[OPEN] Day of judgement, god is calling

[liverletdie]

WHO: The imports and their newly-superpowered counterparts!
WHERE: Import Cities!
WHEN:09/12-09/23
WHAT: Imports take on a wealth of newly superpowered supervillains!! (See here for details) (If you have not responded, please feel free to still come and play!)
WARNINGS: Violence! Probably quite a bit of violence!



[ De Chima. Nonah. Maurtia Falls. Heropa.

Monday, September 12th, midday.

The first day was different. Sudden bursts of speed, someone had a temper tantrum and set a car on fire -- reports of children acting out of school and suddenly breathing fire on the playground. Chaos. Some helped out, as soon as they were able. Teenagers that were lifting their friends to get them out of danger, maybe taking on the bully. Adults rushing to save someone from a car about to hit them, stopping traffic. There were as many feel-good stories as there were bad ones. by evening on the twelth, of course, the worst had come out. After all, give a man superpowers, and leave him to run amok, and of course, what happens, is that they run amok. Storefronts looted, men speeding so fast they can't believe they're moving, running through stores to get their fill -- only speed doesn't come with strength, all of the time. A man's greed can get the better of him, right?

By the second night, groups were forming. People on the street, grouping up. Working together. (Super) strength in numbers.

The third? They'd started wearing the costumes. They were coming out during the day, acting out. After the first or second hit the news on the 14th, more and more followed suit.

After all, if imports could do it, why couldn't they? ]

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Bruce Wayne [Open]

[the_caped_crusader]

[If there was anything Bruce cared for less than crime it would be untrained heroes. In the end, for all of their good intentions, the only thing these people would do is put themselves and more people in danger. Power afforded them the false sense of invulnerability.

He cursed his luck-- for the past week he had been essentially reverse engineering the other Bruce Wayne's suit in the cave in order to retrofit it to his own needs, but in doing so he left himself without one completely. And now people were in danger, and he was compelled to help them... no matter what.

Luckily they weren't like Bart, like Tim or Dick, or like Clark. They had been gifted with incredible power, but not the discipline or training to use it effectively. He could work with this. Bruce took to the street in the only suit he had-- an Armani one-- and started working with what he had.

A fire extinguisher.

White foam fired from the nozzle and essentially blinded whoever he was engaging, sending them careening into a car door. He could accept a few broken bones and concussions as a result. When he ran out, he put a spin on it and chucked it through the air as another blur came rushing at him from behind, sending them into a tailspin, knocking them out instantly. Good timing on his part... but he's put down speedsters before, hasn't he? On to the next one.]

[performance]

[ Robin's gotten so used to working solo (or with Wally, until too recently) that it was first nature to suit up and take to the streets himself. He'd been on patrol, keeping an eye out for the new wave of criminals, when, several stories down and a few blocks away, he heard a loud thud and a car alarm. Well, if they're gonna make it easy for him...

Of course, he didn't expect this. ]

Nice aim.

[ It's Bruce, sure, but it's Bruce, not Batman. And not training-in-the-Batcave Bruce or practicing judo flips Bruce, but actually wearing a suit Bruce, which is not the Bruce he's used to seeing take down the bad guys. Usually that's about when he and Robin make their dramatic exit and come back dressed in their work clothes to get their punches on. So it's a little surprising. Clearly Robin's out of practice with the Bat.

Well, no time like the present to fix that.

Robin's already leaping down (with a bit of a flourish, he's showing off, sure) to springboard off the shoulders of a big guy coming toward Bruce out of an alley. The man stumbles, staggers, and Robin drops him with a leg sweep. He's no speedster, so what's his deal? Can't be that easy. ]

They never look up. Why do they never look up? [ He flashes a grin at Bruce. ] You know the suit is like catnip for these creeps, right?

[the_caped_crusader]

Careful. [He barks with a commanding tone. He's not angry, but it's a voice that everyone he works with is intimately familiar with.]

We don't know the extent of what they can do yet.

[Like a college kid who has had to much to drink and is now full of liquid courage, he is rushed again. Except his speed catches him off guard and by surprise, but he ducks it as the fist just barely grazes his perfectly parted hair. Enhanced reflexes, like Slade Wilson almost, except not like Slade. Let's see how well they can take a punch.

Bruce hits him easily with a one-two punch, once to his ribcage coming up from the duck, and the other a quick cross to the jaw that puts him out easy. His reflexes might have been quicker than normal, but he had no idea what to do with an experienced fighter.

Still, as he listens down the street he can hear larger numbers, and even when it was just thugs with guns and knives it made it dangerous even to him and Dick. Even even he had his suit on. The probability of injury went through the roof exponentially.

He passes right by Dick and starts down the street.]

Watch my back.

[He didn't mean in a defensive position either, but there were numbers just around the corner that made it a guarantee that Bruce wouldn't be able to properly watch his blind spots, and neither would Dick. They were going to have to work together on this one.]

