull...

" Hey there junior." Abaris turned, not bothering to hide the annoyance he felt at the sudden interruption.

He saw a blue haired man in a leather jacket, holding up a baseball bat rather menacingly. He was slightly taller then Ao, and at least double his size.

It didn't really matter.

Abaris didn't bother to reply, coolly extending a sleeve covered arm, forming a fiery red orb that quickly swelled in size.

The bat-wielding man frowned, stepping back, but brandishing his cruel weapon all the same.

" Wait a sec, what're you -- "

A small explosion lit the air as the man flew into a wall with a strangled cry, landing among a couple of discarded boxes. Abaris walked through the smoke, the flaring red aura he erected quickly dissipating. He charged another orb, much smaller this time, and held it outward, glancing down calmly as he spoke.

" Know someone named Blizzard?"

" Y-yea. He told me to watch out for a guy named Engima..'sat you?"

Ao allowed himself a hollow laugh.

" No. Engima's a teenager whose trying to play hero. He probably smells too, damn shapeshifters. But that's not the point."

The orb grew slightly bigger.

" Tell me something about Blizzard."

The man's eyes grew wider, he frantically looked around, but saw no one.

" W-well. I've never met him in person. But I heard he can control ice and --"

" Oh, really?" Abaris replied blandly, kneeling down.

The boy's eyes flared as the orb grew bigger.

" Do please stop playing around. Where can I find this man?"

" I don't know. Like I said...I-I've never met him. Who are you?"

A sigh escaped the boy's lips.

For the second time that night, an explosion lit the ally, and for the second time, a scream echoed throughout the night sky.

A boy left the alley, red aura brimming around him, gloves tucked into his coat.

He hurled another flaming orb into the air, large in size, brimming with energy.

What was somewhat like a red firework lit the air, as the creator smirked.

" Come on out Blizzard..."


In case anyone missed the other, I refer to Abaris as Ao from time to time (as I had planned to call him, but Abaris is more power-y...). In any case, I'm callin' you out Blizzard! It's your cue.

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Monte Carlo
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Role: Legion of Pain
Appearance: He’s tall, standing at about 5’87’’ with a lean, yet toned build. He has short-ish dark brown hair and electric blue eyes which are usually full of life. He’s quite a handsome man.

As for his outfit, he wears a white undershirt, a red vest and a black coat with red cufflinks shaped like a heart and diamond (heart on the left, diamond on the right). He wears black pants with red patches shaped like a spade and club on each knee (spade on the left, clubs on the right), shiny white shoes, white gloves and a red bow tie. He sometimes carries a cane with him.
Personality: Even though he’s a villain, Monte Carlo’s pretty upbeat, always in for a good time. He treats life as if it’s a game and loves to toy with his enemies, not really taking much seriously. He prefers spending his time on doing his favourite things, gambling, listening to Jazz and singing to Jazz. He’s awfully courteous for a villain.
History: He had always loved games of chance and card games, even as a little boy. His parents were worried he’d develop a gambling problem, but this wasn’t the case. He enjoyed it, but it didn’t become a habit, also he was pretty good. He often attended casinos, winning tons of cash and holding parties. It was during one of these parties he found the devil dice in his attic, while searching for some dice. Needless to say, the party turned out to be a disaster, when he accidentally summoned a demon. This however changed nothing in his lifestyle, except for the fact that he now always carried the devil dice on him. The incident however attracted the attention of a member of the Legion and contacted him, asking him to join. Realizing how much power his dice can give him, he agreed. Years afterwards and Monte Carlo now controls the entertainment district of Doom City (his favourite place is, you guessed it, the casino).
Power(s): His devil dice. He throws them and, depending on the number rolled, a demon is summoned. Depending on the number of the dice, the demon has varying strength. Since there’s about 18 demons in all (there’s three dice), he’s forced to carry a list naming them all. He also has the power of calling them back by snapping his fingers, mainly so no one else can use them.
Known Weakness(es): His dice act as a double edged sword, for example, if he rolled a really low number (1 being the lowest) the demon summoned could be very weak. Also, apart from his die, Monte Carlo himself isn’t anything special.
Other: He has a bit of interest in Daylight (hope you don’t mind).

Monte Carlo
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"Hmmm, so Dark Angel wants to meet me huh?"

The two bouncers before him nodded timidly. Monte leaned his head on his hand, wondering whether or not to accept. It was pretty interesting that one of those 'heroes' wanted to have a little talk all of a sudden, but then again, this whole thing smelled like a trap. Sure, she was supposedly a 'good guy', but who ever plays fair these days?

His eyes fell to the devil dice he was toying with in his hand. If this was an ambush, all he needed to do was throw these babies and he'd have a nice new playmate for them. He smirked and as a small chuckle ecaped his lips.

"Alright," he said finally, "If she wants to talk, so be it," his eyes fell on the bouncers again, "Where are we to meet?"

The bouncers looked between themselves nervously.

"Well, um," one said nervously, "She never really said where."

Monte Carlo's eyes narrowed.

"Did she not tell you? Or did you just forget?"

The two were really getting nervous now. Monte repressed a small smile. He loved messing with his henchmen like this.

"She never said. She just said she wanted to talk to you."

Monte sighed, hiding his amusement.

"Alright then. Get back to work."

The two bouncers couldn't leave fast enough. The brunette rose to his feet. What was it with these heroes? They emaned meetings yet never said where. Not all villians are psychics you know.

"I guess it's time for a little stroll," he said to himself as he grabbed his tophat and cane. He figured if he just wandered around for a bit, Dark Angel would simply come to him.

"Now then, let's see what little miss hero wants."

[Blademaster]

[color=teal] " No. Engima's a teenager whose trying to play hero. He probably smells too, damn shapeshifters. But that's not the point."

Wiseass. :p

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Enigma

In another part of town...

Enigma, still mostly hidden behind his dark ensemble, stopped and looked up.

A red-and-yellow neon sign reading 'SAM'S PIT' (or, more accurately, 'S M'S PI ') hung over a steel door on a rather featureless brick building. In fact, save for a few barred, spiked windows and a roll of barbed wire around the roof, the bar seemed like nothing more than a big block of bricks.

Enigma walked up to the door and knocked on it a few times.

Nothing happened for a moment, until a smaller metal door opened at eye level. Two eyes - one of which was pupilless and scarred badly - appeared in it and glared at Enigma.

"Password." a deep, guttural voice said on the other side of the door.

"Death to Despair."

The eyes narrowed.

"Second password." the throaty bouncer demanded again.

"Open the fucking door." Enigma growled. "There is no second password."

The eyes widened a little; the small door slid shut.

And then, the whole door opened, and a 7-foot bouncer in a grey suit stood in the doorway.

"Welcome to Sam's Pit." he said in his deep voice, standing aside.

Without a 'Thank you.,' or even a nod, Enigma stepped into the bar, the bouncer shutting the door behind him.

Before Enigma was the worst type of bar imaginable. Several strippers - male and female - danced on stages against the back wall, watching whom were several rough, shady, ominous, and just plain weird patrons. Two men seemed to be playing darts in the corner, using handguns instead of darts; other patrons were busily arm-wrestling, drinking, smoking, and just beating each other up. A skinny man was hanging from a ceiling fan, several bikers throwing quarters and bits of glass and garbage up at him.

Enigma walked past a couple of filthy bikers chugging two pitchers of what looked like beer - or maybe it was unleaded, hard to tell - and up to the bar. He sat on a stool between a female gang member wearing spiked knuckles on both hands and a scarred man with one foot missing.

"Sam." Enigma said flatly, not looking up around him.

The owner, Sam, walked up to the bar, standing on top of a soapbox behind the counter.

Sam was a pretty short man - a dwarf, actually - with bushy red eyebrows, beard, and moustache.

In all honesty, he looked like Yosemite Sam. Still, the last man to call him that got shot in the foot, so nobody else made that joke.

"Whatchu want?" Sam growled, sounding almost like Yosemite Sam as well.

"Scotch on the rocks." Enigma replied, tossing a few random dollar bills on the counter. "The biggest one you got."

Sam shrugged and took the money; a moment later, he put down a large beer mug full of ice and scotch in front of Enigma, which he picked up and tilted back, downing it in one gulp.

"I needed that." Enigma muttered, getting down off the stool and turning away.

Then, he locked eyes with someone across the bar that he did NOT want to see.

It was a short, skinny man with dirty blonde hair and beady eyes hidden behind thin glasses. He wore a brown sleeveless shirt and boots, as well as maroon pants and a matching headband. Two shivs were strapped to his sides.

"Oh, shit." the man muttered, turning around.

Two seconds later, Enigma had the man by the front of his shirt, glaring daggers at the spectacled gangster.

"Well if it ain't my buddy Cliff..." Enigma said, sneering at the man. "What are you doing in a place like this, old chum?"

"E-E-Enigma..." the man named Cliff stuttered. "H-hey, pal... Wassup? Nice night isn't it?"

"Just lovely." Enigma said sarcastically. "What're you doing here? Last I heard, you were in jail for holding up a bank - three times in a row!"

"I... got out on good behavior?" Cliff explained.

Enigma lifted Cliff and slammed him against the wall.

"Yeah, I bet." Enigma snarled. "Gimme one good reason why I shouldn't take you back in right now."

"Uh... because I'm good for information?" Cliff replied. "Remember how I helped you track down Dynamo? You'd still be wandering around the warehouse district on Hamilton Street if it wasn't for me!"

Enigma narrowed his eyes.

"You got any good information for me now?" he asked, his tone warning Cliff he was about to lose a vital body part if he didn't.

Cliff nodded.

"Yeah," he explained, "I heard through the grapevine that some twerpy guy in weird armor has been raising Hell around the city looking for the Legion. They say he wants to take the Legion out, but why... Well, why, we ain't sure. Maybe he's a good Samaritan; maybe he wants to take their place. I have no clue. You may wanna talk to him."

"Talk to him?!" Enigma shouted. "If I find him, I'll kick his skinny ass-"

"Bad idea." Cliff interrupted. "See, I heard he's pretty stealthy, and he specializes in electric attacks. You might not want to have him as an enemy..."

Enigma paused.

"Where is he?" he asked after a moment.

"I dunno, somewhere north-northwest of you guys' Tower. That's where he was seen last, anyway."

Enigma dropped Cliff, who landed and stumbled on his feet, backing against the wall.

"Thanks." Enigma finally said, which translated into 'If I see you again, you'd better have some more information for me, or you're screwed.'

Before Cliff could reply, Enigma turned and headed back to the bouncer, who opened the door and let Enigma out, shutting it behind him.

