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Post by Darren Blanco II on Oct 25, 2019 4:27:45 GMT -4
Removed from the auction proper by about one or two kilometers sat an old HD300 shunting locomotive. It was an old but robust beast of steel which ran on pure torque and pulled cars upon cars of heavy merchandise all through the ports of Japan. The country relied heavily on its port infrastructure, and as such it wasn't uncommon to see railway tracks running between warehouse and unloading areas and perpendicular to the steel rails of amovible cranes, which stacked the containers retrieved from the ship for them to be carried to their strange purposes all over Japan, fueling the ogre of industry. And on the shoulder of the ogre of industry was perched the imp of crime. It was a nasty, bloodsucking thing borne of corruption and lawlessness, entertaining a seemingly symbiotic but ultimately parastic relationship with its hosts. At first it was relatively harmless, selling drugs and shoplifting and jaywalking. It even proved itself useful as hired muscle to disperse striking workers. But soon and inevitably it grew into a tumor, draining the life-blood of its host. And in the worst of cases, it dipped its grubby paws into the business of death and assorted weaponry. The cranes were working tirelessly to load the last containers as the last of the auction was conducted. The train driver was smoking a cigarette with his co-driver, the two men laying against their engine and watching the distant auction taking place under cover of the night. "Hey," said the first one. "What do you think it is this time?" He had worked as a shunting engine driver on the docks for many years, and he had learned that while asking questions was dangerous business, there was no harm in speculative guesses. "I don't know," replied the other one. "Looks like there's a bunch of rich assholes. So, probably drugs." The first one chuckled and drew on his cigarette. It made him feel like the main character of a film noir, and it made him forget that he was just an old boring train driver to whom nothing incredible happened and who always saw things from a distance. Some nights he wished something would happen so he'd have a cool story to tell his grandchildren on his deathbed. he was forty and childless. The co-driver was a younger man and didn't care for any sort of action. He cared for a paycheck and the night shift paid more, and then he cared for the impressive collection of anime figurines he had at home and which he would never even dare mention to the other dockers. All he wanted was to get home, go to sleep and wake up to the package he was expecting any day now -- a 1/144 Real Grade 00 Raiser gunpla. --- "All units on standby. Operation Sea Shepherd is a go in 0005. Team Thomas is to keep a watch on the shunting engine. We have confirmation that merchandise from the auction is being loaded on board. Exercise caution and restraint: high chance of civilian personnel on board. Do not engage before Operation Sea Shepherd is a go. I repeat: Caution and restraint. High chance of civilian personnel in the area. Do not engage before Operation Sea Sheperd is a go..." The orders crrsh'd and crrrk'd over the earpieces of police and heroes alike, assembled in a special task force under the authority of the JNRSF -- Japanese National Railway Security Force. Most of the officiers present were from the force themselves; all had extensive experience in urban assault and specialized training against railway terrorism. They were clad in thick, padded, Kevlar-reinforced gear from head to toe and carried snub-nosed submachineguns. Behind their balaclavas and ballistic goggles and gas masks, they wore the expression of stone lions: impassible, dignified, relaxed yet menacing. Few were on foot; more waited in idling vans and shut-down helicopters, ready to take off at a moment’s notice. And among them, of course, pro heroes. This was the first time such a large-scale operation was undertaken with the cooperation of these newly minted professionals and there was uneasiness on both sides. The JNSRF officers shot them furtive looks and spoke to each other in whispers and murmurs about these men -- these superhumans -- they were supposed to cooperate with tonight. They wore the same earpieces they did, but would they listen to orders the same as them? Were they able to deal with hostage situations the same as them? Did they have the training and discipline they had spent years and years drilling into themselves? ‘Only time would tell’, lesser men would have said, but Lieutenant Yamatori Masao was no lesser man. Figuratively and literally: he towered at a good 195cm, which by Japanese standards was NBA size or Joestar size, depending on how much of a nerd you were. Despite being the highest-ranked among the boots on the ground, he was also the newest member of the JNSRF present tonight -- yet none of the veterans second-guessed his appointment. He had transferred into the force after resigning from the army a year ago; his last achievement with the JSDF had been to lead and protect a bunch of UA kids in the Semper Fi debacle. That’s what made him resign. He was built like a tree trunk or like an American war movie hero, tall and broad of shoulders and with a brow like a brick wall. The submachinegun looked like a toy between his enormous hands. Even in whisper his voice boomed like a mortar, as he extended a firm handshake towards the heroes. “Lieutenant Yamatori Masao, Japanese National Railway Security Force. I’m in charge of our little here boarding party. I hear you guys are more r’ less outside the chain of command, but that ain’t gonna be a problem if we all act like men, ain’t it?” His smile was broad and his teeth misaligned, but he was smiling with his eyes. “If all goes well we won’t have to do nothin’ and the boys over there will shut down this lil’ operation and we’ll all be posin’ for the papers tomorrow. But if there’s somethin’ years of army have taught me, it’s that nothin’ ever goes well. Ain’t that right, boys?” Emboldened some by their leader, the boys