Super Heroes: World in Turmoil

[Dalloph]

[Lol Sky just killed my friend from German class.]
Dominique was dead before the blade had exited from his neck. Stravenski was bleeding out he managed to shoot one of the Clones of Marko in the center of its forehead before he dropped his gun and let his breathing shutter to a halt.
Broc saw the deaths of his comrades and the clones shoot at him muttering a single syllable he disappeared leaving Jorg to his fate. Broc reappeared outside of the building blood soaking the side of his arm a bullet had managed to hit him but the wound wasn't serious. Rage filled his eyes he was next to the the Masked Bartender "Bastard!" Broc yelled at the man. Then uttered a hellish stream of words whose meanings would destroy the minds of lesser men. Shadows Tore away from the wall forming clawed arms and hands next to Broc a dark fissure formed in the ground becoming a portal to a dark void the likes of which no man had seen before. The Dark arms and hands connected to the shadows flung themselves at the man seeking to draw him into the Dark portal. Broc's face turned pale from the exertion it took to cast the Magic it was real unlike the other cheap conjurers tricks that he had employed before but his strength was greatly diminished. He ignored the sirens and crashes happening close by he was going to have his prize tonight no matter at what cost.

 

[Ols]

((You're Broc, not Jonas...))

The Vaudevillian somersaulted back inside trying to see who was still fighting with him.

"Whoa," he breathed, "we have a problem."

He then looked at the demon and knew it was after him. He would do what he could, "If you're so powerful," he said, swishing his sword through the air, "then you'll beat me the old fashioned way; in a duel."

 

[Dalloph]

[Sorry thought I'd fixed that.:eek: Well corrected for sure now.]
Broc looked at the man and laughed at the ludicrous thought of even trying to contend with him while he was so tired from the exertions of the summoning. The Large black skinned horned demon pulled out of the portal if formed with the shadows almost seamlessly it's multiple arms moved a dark blur."But I summoned him just for you surely you wouldn't deny it the chance to partake in it's feasting it's quite hungry... The demon roared... I'll just leave the two of you then." Jonas snapped his fingers his body faded into the shadows completely invisible to the naked eye. He walked silently back into the bar pulling out his silenced sidearm once again. "Time to finish business" he muttered silently to himself and took aim at the Marko's clones trying to determine which one was their original.

 

[Ols]

Confident and arrogant as ever, Thomas smirked at the demon, "Surely you have some decorum?" he pointed the tip of his sword at him as he roared, "No? Have it your way then."

He leapt forward, sword in his right hand, revolver in his left, seeing what the demon would do. If he would come to him and how powerful it was.

 

[Niner]

Damascus had dodged the bullets aimed at him and kept out of the fighting, not wanting to show all their cards so to speak. As Thomas talked to the Broc Damascus slipped around the back of the bar, quiet as a mouse. His gracefull foot falls made no sound on the thickly carpated floor as he snuck up behind Broc. Sliding one of his blades out it made a faint metallic shiiing Fahjad then went into action, jumping at Broc's exposed neck, ready to deal a killing blow, when he vanished from sight.

Instead Damascus quicly switched targets to the black demon and bounded towards it again, aiming at the neck. Time seemed to slow down for Damascus as his reflexes kicked in. He entended both blades to their full two foot lengths and kept his arms out like wings. Aproaching the demon he flexed his right arm, preparing to take off it's head.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

Marco's clones vanished at the loss of their comrade. Falling behind the cover he clutched his skull. he could usually take a crippling would but killing shots would destroy his focus. crumpling to the ground he falls down into the bottom of the booth and tries to control the horrible pain he now feels in his head. I'm going to have to hold off for a wile. God this hurts...I didn't see that coming. He righted himself under the table and sat low. They might come looking but that was where a clone came in handy...under the table across from him a clone slid a glass of scotch off the table and drained it.idiot-wait, thats me...I always forget that.

 

[Dalloph]

[The Demon only has one weakness the orb of energy in the center of it's body destroy that and you'll kill it. Blood will only put it into more of a killing frenzy you can't sate its appetite it'll just kill and kill.]