[acclimatized]

[ john has done the whole taking to the street with a superhero identity thing before. twice, in fact. so as soon as he heard people talking about these new superheroes appearing out of nowhere, he took to the street himself. he's never done very well in tights, but he's had army training and someone's going to need a medic when this things inevitably go tits up.

he has to admit, a man in an armani suit wielding a fire extinguisher is definitely something john's never encountered here before, but john is more concerned with the bloke he sent flying into the car. he goes over to where he's sprawled on the ground, whimpering and cradling his arm, and kneels next to him. whoever that bloke with the extinguisher is, he just successfully knocked all the bravado out of this new hero. ]

You're gonna be all right, mate.

[ time to get to work. ]

[mischiefsmith]

[Loki didn't have a problem with untrained heroes, it spoke to the side of him that enjoyed the mischief and the mayhem brought on by things that were completely unexpected. This was completely unexpected and that made it fun, or at least it changed the tempo a bit, things were getting to be far to ho-hum and routine for his liking. It was nice to see things shaken up a bit, nice that he could walk around completely invisible as a casual observer, literally invisible given that's what his coat enabled him to become.

It allowed for him to be an objective observer. a happily, wandering, unseen, admiring the madness, objective, observer. At least until a fire extinguisher came out of nowhere and nailed him in the vicinity of his eye. Flying cars and other large and typical projectiles Loki was keenly aware of, things like hammers, but a flying fire extinguisher? That never happens! And so he's not prepared when one jackknifes right onto his face.]

Ow! Odin's frilly knickers [and suddenly Loki isn't so invisible anymore] and here I thought the denizens were reckless. These things actually hurt.

[It's difficult to maintain invisibility when someone hits you in the eye--which Loki is presently covering with his palm while giving the fire extinguisher an offended, mutinous look.]

[deadkord]

[ As Bruce makes his way down the darkened city streets, a spotlight sweeps down over him from above. If he squints up into the light, he'll see that it's coming from a giant, blue, bug-shaped airship. It's quieter than any other version of the Bug has ever run, which is the only way it could possibly have caught Bruce unaware.

From the Bug's speakers comes a familiar voice. ]

Nice use of a fire extinguisher.

Mick Rory | Open

[pyrogue]

[ Mick isn't a Rogue anymore, but he hasn't really been much of a hero lately either. He's done a few things, but mostly on a case-by-case basis. This is one of them: there's a bunch of people running around with the ability to breathe fire.

He'd be lying if part of him didn't go seeking them out just to witness it. Maybe see what a show they create. But the other part of him, the one that's trying to be better, that's trying to cling onto his soul, that part wants to stop them. And he's taking a rather literal interpretation of "fight fire with fire."

He's cornered one of the Dragon-themed brand-new supervillains, who had just lit up the door of a shop -- one in an older building, where the door is still wood.

The man turns and spits flames at Mick. It's a direct hit, and to someone who doesn't know him they might think he's in danger. And to someone who does, they just got a very real demonstration of why he wears the white onesie.

Either way, help a guy out? ]

The crossover no one expected.

[daughteroftheoriginal]

Whoa!

[May caught sight of blazes from above, but seeing someone taking a blast of fire was not something she expected when she jumped down.]

I don't think so, Charlie!

[She propels herself off the wall, directly into the man. Hopefully it isn't too late for whoever that was!]

[catchacold]

[In spite of all natural instincts, when Leonard sees fire? He tends to walk towards it. It's so ingrained at this point that he barely even questions it, at least not until the precise moment that he sees a man spitting fire at Mick.

He knows Mick - even this one - too well to be worried for even a moment and he has enough sense to step into a doorway to keep from making himself a target. As he watches the fight heat up, he misses his gun in a way he's never done before, feeling the flames so close and it's almost like being back in the thick of it.

What his vantage point allows him to see is someone coming up from behind Mick, probably in league with Dragonball X here. He has a knife and there's not really any time to hesitate. It's no use shouting to him, too far away and the fire is crackling. Leonard pulls out the mundane gun he does carry - this is still America after all - and steps forward to take aim. At the last moment he remembers who this Mick is and so it's not a killing shot, instead he hits the man in the leg, making him collapse and reconsider his priorities.

However, the gunshot also draws the attention of the firebreather and Leonard barely even has time to turn his head sideways and throw his arms up before the flames engulf him. The pain doesn't even register. It's the smell of burning flesh and that reminds him of watching another Mick go up in flames that got out of control.]

[sentielemental]

[Fire spitting? Now that's just unsanitary. But he's a lot more worried about the guy being spit at. He holds out a hand and can feel the gases mixing in the flames break down, separating as he absorbs them into himself. The gases shifting around him are more orange now than they'd been before.]