in black murmured agreement, but the wariness did not leave their eyes. Only Lieutenant Yamatori’s were free of such emotions. So far in his career, he had only ever been shot at by non-quirkers. --- tl;dr: - the train drivers are smoking and talking in front of their locomotive, they don't know exactly what's going on but they know it's criminal - police and heroes are laying in wait, hidden, watching the train. They are not to intervene before the signal is given - the lieutenant (that I recycled from Semper Fi) is extending a friendly hand to the heroes to try and break up the tension a lil bit - the villains are meant to post first, if/when they hijack the train, heroes can assume the go signal is given. Assume it takes you guys enough time to get there that the train is already rolling at pace by the time you hop on ooc: Welcome to your event, boys and girls and everything in-between! I will be expecting you guys to read ALL of these oocs carefully (the next ones will be much shorter, no worries) and, of course, to read each other’s posts (I know, sounds dumb, but it happened before that people didn’t read each other’s posts lol). In addition, I will be requiring a tl;dr at the end of every post detailing every action your character undertakes, to make both replies and combat moderation easier. DO NOT take control of any NPC in this thread unless otherwise specified. For this first round I want the villains to post first, so they can hijack the train and get it rolling. Villains can assume the drivers will be intimidated and obey; heroes should assume the train is rolling by the time their posts come around. The intended setting is that of a fight on top of a moving train, so try to play into that: attempts to stop the train are welcome but you should expect them to be frustrated in the first few rounds; less so later on. We’ll establish the posting order after the first round. You’re free to switch it around if it fits you guys better, but ping me on discord if you do. There will be a strict 48h posting timer, meaning that you have 48h to post from the moment it’s your turn. You WILL be skipped if you can’t manage a post in time and don’t inform us, but a 24h extension can be granted on-demand (again, ping me). No further extensions will be granted. Naturally, this rule also applies to me! If you are skipped, you are to make a quick summary of the actions you are going to undertake on discord and -- you guessed it -- ping me. Don’t go for anything too complicated in that case, and expect less success than from a proper post. I won’t knock you out of the thread and shit on your character if you provide the summaries in a timely manner, but I won’t hide that I will be favoring those who actually post in my combat moderation. This will be a DE thread. In practice, those who have threaded with me as a GM before know I ain’t trigger-happy: as long as you don’t do anything outrageously stupid, I’m happy to rule heavy injuries over death. Play to your abilities; don’t godmod and don’t metagame. All the sheets and information you might need should be in the rules, but if you have a doubt about something, you know what to do -- yes, ping me again. I’ll be much more conciliant with the stuff you want to pull off if you arrange it with me beforehand! Last but not least, keep the setting well in mind. This one is addressed more to the pro heroes, but remember that there will be civilians on the train and that it is carrying dangerous stuff from the auction. Like, for example, explosives. There will be fireworks -- what fight on top of a train worthy of its name doesn’t feature explosions? -- but do keep in mind that your public image will suffer if you handle stuff poorly and cause them. I’m not above holding yall responsible for the deaths of a few NPCs if you’re completely careless. And, of course -- and this is the most important -- enjoy yourselves! We are here to have fun together, not to take the measure of who has the biggest imaginary superpowered dick! Okay, maybe a little bit. But mostly to have fun!
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Post by Savage on Oct 26, 2019 19:42:41 GMT -4
Savage had come to the auction with little in mind at the behest of both the Vagabonds and of Ana, and like a child forced to tag-along with his mother to wal-mart he felt nothing but disinterest for the majority of the auction. Most of it were ways to kill your opponent without being there, or at a range both of which were incredibly boring but eventually he stumbled upon something that restored his usual chipper mood. Explosives, lots of explosives, now while yes killing someone at a range while not being there is boring, explosions remedy this by being noisy and big boom, two of Savage's favorite things. They had shown off a massive box filled with classic explosives such as grenades and C-4, but then they started to say buzzwords like "nuclear cores" and other nonsense that immediately piqued Savage's fancy, so of course he got into a very heated bidding war with another patron of the auction over the valuable commodity but in the end he managed to win out and also took a mental note of that man to kill in the future.
As the auction continued moving forward with Savage nearly salivating at the potential destruction he could reap with such weapons of mass destruction they unveiled the special prize of the night which was... Interesting? All he saw was someone becoming a mutated creature that yes could be a good fight if it didn't just seem to slobber and bleed. The giant tattoo'd man simply squinted, this was the big show of the night? Truly? He looked at Jean wondering if what they were looking at was supposed to be impressive, and he guessed it was since he could see his second in command already pulling out a syringe to perhaps sneak a piece of it's DNA for himself. Meanwhile the giant merely shrugged, even if this man's quirk before hand was lacking he was never that interested in quirk enhancing drugs, or well drugs in general. Lucky for Savage right as things had gotten a bit dull they were about to get exciting...
