Super Heroes: World in Turmoil

[Ols]

The Vaudevillian dropped from the back of the beast, withdrawing his sword and rolling away from one of it's crashing arms. He stood in a small circle of light, given off by a streetlight. The creature approached but stopped short of the glow given off by the lamp. It seemed very unwilling to go into the light. So...you don't like light, eh?

He very carefully removed a flashbang from his belt in his left hand, sword raised in his right. He dropped the flashbang at the creatures feet, counted to two, his eyes firmly shut and dived at the creature's torso. He opened his eyes midair, hearing a bloodcurdling scream from the creature. In the momentar lapse he drove his sword into the creature's chest where its heart should be. It screamed again and fell back. He let go of his sword and dropped. As he dropped, he saw a glowing orb in the creature#s stomach. He had nothing else to go on, so he drew his revolver and emptied the six high caliber rounds into it.

The creature screamed again and began to fade. Tired and aching, Thomas stood, holstering his pistol and picking up his sword which had clattered to the floor. He walked into the club via the broken wall and saw one of his patrons on the floor, unconcious. He went to pick him up and saw no sign of the magician. He paused and waited, to see if he would come out of hiding.

 

[Niner]

Damacus shook his head and stood up from were he had been thrown by the demon. He saw The Vaudevillian and walked towards him, "Hey boss, what losses did we take, no ones dead right?"

Damascus then walked into the employee changing room and put on his costume, he emerged from the room a minute or two later, adjusting his hood.
"I'm ready when you are."

 

[Ols]

"I don't think we did," he said, carefully looking for the villain, "have that limo removed and destroyed. Phone the vehicle removal surfaces. As for the damages, I'm glad I installed this," he pushed a button and the remainder of the wall moved slightly forwards to make way for a makeshift metal wall to come up behind it, "we can use that until it is repaired."

Then he pushed another button and the alley the club was in sealed off with a wall. Now the police would not even find it. The only way in or out was by air now, unless he switched it off.

 

[Lavi]

((Lame post, but ideas are just not popping right now))
Sky left his hiding place, a hand over his wounded, and bleeding, right shoulder. "Got a first-aid kit?" he asked the Vaudevillian.

 

[Dalloph]

After hearing the Hooded Man [Damascus] speak Broc laughed weakly blood trickling down the sides of his mouth. "No No-one is Dead that you care about but soon all of you will be. Until later Heroes." Stepping forth from the shadows Broc pulled out a controller pressing a button. The trunk to the Limo popped open on the inside of it sat a large stack of C4 a digital clock next to it with the numerals 3:00 began to count down towards zero. Broc made a leap through the air saying one word "Home" into the slowly diminishing portal after the Dissipation of his demon it had began to consume itself rapidly. Disappearing through the portal Broc landed miles away in a strange room...

 

[Ols]

"Yeah," he said, taking a large case from under the bar, "here have one of these too," he handed him a double vodka shot.

As he spoke, he saw the villain escape and switch the bomb on. Lucky the metal walls are strong he thought, pushing another button, making more of them come up around the club. He did not like being shut in, but they needed a second to regroup and rest before more problems.

 

[Lavi]

"Thanks," said Sky, pulling out bandages to stem the blood's flow. Accepting the shot, he drank it all, with little thought towards a muffled explosion that occurred seconds later.

 

[Ols]

((By a vodka shot I meant the drink...a shot glass of vodka, rather than a hypodermic needle of vodka...lol))

 

[Lavi]

((Edited. I'm ill right now, so needles are in my head at the moment... This year's flu prediction is not good.))

 

[Dalloph]

[ What's bad about the flue prediction? Is it because the vaccine inoculations we have now are pretty much useless? ]

As Broc landed in the room the portal closed behind him scorching the floor. "F***" he spat angrily after trying to pick himself up he was wracked with terrible pain coming from his back and side seizing up he fell to the floor. Crawling painfully across the room he managed to reach an intercom next to the ext pulling himself up he lay with his back against the wall reaching his hand up he pushed a button on the white box then as loudly as he could said. " Creedy drop everything your doing and and come here. You'll personal quarters and then put me in the surgical lab get the staff here quickly I'm about to black out." Pale faced breathing lightly Broc lost all sense of time there were flashes of light, vivid senses of pain then numbness eventually losing consciousness he sank into darkness. Broc was saved by surgery 2 days passed before the most advanced technology humanity had to offer had almost healed him completely.

"Sir, SIR, WAKE UP!" Was what Broc unhappily awoke to. "What is it Creedy?" He asked with great exasperation the man had been hounding him since he'd gotten out of a critical danger. "Mortison has to put it bluntly snubbed our request sir we're in trouble he has already approved the cleanup of our mission starting with us." "WHAT! The back stabbing bastard! He'll pay for this!" Creedy shifted anxiously under the hateful outburst gathering his courage he spoke up perturbed " He's already wiped your records and Bank accounts sir you don't even exist anymore not in crime and you personally saw to it that you don't have a history legally. He's also put a hit on you with a bounty twice that of any regular Super." Broc gazed silently at the man thinking heavily about how he could possibly triumph in a situation this terrible. "Mortison is a crafty SoB I'm surprised he was able to destroy all trace of me within a couple of days but then again when the man is the brother of one of the largest crime syndicate lords in this city I'd be disappointed otherwise. Creedy tell me why haven't you deserted me yet I'd be a fool not to believe that everyone working for me is gone because of my lack of money and status why not you though?" He stared questioningly at the man. "Why sir um, because it wouldn't feel right to leave you especially in your condition." Broc roared in laughter as Creedy said this slowly he got control of himself as the frightened man had backed away frightened. "That's a load of bullocks and you know it I bet your just scared of what I'd have done to you if you'd left. I'm flattered but try not to lie next time." "Yes sir"

"Now I bet your wondering what we're going to do and I have a plan."
[Will try to finish in next post.]