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Post by Zelus on Jul 11, 2015 3:28:42 GMT -5
It wasn’t unusual for sirens to be heard in Chicago, in fact, it was pretty common place as with most large cities. The sirens in Chicago today however were particularly loud in an area surrounding a block of apartments. Ambulances, police cars and fire trucks crowded the road below with uniformed people scattered about the place. There were a set of barriers in place around the block keeping people from getting close. The apartment block in question was relatively normal looking, until you looked up to about mid-way up the tower. Ice covered four windows at the centre, in fact the more you looked at it, the more it seemed like the ice was growing. The bricks around the windows too had turned white blue, covered in frost.
Within the room behind the windows sat a girl, no more than about thirteen. Her head was in her hands, frost covered her clothing, with ice and snow covering everything else around her. Snowflakes swirled in the air around her in a sort of weak whirlwind. By now the entire apartment was covered in snow and ice, with the apartments above and below also beginning to freeze. Fortunately anyone who lived in the block had been evacuated, whilst they decided what to do with the girl. Outside in the hall, the ice and snow leaked out, and there stood a frozen police officer with a hand on the door. Having been the first responder, the guy had attempted to talk to the girl, but made things worse and this had been the result. Now the officers were too scared to enter the building, for fearing being frozen would happen to them too. Sooner or later they would decide to act, and with the loss of one of their officers, shooting the girl was on the table. Give that the ice had spread much in the hour since the incident, it was looking more and more likely that’s what they were going to have to do.
It seemed almost hopeless as the girl sat there, sobbing, unable to control her powers. She’d killed a police officer on accident, and nothing she tried seemed to do anything. All she felt she could do was to sit there, frozen like everything else around her. That was until there was a boom and suddenly the sound of an engine could be heard. Wiping her eyes of ice crystals, she looked out of the window to see red light filtering through the ice. The shadow of a man could be seen too, though as the ice was foggy, she couldn’t actually see through to what it was.
On the other side of the ice floated the non-native Rocketeer. His back to the window, he looked down at the uniforms below. He shook his head calmly. He’d arrived after noticing the lights on a flyby of the city. Something was terribly wrong with this situation, he had seen this countless times before in the past few years and quite honestly he was sick of it. Whenever someone’s powers activated publically there was always some kind of panic. Sometimes people would actually get hurt, and whilst fear was acceptable, kneejerk reactions were not. His people needed help, and that’s what they would get. It was lucky he was around; this time he could stop something like this from happening to another kid. He didn’t want to read another paper with the headline ‘Mutant Killed After Incident’. Things like that happened all too often. Sometimes he wondered if anyone actually wanted to help those with powers.
Once he had a good view of the situation, he glanced around and moved closer to the ice. Knocking on it he called. “Hey uh… I haven’t a clue if you can hear me but uh. I’m here to help. Could you just give me five-ten minutes to deal with these guys down on the ground first before I come to see you? Okay? Uh... good, I’ll take the silence as an okay… Eh, who am I kidding, you’re probably not even close to the window.” Rocketeer called, before shaking his head and turning to look down at the ground below. The engine burst into life again and suddenly, he shot down to the ground and landed outside of the apartment building. Once he was on the ground, he peered around taking note of those looking at him. “Which of you is in charge?” he called, his synthesised voice loud an authoritarian.
It was then a middle aged captain stepped out from behind the barricades and sauntered over to him. “Yer, what do ya want Rocketman?”
“… It’s Rocketeer.” The hero said, stepping up to the guy, and then twisting to look up at the window high above. “I know what you’re planning to do with whoever’s in there, and I want you to hold off. Maybe I can help. All I’m asking for is a few ho-” He was cut off.
“That girl froze one of my officers and he’s dead. You really expect me to let you coddle her? She knows what she’s doing.” The captain interjected, looking frustrated.
The Rocketeer stepped forward, putting the captain on the backfoot. “How do you know she’s doing this on purpose? How do you know she’s not scared out of her mind? Who made you an expert on my people? I am not asking for much at all. An hour, maybe two. Maybe we can stop that ice from spreading any more than it already has before more blood is shed. Don’t think I didn’t see your snipers on my way over here. Call off your goons.”