Suddenly another living titan called out that the police had arrived, and not a moment too soon. This was the real show Savage had been waiting for after all, he had a bad propensity of assuming most things were traps but to be quite honest they usually were. Normally in circumstances like this Savage would gather together the boys and enjoy the bloodlust be he could tell each was fixated on their own products, sighing with his arms folded he said. "Fine we'll split up and take our loot, but if I have to break any of you from prison I won't be happy." And like that most of the boys scattered to the wind all except for Jerry and. Lumbering out of his chair he stretched with little concern for the oncoming sting operation. "Alright, I want my explosives. I believe I saw them placing it in the train along with your goods." He said looking at both Ana and Jerry who seemed to be ready for a brawl. "Come." Savage was never one to really take situations particularly seriously, seemingly unphased by the gunfire and general chaos, if anything he was more depressed that as undercover cops revealed themselves around the area that none of them were near his group. Truly a pity. However he did spot two interesting figures, a cop with a gun and a man with his arms raised, it was such an iconic image that he could identify even in the pandemonium that surrounded him.
And he decided he wanted it to take with, with no words he walked up to the poor quirkless cop who when seeing the living avatar of chaos shifted his gun toward the goliath allowing the lower level thug to run away. This wouldn't do for Savage who whispered to Ana. "Go get the little one, I'll with the boy in blue." Flashing a smile at the man Savage continued to saunter over in a frenzied panic the cop pulled the trigger but the bullets while they did manage to penetrate the thick carapace that was Savage's muscles, they would not be enough to down the hulking figure who in a single bat of the back of his hand knocked the police man unconscious while Ana brought the thug back to him, grabbing both by their collars and dragging them towards the train Savage now had felt mildly accomplished.
Anyway with his hands now full he lead his troop toward the train letting the two following him sow as much chaos as they chose, it was none of his concern if Jerry decided all wood in the area needed to burn or Ana wanted to fine tune her swordsmanship on some of the police, but he wouldn't help merely pressing forward thanks to his current load. Eventually as they got to the titan of steel and industry he'd spot two modest workers enjoying a smoking break, Savage would smile upon greeting them, using his the intimidating aura he had to his advantage thanks to his incredible height and rather bulky mass. If the other two attempted to speak to the drivers Savage would raise a hand, basically telling them "ey shut the fuck up i'm talkin' here." Yes while still carrying the people with by their collars.
"Ah! You two must be the drivers of this train, wonderful! It's now our train, and I suggest you get on the train or...." Savvage looked up to the sky tapping his chin with a free thumb he didn't need to use to carry the men. "Or! I crush your head like a watermelon and drink the insides, and to be quite honest I'm feeling... A little fidgety this moment so if you prefer to be a willing sacrifice to the blood god than be my guest!" Of course in usual Savage fashion he didn't raise his voice or let out a yell, instead he attempted to keep a semblance of civility whilst threatening to literally drink the brain matter from their heads like a milkshake. Assuming he successfully intimidated them going into the train he'd walk in happily to move onto the civilians inside the train itself, if he failed he'd roll his eyes throwing a low kick to break the shin of one of the drivers then would move on telling the other driver he'd better carry his friend. "I'm full and my friends are murderers so I suggest you hurry up before I add another felony to my record."
Once they actually got into the train Savage would toss down his newly acquired hostages remarking. "How long do you two take it till Jean commits war crimes on the police men? I'd give it ten minutes but I always feel as if I overestimate him." He said folding his arms behind his back placing his foot ontop the still conscious thug he had acquired so he couldn't move. --- Tldr Bought explosives Leads Jerry and Ana towards train Takes a cop and a normal thug hostage Threatens and possibly breaks the shin of a driver Is now relaxing in the train.
OOC: Savage did not acquire nukes he just bought into what was basically the equivalent to a snake oil salesmen. It was just marketing and buzzwords, they are just normal military grade explosives.
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Post by Anastasia R. Volotskaya on Oct 28, 2019 23:54:55 GMT -4
Don't Let It Bring You DOWN
Ana had been to her fair share of auctions before. The crowds it amassed alone was enough to keep her away from any to date. Or, up until tonight. There were whispers of one of the illegal kinds- one that would surely spell out a bit more 'fun' than bidding for lavish cars or aged paintings. This one, as she hoped, had the kind of contraband that the businesswoman that she was liked the look of. Fun indeed, it seemed.