'A skinny guy in weird armor...' he thought, looking up at the sky. 'Damn it, it's alays something...'

Enigma swayed a little.

'Aw, shit, I see a hangover in my future. Again.'

With that, Enigma closed his eyes and inhaled deeply...

Then, the black cloak he wore seemed to melt off him, pooling behind his back and around his shoulders in a dark mass that seemed to settle over his shoulder blades, then expand into two large appendages that faded from black to silver, spreading behind him like what looked like tin foil. Segments formed over the masses, which pulled into two large teardrop shapes that spread out until they were twenty feet across - wings.

Enigma opened his eyes and squatted down, and then he leapt up, soaring into the sky. He had to get back to the Tower and do a little research - and before his inebriety caused him to crash into a building.

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OOC: Yes, I know my posts are long. That's my fanfic mentality - get used to it.

[Dark Sage]

[B][size=3][color=violet]Dark Angel

Dark Angel had known better than to designate a specific spot. She didn’t want Monte Carlo to set a trap. Although, she had no intention of setting one.

Under the light of a street lamp, she watched as the elegant villain strode towards her. He noticed her quickly – he wasn’t dumb.

“Evening, Mr. Carlo,” she said. “Glad you could come.”

He grinned a slight grin.

Dark Angel held up her empty hands.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’m in no mood to mess with those dice of yours…”

“Then what’s this all about?” he asked.

“Mr. Carlo…” she asked. “You fancy yourself a card shark and a high roller… And a pretty successful one at that…”

“I should say so,” he replied.

“Maybe you have the ability to control the laws of probability themselves.”

Carlo looked surprised.

“That seems unlikely,” he said.

Dark Angel paused.

“Mr. Carlo,” she said, “you ever hear of the legend of Jeremo the Natterer?”

Carlo shook his head.

“Well, long ago,” said Dark Angel, Jeremo the Natterer was a gambler much like you, who had a lot of success. One day at the tables, he had incredible luck. Every roll he made came up in his favor, and he was winning everything. Eventually, he boasted that the gods themselves must have favored him for him to have such luck.

“Now, such a bold claim cannot go unchallenged. A hooded stranger appeared to challenge him. Suddenly, Jeremo’s luck turned sour. He couldn’t make a single roll, while the stranger made all of his.

“Finally, having lost everything, Jeremo wagered the one thing he had left: his soul.

“Against this wager, the stranger wagered a fancy bronze horn.

“Jeremo made the toss… and he won.

“The stranger smiled, and said that what he won would decide his fate, and the fate of others.

“Now, no one is sure what happened to Jeremo after this, but this fancy bronze horn, the Horn of Change as it has been called, became known as a powerful artifact. It is said that the holder can alter probability, granting himself the best luck, and granting his foes misfortune.”

Carlo chuckled.

“An interesting story,” he said. “A gambler’s dream.”

Dark Angel smiled.

“Glad we could have this chat, Mr. Carlo. I’ll keep in touch. Maybe next time, I’ll show you the Horn of Change…”

She started to vanish.

“…after all, I know where it is.”

She vanished into darkness.

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Dark Angel is returning to the Tower, or maybe she was already there. For now, feel free to pick up on this.

[Heald]

Name: Stasis

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Role: Rogue (leaning towards evil but dislikes the Legion's stranglehold of Edge City)

Appearance: At only 5' 11" and about 110lbs, he is not the burliest of men. He has black hair and a goatee, plus a scar down the right side of his face. His nose is fairly long and pointed. His suit is made out of a lightweight silver-coloured metal alloy with wires that glow blue when it is active. This suit covers his torso, his upper arms, his fists and his legs and feet. He also has a helmet of the same alloy with a black visor.

Personality: Snide, sarcastic but very intelligent. He has remarkable social skills and when he wants to, he can convince most people that he is an ally. However, he has no qualms with betraying anyone at the drop of a penny and has no honour and barely any humanity. Sneak attacks, running away and blackmail are his tactics. He will use people to get what he wants.

History: Born and orphaned in the beginning of the Legion's rule, his foster parents were good people and excellent scientists. The bitter Stasis took an interest in the science his foster parents pursued, that of space-time-dialation. At 19, his foster parent's lab came under attack by the Legion searching for new tech. However, they kept their most secret projects back in a vault at home. Neither his parents nor their co-workers survived. Stasis found an incomplete suit and salvaging research and technology from the remains of the lab, he finished the suit, not to be a tool but a weapon. His goal is to make the suit more powerful and so he steals technology and money to fund these ends. He also wishes to bring about the end of the Legion.

Power(s): He wears an energy suit that grants him enhanced speed, reflexes, senses and strength, but nothing beyond the maximum of human proportions. This suit also has a visor with a holographic display giving him a HUD with a wealth of information e.g. incoming threats, satnav etc. He also carries a power-pole that can emit an electric charge of either non-lethal or lethal proportions. However, his suit's main power is to create stasis fields. Basically, these are fields perfectly spherical and can be as small or as big as he wants them to be. However, the larger they are and the longer he wishes to sustain them, the more power it draws from his suit. He can also create simultaneous fields, but this drains his power even faster. Inside the fields, it appears as if the plane that is in stasis is floating in space as the walls will be completely black. Likewise, one outside the field will only see a black sphere where the plane once existed. Nothing can get in or out of this field, not even light.

Known Weakness(es): When his suit runs out of power, he is more or less powerless.

Other: He has a pair of pistols, but only uses them as a last resort.

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Stasis

Stasis wandered into the darkness of the hall. He had chosen to loot the City Hall this time. This job had been made pretty easy - the Legion shut down the Mayor years ago and froze the hall over with Blizzard's ice power - trapping everything and everyone inside it, doomed to a horrible fate. However, Stasis guessed that they weren't smart enough to bother freezing the subterranean tunnels, the sewers, underneath. He had anticipated this correctly. He had adapted his power-pole to because a resonancy enhancer - able to shatter large sections of ice in an instant. Naturally, this shattered the items - and corpses - trapped in the sections he had chosen to shatter. No loss, he thought. He eventually found what he had been looking for - the trapdoor going down into the archives. As this had been shut at the time of the freezing, the archives were unfrozen and, apart from being a bit dusty, were preserved perfectly.

He descended into the archives and looked around. There were newspaper files, artifacts, uncommissioned statues - a historical goldmine. Finally, he came to what he was looking for - the blueprints. Using his photoscanner, he began carefully scanning every useful blueprint he could find - manors, banks, shops; all of these were useful for looting and building up his revenue. He then looked for more useful items to loot than money and riches - arnament warehouses, secret weapons caches, power grids and generators, water supplies, aqueducts and dams. He had acquired all the information he needed and with that he returned to the sewers and headed for the surface.

As a supervillain, especially one who the Legion were not particularly fond of, he crossed the city via the rooftops, in the shadows of other buildings so the Legion's CCTV systems did not catch him. Returning to his lair, he heard two people talking, one talking in a distincy, instantly noticeable accent - Monte Carlo.

Stasis hid in the shadows and amplified the volume on his suit to pick up the conversation.

“...no one is sure what happened to Jeremo after this, but this fancy bronze horn, the Horn of Change as it has been called, became known as a powerful artifact. It is said that the holder can alter probability, granting himself the best luck, and granting his foes misfortune.”

“An interesting story...A gambler’s dream.”

“Glad we could have this chat, Mr. Carlo. I’ll keep in touch. Maybe next time, I’ll show you the Horn of Change…”

“…after all, I know where it is.”

When both Monte Carlo and the goth girl had disappeared, Stasis emerged from the shadows, with a snide grin. The Horn of Change could be a useful item to add to his repertoire and a bargaining device to trick Monte Carlo. Carlo being a compulsive gambler, Stasis would wager he would give up one of his precious devil dice just for the ability to win any gamble. Of course, Stasis wasn't interested in his dice, but Stasis knew there were other things Carlo could provide him. Stasis snapped out of his dream. It was time for a plan. He'd head back to his lair and find a way to track the goth girl and her magical Horn.

[envoy of time]

Blizzard was playing chess in his liar with his chess playing robot that was a Christmas gift from Moui.The computer moved a piece with it's robotic arm."Checkmate."It said in a cold metallic voice.Blizzard checked the board but as usual it was right.He groaned"Why do I keep this over groan toaster?"

Then his communication screen burst to life.Blizzard got up"I'll deal with you later."Then turning to the screen."Yes.Oh it's you Jacob err what happened to your eye brows."The man on screen look very beaten and burnt almost as if he was in an explosion."That's what I'm talking to you about.Theres a super that wants a piece of you."The man known as Jacob said to the icy ninja.Blizzard seemed to pause for a moment."okay I'll look for him You stick to your post and recover."He said shutting the screen off.He then took the small stone from his robe again."It's about time.I hardly remember the last time I had a good fight."

Okay challenge accepted.I'll let you find me.

[Tsuki Megami]

[color=pink][font=kartika][size=10pt]
[color=pink][font=kartika][size=12pt]
Name: Moui Akumu
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Role: Legion of Despair
Appearance: Your stereotypical Japanese school girl, she stands about 5’5, has a beautiful body that makes other girls envious of, and long, perfectly straight black hair with a blue shine to it usually up in a ponytail, but even then her hair falls to the middle of her back. She wears the typical outfit aswell: short red skirt, back tank tops with a red tie, her irises are no longer circular but jagged, sharp and a beautiful silver color with diamond pupils.
Personality: She’s cold, cruel, and rather mean. She cares for no one, but will help them if it somehow manages to help her own cause. People prefer her that way, when you get deeper into her soul, she’s worse, she’ll kill people horrible ways for a good way.
History: Not much is known about her, her father did tests on her, he was later found dead, horribly mutilated.
Power(s): Nightmares: Well sort of, Moui can take creatures from her own mind and throw them into the actual world. Some form amour, while others are ghouls. She’s quite relentless in what she can create.
Known Weakness(es): None are known, but it has been said if your kind to her, she might be thrown off and run away...
Other: Not much…

Moui

It was incredibly dark, but the darkness had nothing on the girl, she hung about on the roof tops, quietly sipping a small alcoholic drink which she had forgotten the name of. It wasn’t worrisome though, she didn’t exactly like it. Alcohol wasn’t her thing, killing a person that was what lit her spirit on fire.
Speaking of killing a person, Moui smiled sweetly as she looked at the large man. He was terrified, but then again, who wouldn’t be? An odd black organism wrapped around his body, keeping his arms and his legs together as it dangled him above what people would presume was its mouth: an empty void that definitely did not lead to the top floor of this rather pathetic building.