The Demon saw damascus rush and jump the damned creature opened it's mouth rows of sparkling white teeth like that of a shark glistened with a light of their own. Saliva pouring from it's mouth it jumped forward biting down on Damascus's arm with a loud crunch. Blood seeped into the demons mouth as Damascus beheaded the creature. The body fell back into the shadows no blood spilt from its wound the head holding onto Damascus's arm dissolved into wreaths of smoke.
The demon stood an orb or blood red power energy showed for a split second the Creature melded with the shadows and two heads re-grew using the shadows as material. The first head was it's original lined up perfectly with it's body the other one that grew from the right shoulder was a skull it's color pitch black like the rest of it's body. "Thanks to your blood I can now speak now I shall feast on your flesh little ones." The skull spoke to the two men then the demon rushed forward going straight for the masked man[Ols 13] with its six arms outstretched claws clicking together the original head bayed for his blood.
Inside the Speak Easy Broc fired walked to the table where the real Marko was and detatched himself from the shade he'd hid himself in. Then he emptied the rest of his clip firing at the wolf [sky] standing over the body of Jorg. In a single movement he reloaded then hauled the wounded Marko upright. "Your coming with me... He cocked the gun.. and I won't take no for an answer." Broc stared at the man keeping an eye out for anyone else he doubted he could stay here longer he was to tired to cast even one of his minor spells now Broc would have to rely on his gun if he wanted to get out.

 

[Captain Kara]

Mark still couldn't help but laugh. This guy was actually serious about this. Well, he had nothing better to do tonight.

"Alright. I'll play along, Twinkle. I'll appreciate your terms aslong as you appreciate one of mine. Quit those little remarks of yours. I can deal with the stuff before but piece of ass. Ain't that a little... I don't knoe... 'sexist'?"

"Your brain is in your pants. I know how you humans males work." He smiles then shrugging, "But if it offends you then I'll trying to stop referring to you as a piece of meat. You have lived in this town your whole life...correct?"

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

The copy of marco immediately shot thrice into the back of the attacker before dissloving into nothingness. Marco was out cold now his gun had been put away under his jacket. The bullets would do quite a bit of damage at this range but if the shots made no damage Marco could not resist.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

"Your brain is in your pants. I know how you humans males work." He smiles then shrugging, "But if it offends you then I'll trying to stop referring to you as a piece of meat. You have lived in this town your whole life...correct?"

"Actually, yeah. Though recently I have been away for quite some time."

Marcus once again turned toward Dazlor and crossed his arms. He couldn't shake the odd feeling that he got from the guy. It seemed as if he were not entirely human. 'A being of chaos' he had said. Interesting.

 

[Ser Yorick]

Captain Kurt appears and saves the damsel, then leaves. The end.

 

[Dalloph]

Broc yelled in agony as the three shots hit him in the back. One bullet ricocheted off his rib breaking the bone the other two shots however cut straight through his flesh and out the other side. The bullets had collapsed his left lung spitting up blood he lowered Marco to the ground "Little Sh**" Broc coughed up more blood just from saying the words. He quickly rifled through the contents of the mans pockets taking out a wad of cash a coupon and finally a card of identification memorizing the mans name and other information he put them back into the mans pockets also adding a cellphone that he owned specifically designed so that it could only receive calls. "Be seeing you later Marco." He weezed wiping the blood away from his mouth and began to hobble away from the man clutching his side he walked across the room to the hole in the wall leaving a small trail of blood behind him.

 

[Will]

Morty staggered through the streets. Multiple men were following him. Muggers, probably. He turned, grazing them with the six foot needle. He lifted the point to his mouth, and the blood dribbled in. He smiled, and tapped the back of his heel, creating a charcoal trigram. He rose the needle to his chest, and then took t down. he had a more fun idea. ''Come on, pathetic human waste'' He mocked, smiling. The first rushed, and punched him in the stomach. He stood tall, whilst the other men buckled over, as if they had been hit, but harder. He took the needle, and stabbed himself in the 'heart'. All five of the men died, red holes three inches in diameter pumping out blood. He turned, and walked away, chuckling to himself.

* * *​

Ezekyle sat at home, looking at his 'suit'. What he needed was a better method of carrying water. He clicked his fingers, as he did when thinking, and then clapped with the idea. He looked around the student housing for the metal cannister he had, for some unknown reason. He took it, and attatched straps to it. He put it on, and smiled. He now could store 50 litres of water, as well as having the water in the air, and people.

 

[Captain Kara]

"Actually, yeah. Though recently I have been away for quite some time."