Stood next to the behemoth of a man that she came in attendance with alongside his merry band of misfits, Anastasia made sure that the crate jammed full of bottles of Oxycodone were hers for the taking. Bidding first and graciously had always worked for her in the much more mundane auctions she'd attended in her past, and it worked just the same when it came to buying the pain killers that she'd surely make a profit off of. She'd cross her arms after, a satisfied grin cracking across her red lips,"Amateurs." She muttered in Russian, smiling all the while.
It didn't take long for the auctioneers to bring out the main event. The woman that was running the event gave a grand demonstration of a hyper-drug that she had been working on, killing the lab rat in the process. Ana cringed at the sight, scoffing at the colorful splattering of blood on the ground. The smuggler had seen her fair share of blood, but even so she felt a twinge of pity for the poor fool. Still, if enough people died for that experimental drug to become a reality...
The thought was cut short as the sound of sirens caught the crowd's ears. All around the group of baddies were undercover cops now doing away with their disguises in the name of justice, and Ana's first instinct told her to arm herself. The hilt of one of her two daggers- always wrapped tightly to the each of her thighs- was pulled from it's home at her leg as the molten metal rushed from the back of her throat and over her tongue to pool in her mouth. The Vagabonds were being split up as the metal bender pressed the hilt firmly to her lips, her tongue licking at the side of it as the blade glided smoothly out. It shined a molten orange, just as it always did, and by the time she'd finished crafting it the others were gone, leaving Savage and the newcomer Jerry with her,"So, Lion, are we having some fun carving our way out? Or are we taking product with us?" Her voice was deep and raspy from the use of her Quirk, but it would return back to normal in time. The question would fall on deaf ears as the bear of a man was much better at hearing himself talk rather than others, caught up in his own chaotic plan unfolding as he beckoned for the two of them to come. Ana did so, following at his side rather than behind him like some lackey. She was more than that.An undercover cop and lowly thug caught the burly man's attention, and Savage bent over to whisper in the redhead's ear to intervene,"I thought you'd never ask." A grin curled at her painted lips and she twirled the still glowing dagger once before lunging forward into a sprint. Bullets were sprayed at Savage, but Ana knew him well enough to know he was too stubborn and stupid to die to such tiny things. While he would brute force the cop, the redhead would use a much more sly tactic. Knowing that she was faster and much more mobile than the sorry fool they'd decided to hold hostage, Anastasia made use of the dexterity at her disposal to intimidate the man into submission. Holding her dagger tightly in one hand, the redhead would use the other for a cartwheel, landing with ease in front of the man as her Lion busied himself with the other. She'd hold the dagger out at the man threateningly, tilting her head with the same sadistic smile to use one of the few words in Japanese that she'd learned just for a moment like this,"Surrender." And so he did.Savage grabbed his two hostages and they were off, their destination being the train that was sure to have the goods that both of them had been promised- the explosives that the brute had wanted and the crate full of pain killers. The little minx would behave along the way, not wanting to waste any time with hauling the product into her warehouse in Kabukicho, as much as she wanted to cause a little chaos along the way. There was a time and place for such things, and Anastasia would much rather get a bit risky when her drugs were in the safety of her own home.The two conductors were as spineless as the redhead would have guessed, and knowing Savage well enough to let him do the talking Ana stood in silence as her dagger was twirled between her fingers to cool it faster. She'd nod in agreement with his words when she had to, following him into the train and leaning against the wall of the interior,"I'll give him five minutes. The bastard was always so patient with anything but homicide." Ana inspected her manicured nails as they waited for the train to get moving.
Summary: -Ana bought Oxycodone (y'know, to sell later) -Followed Walked alongside Savage towards train, using her Quirk to make one (1) dagger along the way. It'll be hardened by next post. -Threatened a hostage into submission by doing COOL FLIPS and passes him along to Savage -Lets her man do the talking -Inspects her nails and waits for the train to get GOIN'It's Only Castles BURNING |
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Post by Jerry Bluejay on Oct 31, 2019 0:47:16 GMT -4
Auctions were absolutely hell on the nerves of the perpetually angry bird. Each frantic word of the ring man, the pitter patter of their cadence driving nails on the chalk board into his mind. Throbbing headaches were a staple in the bird’s life, the constant irritation leaving him an unwavering grump since childhood. Alcohol, marijuana, little provided reprieve for the bird. At least he had developed quite the tolerance to Aspirin, most notably due to his immense stamina keeping him from overdosing. So after downing his second bottle of the night to get through the auction, he’d watch in morbid fascination as some poor sap burst into a mass of flesh due to some strange quirk enhancing serum. At least there was a truckload of explosives in the Boy’s possession when the night was through, as Savage fed into some salesman’s y’all tales of nuclear grade weapons bent on bringing forth a new Holocaust. Absolute bullshit, the bird thought, but there wasn’t any arguing with a rabid Savage. At least they seemed to be actual explosions, something that’d be quite useful for the pissed off pheonix’s quirk. Jerry could only laugh as he looked at the idiot who decided to run up Savage’s bid, the greedy simpleton unwittingly signing for his own execution.