“Please don’t kill me!” He begged, as the rather thin organic arm lowered him closer to the darkness. “Please!”

The girl was of Japanese decent; her long black hair that shone a deep blue in the moonlight was oddly enough, down tonight. It framed her face in a demonic manner as she strode up to her rather disgusting and fat prisoner. Who had horribly taste in any beverage.

“I’ve had better drinks at McDonalds.” She snarled, whipping the glass at the pudgy man who cringed and cried out as the glass shattered on his red face. “Now, tell me, what was a fakku like you doing following me?”

“Following? On no you-“ His lie was interrupted with horribly cries of pain as black veins from the twisted arm stabbed into his soft, blubbery body. He cringed. “I got a letter to follow you!”

“From who?” She smiled, as the arm put his head and the dark pit mere inches from each other. “Come now… An akisu like you must have a reason…”

He was silent, she frowned, walking away from him as the creature dropped him, he cries echoed into the night sky, but then were silence onto the creature dissipated.

“Shimatta…” She muttered, brushing off her shirt, and then fixing her skirt a bit before taking a seat on a small stole that was there. “This city is brimming with useless people…” She hissed, crossing her arms as she began to dream up another versions of creatures.

[Asilynne]

Name: Daylight
Age: Appears to be 22 though her real age is unknown
Gender: Female
Role: I-Squad member
Appearance: 5'8", 130lbs, she has reddish brown hair with gold highlights that comes down to her shoulders, with a slight wave. Leaf green eyes. Has a golden tan color to her skin, showing that she spends a lot of time in the sun. Her costume is gold and green, and she has a symbol of a rising sun on her chest, cloak and headband (I have a pic, just need to put it up lol)
Personality: Shes pretty shy and tends to shy away from people upon first meeting them. She opens up slowly like the bud of a newborn leaf, but as she grows accustomed to new people she opens up and reveals the real her, a sweet cheerful girl that looks for the good in life. While she can be withdrawn and seemingly unfriendly to strangers, she gives fully to those who've earned her trust and cant stand to see someone in trouble or being bullied. Has a strong sense of justice and despite her shy-ish nature is not timid. She will not back down to defend a cause that is right. She would give up everything for a friends wellbeing.
History: A long time ago, when she was only 16 she ran away from home. Her mother had taken her away from her dad at a young age, and her stepfather was abusive, so one day she couldnt take anymore and left. Finding herself alone with no money and no where to go, she answered an ad that promised to give 1000 dollars to those who would participate in a study. Being young and desperate she went to the lab, where they made good on their promise, but for a price. The lab was studying the photosensitive cells in plants and in solar cells, and they believed that they could alter the human makeup to make use of the same elements. Their dream was to cure obesity, depression and laziness by making it possible for humans to recieve the energy they needed. It would have benefits for everyone, they thought, after all, you can get so much more done if you didnt need to sleep or eat. Humans spend half their lives asleep, and to these scientists, that was too much wasted time. It should have been a brilliant idea, but nature is a vengeful mistress that doesnt like to be messed with. Many of the subjects died, and Daylight herself went into a coma for many years. The doctors thought she would never awake but years later she did, and found herself in an unfamiliar world. The company, Photogenetics, had long been shut down, and her mother had never gone looking for her, so to this world she was an unknown. Her real name she kept locked away in her own head, and upon discovering the surge of energy that came from her first dawn upon waking she named herself Daylight. The name also honors her dad, and one of the last things he said to her before they were separated: "Daylight comes to chase away the dark" To this day she has made it her mission to track down her real father and be reunited with him, and this search is what brought her to Doom City in the first place. The first friend she made there was Rune, and she eventually fell in with the I-Squad crowd (I need help with the 'how' of this lol).
Power(s): What about one power under the Sun? lol Her powers are sun/light based, she gains strength from such light and warmth much like a plant and harnesses it, making her very versatle with any form of heat (like causing a pot of water to vaporise in moments at her best), light ( like bright blinding flashes, or something as simple as illuminating a dark cave to see), and refractions of light (minor invisibility, and weak shields as examples) Like a hot air balloon she can heat up her particles and become lighter than air, but only when she is exposed to a lot of constant light for this takes a lot of energy.
Known Weakness(es): Like a solar powered battery, Daylight can only hold so much without exploding, which means in the daytime or when shes exposed to a lot of light she has to periodically use some of the energy in some way. If she doesnt, it will build up within her and eventually kill her. Likewise in low light conditions, she has a limited supply of energy, and when it is gone she will pass out with no chance of waking her unless she is placed under direct light. It needs to be kept balanced or she is screwed lol
Other: Here comes the sun doobedoobbee...... lol

~Daylight~

It was night. The moon shone above in the sky, filtering its skimpy light upon the world below. Likewise the streetlamps outside the Tower shone with a dim light upon those brave enough to walk the darkness. But the light wasnt enough for me, and so I chose to spend my nights inside, rather than risk passing out from lack of light outside where anyone could find me.
So I sat in my big leather chair, every light in the room on, reading the phone book. All I had was a name to go by, just one name, and dim memories from my childhood. Those dim memories led me here, to what used to be Jump City. in the search to find my real father. Though part of me wondered if he was still alive I ignored it. I would find him, no matter where he was, no matter what. I snacked on some beef jerky as I read, and then a dark shadow materialized in the middle of the room. "Welcome back Angel," I said without looking up. "Having fun teasing the Legion?"
She looked at what I was reading and plopped on the couch. "More fun than you apparently. Phone book? You must really be bored"
"My fathers out there somewhere," I said, setting the book down as I stood up to stretch. I began to walk into the kitchen area and rummaged through the food. At night I always got really hungry, due to the fact I couldnt feed on sunlight. I went back to my chair, arms loaded up with snacks and drinks, and began to snack on everything.
Dark Angel went to grab some of the snacks I brought with me and stopped, seeing I was bent on eating them all. She watched me with a mellowed look of shock and I finished eating everything. When I noticed her gaze she shook her head.
"You know if you want we could build you a greenhouse, Plant Girl......"
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Ah it sucks but I need interaction to build off of lol ^-^()

[Blademaster]

Enigma

About a mile away from the Tower, which Enigma and his team (mostly his team, actually) had long since added onto enough to make the overall 'T' shape look like an 'I,' a dark form soared through the night sky, his silhouette passing by the moon making him almost look like an angel.

Yeah, right.

Enigma's eyes were drooping a little, but he fought his exhaustion off and continued on, speeding through the sky like a bullet. He sailed up and over the side of the Tower, doropping a good twenty feet onto the roof a moment later. He crouched down upon impact, falling to one hand and one knee as he landed.

'Home sweet home...' Enigma thought in his typical sarcastic manner as he stood up. He glanced down at himself.

'Black...' he thought flatly. 'I hate black. It looks awful on me...'

With that, Enigma closed his eyes and began to concentrate, his body beginning to change.

His wings folded over his shoulders and seemed to melt over his torso, spreading down to his waist and changing from a silver metal to some sort of stretchy red fabric. The crotch of his paints smoothed out and became a similar material, though blue; the legs also smoothed out and seemed to shrink a little, turning the same shade of red as his shirt. The blue and red connected, stitching together into a single full-body article of clothing. His boots and gloves remained black; his fedora turned pitch-black and began to droop, several ruffled strands of fabric poking out of it as it assumed its natural form: Enigma's mop of black hair.

Finally, Enigma's sunglasses spread out slightly, changing to a shape much like 3-D glasses, though made entirely of what looked like black plastic; the black lightened to brown, and then to a vivid orange, making Enigma's icy blue eyes look surprisingly dark.

'Much better.' he thought. 'You can't beat the classic look.'

Enigma then headed for the stairs, yanking the rusty door open and quickly making his way down to the central control room of the Tower (also somewhat loosely known by some of the Squad as 'the big-ass living room'). The automatic doors slid open, granting him access.

"I'm back." he said curtly, not knowing or caring who he was talking to. "Anything happen I should know about?"

Enigma didn't really care much what happened in his absence; he sensed Daylight and Dark Angel knew that, too.

Still, he figured, what could've possibly happened that he needed to know about?

[Ghost]

Name: Sting, but is mostly referred to as Jake, his real name.
Age: 19
Gender:Male
Role: I-Squad Member
Appearance: Jake stands around 6'4", weighing only 180 pounds, with short dirty blonde hair and piercing black eyes. He has a slim build, and he is very much like a stick. Generally wears a black hooded sweatshirt and a pair of black jeans,though his costume is a totally different story. His costume covers his whole body, including face, and is pure black with no isignas(sp) on it whatsoever, letting him blend in perfectly. While in his costume, his muscles grow to nearly triple their sizes, showing a muscular body. Think Venom, with no Insigna, sharp teeth, or weird lashing out tongue.
Personality: Jake usually keeps to himself., sometimes having idle chit-chat with other people, but usually nothing more. He doesn't like interaction with others for his fears of rejection, so therefore doesn't talk much.
History: When Jake was 17, he thought that everything in life was perfect. His parents loved him, he had fun at school and had many friends, and was passing classes with flying colors. Yet one day, when he returned home, he found his parents and c few of his friends that were waiting for him for his surprise birthday party brutally butchered in his house, blood everywhere. Jake went nearly insane,and nearly thought of suicide himself. Yet,before he was about to cut his own throat, A burst of light came from out of the pool of blood in the middle of the floor, and what stood there was a creature that claimed he was the devil himself. He todl him that instead of wasting his life, he could take this power that burdened him for so long, and with it, fight the people that took them from him. Seeing no other, option he took the powers, infusing himself with a demon, giving him eternal powers, but for a price.
Power(s): With his powers, he is invincible and invunerable to almost anything. Bullets, rockets, cannons, rocks... Anything that is thrown on him will barely hurt him. Suoer Strength, stuff like that.
Known Weakness(es): His powers have one major downside: His energy is drained immensely, and he must take energy from others. He can set certain limits to his powers: The less power he uses, the less energy that is drained.He also has one extra weakness: Mental attacks for some reason do the most damage, even trying to read his mind will result in him having jolts up and done his whole body
Other:

Sting
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It was total darkness in Doom City, the place he had called home for many years. It seemed as if every nook and cranny in this city was memorized in his head, as if he was a map of Doom City itself. The city wasn't all that big anymore; most of it had been destroyed by various villains, including Slade and Tetanus.

Why did Jake stay in this place? He didn't know, and he didn't care either. He didn't stay here because of the companionship of his "friends", they could die for all he cared. He didn't stay for family, seeing as he had none. He just supposed that he stayed because it was the only real city where there was any crime to be fought. He could think of no other reason.