Hey, fella, you okay over there? [That white suit seems to keep him from burning but he doesn't want him cooking either.]

John Constantine | Open

[heckblazer]

[ Nobody knows how the shady-looking man in the hobo coat got onto a rooftop patio on one of the low-rise apartments in Heropa, where he found a lawn chair or how he got a jumbo bag of popcorn. If you ask, he'll just chuckle and tell you not to be nosy.

Nevertheless, his heels are dug in and he is enjoying the sights from what he hopes is a safe distance. He isn't opposed to company, if you can find your way up here too. ]

[mischiefsmith]

[John, John, John...what sort of trickster god would Loki be if he couldn't find his way up here? He'd be a better one if he'd found his way up here sooner, because popcorn and good seats for mayhem watching? It was much better than being down there, clearly, if the black eye that he's sporting is any indication.

He is but a casualty in all of this, a statistic, a victim...poor, poor Loki!]

Up here hoarding all of this for yourself? John, that makes me sad.

[And because he is sad he will hop over there and take a hit of that popcorn before dancing away. Yes he'll steal your food, it's what he does.]

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[She knows where her costume is, can get it easily. But she just showed up again and she doesn't exactly want Spider-Girl and May Parker associated like that. Not when a version of her dad has kept his identity under wraps for so long.

As a result, she's running around in workout gear with a hood up and a bandanna covering her lower face.

May ends up climbing one building to get a better look at everything on the ground when she sees the man. He really doesn't look like he lives there.

It's a couple short jumps from one roof to the other.]

Enjoying the show?

[brushoff]

[ These superheroes are shitheels if you're someone who's already one bad day away from being a supervillain and also kind of killed people that one time, don't get so fussy about it. Some lucky soul who got flight tried to beat up Dorian, realized he was immortal (and also a good 10 out of 10 on the histrionic scale) and then...proceeded to dump his ass on the roof.

It's a weird sight. Superhero flies up to the roof trying to hold one squirming man, squirming man gets dropped, superhero flies off again as squirming man starts a litany of impressive swearing under his breath...and hold the phone, there's another guy on the roof. And that guy's just eating popcorn? ]

Hand some over, [ Dorian states, almost imperatively. ] I deserve it after my horrific day.

Hartley Rathaway / The Pied Piper | OTA

[socialactivillain]

[ It doesn't take groups or costumes to get Piper's attention. As soon as word gets out that there are people with little to know idea how to control their powers running rampant through the city, he's on the street in costume, sonic cannon in one hand, tuning forks and flute at the ready, making an active effort to patrol the areas he knows are popular amongst the homeless and poor population. The police are so busy being overpowered in the nicer parts of the cities that damage from well- and ill-intentioned uses of power alike is particularly rampant on the outskirts.

On this particular night, Piper's rounding the corner into an alley, chasing after a man who had been looting a family-owned corner store while the family was locked, terrified, in their apartment above. The man uses his newfound reflexes to shove a dumpster as he passes, sending it spinning back at Piper, who manages dodges out of the way, whipping out one of his tuning forks. He hits it against the brick wall side of the alley as he runs towards the panicked man, the thrum of the metal freezing the man in his tracks as Piper brings his cannon up to fire a sonic blast attuned to just the right frequency to send the crook sprawling into a pile of trash bags.

He keeps the tuning fork in hand as he approaches, frowning heavily, his voice serious and more commanding than anyone who has met him here might expect. ]

You're going to return everything you took, and use your powers to help stop the other looters. Don't make me tell you twice.

[grimreaping]

[ On the fire ladder just above, Kid's eyebrows meet his hairline at the way Piper addresses the looter. And you think merely asking nicely is enough? the young reaper thought, a wrap of black shadows draped over him like a living shroud. He'll watch, for the moment, but ready to intervene if this situation goes sideways. ]

Trickster | Open and Everywhere

[airshow]

[ Trickster's not a bad guy anymore, but that doesn't mean he's retired. He just doesn't get a lot of chances to show off his skills anymore, that's all. But he misses being somebody so bad it's like an itch, and the itch gets worse every time he sees a jewelry store or a bank vault or a rich guy who needs to be taken down a few pegs. And so when the news starts breaking of a bunch of upstart young speedsters causing trouble, he thinks: this has to be fate.

Any reason to polish up the ol' karma that lets him whip out his old routine in the process is fine by him. Better than fine — it gets the heart racing, the adrenaline pumping. Hell, it makes him feel alive again. God help him, he's even wearing the costume. For old times' sake. The cape just looks so goddamn good when it billows in midair.

One night, he's out with a gun that shoots giant wads of what looks and smells and acts like pink bubble gum, tripping up new baby speedsters. ]

Looks like a sticky situation! Waitwaitwait no, I've got a better one — why did the chewing gum cross the road?