The captain glared at the suited individual before him before sighing out loudly. “Fine. You’ve got an hour. No more no less.”
The Rocketeer just sighed, shaking his head and walked inside of the building. “What an arse.” He muttered to himself as he pushed open the doors and headed for the lifts within. As he got inside, he wondered about just what was going to happen when he met the girl. Little did he know there were already people swarming to the location. People like him, all of them were looking to get a piece of the action. Things were about to get a whole lot interesting and a whole lot more dangerous.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 11, 2015 19:04:17 GMT -5
The roar of an engine could be heard blocks away, going much faster than the speed limit. It kept getting louder, closer to the scene, eventually it popped into sight, and screeched to a halt close to the police cars. The woman inside turned the engine off, and got out of the car. She made sure to lock it, this was Chicago after all.
Spitfire walked directly to the door, the Captain tried to tell her she couldn't enter, but she just raised her hand and flipped him the bird, and walked through. She saw a fellow hero, Rocketeer, in an elevator. She broke into sprint, and barely got through the doors in time before they closed.
"What've we got here?"
Spitfire didn't exactly get a good look at the scene, not wanting to deal with the police. Perhaps someone similar to her, except able to manipulate ice. If that was the case, the police weren't getting ahold of them. Rocketeer had capability of flight, though not one of his 'mutant' powers, and more than likely flew up and took a look inside.
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Post by Sabess on Jul 12, 2015 3:28:09 GMT -5
With a few final taps and one last puff, Wire crushed the fading cigarette under his boot, pulling the signature mask over his face with a quiet sigh, flipping the hood over but a moment later. Peering over the edge of the large, concrete roof, he eyed the swarm of police cars and flashing sirens, carefully taking a seat on the edge, legs dangling over the street below. A figure he was not completely unfamiliar with soon appeared, hovering outside a nearby window, soon dropping back to the earth below, disappearing into the building after a short talk with the cops. Wasn't even a minute later that someone else followed, and with a shrug, Wire turned his attention to the window Rocketeer seemed so interested in. It wasn't the easiest of task, looking through a window a good distance away, however the distinctive glimmer of snowflakes and frozen surfaces were easy to make out. Interesting.
Lazily taking a single item from his belt, Wire aimed the familiar grappling hook gun carefully, a single metallic wire quickly propelling over, the hook catching onto a fire escape's railing. Good enough. Standing himself upright, he flicked a single switch, the gun rapidly pulling him towards his target. It was anything but a smooth landing, but, a moment later the vigilante was hanging off a fire escape. The gun was soon placed back into the belt, the hook recovered and Wire having clambered over the safety rails. Pressing his masked face against the glass to peer inside, he quickly noticed the balling girl, mostly unharmed despite the surrounding carnage. Her doing, must be. A final glance towards the city street reminded Wire of recent headlines and police 'response' to this sort of matter. Chances are the other two were headed up here, but... can't hurt to see how she's doing. Wasn't known for being nice, but he wasn't known well.
A knife would soon slip underneath the glass, clearing enough ice for it to be opened, though, admittedly, with no lack of struggle. Slipping his weapon back into it's sheath, he wasted no time in stepping through, letting one leg rest on the windowsill, placing his other foot firmly against the frozen floor. "Hey." He stated simply, speaking in a rather calm tone. "You okay?" He attempted, glancing out the window for a moment. Wasn't... exactly a people person, he had to admit. Hell, she may of not even been listening, but it was the best he had.
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Post by Endicott on Jul 13, 2015 19:27:07 GMT -5
This post has been removed for an explicit violation of Nexus rules and regulations.
-ImmortalUndeath
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Post by Zelus on Jul 15, 2015 11:17:34 GMT -5
The helmet wearing Rocketeer stood there quietly as a female hero came bounding through the doors. Just moments before he’d pressed the button to go up to the right floor. As she ran in, he swiftly stepped to the side, not wanting to have the strange girl slam into him. He slowly cocked his head to the side and the bright red visor lit up as he scanned her.