...The whole thing was a sting. Sirens blared, ruining all the minor relief the Aspirin had provided. The bird wasn’t worried at all about the guns pointed towards him, as the smell of burning flesh soon filled the auction house as the nearby policemen were quickly lit on fire. It was a slow, agonizing death that was only worsened by the holes Jerry punches through them with his spiked knuckles. It was nothing more than business. The police knew the risk their job held, especially if the dumb bastards thought trying to corner Japan’s most dangerous band of Boys whenever they were together.
And as three of the Vagabonds scattered in a similar direction, they’d find themselves on a train with their ill bought goods. While Savage and Ana managed to physically take hostages, Jerry would instead light himself ablaze, grabbing onto a nearby bystanders’s knee, attempting to melt the unlucky victim’s flesh in his hands, where their agonizing screams could forever be etched into the assumably horrified passengers nearby. Granted, there’d be a good chance they wouldn’t have it etched into their memory for too long, as it was likely close to their own demise. There was no pleasure in the bird’s face, especially if the bystander’s clothes lit ablaze following his potentially melted kneecap, just an unnerving scowl on his beak. He’d then kick the passenger into the floor, letting pained screams echoing through the train he quite the warning. Heroes would show up regardless, might as well give the public a reason to stay silent in fear. Besides given the absolute mess Savage would no doubt leave in the cockpit, there wasn’t anything wrong with a little bit of maiming.
”Fucking immediately. No questions asked, shit’ll go down.” Jerry would answer in response to Savage and Ana, the banter quite the contrast to the horrific, borderline sociopathic mauling he had just committed. But the coldness, the calculated chaos that a flaming, angry bird in itself sent a message. And that’s what Jerry was about, after all. It seemed all The Boys has something to strive for. Savage wanted destruction, Jean wanted progress, Ed wanted frogs, and Ryung wanted to be a pestering little shit whenever possible. But Jerry? He wanted to send a message.
•Jerry fucking hates auctions •lights police on fire? I dunno if exposition npcs count as your npcs but if they do just assume it was attempted rather than a sure thing •Doesnt take a hostage, but attempts to burn through a bystander kneecap to frighten them into complacency •If bystander clothes catch on fire he attempts to kick them into the floor •gives a high end on Jean fucking slaughtering everyone c Rank Fire Stamina jump e Rank speed brass knuckles
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Oct 31, 2019 8:21:15 GMT -4
Far in the distance resounded a foghorn, and soon after the horrible noise of steel scraping on concrete. The operation was a go.
Things had to be kept on the down-low, though, and that meant quite a few dockers were still working when the operation started. Agents were placed among them to help them evacuate, but a crowd of them panicked and ran out through the train loading area. Over the heroes' and police's radios orders were shouted:
"Evacuation of civilians longer than planned. Team Thomas is ordered to stand-by... Risk of collateral damage too high. I repeat, stand back, only go when the green light is given by Command. Over."
While this happened, a scrappy group of villains made their entrance on the scene, bumbling their way to the locomotive where the two drivers were smoking. It didn't take long for the villains to get to them, and for a particularly bestially large one to order them to get on the train lest he drink their brain matter or let his friends do all manners of murderous things to him, or maybe both at once. To illustrate, they even had a lady with a knife flip over the co-driver and hold him at knifepoint.