So for now, Sting sat perched up upon a distant rooftop, watching the city from above. Trouble was happening everywhere ofcourse; Muggings were happening nearly everywhere. You could barely walk home from work (if you had a job) without getting mugged.Gang fights went on below, but nothing too severe, or else he would of stopped them. But he felt that something strange was going on, he just couldn't get a feel on it...

When he heard a scream a few hundred meters behind him. He turned around to see a man fall far to his death. Yet, he didn't fall to his death; He fell into some sort of black portal. He would of tried to stop him, but not being in his demon form and jumping all the way over there would take too much time. He would just have to go over there and investigate.

He felt a strange feeling as he flicked open a pouch off his belt, and tons of black sand started to pour to the ground, slowing inching towards his body. He braced himself the sand started to combine with him, becoming him, enhancing his reflexes, strength, intelligence, everything. Though what he was now was no longer him; and he had a hard time controlling it. This demon was slowly taking over his body every time he used it, inching towards dominating him and staying attached to him forever. But he supposed that was the risk he would have to take to fight evil.

Looking down at his now completely black and heavily muscled body, he felt a immense burst of strength and energy burst through him. As long as he didn't use too much of the energy, he would be fine.

Starting off at a hard sprint, he ran to the edge of the building, and using his legs as gigantic springs, propelled himself hundreds of meters to the rooftop he needed to be on. With a large thud, he landed right a few meters behind a woman sitting on a stool, sipping some type of beverage.

"Well, having some fun now aren't we?" He said in his new deep, adamant voice, that sent shivers through most people's spines, though apparently it had no effect on this woman. "I take it you don't like beefier men do you?"

[Shadow Djinn]

Insulting is always fun, Blademaster! Heh heh.

Abaris - Long/Ao - Neutral
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" I'm getting impatient." Ao muttered to himself as he left another alley, irritatingly scanning the street.

" It's almost dawn," The boy wondered aloud. " And I've no clue where this Frosty guy is..." He scowled, scuffing the ground with ragged shoes, consulting the various panicked descriptions of Blizzard he'd heard.

He's somewhere icy. Where's somewhere icy...

His eyes surveyed the area...

" Well." Abaris stated flatly as his eyes fell on the glistening ice tower. " This could've saved a lot of time."

A growl escaped his throat as he paced toward the tower.

" I could rest and do this tomorrow...but I guess some things just can't wait."


~

The man sitting at the entrance of the icy tower grasped his handgun tightly. He wasn't excactly a fan of being a bodyguard to such a creepy man like Blizzard, but then again, he'd seen those incredibly realistic ice sculptures..

Besides, the man thought, no one would be crazy enough to attack this place..

He loosened the grip on his handgun and adjusted his jacket, scanning the surveyings warily.

A blue haired boy stood at a distance, an arm outstretched.

" Hey," the man called hoarsely, holding up his gun. " This is restricted."

He could've sworn he heard laughter.

A minute later he was flying sideways, spinning a few times before hitting the side of another building with a sickening crunch.

Ao cursed as he began to feel a headache coming on, eyeing the tower.

The entrance was a rusted door, so it didn't seem to be entirely made of ice...

Regardless...might as well do this the old fashioned way.

A swift kick sent the rusted door spiralling backward, revealing a cold dark room. Ao entered, surveying it lazily.

" Usually there's goons behind the door and the whole 'kick it down' thing is funner." He grumbled, starting up the icy stairs.

" Unfortunately, not all of us are stupid enough to do that."

Ao stopped, turning.

A man had emerged from a door he'd missed in the entrance room, wrapped in a blue cloak.

The super blinked, but then he began to scowl.

" I've already kicked enough of Blizzard's goons tonight. I'm trying to save myself up for your head honcho if you don't mind."

His enemy gave a cold laugh, and leaped forward, cloak flapping wildly from the acceleration. Ao saw a flash of silver -- his eyes widened, and he somersaulted through the air, throwing a flaming orb behind him.

The explosion was small -- his assailant easily avoided it, and sent a variety of icy weapons forward.

Ao rolled to the left in desperation, cursing, wondering how he'd let his enemy gain control of the battle so fast..

Two flaming spheres raced forward, peppering the wall. A navy mantle swirled in the smoke as the now uncovered assailant raced through the air, brandishing a blade. All Abaris could see was a flash of teal, but enough for him to fire another projectile...

He heard a scream this time, and the body falling to the ground.

A growl escaped as he pounced, pulling a dagger from his sleeve, the sheath falling to the ground a few feet away.

" So," The super said calmly. " A ninja eh?"

His captive writhed, but Ao held firm.

" Where's your old pal?"

The ninja muttered a few curses under his breath.

" Too bad," Ao sighed, not in a mood to waste time. " Wrong answer."

He plunged the dagger into the assassin's throat before scavenging his person for any things to rob. The sword was too heavy for his taste, but three throwing knives were found amongst his person, which he tucked into various places.

He stood up, brushing himself off. A ringing clapping was heard.

Abaris turned, instinctively summoning an orb of energy.

A second man stepped out, still clapping.

" You've done well, but it seems you're tired."

The engima stopped moving, obscuring himself in the shadows.

Ao stopped his heavy breathing.

" Do I look like I'm tired?" He retorted irritably.

" Yes."

" Well, I am. But that's not the point." The super scowled, realizing he'd been outsmarted.

" The point is I'm about to kick your ass, whoever you are." Ao tensed himself, adopting an odd fighting stance.

" It's been a long time since I've had a good fight." His opponent replied calmly. Ao felt a rush of cold wind.

" You felt that, yes?"

A deep chuckle filled the room.

" They don't call me Blizzard for nothing..."


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It goes to you, envoy.

[envoy of time]

Abaris looked in surprise at the gaunt figure in front of him.

"So your Blizzard huh?You don't look very impressive."He sneered at the baddy.Blizzard mearly flicked his wrist and hit Ao with a shuriken before he could even flinch"Looks can be very deceiving."Blizzard said coolly.

"So why don't you finish me off?"Ao said through gritted teeth.

Blizzard seemed to smirk behind his scarf"Two reasons.One It wouldn't be any fun killing a tired opponent.Two I'm planning something you might want in on."

The next hour was spent with one of Blizzards servants tending to Ao's wound and Blizzard explaining his plans to the young super.

Ao looked in surprise"Wow your really do all that?"

"Only with your help.So are we partners?"He said to extending his hand to Ao.

He looked very unsure."Well..."

Ooh cliffhanger. The balls in your court Djnn.

(Mod)orry about that.Hopfully this is better.

[Shadow Djinn]

I do believe you mean me. I'll post later, don't want to post -too- often, heh.

[Blademaster]

In the mantime, envoy, I suggest you do some editting - I didn't even understand half of that last post.

[Dark Sage]

Name: Dark Angel

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Role: I-Squad Member

Appearance: 6’2”, slim and robust. Wears a costume best described as a cross between Raven’s and a typical Goth – a shirt made into a halter, a short skirt, and a cape and hood like the kind she wore, all black. Her hair is black with a bleached with streak. Her eyes are pale blue.

Personality: Typical of any Goth. Gloomy most of the time, but not unfriendly. She’s more than willing to socialize, but it would take a lot to get her to smile, and even more to get her to laugh.

History: Her real name is Sarah May. She was once just a typical teenager struggling to survive in Jump, when she uncovered a hidden stash of strange books, one of them a journal. She soon discovered that these books were hidden away by Raven shortly before she met her doom.

Despite a warning with the books stating that they were dangerous, Sarah began to study them, and learned eldritch spells and incantations. She was surprised at how easy it seemed, and decided she could do something with them…

But there was a reason why it was easy. The books contained a type of magic that Raven was wary of – dark magic. Sarah now possesses magical powers, but using them is always risky…

Powers: She’s still learning what she can do with the magical energy she has learned. At present she can levitate, use telekinesis, throw bolts of destructive energy, and teleport herself and one or two other people short distances.

Known Weaknesses: The magic that Dark Angel uses is dark magic; although she can use it for good purposes, she must always be wary. If she uses too much of it, she risks it running out of control, and causing terrible disasters. Even worse, she runs the risk of dark forces trying to control her. Evil powers constantly look for those who are skilled in dark magic.

Other: Dark Angel has no connection to Azarath, Trigun, or even really to Raven, other than the fact that her books were once hers. The magic she uses is of a different type. Darkness wears many faces.

[B]* * * * * * * * * *

As Angel chowed on pizza with her two teamates (friends, she hoped), she held a plain wooden box in her hand.

"Daylight..." she muttered, "I wasn't really teasing the Legion, as you put it. I was trying to set up a bargaining chip if any of us get in trouble."

"Angel..." said Daylight. "We're good, they're bad..."

"Are we good?" asked Angel. "That's open for interpretation.

She slowly opened the box, revealing a fancy horn.

"What's in this box holds dark magic of terrible power," she said. "It's an item of ultimate chaos. Something I don't ever dare use. But should Nargel get his claws on one of us, this may be a bargaining chip they wouldn't refuse."

"I see..." said Enigma, somewhat sarcastically. "If one us gets captured, you'd trade us for a horn."

Angel closed the box.

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," she said. "In the meantime, we should be careful...

"...at least one other person is interested in this. I had the strangest feeling our conversation was eavedropped on, but not by one of Carlo's people."

[Waves_of_Darkness]

[b]Name:
Nargel
[b]Age:
??
[b]Gender:
Male
[b]Role:
Legion of Despair, or LoD, Leader
[b]Appearance:
Here is a good close up of his face; long white hair, young complexion, and golden eyes. No, he does NOT have the dog ears. This is a good mostly-full-body picture of him, but there are differences. He is barefoot, but his pants and shirt are black instead of the full red outfit he has on.
And for those of you who think he's cute, take a look at his fighting face. Yeah, I dare you to hug that.
[b]Personality:
Nargel might as well have no soul. He's pure evil, and intends on keeping the city that way. He has no friends, and he's perfectly fine with that. Nargel can't do much one-on-one, but he is a useful asset to the LoD.
[b]History:
This will be incorporated into my first post.
[b]Power(s):
Nargel has one secret power that the I-Squad must discover before they hope to beat the LoD (Legion of Despair.) As for his primary power, Nargel is very strong, and VERY fast. Those who have seen Nargel and lived say that Nargel seems to fade in and out of reality, or as if his molecules are constantly moving around his body.
[b]Known Weakness(es):
Only the pure of heart can hope to stand up to Nargel...
[b]Other:
Anyone up for a game of Go? (This is a hint in order to destroy Nargel... and no, you don't have to beat him in a game of Go.)