“Hm… Now that’s an odd thermal temperature…” his mechanised voice chimed. He already had an idea of what she did, without actually looking at her. Heat… manipulation of some kind, he was sure of it. Her body heat was different compared to make others, almost like she subconsciously kept herself at a regulated temperature. Either that or she just had an irregular body heat. Either way, He straightened himself out and nodded.
“There’s a girl up there… It would seem her powers are a bit out of control.” Rocketeer informed. By now the doors had closed and they were well on their way to the higher levels. “It seems that she accidentally took the life of an officer in the process. I couldn’t make out any details from the windows from the outside. So your guess is as good as mine in that regard.” With a shrug he looked over at the numbers before turning back to her.
“… Who exactly are you again? Have I seen you in the news?” He hadn’t, he hadn’t seen the news in America. In truth, he was only flying past to do a bit of exploring. It wasn’t every day be violated international airspace and hopped across the pond. It was pretty much a flying visit. It was lucky he was even passing by, let alone noticing the police swarm to the building they were in. They were getting close to their floor now, so once the doors were open, he turned to his new companion and held both hands out in front of him. “After you.”
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As the ice was cleared from the window, the girl looked over hastily at whatever was coming through, and instantly she started trying to clamber away, snow flurried through the room swirling around her as if protecting her. She stared over at this dark costumed man. Wiping away the ice crystals from her pale cheeks she sat up a bit. “You… you’re not the guy that was speaking to me a few moments ago… Where’s that guy?” She sniffed and coughed. She didn’t shiver as this temperature was completely normal for her. What wasn’t normal was the layer of ice and snow that covered the entire room. Had Wire looked towards the door, he would’ve seen it half opened. There was an arm with a flashlight protruding through it and it was still on. The flashlight, the arm and the rest of what it belonged to was now covered completely in ice. It looked like a wave had swept over the man, clearly a police officer, and then frozen completely in an instant. The only expression on the officer’s face was that of worry.
The girl slowly got up, though she immediately gripped the side of the couch, the closest thing to her. She stood, looking shaky for a moment before sitting down on it. The snow and ice crunched under her. “No. I’m not.” She murmured in response to Wire’s question. She glanced to the door and more tears flooded out, instantly crystallising on her cheeks. “I… I did that. I did all this.” Her voice was quiet and hopeless, she also sounded incredibly exhausted, probably due to the over use of her powers. “I don’t know how to stop… You should leave it’ll happen to you too. Please just leave me be.”
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jul 17, 2015 5:47:17 GMT -5
“Hm… Now that’s an odd thermal temperature…” Spitfire nodded in agreement. It was a drawback to her abilities. The hotter she wanted to heat an object, the colder she got, and the colder she wanted to make something, the warmer she got. Spitfire pinned it down to draining energy. Either from her body, in the case of warming something up, or from the object, in the case of cooling it.
“There’s a girl up there… It would seem her powers are a bit out of control. It seems that she accidentally took the life of an officer in the process. I couldn’t make out any details from the windows from the outside. So your guess is as good as mine in that regard.” Spitfire could draw a conclusion from these few details. It was a similar story for her, if a bit less manslaughter-y. "She's probably either just found her abilities, or something has triggered her anger, and she's overused them."
“… Who exactly are you again? Have I seen you in the news?” Spitfire wasn't one of the larger heroes, and remained out of the spotlight, thankfully. She wasn't really one to showboat around. She liked to help people, and then piss off without people asking questions. Couldn't they just be grateful that she's saved a few lives? The spotlight should be on the people that were saved, not the person that saved them, she was always fine. "I'm Spitfire. You must be Rocketeer." Spitfire extended her hand, and shook the other hero's hand. The elevator doors opened with a 'ding'. “After you.”, Spitfire smiled slyly, and walked first. "Quite the gentleman." She responded. The two walked down the hall towards the room. Spitfire and Rocketeer both saw the frozen officer. There was little chance of him being alive, but it was worth a shot. Spitfire laid a hand on a part of the ice, and in seconds it started to melt. Once the ice was melted enough, it wasn't able to support the officer's weight, and he collapsed into Spitfire's arms. She laid him on the ground, and checked for a pulse. There was none. "Gone." Spitifre responded, with a solemn tone.