They looked at each other. They looked at savage. They gulped. They nodded. They got on the train, were intimidated into not doing all the propers checks and just turned on the damn thing and got it rolling. The hydraulics huffed and puffed as the train slowly starter, progressively getting faster, carrying all manners of joyful toys behind it. The train was already going when the radio rang again:
"Team Thomas, the civilians have cleared the area. You are free to engage! Green light given!" tl;dr : civilians dock workers are blocking the intervention while the villaisn get to the train and start it, because everyone wants to fight on a moving train not a boring stopped one
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Post by Tyson Rhodes on Oct 31, 2019 9:07:07 GMT -4
"All units on standby. Operation Sea Shepherd is a go in 0005. Team Thomas is to keep a watch on the shunting engine. We have confirmation that merchandise from the auction is being loaded on board. Exercise caution and restraint: high chance of civilian personnel on board. Do not engage before Operation Sea Shepherd is a go. I repeat: Caution and restraint. High chance of civilian personnel in the area. Do not engage before Operation Sea Sheperd is a go..."Tyson got up as one of the helicopter crewmemebers opened up the door, bouncing up into the bird and taking his seat. Strapping himself in, he took a moment to adjust his new gloves and jacket. Digital urban camo. That was the best he could get on such a short notice. Zipping up his body armor, he moved to the side to grab the grey shemag to wrap around his neck. One final check at his boots and shin guards...all good to go. He lowered the volume of his earpiece so that he would be able to hear the ambience noises as well. His earing was fine anyway. He turned his head to the side, tail settled beside him. Such a large scale operation. Honestly, it almost looked like it was a war zone. If Villains were to get involved, then yeah it was about to be. It now dawned on him. Now, more than anytime else, his life and the lives of many officers were at risk there. This was no easy patrol job. No easy swatting of a simple thug or two. "Overlord Actual, Delta 5-7 Wilco, over." Tyson spoke into his microphone. It looked like his comms were clear. No interferences as he confirmed the first set of instructions from Lt.Yamatori. His mind trailed back to the first moments during their meeting. He had firmly shaken the guy's hand and grinned. He had even thought of playing with the others around but their faces had stopped him from doing so. No matter if he had his badge showing he was a professionally trained hero, the police was still on the fence about him and the other two there with him. He still had asked to be placed on one of the Stike Teams rather than staying independent. Hopefully that was a step in the right direction. A step to show them that Heroes and Police were simply two sides of the same badge. He could not blame them though. Up until that point, any of them three "Pro" could have been arrested by anyone of the officers there for acts of vigilantism...or worse. Tyson shook his head, the sound of the helicopter's blades spooling up as the two pilots began their checklists for takeoff snapping him out of his haze. That was it, showtime. He wondered what kind of approach the other two would take. He had never met either of the two, but trusted in their maturity. He would hope they wouldn't be those kind of asinine heroes that want to do everything themselves. " Vega, Snake. Delta 5-7, how copy? You guys can call me Blacktooth. What's your status? Over." He asked. He wanted to know what they were up to. In the meantime, off he went with Delta team. If all went well, he wouldn't have to do much. But that was not really going to happen now, would it? "Team Thomas, the civilians have cleared the area. You are free to engage! Green light!" It looked like the evacuation team was going even through the hassle. Then, a loud horn, the chugging of metal and the buzzing of his radio informed him of the train moving. Whoever was in there was making a run for it. "Overlord Actual, Delta 5-7. Positive contact, they are making a run for it! Are there any civilians on board? What are my engagement rules, Liutenant?"Tysong gave but a nod to the pilots, the two immediately beelining and homing in onto the train. He would get up, untie himself and move to the now open port, as the technician signaled him his tactical infiltration was green. Hopping off the helicopter, Tyson slid down a deployed rope and in a flash he was standing on top of a container at the end of the convoy. Quite the action movie situation he got there. He would have grinned, but there was nothing to be laughing at right there. He started at the locomotive off in the distance. Show time. "Break Break, Delta 5-7 I have boarded the train, last carriage. Requesting permission to engage. Delta 5-1, can you guys be my singing bird? Requesting CAS on Delta 5-7. It's showtime boys. Over."
C Rank - Speed, Burn, Range D Rank - SAS training (Martial Arts) F Rank - Stamina, Durability, Nausea, Blindness -Tyson boards a helicopter as part of Strike Team Delta. -Asks for the other two heroes' status. -Boards train on the last carriage, asks the liutenant permission to engage hostile target. Asks he helicopter pilots to stay up and give him close air support. (He's calling in a UAV basically)
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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Nov 1, 2019 22:43:16 GMT -4
Before every mission, Mikhail always thought back performing a show. He remembered coiling backstage, hearing the roar of the crowd through the thick walls of the dressing room, a deafening rumble that sung in his bones. People in numbers had always scared him. Crowds were something more than human, something vast, capricious, and singled minded. He would close his eyes. Breathe. Steady his shaking hands. Open his eyes, stare into the mirror. Adjust his makeup. Drink water, clear his throat. Fidget with the clammy sensation of the wire microphone pressed into his neck. Close his eyes. Breathe. Before every mission, like every show, Mikhail’s stomach twisted into jagged knots, like a wire being dragged through the length of his serpentine body. Raw. Electric. He’d be frozen in place, and want to be anywhere else.
He had to be perfect, though. He needed to turn heads. To set off fireworks.
Tonight was no exception.
The last show of this scale Mikky had performed had been Tokyo5. For helping arrest Nick Cross, he’d been honored. Praised by his students, by the government, the press, for a few days, the talk of Tokyo.
Lies, all of it!
Yellowjacket had caught Cross. Serperior had been, at best, the opening act.
Not tonight. Nothing less than perfection. "Team Thomas, the civilians have cleared the area. You are free to engage! Green light given!"
The order to engage crackled over Serperior’s radio, and he stirred from his coil atop one of the fueling stations, a tall, windy metal catwalk that bridged across the tracks, the perfect vantage for someone without any fear of heights. His amber eyes blinked open, finding the train as it chugged to light, slitted pupils widening with interest and delight.
Finally!