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Nargel

[I][size=7pt][color=yellow]Enter: Hell

The Legion of Despair
The full moon hung low in the sky over what was formerly known as Jump City; fragments of the city burned towards the atmosphere, making the moon seem to glow a ghostly red. The darkened light from the moon barely illuminated the shops of the city, leaving alleyways pitch-black and damp. A perfect night for crime. Then again, every night was a perfect night for the villains of Doom city.

At first glance, you wouldn’t recognize it as the base of evil. You’d be walking down the street, past the drug store, and suddenly the road would end, making you turn either left or right. It doesn’t matter which way you take; the road goes in a complete circle from there, all the way around what looks to be a burnt hospital. No harm done.

Forget bringing your aches and pains to this place, however; it’s surrounded by a thick, black-stoned wall, about seven feet tall, and a single steel gate for entry. If one were brave enough (or dumb enough) to cross past the gates, into the grounds, it is said that you are greeted with creatures from hell. Where they come from is anyone’s guess, though many claim that they are from a demon girl, one who has the ability to rip demons from her mind and place them here, in our world.

Beyond the grounds is the building itself; it seems to stand no more than two stories tall, however the air around it can play tricks on the mind. It is black- or is it dark green? No, perhaps a shade of deep purple… The large, rusted handle can be pulled, and then, you enter the base of the Legion of Despair.

Never judge a book by its cover.

One look, and you’ll think you’ve stepped into a black and white television set. The floors are midnight black, and the walls are pure white. Black pillars stretch up towards the ceiling- or are they falling towards the ground? They are too small around to be supporting anything up, perhaps they are just decoration? The walls stretch about sixty yards in width and length, with only one, solid purple door at the other end of the front doorway.

There is nothing in the room… well, almost nothing. There is indeed something. Something so simple, and yet so unbelievably powerful, if put in the wrong hands.

Unfortunately for the good men of the city, the creator of this powerful something still owns it, as he is the only man who knows how to use it- and he is, indeed, the person with the wrong hands.

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I have a lot more written--with Nargel--however I thought that since I can't post at the moment, I thought I would at least get in what the Legion of Despair looks like (so if any LoD member wants to go there, understand that Nargel isn't in that room yet.) Also, any LoD member should know what the secret item is in the middle of the room . If you don't, ask me.

[Houndoom_Lover]

Name: Wiggle Wonder (A.K.A Wiggly...she prefers it..sometimes, more than not.)

Age: 17.

Gender: Female

Role: I-Squad's bestest member evera!

Appearance: She's five feet of bouncy, rubbery joy. Naturally, she has silky blond hair that shimmers and shines with volume, though it somehow remains straight. She has bright bubbily blue happy joyful eyes that want to hug you all, and a constant happy no body's home look on her face should be trademarked. Though her hight is small, her ability to strech to different lengths makes it hard for people to guess it. She just prefers that hight. Her skin is a creamy white, cheek usualy pink or red with blush and wish natural red lips, she's quiet a looker. Thanks to the encasement of chemicals, she had a very womanly body, which is the constant distraction to her Team Mate, which she calls affectionatly 'E'; as in EEEeee! ^-^. Her suit is bright jolly bright pink with blue WW crossing over each other and high rubber light blue boots. Her costume allows her to strech.

Personality: She loves everything! Which makes up for the love of her life's personality flaws. She's freakish chibi like, with a constant happy out look on life, even though she should hate it. Even in battles, she's can stop being bubbily, looking at the bright side of life. Every cloud has a silver lining in Wiggly's world.

History: Came from a rich family, whose mother was a famous model and her father, a wealthy biotecnision. (sp? -_-) Crazed man, who was her Father's second command, snuffed her father and married her mother. He was creating a chemical that could make a soround person type of armor/synthetic skin that pretty much was unbreakable, but still very pliable. Kinda like space-age armor+rubber+stem cells all in one. (omit)...Opps, unforunetly, WW does want her real name known, but anyhow, she snuch into the lab because her Late Father would let her all the time, she found him monologing about how he killed her father. She ran, unfortunetly, is and was rather clusmy, and knocked over stuff. He caught her quicky and shoved her into the chemical tank. This melted her body, and stayed there for seven years....the project was cut. The chemicals evenually took form, with the help of the Human DNA, to the girl we know and love today.

Power(s): She can strech like rubber...even farther! And when she's blown up, she can come back together again.

Known Weakness(es): Ultra cold and then ultra heat. In that order. Also, wip-lash causes her to pause until she recovers.

Other: Her free time is spent on neopets, her name is dragon11153681. She's known to leave a mission early for the Snowager or a IM friend.
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Wiggle Wonder layed on the floor of her room. Her room was painted pink, with pink rugs and pink stuff. The crosword puzzle layed open as she clicked her pen against her perfect bright white teeth.

"Okay...I've got this..." Wiggily said to herself, consentrating very hard by the looks of it. Finially, she wrote the word fish down in an eight letter blank.

"Take that evil crossword puzzle!!" The girl laughed, brushing some blond hair out of her pretty girl face.

There was somthing she needed to do...but what? What could it have been...

"Mr. Snoobby!" She cried, and raced crossed the room to fed her pet hampster. Snoobby squeaked and started to eat as she smiled. (World crappiest post ever -_-)

[Blademaster]

Don't beat yourself up, Houndy. Just make your posts a bit longer and a little more serious when need be, and you'll be fine.

Anyway, Shadow has the right idea - I'll give someone else a chance to take the reins for now.

[Shadow Djinn]

I'll post less after this, I promise.

Maybe..


Abaris - Ao/Long - Neutral
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Think fast.

Ao recalled his past experiences, grimacing, calculating.

I can't take him. Not now. But if I join him I'll be just as pathetic as...

His mind recoiled as he brought back distant memories.

He saw a broad shouldered man, standing by a younger version of himself, green orbs calmly flashing in his palm. His hair was red, flowing, crimson. Green eyes that reflected knowledge. The boy's role model. He spoke soft words, then tossed forward the two glistening orbs. They decimated the wall before them. His pupil attempted to do the same thing and gave a cry as he was thrown back. His teacher brought him to his feet with a kind smile. Brimming adolescent eyes looked up to him brightly.

Then...

Panicked screams pierced the momentary silence. He saw himself once more -- on a tall tower, confused. With his teacher again and three others clad in various outfits, all in deep discussion. A bomb, ticking. The crimson-haired leader barking several commands.

The others nodding, and grabbing the boy roughly, they fled.

Though he did not voice it, the boy had realized something. They weren't heroes. No way no how.

His world had been destroyed.

No...

The single word sounded in his now clear mind.

You're not as low as they are. You're not as low as some pompous man trying to play hero...

Anger surged in his heart.

A smirk flitted across Abaris' face.

The man called Bliizzard should have seen what was coming.

A flash of red began to resonate from the young super, his eyes glinting. Realization pulsed through his assailant.

Flaming embers swirled in an outstretched hand, orb slowly expanding and swelling to a massive size...

" Stop!" The ninja barked, reaching for another shuriken.

An explosion split the silence, smoke clouds rising from the top of the tower.

The shimmering crystal walls shattered as a lone figure dashed past one of the villian's vassals, still glowing.

He felt pain stab his mind, but kept going doggedly, panting, pain coursing through his arms..

The aura began to fade.

His eyes widened, still feeling the flames around him -- his sleeve catching a small ember, a yelp escaping his throat...

A shuriken slashed his wrist and he stumbled, loosing a cry of pain.

He prepared to summon a flaming orb...

But cold stabbed through his entire body.

His palm twitched, and he grabbed for the itchy feeling he felt. His eyes widened as he saw an icy sickle in his fingers.

A roar split the air as he dashed forward with a burst of speed, ignoring the blue zephyr speeding forward -- feeling cold steel rip through his shoulder.

In the night a black shadow leapt from the tower, watching the ground come closer and closer.

He saw a building to his left, doggedly grasping for the brick wall.

His hand spasmed with pain as he latched onto the roof edge.

Abaris hung there in the night, gasping for breath. But amidst all the pandemonium he had just endured, he let a grin cross his face.

" I'm not playing hero."

And in the shadows a throaty laugh pierced the frosty air.
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Rather chaotic post there. The fall wasn't how I planned it -- but I had to get out somehow. As anyone whose just been cut apart, he'll be spending a lot of time healing. Sorry if it seems a bit godmoding (or whatever else), I'll edit it if necessary. The next few posts I make will probably be reminescing, you're free to chase after me if you wish Envoy, but he won't put up much of a fight.

[envoy of time]

Blizzard stood in the ruins of what was once the entrance to his lair looking through the whole which Abaris used to escape and sighed "Going after him would be to much trouble."he said shaking his head.

He then concentrated and began to repair said hole when he felt something close to his chest pulsate.
"What now?"He asked no one in particular as he pulled the stone from his robe which glowed with an unexplainable light."Great a bigger headache."He mummbled ending his work on the hole and snapped his fingers.

Two guards not unlike the one Abris killed appeared from the shadows and bowed."What is your bidding master?" they spoke in unison."I'm going into town.Clean up the mess our "friend" left, Get rid of the body, Keep this place safe, and no wild parties."Blizzard instructed his ninja as he walked out the door too his secret agenda.

Okay Shadow your off the hook for now.I've currently got other fish to fry or freeze as the case may be.

[Blademaster]

OOC: Well, while the action is subsided...

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Enigma

Enigma munched silently on a slice of mushroom pizza.

Enigma wasn't a very social person, in case you haven't figured that out already. More often than not, he worked alone; he only worked with his four teammates because he knew he couldn't defeat the Legion of Despair alone.

That was how he felt years ago, when he'd first founded the I-Squad. Though he didn't like much of anybody, his four teammates did grow on him over time.

'Like fungus.' he would often think bitterly.

Enigma's teammates were very strange, just like him; they were all alone, just like him. (Well, for the most part anyway.)

In a way, they were almost like family to him.

But that still didn't mean he had to like them.

Enigma couldn't help but comment once or twice, taking another bite of his pizza as he listened to Dark Angel's story.

But as she finished, two things happened.

The first was that Dark Angel just told him something he didn't want to hear at all.

The second was that a thought came to Enigma's mind that only made him think of something he REALLY didn't want to hear.

"So let me see if I've got this right." he said in his typical snide manner. "You have access to 'an item of ultimate chaos,' which Nargel could probably use to make himself king of the ****ing world like that-"

He snapped his fingers.

"-and, so, what do you do? You seek out Nargel's third-in-command, tell him about it, and you think someone overheard your story?"

