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American Hero Issue #1 - Old Glory
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Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves
-Confucius Last edited by Sporatik; Oct 30th, 2009 at 12:56 PM. |
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Last edited by Sporatik; Oct 30th, 2009 at 12:38 PM. |
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Karl steps out of his small apartment and walks to a small nearby diner for breakfast. Taking a seat he opens a newspaper and begins scanning through it, trying to catch up on American events. It had been a long time since Karl had been in America, a lifetime in fact. Interrupted by a waitress for his order he responds, Ham and bacon set please. No need to rush, I'm in no hurry. He returns to the paper before the irony of what he had just said hit him. No need to rush, I'm in no hurry. He realizes his sense of time is already failing without those he cared for to anchor it. Three days since Emily died and he had found nothing to lead him to the two gangs responsible.
Returning to the paper Karl reads the front page. Surprised by an amateur photo of of Captain Liberty standing in a smoking hole with a dead The Phenom he begins to contemplate how the underworld and government alike would react to such an event. He doesn't get far however before his breakfast arrives. Karl eats slowly while reading the rest of the paper. He then pays for the meal, tipping generously, before leaving in his search of answers. Perhaps today he will find the answers he seeks surrounding Emily's death.
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Celia suddenly sits up from a deep slumber, gasping for breath as she looks around her familiar bedroom in horror. Nothing seemed amiss physically with the room, but that didn't stop her from searching her thoughts....... then she realizes.
Someone she is closely familiar with..... something is amiss. Despite not knowing exactly what is wrong, she quickly slips into her jeans & shirt, grabs her mini notebook computer, and hustles out the door..... snagging her coat on the way out...... Celia feels compelled........ but to do what exactly, she's not certain...... |
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Maybe it was all this paranoia, confusion in the air in the wake of Captain Librity's return. Maybe it was that nothing felt the same now; that the sense of the past being in the past had evaporated overnight, and now heroes were on the front pages again in a negative spotlight. Maybe he just needed to get his mind off it, to feel what it means to be a hero again. A real superhero. Not this political, comercialized... he tried to stop himself there, as usual, when the music hit.
It felt good to be wearing the Pulse costume again. It'd been weeks, almost a month since he'd been out on patrol. Things at the club getting busy, no time to explain bruises or miss work days. All excuses. His sixteen-year-old inner child was kicking him in the shin for long enough. He opened his eyes, the wind ruffling his costume, inaudible to him over the throb coming from his headphones. The sidewalk was coming up fast now so he slowed his descent, placing a gloved hand on the glass surface of the nearby skyscraper to redirect his feet below him, then pushed off its surface with a gravity pulse, sending him flipping through the air to continue the process over again, going from building to building, post to post. It wasn't exactly flying, but Felix loved it, preferred it. The mixture of flight and fall, freedom and power... it was perfect. He used to be able to lose himself this way. Just going with the music, doing laps around the city. If only he could get his head out of the headlines. Newspapers had never bothered him this much in the past. Why now? It was like his senses kept telling him to jump - with no place to land. Just as that thought passes through his head, Pulse tucks his head into his body and goes into a roll, coming up on both feet at the edge of another lower building, perhaps four storeys high. The midday traffic was at its usual pitch, and people below had taken somewhat notice of him, snapping pictures with thier camera phones. He laughed softly under his mask at the slight thrill it gave him. Positive publicity was always encouraging. Bobbing his head from side to side with the music, he hopped from foot to foot for a moment to put a little show on, then leapt upwards and to the side in a summersault, launching himself skyward once he was completely inverted, his hand reaching down to touch the surface of the roof. He could see the people watching as he took off down the line. The song changing to something a little less throbbing, Pulse slowed the pace and switched to more running than jumping, sliding under pipes and between buildings, skidding along the side of buildings... along the way, he was confident he'd feel better once there was superhero stuff to do. On his way along the street, Pulse shoots past a young woman on street level that makes him do a double-take. Something about her is strikingly familiar, but he can't put his finger on it. Coming to a rest on the face of a building up ahead of her, Pulse levitates against the glass and waits, watching as the woman with the coat and computer passed beneath him. Where had he seen her face before? |
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William clutched the newspaper as he sat in a packed subway car. Seeing the picture of Captain Liberty stirred dark urges within him.
It seems that even great men fall into the clutches of evil He's a murderor and he must be punished All we have is a photo, without more evidence we cannot act. Plus you're just annoyed at not being on the front page. Will turned deeper into the paper to find the latest Ripper article. "I wonder if she'll finally call me about this?"