Serperior reached up, pulling his hood up, and making sure his domino mask was on tight. Nothing about it was necessary, other than keeping the rain off, but appearances mattered, after all.
A second voice crackled over the radio as Serperior slithered to the edge, twisting his tail around the width of the fueling catwalk. More military jargon. He sighed. Frankly, he was more concerned with the way the entire structure creaked and groaned from the wind.
“Roger, Affirmative, That’s a “Hello there” Blacktooth. Serperior here, currently--” He slithered forward, and dropped, swinging down like a pendulum as the train raced toward them.
“Boarding!”
The wind whistled in his ears, and his stomach lurched, the ground flying toward him, the train rocketing forward. Mikhail felt a rush of lightheadedness--was he wrong? Was the catwalk too slippery for him to grip? Was he going to crash into the ground, and splatter like a very green banana, before getting run over by the tra--
“Haha!” He whooped, swinging over the top of the train, his own momentum, for a bare moment, nearly matching the vehicle. He wasn’t wrong. He let go with his tail, dropping into empty air, twisting and tumbling ten fully meters before--there!--he landed on the roof of the train, midway along its length, lashing his tail around the bars of a maintenance ladder to secure a new perch on the roof.
“There we go! Sigma...one...which is me now, is aboard the train! Copy, we are loose in the caboose!” He reported. Frankly, he didn’t know enough about Tyson to make a judgement. Most of the time, Serperior could only keep track of teachers, and pros above him in the ladder. The voice sounded very military, though. It could have been a cosplayer or an enthusiast, of course. People had odd tastes!
“Vega, can you get me a head and location count? I’m going to be obvious.” He asked. Vega was the exception to Mikhail’s shoddy knowledge of heroes. Mikhail knew and had recommended him to the job personally. Vega was a far better person than Mikhail was, and another reason this all had to be perfect.
“Blacktoot, I will be your clay pigeon. Operation Sea Priest is now operation Skeet Shoot. Making my way forward along the train slow and colorful, let’s assume they have hostages, shall we? Repeat, the fat man has packages.” He elaborated, still making up his own jargon as he went along. Look, what was the point of acting in “Hearts of War” if you couldn’t improvise from time to time?
With that, Serperior hunkered down low, his entire body pressed down on the roof of the train, as he started to slither forward, car by car. He didn’t try to quiet himself, either--from the inside, his scales had to sound like sandpaper running over the metal roof of the train.
Civilians aboard presented a complication, as he’d mentioned. If they weren’t hostages now, they would be in time. Or, perhaps, corpses. Vega might have advised them to try to ambush the criminals aboard, hiding until the last moment, but Serperior was confident in his approach.
A criminal with nothing to fear had no reason to take hostages, no reason not to simply kill the train workers when they were used up. Better to start planting fear in the train-jackers minds early, and force them to adapt. Better they focus on the one, obvious hero, instead of the two hidden ones.
In some ways, Mikhail still felt horribly unsuited to being a hero, but in other ways, it was just like performing.
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[Quirk: (Durability, Mobility, Damage: C rank) Akido: (D Rank)
TL:DR: Serpy swings down from a fueling station onto the middle of the train as it starts, then starts loudly making his way to the front along the roof, hoping to be the distraction while the rest of the heroes get a villain and civilian count.]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2019 0:43:02 GMT -4
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Toma had slipped away from the group of cops and heroes, he didn't care for all of the technical jargon and knew what he needed to do anyway. Having stationed himself further down the tracks, and outside of what he assumed was visual range from anyone piloting the beast when they started the engine, he stood and watched silently. His plan was simple. If there were no hostages he would simply melt away the cabins windshield making it inhospitable for anyone trying to pilot the train itself. From there he could sever the connections between the Engine and any cars and end the whole train heist in a flash.
The taskforce and another voice he didnt recognize broke out in military jargon. It wasn't that Toma didn't understand him, he just didn't care to respond as Blacktooth called out to them on the radio asking about their situation. He needed to watch, and was waiting on Mikhail to start his part of the plan. He hadn't know for a fact that Serperior would be a distraction, but he had a gut feeling.
Blacktooth called out on the radio when he landed on the train shortly followed by the more familiar voice of Mikhail declaring his contact with the moving train. That meant it was his time to move too. He started to jog backwards away from the direction the train would be coming before taking a quick hop and engaging his suit. He let his quirk flow through the conduits integrated into his suit and out the control points on hid gauntlets and boots. And with that little hop he took flight. He wasnt flying very high. Just a few meters of the ground and maybe a half meter outside of the trains usual dominion on the tracks, but the tricky part was flying backwards.
As he started to soar in reverse, his thruster like gear firing in cycling bursts, he heard Mikhail call to him specifically. He wanted him to scout for a headcount. It made sense. Chances were there were hostages, and it would be nice to find out how many.