Dark Angel simply nodded.

Enigma's upper lip raised a little...

And then, he brought his fist down on the table, fast and hard enough to tear through it like paper, ripping a large wedge of wood and paint out of his side of the table.

Daylight and Dark Angel barely flinched.

"GODDAMN IT!" Enigma roared. "WHAT THE **** WERE YOU THINKING!?! THIS CITY IS THE BIGGEST SHITHOLE ON EARTH!! YOU CAN'T EVEN BREATHE WITHOUT EVERY SCUMBAG WITHIN SIX BLOCKS CRAWLING OUT OF THE WOODWORK AND LISTENING!! NOT TO MENTION CARLO IS GONNA TELL NARGEL ABOUT THIS THING THE FIRST CHANCE HE GETS, AND WHAT'LL HAPPEN THEN!? HE AND HIS ****ING GOONS WILL COME AND TEAR THIS PLACE APART LOOKING FOR IT!!"

Enigma paused to take a breath.

"The Legion knows about this thing now." he snarled. "And so does God-knows-who-else. It won't be long before every other asshole in the city knows, too.

****ing perfect."

[Mystic_clown]

Monte Carlo
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The Horn of Probability huh? A very interesting artifact indeed, a true gambler's dream.

Monte Carlo tapped his chin with his cane in thought as he leaned back in his chair. If he had such a horn, he'd never loose. He'd be the luckiest man in the world. Noone could stop him.

Then again, chance had always been a passion of Monte's. If he had some way to determine the outcome of every game, what wa the point? Where's the fun in playing when you know you'll win. That's why alays loved dice games and card games. There's always that chance you'll loose.

Another thing was bothering the gambling supervillian. Why had Dark Angel told him all this? Further more, she said she'd bring the horn at their next meeting. That horn would give the Legion ultimate power, you'd think super heroes would want to keep such stuff a SECRET. Monte could only draw three conclusions from it all.

1. She wanted to switch sides...
2. She had something planned...
3. She was really, really stupid...

Monte Carlo knew he could rule out the third option. He knew these kids long enough to know they weren't complete morons. So what was that girl planning? Maybe she was just taunting him and they were planning to use the horn on them. If so, why the hell tell him about it? Keeping it a secret would work much better.

He'd just never understand heroes. Being a super villian's much more simple.

He looked back at the devil dice he was once again toying with in his hand. Still even if he had no idea why she'd tell him all this, and he wasn't sure whether HE wanted it or not, there were others who would be very interested to know. Mainly he's partners in the Legion.

Yes, they'd be very interested in this little piece of information.

[Dark Sage]

Dark Angel sighed as she walked into her room.

Enigma was hard to work with, even harder to like. But he was kind of growning on her too.

She chanted a spell and a small portal appeared in the air. She stashed the small box inside it and it vanished.

Not even Nargel would be able to steal it from there. Not unless he had time to search the infinity of the dimension where sorcerers like her stored such things.

She hated only telling half-truths, but she would have gladly used the Horn of Change it affecting the laws of probability were all it did. And it did that well...

But there were many things she was keeping secret, both from her Carlo, and her teamates.

After all, she didn't want her teamates to use the Horn of Change any more than Enigma wanted Nargel to use it.

[Waves_of_Darkness]

[b]Name:
Nargel
[b]Age:
??
[b]Gender:
Male
[b]Role:
Legion of Despair, or LoD, Leader
[b]Appearance:
Here is a good close up of his face; long white hair, young complexion, and golden eyes. No, he does NOT have the dog ears. This is a good mostly-full-body picture of him, but there are differences. He is barefoot, but his pants and shirt are black instead of the full red outfit he has on.
And for those of you who think he's cute, take a look at his fighting face. Yeah, I dare you to hug that.
[b]Personality:
Nargel might as well have no soul. He's pure evil, and intends on keeping the city that way. He has no friends, and he's perfectly fine with that. Nargel can't do much one-on-one, but he is a useful asset to the LoD.
[b]History:
This will be incorporated into my first post.
[b]Power(s):
Nargel has one secret power that the I-Squad must discover before they hope to beat the LoD (Legion of Despair.) As for his primary power, Nargel is very strong, and VERY fast. Those who have seen Nargel and lived say that Nargel seems to fade in and out of reality, or as if his molecules are constantly moving around his body.
[b]Known Weakness(es):
Only the pure of heart can hope to stand up to Nargel...
[b]Other:
Anyone up for a game of Go? (This is a hint in order to destroy Nargel... and no, you don't have to beat him in a game of Go.)

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Nargel

[I][size=7pt][color=yellow]Speak of the Devil

Family Issues in the Past
[color=blue][I]“It’s so satisfying to see them angry,” Taisho crooned with a deep voice. His evil aura was terrifying even to the dark that enveloped him. Two thugs, who were buddies just a minute ago, were now slashing at each other’s throats in the middle of the street, outside of the Legion of Despair’s lair. Taisho looked around from the roof of the building and saw another couple on the corner, getting into a small spat with each other over… something, he couldn’t make it out.

He grinned, and snapped his fingers… the expression on the woman’s face, who was only just a bit peeved, suddenly grew livid, and then turned into extreme hate. “I’ll kill you! I hate you! You must die!” raved the woman to her confused husband. She suddenly pulled out a pistol from her undergarments (probably for safety in this city,) and shot her husband square in the head. Seconds later, the woman dropped the gun, and ran screaming into the night about what she had done.

Taisho laughed. “It’s fun to play with their emotions!” he exclaimed. “Just a snap of my fingers, and even the most minute of feelings can be amplified! Anger, love, aggravation… multiply a young couple’s annoyance for each other’s little things in life into an all-out blood bath for each other’s throats, and you’ve got yourself a show! Are you watching this, Nargel? Nargel!”
Taisho looked over his shoulder to see his son sitting on the ground, hunched over. Nargel’s long white hair covered his face and sat on the floor.
“Nargel, why won’t you join me here? If you’re to rule in the near future, then you must begin acting like a ruler!”
Nargel sat up straight, his hair pulling back to rest on his chest. His head turned towards his father.

Nargel had the face any mother would love. It was soft, young, and perfect in every way. His pupils gleamed in a golden color. His long white hair clashed against his black, baggy shirt and pants. Oddly enough, Nargel did not wear shoes. He preferred to feel the ground beneath his feet. Certainly not your average demon.

There was one thing about Nargel that made him extremely different from the other members of the Legion of Despair; for some reason, he seemingly was not born with any powers. As it can be imagined, this was a huge shock to Taisho to find that his son, the son of the most feared demon of the entire world, was seemingly… human.

Taisho, on the other hand, had two powers; his first (and “useless” power, as Taisho calls it,) was super speed. Taisho could move so fast, it was almost as if he was transporting from one spot to another. His second power was to take someone’s emotions and increase them to maximum potential. Any sign of hatred or sadness, and Taisho would have you either loathing someone, or wishing you were dead.

“Go?” Nargel said, and he pointed to a game board, seated in front of him. Black and white stones littered the board.
Nargel’s father heaved a deep sigh. “No, Nargel, when are you going to learn? Get rid of this game, it’s a useless game by humans. I don’t even know why you bothered collecting all of those stones in order to even play, that must have taken hours… STOP IT!” Taisho roared, as Nargel picked up another black stone and placed it on the board. Taisho stormed towards Nargel, and kicked the wooden board. He then picked Nargel up by the shirt, and held him in midair. “ARE YOU MY SON, OR AREN’T YOU? YOU PITIFUL EXCUSE FOR A…” Suddenly, he stopped. “Ah,” Taisho chuckled, “I sense a bit of resentment towards me, eh?”
Nargel was struggling to breath in midair. He was indeed a little peeved that his father had destroyed his Go board. “Well? What do you want to do to me, son? I feel your anger… USE IT!!”

Nargel’s hatred suddenly burst forth in his heart; Taisho was using his powers to bring out Nargel’s hate. “C’mon, stop being such a loser and act like a man!”
Nargel couldn’t answer, however he looked at his father with fire in his eyes. His blackened heart seethed for his father’s blood.
“I will kill you… I will eat you… consume you…”
Nargel’s jaw suddenly unhinged; his mouth began to grow very quickly into an enormous size.
“What the hell is going-…” Taisho began.
Moments later, Nargel’s mouth had enveloped his father.

After a few swift chomps and gulps, Taisho was gone.

Nargel’s mouth slowly returned to normal. His body writhed- every atom in him seemed to be speeding up, vibrating at tremendous speeds. His eyes began to glow a sickly red.
“AAAHH!!” Nargel screamed, his hollow voice echoed through the night. He felt like his brain was melting.
“No… nooo…”
He stumbled down the stairs, back into the building, and continued to moan while holding his head.
“NOOO!!”
Nargel ran down the stairs- no, he practically flew down the stairs. Everything around him was moving in slow motion, so slow it was almost as if time had stopped.
“NOOOOOOOO!!!”
He sped out of the Legion of Despair doors, tearing them from their hinges. The pavement behind him cracked and set ablaze behind him as he tore town the street. He ran and jumped; he was going so fast he jumped hundreds of feet in the air, and landed on a very tall building. Nargel finally stopped, and screamed at the moon.

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The Now
“So silent. ‘Tis always quiet, nowadays,” Nargel thought.

[I]A pouch tied to Nargel’s side jingled; it sounded like small marbles bumping together.[I]

“Who’s there? Nobody’s there. Nobody’s ever there, get it together, get it together, nobody’s ever been there, get some friends, I don’t need friends I got Go and myself, I don’t need YOU, GET OUT OF MY HEAD, GET OUT OF MY BODY!”

Silence.

“Soon… soon, you will be gone, yes, soon I will be free, and you will be useless father, such a useless father, I’ll keep your powers, you are nothing, I HATE you, you ****ing father of my pitiful family…”

Nargel pulls a few small black stones from his pouch.

“There is a way… oh yes, there is a way to get rid of you… I must have it… the horn…”

After a few preparations…

“Come to me, my fellow Legion members. I have a request…”

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As “The Now” section suggests, Nargel doesn’t pay too much attention to his surroundings; however whenever another person is around, he comes back into reality a little bit more. Oh, and Nargel is calling the Legion members to him (you guys know what to do, Blizzard’s already started.)

[envoy of time]

Blizzard stared at the seemingly abandoned hospital before before him."Cozy."He murmered as he steped inside.After shuting the door he was nearly tackled as Nargal appeared with out warning."Gah!You I hate it when you do that!"Blizzard said in surprise.Nargel smiled"Hehehe. The cold one is frightened."