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Post by Sabess on Jul 17, 2015 6:28:16 GMT -5
Wire eyed the girl as she spoke, waiting until she was completely finished to respond properly. Staring at his hand for but a moment, ice begun to form in his palm, slowly sculpting itself into a... teddy bear. Heh. God, he had no clue what he was doing here. Regardless, he placed it on a nearby counter, turning his attention back to the young woman. "Maybe we have something in common." He suggested quietly, his eyes passing over the frozen police officer with a quiet sigh. "The 'other guy' will be here in a moment. The one you were speaking with." He assured, inching closer. "And that... isn't your fault." He mumbled, staring at the deceased officer. "You uhh... didn't mean to do it. I've... accidentally done something similar." He continued. Damnit, he was all over the place, wasn't he? The fuck was he doing....
His awkward thoughts were soon cut off by a pair of hushed voices, accompanied by a spot of movement in the side of the hero's eyes. Laying a single, calm hand on the black, metallic hilt of his knife, he backed off a step, glancing towards the girl, commenting, "That'd be them. He's got a friend. Both here to help, I think." . Finding his back against the window sill once more, he simply waited, hand ready to draw if needed. Perhaps the girl was afraid of him, perhaps she hated him. Regardless, it certainly couldn't hurt to make sure she wasn't kidnapped. Or worse.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jul 17, 2015 20:43:41 GMT -5
Gatisila, not a fresh name, or a worn out name, but a well documented name, or at least the more common "Hindu Vigilante" title used in it's place. Though Well documented it was, hardly anyone had every placed a face to the name, or even a masked face. The media had to admit there was hardly any evidence of the masked vigilante, only reports of a dark skinned hooded kid with a thick accent floated about the grapevine. Those who stayed up to date on national news would have known of his exploits in Detroit quite well. His rise to prominence saving the everyday citizens of the city, to his great fall.
Though Gatisila never saw that moment of his life as a fall per se, rather he saw it as the media re-framing his deeds in a dastardly light. After all how much did he really change? If you asked him he just started working for someone who may have some questionable ethics, but Gatisila wasn't like that... Right? No, Gatisila was a symbol. Gatisila was making sure that Mundini's questionable means matched the good that Gatisila saw in Mundini's ends.
And it's just that simple...
After working with Mundini for only a few months Gatisila was dispatched to look for "gifted individuals" in the nearby city of Chicago, and to Gatisila's luck he found somebody in just a few weeks, though perhaps slightly inexperienced, Gatisila saw her as the perfect candidate for their "Program."
He'd been tracking the girl for a few days now, but after seeing the news, and hearing the sirens his job was effectively done for him, now all he needed to do was remind the girl what she should be fighting for. Simple right? Well as Gatisila looked down upon the city from one of its taller more prominent buildings he watched the action go down at the towering building just next door. He was attempting to find an easy way into the building, but it looked like there were some super powered freaks already on the scene... That would make things allot more difficult.
Gatisila took his own hand and placed it gently on the cloth material-ed hoodie that he wore to help conceal his face accompanied by his mask. As he touched the material he focused, and his skin quickly turned into a similar soft material, he went to stand by one of the corners of the building - away from the street and pointed next to a nearby building, the space between them was an empty alleyway. He plummeted off the side of the building quickly speeding towards the ground, though when he hit he was cushioned by his new cloth body structure. Once again focusing his attention on his body he returned to a more human form, with all of his faculties now back to their normal appearance he darted to the other side of the street going unnoticed by many of the city goers in the area, to focused on the building above them.