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I'm back again & ready to start gaming. Last edited by Freakatheart80; Oct 30th, 2009 at 07:10 PM. |
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Chicago. Choice Chopsticks Restaurant.
[Broken Chinese]Yo, Uncle. Check this out.[/broken chinese] Diego's voice nearly always betrayed the urgency of any given situation. Despite the headlines that drifted across the small tv in the corner of the restaurant, Diego's tone was a steadily tenor monotone. He was busy washing dishes in the back of the restaurant. "That dude Phenom caught it." "Oh really?!" The short, stubby restaurant owner came up from a trap door behind the bar counter. The elderly man had finally begun to understand his adopted nephew's slang. By "caught it", he knew that Diego referred to a sexually transmitted disease or death. Pang could only deduce death. "How sad a situation... Diego could feel Pang's sadness behind him. But Diego's own eyes were filled with a different emotion: Worry. Captain Liberty's face was an unsettling image to deal with. Two American icons involved in each other's bloodshed. Diego was far from an investigator, but he certainly wanted to know exactly what was going on. His thoughts began to cloud, which was obviously a great excuse to leave the shop for a moment. "I'm gonna take a ride, Pang." His uncle nodded, eyes locked onto the television. Pang knew Diego's feelings well, and even knew he was involved somewhat in the superhero business. While he didn't understand the depths of his nephew's thoughts, he knew they were waters he didn't know how to cross. "Be back by dinner time if you can." "A'ight. I'll try." Even in english his voice was bereft of emotional undertone. It only took him a short moment to slip on his sling-style backpack and head out the door. He was on his muted yellow motorcycle in no time, cruising at a moderate pace befitting of the increasing Chicago traffic. Unsurprisingly, he spotted Pulse making rounds in the air. That flyin' fag is showing off again. Diego's mood instantly turned sour as he revved his engine and took off down the street. I don't understand these damned supers. They're just like the cops. Government goodies or not. Diego had never considered himself a "super." Not only did he not consider himself powerful enough, but he also kept a lower-profile than many of the superpowerd humans that made their way into the media one way or another. Granted, his own costumed face had been on the news a few times, but he made a wide effort to handle more local problems than to get mixed up in the larger city affairs.
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The doors to the police precinct swung open and two men, shabbily dressed, obviously hoodlums came stumbling through, a man dressed in all black following behind. The goons had their hands tied behind their backs with zip-cords. Their captor looked like a ninja assassin out of an old kung-fu movie. His feet were covered by simple cloth boots, he was clad in head to toe in a ninja gi, his head hooded with only his eyes exposed.
The officer at the front desk glanced up, and then went back to the paper he had been reading. "What do you have for us today, Shadow?" The officer said casually. The two goons stumbled towards the desk urged on by a slight nudge from Shadow Stalker. As if out of nowhere, he retreived an SD card from one of the folds in his outfit. He tossed in on the desk and it landed right by the officer's left hand. "Couple of muggers, got plenty of photo evidence on them. No harm to the victim other than a little shaken up." the gruff voice came from the face concealed by the hood. The officer took a little time to take in the thugs, noticing the bruises forming on their cheeks. "Don't see any blood, guess they didn't fight back too hard this time." He let out a slow sigh and scooped up the SD card. "Well I'll get onto processing them." He tossed his paper to Shadow Stalker. "Take a look at the front page. Looks like he's back from the dead." The officer came around the desk and started leading the goons away to booking as Shadow Stalker took in the picture of Captain Liberty holding The Phenom's body aloft. Tingles started running down his spine. The police scanner on the desk started to crackle. "All units, robbery in progress, First Metro National. Hostages have been taken. Unregistered meta-human known as "Blueman" has been spotted in the vicinity..." The rest of the report wasn't heard by anyone as the only signs that Shadow Stalker had even been there was the newspaper folded neatly on the desk and the front doors to the precinct swinging slightly. ======= Shadow Stalker arrived on the scene just as Blueman was starting to have trouble with Landkill. He flashed his registration badge to the police surrounding the bank and walked right up the front steps. He took a quick peak around the corner through the glass front doors and saw Blueman laying on the ground, blood trickling out through the seams in his costume. A man who was obviously the villain and looked more like rock than man was slowly approaching a civilian that was standing bravely in front of him. The civilian looked to be a mere boy, rage began to fill up Shadow Stalker as he started to think about what might happen to the boy if he didn't intervene. Just as Landkill was about to respond to the boy's challenge, Shadow Stalker swung open the doors to the bank and held up his hands channeling all of his inner being through the focus his hands created and launching forth a blast of energy towards Landkill. "The authorities have arrived, scumbag." |
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