The Next thing Nargel knew Blizzard had him by the front of his shirt with an icicle at his throat."I'm never frightened."He said icily as he droped his leader."So any one else here yet."Blizzard asked leaning on the door,spining the icicle on his finger."No but soon we will be all together."Nargle said pacing twards the middle of the room."What ever you whackadoo."Blizzard said making himself a place to sit.

Okay that's enough damage for one day.

[Dark Sage]

Dark Angel sat in her room in the dark. Her legs were crossed, and her eyes were closed. Slowly, she breathed in and out. In and out.

The meditation was necessary. It helped her control the dark magic, and kept it from controling her.

Slowly it came to her...

He wants it... she thought. That fiend Nargel wants it... Seems I've planted the desire in him...

She paused.

But he knows... He knows what the rules are for the Horn of Change...

Even if I carried it with me right into his headquarters, he couldn't ambush me and steal it... He couldn't kill me and take it from my corpse...

There's only one way to own the Horn of Change...

[Blademaster]

Enigma

A short while after Enigma had finished 'talking' to Dark Angel and Daylight, the I-Squad leader had retired to his room.

Enigma's room was pretty much all that could be expected of him: the walls were blood-red and covered with posters of dark and ominous figures (None of which were villians, oddly.), not to mention more than a couple of nude women. His bed consisted of a worn mattress atop a worn boxspring, made with a black blanket and pillows. Hid dresser and nightstand were old and chipped, and his dek and floor looked like they hadn't been cleaned since the bicentennial. Even his electronics and other possessions were dusty and outdated.

In short, Enigma's room looked like a disaster area; the walls and windows were cracked and broken in several spots, partly from years of abandonment and partly from Enigma's frequent 'tantrums.'

At the moment, Enigma was still quite hot under the collar (literally, actually) over what Dark Angel had told him, but the small amount of faith he had in his teammates calmed him down enough to stop worrying about Dark Angel and her Horn of... whatever she called it.

After all, he had other things on his mind right now.

'OK, Cliff,' he thought as he booted up his computer, 'you'd better be right about this...'

Enigma's fingers flew over the keyboard at breakneck speed as he pulled up a Google search page.

'Let's see now...' he thought. He typed ' "Doom City," "criminal," -"Legion of Pain," "current events," "electricity," "armor" ' into the Search Bar and clicked 'Go.'

......

'0 matches found.'

"Damn it." Enigma muttered, deleting "electricity" and "armor" from the Search Bar and trying again.

'13,697 matches found.'

"Damn it..." Enigma growled. "****ing Google."

Enigma put his fist to his mouth and tried a different approach, pulling up a map of Doom City instead. He enlarged the map so that it prominently displayed every area of Doom City north and northwest of the I-Squad Tower. He pulled up all recent criminal activities in the area.

Enigma scowled - at least 100 or so red spots appeared on the screen.

'Criminal is too broad in this city.' he thought. 'Let's try... vigilante.'

Enigma switched the settings on the map; almost all the red spots vanished, leaving eleven spots still on the map. Realizing most of those were from his team, he quickly switched the settings again so that all I-Squad involvements were erased.

Eight of the eleven spots vanished.

Enigma raised an eyebrow. The last three markers were spaced apart random distances at different areas of the city, one of which he noticed was near what was once Jump City Hall...

'Well...' the transforming anti-hero thought, clicking on the marker. A new page came up.

As Enigma read it, his face contorted in concentration, confusion, annoyance, confusion again, annoyance again, anger, deep thought, and finally, more annoyance.

'Damn it all.' Enigma thought, X-ing out the map and forgotten Google search page before turning his computer off. He got up and walked over to the window, looking out over the dark metropolis.

'Who is this guy?'

[Mystic_clown]

Monte Carlo
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Hmm, I wonder what Nargel wants. Maybe the Dark Angel girl told him about the horn as well.

The brunette stepped into the halls of the Legion's headquarters. Monte often wondered why they chose an abandoned hosptial a their base. You think that being in power for so long, they'd get themselves a REAL base built.

He shrugged. Couldn't be helped...yet. It was mainly for this reason he chose to stay at his casino.

He entered the main room to see that Blizzard was already there. The two didn't always get along. Blizzard thought that Monte always prefered having fun rather then doing his job, and Monte thought he needed to loosen up.

I mean, what was the point of being a super villian if you couldn't have fun while doing it?

Hello guys," he said casually as he sat down at his seat at the table.

[The_Missing_Link]

OOC: Sorry, I was busy with college and I've come down with a sinus infection so I'll be hampered by that for a while


Name: Wyvern
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Role: Definitely not evil but some of the I-Squad members irk her (pretty much Enigma and Wiggly) so she limits her contact with them
Appearance: Wyvern stands at 5'6 and is thin and sort of pale but doesn't look sickly and is in fact quite strong. Her hair is a chocolate brown that lies straight down a little past her shoulders although when she's on duty, it's in a ponytail. Her eyes are a mix of blue, gray and green and are quite penetrating when you look at them. Her outfit is a black leotard with a matching skirt covering her midsection (think ice skating outfit but less frilly). She wears black boots and her eyes are covered by a sapphire mask (think Batgirl from the Batman movie). Her civilian clothes are jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt
Personality: She's a strong willed person who's not afraid to speak up and express her opinion. She can be a good leader when she wants to be but is content with following or just doing her own thing. Both on and off duty, she's a pleasant person to get along with and knows when to have a good time but destroying the Legion of Despair is in the forefront of her mind
History: Her real name is Aidan Kendrick and likes to be called that when in her civilian clothes. When she was ten, she discovered upon a plain looking black box while rumaging through the basement (she was bored). She would have ignored it except that it eminated such power that she had to look inside. She opened up the box to discovered it held a flat silver rendering of a dragon's head that had sapphire eyes with an iron chain attached (full pic - the dragon is navy blue with black splotches instead of golden brown). Instantly drawn in, Aidan put the chain over her head and as it lay on her chest, she felt an immense power course through her body. At first, she felt frightened but then oddly at peace. She went upstairs to show her parents the strange artifact and her father mentioned that it was the family heirloom. They didn't know how it was found but that the family had it for many generations old and the pendant was probably older than that due to its perfect condition. That night, she had a dream about discovering the pendant's powers and using them to defeat the people who were controlling Doom City. Already disgusted with the way the city was taken over by villians, she told her parents of her dream the next morning and declared that she was going to use the amulet's powers and restore the city to the way it was. Her parents were hesitant but eventually agreed since they saw what the Teen Titans did when they were younger.

The next three years she trained in secret until one day, Aidan decided to go off on her own so her training and power could expand. She packed her things and during the night, she was barely able to escape and make her way to the nearest town. For the past six years, she's been training and fighting off evil whenever and wherever she can.
Power(s): She's been given the basic dragon powers: flight, the ability to breathe fire, hardened skin so less damage is done to her, and her nails can extend and become as hard and sharp as diamonds
Known Weakness(es): Obviously, only wearing the amulet grants her dragon powers. Without it, she's just a normal girl who knows hand-to-hand combat. It can be stolen but her bond with it is so strong that she will know what direction it's in. Also, her strength depends on how powerful she can be. The amulet is ancient and incredibly powerful but will not grant its fullest power to her until she becomes stronger herself


Wyvern - Rogue
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In a dark alleyway, Wyvern stared down at the two punks in disgust as one laid flat out cold and the other was groaning in pain and bleeding profusely from the nose. It was a pastime of hers to show the common crooks that there was someone always out there watching them but one of them happened to make an unfortunate remark about raping her and it's never wise to talk about such things in front of a superhero so she did was anyone else would do and kicked their asses. As she flew back up into the sky, she hoped that they would possibly think twice about what they were getting themselves into but ever since Jump City was taken over by the Legion of Despair, it was hard to live a normal, uncorrupt life.

As she hovered above the city, she sighed as she did every night. Doom City still had a few remnants of Jump City's reign but for the most part, it was a dump. To the East was Blizzard's domain, an icy lair where few came in and fewer left. Across the city was the Entertainment District, where Monte Carlo ruled supreme and catered to the rich and stupid. It made sense that he resided across town since it was well known that Monte and Blizzard didn't care for each other even though they served under the same master.

Speaking of which...Wyvern looked to the north and found Nargel's lair, home to the most evil of them all. Despite looking at all three areas each night, she was still unable to think of a definite way to destroy them for good. Of course she couldn't do it alone but ever since the downfall of the Teen Titans, no group of superheroes were ever able to band together to defeat a great evil, thus how Doom City came to be.

Wyvern sighed again and decided to make her to the Entertainment District, which was corrupt but at least festively corrupt. As she traveled lower above the buildings, she happened to spot Monte Carlo walking on his own. She wasn't that stupid to take him on alone but she was curious as to where he was going. She flew in the direction opposite to him as to not raise suspicion and then redoubled her tracks before spotting him turning around a corner. She flew down and hovered quietly behind before he stopped under a street lamp. She raised an eyebrow as Dark Angel was already standing under the light.
Are they going to fight? she wondered. Maybe the other I-Squad members are hiding somewhere.
But it wasn't the case as the two starting chatting. Luckily for Wyvern, her hearing was good enough on it own and she heard them discuss an item called the Horn of Change. Obviously, it's importance didn't register with the dragon hero until its powers were explained. Dark Angel soon left and Wyvern quickly took that as a sign for her departure. She started rubbing the warm amulet around her neck as she made her way back to her living quarters.
"Why would she talk to him about something that powerful?" she mused. "Most likely, it's just bait to lure him in but if she knows where it is, why doesn't she use its power to destroy the Legion? Perhaps there's a deadly consequence in using the horn but it seems rather foolhardy to throw her knowledge of its location out into the open. And since she was alone, it's likely her teammates don't know about its existance either. She's either really clever or just plain idiotic."

[Shadow Djinn]

Abaris - Ao/Long - Neutral

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Wheeze.

A ragged figure stumbled along a narrow alleyway, clutching his shoulder with a bloodied hand.

Wheeze.

Blood spattered the ground with each hollow step the figure took, throwing off his coat in disgust.

Wheeze.

An ice cold eye examined a now crimson silk shirt, trying to ignore the pain that wracked his gaunt frame.

He turned, attempting to summon a flamy orb but failing, and letting out a loud curse.

Red hands fumbled for a knob, grasping frantically before coming upon the small handle and pulling back..

" Damnit." Ao muttered, eyeing his gloves as he stepped into his secluded hideaway.

He eyed the messy matress and the battered laptop -- his only real possession technically, and scowled.