Marcus once again turned toward Dazlor and crossed his arms. He couldn't shake the odd feeling that he got from the guy. It seemed as if he were not entirely human. 'A being of chaos' he had said. Interesting.

"I want a drink...so you should show me around town." Dazlor said, "Then I will take you back to my place to formulate some plans."

Dazlor moved his hands around, his clothing changed before Marcus' eyes. He was now wearing baggy jeans, a black fitting t-shirt, and his bowler is now a cap. He looked in his early 20s and his hair was longer.

"At least I fit in better, agreed?" Dazlor asked coming closer to Marcus.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

"Meh."

Mark looked down at himself and noticed he was a bit out of place. Oh, well. New York was host to even wierder people and there seemed to be some wierd ass convention nearby and the streets had been filled earlier with cosplayers. He could probably pass as on of them.

"Well, follow me."

Mark put one but on the edge of the building and jumped. After a few feet of falling feet first and with his hands in his pockets, Mark decided to have fun. He moved his legs out so the wind blew them and he didn't somewhat of a back flip. Now he was barreling down head first and he went into a pencil shape and streamlined his body. The air was now audible as he streaked to the surface just a few inches from the side of the building. He couldn't help but shout a few whoo-hoo's as he plummeted. When there was about fifty feet left in his fall, Mark curled up into a ball and let the dark material suround him. Within seconds he had cannonballed the cement and left a little crater. A moment later he appeared striding out of the little crater, unharmed.

 

[Lavi]

Sky transformed back to his normal form. The sound of law enforcement was near: accompanied by screeching metal and shattering glass from the streets. He clutched his shoulder, seeping blood for the claw wound, and strided to a corner, where he would be out of the way in the growing battle. There is little good in showing the enemy the secret way out: especially if that secret corridor has non-combat worthy allies on the other side.

 

[Ru the Boatswain]

Marco was out cold. He breathed calmly half under the table.

 

[Captain Kara]

"Meh."

Mark looked down at himself and noticed he was a bit out of place. Oh, well. New York was host to even wierder people and there seemed to be some wierd ass convention nearby and the streets had been filled earlier with cosplayers. He could probably pass as on of them.

"Well, follow me."

Mark put one but on the edge of the building and jumped. After a few feet of falling feet first and with his hands in his pockets, Mark decided to have fun. He moved his legs out so the wind blew them and he didn't somewhat of a back flip. Now he was barreling down head first and he went into a pencil shape and streamlined his body. The air was now audible as he streaked to the surface just a few inches from the side of the building. He couldn't help but shout a few whoo-hoo's as he plummeted. When there was about fifty feet left in his fall, Mark curled up into a ball and let the dark material suround him. Within seconds he had cannonballed the cement and left a little crater. A moment later he appeared striding out of the little crater, unharmed.

Dazlor snaps his snaps his fingers and reappears behind Marcus resisting the urge to grab his ass. He made a noise with his throat then said, "So where to, by the way I don't think you have told me your name?" He stops talke for just a moment, "Is it embarrassing? Like Elenore, causing your parents are weird or is it stupid like Allen cause your parents aren't creative? Huh...huh? Tell me, tell me.

 

[Johnnysaurus Rex]

Dazlor snaps his snaps his fingers and reappears behind Marcus resisting the urge to grab his ass. He made a noise with his throat then said, "So where to, by the way I don't think you have told me your name?" He stops talke for just a moment, "Is it embarrassing? Like Elenore, causing your parents are weird or is it stupid like Allen cause your parents aren't creative? Huh...huh? Tell me, tell me.

Marcus groaned. This guy could certainly be annoying when he wanted to be. He thought about changing the subject and asking just how he got down here but putting one and two together Mark figured it to be some form of teleportation.

"How bout you just call me, Pierce. Also, where'd you wanna go. Wouldn't want my guest going some place not his style. My only request is that it isn't your 'kind' of bar. You know what I mean."

 

[Captain Kara]

Marcus groaned. This guy could certainly be annoying when he wanted to be. He thought about changing the subject and asking just how he got down here but putting one and two together Mark figured it to be some form of teleportation.

"How bout you just call me, Pierce. Also, where'd you wanna go. Wouldn't want my guest going some place not his style. My only request is that it isn't your 'kind' of bar. You know what I mean."

"Your name is sorta...interesting." He says twiddling his fingers, "I don't know know anything about this area, been here once to claim a residence. What's wrong with my kind of bar you'll have lots of attention?"