He was now within the alley of the neighboring building to the one with all the commotion. Though he was careful to remain on the alley not touching the building of importance. Being concealed by the darkness of the alleyway he touched the cement sidewalk below his feet, and quickly his body began taking the form of the rough cement. He put his fingers together to create a sharpened point with the new material, and stabbed it into the side of the building, easily crushing through the brick material of the building.
after a few minutes of scaling he summit-ed the top of the building, pearing across the gap between the two buildings, Gatisila realized he still had to deal with the challenge of bounding the gap over to the building with the young girl. The buildings were close together, but if he tried to jump as is he could like only clutch the very edge of the top of the building, which cause him to smack the rest of his body on the side - hoping to avoid such a collision he remained in his new cemented form. He stood at the back of the first building, and with several large steps he ran, pounced, and grasped the edge of the new building in just a few fluid motions. His years of free running through the city were certainly paying off.
Gatisila walked up to one of the nearby air conditioning units, and touched its steel frame with an open palm, concentrating, he quickly became a hardened steel shell of his former self. Looking down at his body he grimaced, he still wasn't quite used to all of this. Gatisila looked back up, and as he did the metal frame slowly receded and he once again returned to his normal human form, he looked to see a service entrance on top of the building which lead down into the building. Approaching the metal frame of the door he attempted to make it budge, but the door was locked from the inside. Clutching the metal door knob in his hand he quickly turned into brass, he balled his fists and began bashing violently at the metal door, attempting to breach it.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jul 27, 2015 20:23:44 GMT -5
((Zel -> Sal -> Sab -> Butters ->  )) ((Thanks - BB)) |
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Post by Zelus on Jul 29, 2015 11:21:49 GMT -5
“Likely,” Rocketeer replied in response to her theory on the girl. “I can’t imagine having police surrounding her home is going to help matters either. We can’t exactly get rid of them though, so we’re going to have to try and help her.” He wasn’t going to admit it, but he didn’t really have experience in this field. All he had experience in was saving people doing a bit of showboating and charming the odd reporter or two. Not that that ever went further than a few flirtatious remarks. He watched the woman in front of him curiously. What experience did she have? Her powers were something of a mystery to him, though he knew temperature was involved. Perhaps she would be able to calm the girl down some?
“Spitfire, huh? I’ll have to look you up when we get out of here.” He chatted, carefully taking her hand and shaking it. Nope, hadn’t heard of her before. Must be keeping a low profile he suspected. He could appreciate that. Not everyone was welcomed when they stepped out into the spotlight. Some people were embarrassed about what had happened to them, some ashamed. Most people lacked the confidence he could show, and that’s why he did it. He made people believe people like him could be heroes, standing tall to protect humanity as a whole.
Rocketeer gave a chuckle as she called him a gentleman. “Tis all good manners…” he trailed off as they stepped out onto the hall, immediately seeing the frozen officer. “… Well that’s what he meant.” Though she couldn’t see it, Rocketeer grimaced under the helmet. He watched her unfreeze the man before him, before looking over to the crack in the door. He heard voices…?
Giving her a look, he nodded quietly as Spitfire confirmed the man was dead before pushing open the door. It made a sound worse than nails on a chalkboard as wood slid roughly over the ice, before giving a final squeak. Rocketeer could now see both the girl and this new person. “Uh… I’m terribly sorry for what just happened… I’ll know not to do that… uhm, next time.” Daintly Rocketeer stepped onto the ice, though there was no real sound of it cracking under foot. It appeared, if one looked really closely that he was actually floating about an inch of the ground. He made sure not to touch it, after what happened to the policeman, but also his suit really wasn’t built for ice.
Giving a shiver he peered over at the girl, and tilted his head a bit at her, before glancing over to the guy near the window. “Uh hi. I’m Rocketeer and this is Spitfire… no she’s not my sidekick and yes, we’re here to help, if we can?”
The girl had watched wire quietly as he formed the ice the entire time, occasionally she sniffed, before turning to look over at the two when two costumed heroes walked in, though the first in heavier armour caused a noise that made her shudder. As the two entered the room, she saw the defrosted body of the officer in the hall and gave a slight whimper. “Maybe… Maybe I should hand myself in…” She turned to Wire, before shifting somewhat in the snow and ice.
“No can do,” Rocketeer interjected. “Those officers are pissed; we can’t allow them to take you in. If anyone takes you in, it’ll be us. But we don’t need to rush anything here, alright? First things first, we need to do something about all this ice, then we can figure out where to go from here.”
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