With a sigh he heaved himself onto the ragged matress, looking at the gray forboding walls.

" I'm going to be like this for a while..." Ao muttered, fumbling for the bandages under his bed.

Triumphantly he pulled out a long strand of white cloth, ripping open his bloody shirt and began wrapping it around the large wound he had been dealt.

" Just like with Fei. Bah."

Images swirled around him -- he saw that younger, eager version of himself once more with an oriental man by his side, fighting a dark clad assailant..

His companion shouted something at the enemy, tossing a black dagger forward -- slashing a sleeve but inflicting no flesh damage.

His younger self shuffled uneasily, charging up a fiery orb.

His enemy preyed on such fear, and lunged forward with a roar, gleaming black blade slashing down the shoulder..

The boy gave a cry, falling over, blood spattering the ground.

His companion was on the villain in a minute, his own katana drawn, slashing wildly..



The dark teenager scowled, shaking away the images. His blue hair had become undone in the scuffle, he silently noted, before laying back on the matress again.

Looks like I'm stuck here for a bit. A sigh escaped before Abaris tiredly shuffled into sleep.


OoC: Crappy post yea, but eh.

[Heald]

Stasis

As Stasis turned around to head back to the lair, his HUD registered an airbound presence. He looked around and his nightvision immediately kicked in. Flying very low, in the shadows of the other buildings, was a dragon-like entity. S/he had also been listening in the conversation. This could cause a problem for his own plans. He quickly turned back and engaged a stasis field, about 100 metres in diameter. Luckily only he and the dragon were caught in it - Carlo must've picked a location where no one lived.

At first the dragon entity was bewildered, so Stasis called out,
"You! Come here! I want to talk to you!"
The dragon flew down towards him and he could see it was actually a girl, who just had dragon features. He hadn't seen her before, but she could have been a member of the Legion - he readied his power-pole.
"Who are you? What dimension is this you have taken me to?"
Stasis smiled.
"Don't be alarmed - this is simply a Stasis field - a bubble in time and space. When I disengage the field, we will be standing in Doom City once again. I have just engaged the field for...privacy."
He began to downsize the field to only about 10 metres for subtlety and to save power.
"Now, girl, how much of Carlo's conversation did you hear?"
She scowled.
"First of all, I'm not just a girl, you can call me Wyvern. Second of all, why shouldn't I just beat you up right now, creep?"
Stasis smirked; this girl was definitely a handful, and as long as he kept his cool, she shouldn't be too much of a pest.
"Okay, Wyvern, I'm guessing you eavesdropped on Carlo and the goth because you are trying to take down the Legion, am I right?"
Her fists clenched.
"Why? What's it to you?"
"I'm simply a soldier in the fight to bring down the Legion too."
She began to relax.
"Okay, so lets say hypothetically I do want to take the Legion down; as I said, what's it to you?"
"I'm guessing you heard about the Horn of Change?"
"Yeah?"
"This I-Squad - they're a bunch of juvenile jokes, and no doubt if Carlo and the Legion get their filthy hands on that Horn, we'll all pretty much screwed, and with those punks protecting it? It's just an accident waiting to happen."
"So what do you propose?"
"If you help me recover the horn from the goth before the Legion steal it for themselves, I can use my technology to throw it into a space-time anomaly, erasing it from existence."
I awaited her answer.

[The_Missing_Link]

OOC: Actually, Wyvern is a normal looking girl


Wyvern
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Wyvern sneered at the man as he made his proposal. The Cyborg clone's presence and the way he captured her didn't sit right plus his motives for obtaining the horn seemed different than with the way he handled himself. It was one big contradiction.
"It's true that some of the members of the I-Squad are less than pleasant to be around but they are no fools. In fact, I think Dark Angel is the most capable of them all. It would rather fight beside them and make sure the Horn was in good hands rather than team up with a complete stranger to obtain it. Besides, having the Horn would probably be more trouble than it's worth."

She could tell that her dismissive and nonchalant attitude didn't sit well with him as his face contorted in a frown. Either he didn't expect her to refuse his proposal or he was just overconfident but Wyvern could sense that he wasn't too pleased.
"So, what now?" she asked. "I seriously doubt you could hold me in this statis field forever and I'm all but ready to fight my way out of here."

[Blademaster]

OOC: Awwwww, nobody likes Enigma... No wonder the poor guy is so ****ed up.

Anyway, while we're waiting for Heald/TML and Tsuki/Ghost to finish up...

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Enigma

A bored Enigma trudged down the hall a short while later. He had an idea, but as much as he hated to admit it, he needed help.

But who could he ask? Sting?

'No,' he thought, 'that guy creeps me out.'

Dark Angel?

Enigma's fists ignited, providing his answer to that idea...

Wiggly?

'Well, it's either her or Daylight.' he thought. 'Wiggly's more trustworthy, but she has rubber for brains... Daylight on the other hand isn't stupid, but I wouldn't trust her with my life either...'

Enigma stopped and looked at the door to his immediate right - a door covered with stickers and rushed doodles.

The door to Wiggly's room.

Enigma sighed and looked down the hall. Then he glanced back at the door.

'God damn it all.' Enigma thought, his brow furrowing as he made his choice - he walked up to Wiggly's door and knocked.

[Houndoom_Lover]

The door flug open, nearly killing Big E.

Wiggily had the world biggest smile on her face. She had four hampsters sitting on her head and a crossword puzzle in her hand.

"What's a four letter word for underwater critter?" She asked, as Ruby the brown hampster lept from her head to Enigma's.

"Oh, when did you get back? The Swans truck has been here TWICE! We'll have to move again, and I was watching that show with the fat black lady again, doesn't her hair make her face look small? Oh! We're out of milk..or sour cream, I'm not sure, but that strange girl who delivers our newspaper ate whatever is was. So," She held up her newspaper," This is from last Friday, she's so evil like that!" Wiggily said all this in like that same breath so it took about five seconds to spit out. "You look stress out, the lady said that's bad for your health." She would have just continued to talk and talk.

[Dark Sage]

Dark Angel tossed and turned in bed, half-awake.

She had more nightmares than other people.

Of course, it was hard to tell which were real nightmares, and which were whisperings from demons, trying to make deals. She had gotten a few of those ever since she had started to use dark magic.

She ignored them all now...

The ONE time she answered one... Well, that was how she got the Horn of Change, but she had been forced to place a terrible wager against it.

She sat up in bed. She sighed.

Sometimes she wished she was like Wiggly. That girl was so full of joy. Not a care in the world, even in a city ruled by evil...

Dark Angel thought for a minute.

...

Wonder if Wiggly would like to go out for breakfast?

[Blademaster]

OOC: Crap, I knew I forgot something yesterday.

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Enigma

Enigma stared emotionlessly at his girlfriend as she foamed at the mouth, talking about everything and nothing simultaneously. As if that weren't bad enough, one of her hamsters was now asleep in his hair as he waited for her to finish.

One would probably be surprised that Enigma would actually wait for her to finish. Truth be told, he'd have snapped and told anyone else to shut the **** up a long time ago, but he knew better, ever since a few months after he and Wiggly had first met. She was just as talkative then as she currently was, and Enigma was just as crass, but he didn't know just how emotional she was yet; he snapped at her during one of her rants, scaring the poor rubber girl half to death.

The result was bad - Wiggly ran back into her room crying and didn't come out for days. Even after she finally seemed to calm down, she still scrunched herself into a ball for weeks whenever Enigma got too close to her. If not for Enigma pulverizing a would-be rapist who she actually figured out meant her harm, she'd still likely be a nervous wreck around him.

When Wiggly finally paused to take a breath (which wasn't until she'd literally deflated a decent amount), Enigma made his move:

"Yeah, that's great." he muttered, grabbing the hamster perched on his head and dropping it in Wiggly's hair. "Listen, I have some... field work to do tomorrow."

"Field?" Wiggly asked, her eyes sparkling as she sucked in a deep breath, reinflating herself. "Like a fied trip?! Oh, that sounds great! I'll get my picnic basket and we can go to-"

"No, not a field trip." Enigma interrupted flatly. "Research. I know that isn't really your forte, but I want you to come with me. The rest of the Squad can watch the Tower, but I may-"

Enigma wasn't even half done before Wiggly's arms surged forward and wrapped around him like snakes.

"Oooooooh, I'd love to!" she squealed. "Me and my Big E on a secret mission! This is gonna be so much fun. I'll get my picnic basket and pack us some lunches and get my picnic basket and then we can go out and..."

As Wiggly droned on and on, Enigma began having second thoughts about his idea...

But then, he glanced down over her shoulder, staring at her butt as he often did.

'Then again,' he thought with a sly grin, 'maybe a little private time with Wiggly won't be so bad after all...'

[Mystic_clown]

Monte Carlo
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The gambling genius' head sat on his palm as he gave out a bored sigh. Where the hell was everyone? It was just him, Blizzard and Nergal. He and the iceman didn't get along and Nergal wasn't much of a conversationalist. He knew very well the meeting wouldn't start until everyone was here. Where the bloody hell were they?

He toyed with his demon dice in his hand. He was almost tempted to 'accidently' drop them just to 'accidently' summon something to cure his boredom. But, knowing his comrades, namely Blizzard, it would just end badly.

So, for the moment, Monte Carlo was just going over all he knew on the people he knew, mainly those I-Squad kids.

The Enigma guy is one angry kid. Monte often wondered why he was fighting against them and hadn't joined them. He would have made a nice addition to the Legion. Unfortunately he had to be a goody two shoes and now he was just a pain in the side.

His girlfriend Wiggily was a rather confusing character. She just seemed so...happy. While Monte found her fun loving attitude refreshing (he considered himslf surrounded by killjoys), the way she just went on and on can get on a man's last nerve. How the heck Enigma put up with her was a mystery. But then again, being able to stretch would have some advantages.

Monte chuckled at his own though.

Dark Angel was a mystery. She seemed like the typical gothic occultist who was into legends and that stuff. She was a lot like Raven from the legendary Teen Titans. He often wondered why she was fighting on the side of good. She didn't seem like the kind of person to care about this world and more importantly, she told him about the Horn of Change. Why the heck did she do that?

Then there was Daylight, little miss plant girl. Oddly enough, Monte found her the most interesting. He was more interested in her than in her powers. He liked to get a bit of background on his enemies, but Daylight's interesting him. He knew that she'd spent some time in a coma, but often wondered what she was like before hand. It seemed even she didn't know.

Maybe I should ask her some time. It would be nice to get to know them better.

He looked around the room. The others still weren't here yet. He let out another bored sigh.


Um, where's the rest of the Legion?