[ Another night, he's brought what looks like extremely heavy-duty silly string, and he's skipping a good twenty feet off the street to spray at a speeding blur making off with a bag of ill-gotten cash. ]

This time I brought the serious string!

[ A third night, though danger doesn't appear imminent quite yet, Trickster can be found hovering in midair, putting the finishing touches on an incredibly lifelike painting of a tunnel on a brick wall, humming cheerfully to himself. ]

Can't believe I never tried this one…

[ And so on, and so on. He has a different schtick for every night; clearly he's been saving this up. This just might be the best time James Jesse has had in years. ]

[socialactivillain]

[ Piper's been out on his own every night since this started, but he's starting to get worn down, taking everything he comes across on himself. There's a reason he's almost always worked in groups. So when he comes across James painting, Piper finds himself stopping to inspect his work, grinning a little despite his tiredness. ]

...I wish I could say this is surprising.

[guruofspeed]

[Max ends up following the trail of stuck down speedsters to what he ends up knowing was probably really the only option, as far as people go.]

They aren't that good at dodging yet. They're fast, but they don't have the coordination necessary to really put it to work.

[There's only so much speed can do when the ones with it are complete rookies.]

Mayday Parker | Open!

[daughteroftheoriginal]

[It's way to early for a Spider-Girl appearance without making some kind of connection obvious, so sans usual costume Mayday is pitching in to the best of her ability.

Between the kind of clothing she's wearing- workout gear with a hood and bandanna covering most of her features- and the purposeful lack of webshooters the overall result might strike people as more "ninja" than "superhero", but that isn't really the point, is it?

Either way, she's still got her hands full in Nonah and De Chima, trying to limit the worst of the looting and crime sprees.]

This would be a lot harder if they knew what they were doing!

[the_caped_crusader]

[There's a commotion around the corner from her, the sound of people screaming and breaking glass, small explosions and the sound of water erupting. A moment later, everything is quiet. If she goes to check, she'll find a large group of them splayed out on the ground unconscious. To the left side of the street is Bruce, using a hex crowbar to close off the fire hydrant he had opened up on them.

He's not looking too hot at this point; his once immaculate suit is dirty and torn, jacket gone and sleeves rolled to the elbows. He has a few minor cuts, but his knuckles look the wrist, with his expensive silk tie torn in two and wrapped around them. He's been doing this for hours, and his breathing is a little heavier for it. He takes a rest against the side of a car to take a breath.]

[grimreaping]

Let's be thankful that they do not.

[ The young shinigami bodily hauls a looter back out of the broken window with a strength that belies a skinny frame. Then he takes a look at the plate glass and starts berating the looter spitefully. ]

Couldn't you have least broken it in the middle of the-- just look at how uneven that is!

[ Kid stomps over and knocks out the rest of the glass, and now it looks better. Completely ignoring the cuts on his hands from it. Meanwhile the looter is wondering if this imPort has totally cracked and where a safer place to turn himself in would be. ]

[closed] for gaby & kitty, heropa

[unwiseheart]

I think next time we should pick a movie where the villain is not Russian...

[ Or someone pretending to be one, with an incredibly bad accent.

Bad movies aside, it's Friday night, later on but still an hour or two short of midnight. That meant grabbing something to eat or hitting up the theater for something stupid with a friend (that friend usually being just Gaby). The only real social thing Nicolas does anymore lately, to be honest, and, unfortunately, very predictable. It's never been a problem before, so it eventually stopped occurring to him to be paranoid, instead using the same route back through the streets of Heropa as they always did. Even in the face of what may or may not be another crisis, the lack of random people with random powers showing up makes it seem like a distant problem as they stroll down the sidewalk, under the light of the street lamps. ]

Do they even make movies like that anymore, here? Maybe there's someplace that plays old classics instead.

[ringen]

[ What's wrong with Russians being villains, though. Sure, the accent was entirely laughable, but...

In any case, Gaby falls into stride with Nicolas, her heels clicking against the pavement. With her hands in the pockets of her jacket, her shoulders rise in a shrug, a contemplative look on her face. ]

Old classics, like those "Bond" movies. Is that what you mean?

this thread, part 2, shh

[unwiseheart]

[ With the garage being the last place he'd had in mind to go, the intent remains, even down one eye and leaving a bloody mess of a trail behind him. Helsing's fast, harrying his every move with blades, blades, so many blades, a few arrows. Where she even found all of these or even thought up how to cover them in silver, Nicolas might think on later, but not now.

Right now, his goal is coming up in his blurring, red-tinged vision. The front of the garage, the great big doors that roll up. If he makes enough noise, surely Saya will take notice (surely Saya is in; he'd be upset to know how wrong he is).

That hope clinging to his thoughts, a massive werewolf comes barreling into the garage, right through the front and taking the doors in his way with him, glass, metal, and all, and probably straight into any cars parked within... ]