"Sure thing Snake. I'll let the train buzz by ..." He stopped mid sentence as the train came into view. It was coming at him quick, which meant he needed to pump up his reverse speed if he wanted to both see into the cabin and be able to land somewhere on the train without inertia tearing of his lower half. "I can see the cabin now."
Toma raised his altitude as much as he could, along with maxing out his speed, just in time to get a decent glimpse into the cabin as it passed under him. The culprits probably saw him too, but that was unavoidable anyway. Even with a black leather suit he was a big glowing target in the sky.
"I don't have a firm headcount." He radioed back just before performing a controlled crash onto the last car of the speeding train. "Guah…. I'd say at least two hostages." Toma stood up and dusted himself off, shakily getting his footing on top of the rumbling steel beast. "There were more than three people up there."
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Nov 5, 2019 15:39:42 GMT -4
A series of eyebrows were raised over what the Lieutenant and the assault team heard over their radio and coming out of Tyson’s mouth. Sideways looks were exchanged. Lt. Yamatori finally spoke up, his voice more soft and helpful over the radio than his build would suggest. “Blacktooth, Command is just called Command, not Overlord Actual. Stick to simple words if you don’t know the jargon. That goes for you too, Snake. Over.”
It wouldn’t be long before the civilians cleared out. The heli in which Tyson was sitting whirred to life, its turbine roared and its rotor spun and before long it was up in the air and headed for the train. The rest of the force, huddled in vans and reinforced cars, soon joined them overland.
The spectacle of the heroes bordering the train was something to behold: Blacktooth roped down, Snake swung in and Vega swooped down, each of them making use of their unique skills to kick things off in style and efficiency. The voice of the lieutenant rang over the radio:
“Team Thomas, confirmation that a villainous group have boarded the train. It looks like they know each other and are able to coordinate well. Extra caution is advised. We only have confirmation of two hostages in the locomotive, but keep in mind the train was being loaded, dockworkers might be trapped inside the wagons. We do not know if they have ties to criminal organizations. Proceed with care. The quirked villains are your jurisdiction. Assault teams will be surrounding the train and freeing the civilians as you secure each wagon. Over!”
The flashes and sounds of gunshots could be heard and seen around the train, which was now going at a steady 70 km/h. The drivers, despite their immense, instinctive fear of the beat-man-thing that was Savage, did not dare push it further, derail the train and make their deaths a sure thing — whether it would be from the crash or Savage passing his nerves on them.
“Team Thomas, reporting contact with enemy mercenaries. They were probably hired by the auctioneers to buy time and make assault procedures harder, and they’re doing a damned good job of it. Only the CAS helo will remain with you, we need to clear the way for safe extraction. Good luck out there. Give them bastards hell. Over!”
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Post by Savage on Nov 7, 2019 5:33:47 GMT -4
Savage pondered the other two and their input about Jean, slightly stroking his chin in thought before shrugging. "You two are right, Jean's never been patient when it's come to killing. Perhaps its my fault, he always tells me I indulge a bit too much~ But just because Jean's right doesn't mean I won't do it anyway." Savage leaned back, resting on the metal wall behind him, he knew a retaliation was coming there'd be no way government forces would leave an entire train next to an illegal auction unattended, by this point it was a bit routine for him. But at least the moving train could spice things up a tad or at least give a comfortable breeze whilst they fight.
While the train went on its business moving Savage looked down to the incapacitated police man and the thug who was hyper ventilating but trying to make his greatest attempt to stay quiet while this went on, in theory the two should be working together but Savage wasn't too enraptured by the idea of a useless fourth so instead he wondered what he could use these hostages for... While he was thinking about all the wonderful plans he heard the sound of a BUMP, of course this signaled exactly what Savage had hoped for and it came at just the right time as a light bulb emerged in his head! "I think I have an idea, Jerry would yo-" He was cut off by a mechanical looking figure flying by the cabin window which he'd wave too, obviously looking at his hostages. "Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted. Jerry, I need you to put this on for a second and Ana I'd like you to prepare a a few "traps" for our company would you? I feel like enjoying my time today." He said with his usual devilish smile as he took off his massive Hawaiian shirt and wrapping it around Jerry, meanwhile Savage tore a piece of metal in the ground and folded it in to make a little rod capable of being pushed through the throat to maneuver the head. "I want you to use this to maneuver the head a bit once you're in."
Before Jerry could even ask what he mean't by that Savage immediately went to work gutting the thug who's breathing had upset the living Hercules double, he did it in a strange way too mostly to see if he could. Instead of using his hands to excavate the man's innards he only put a single one on the man's mouth as he used his foot in the way one would use a sharp knife kicking it into the man then stepping down just enough to let it all... Pile out. To go further into Savage's quick and hasty surgery would be a bit nsfw but to sum it up he carved an opening out of the man while placing Jerry side using his massive shirt to keep Jerry dry whilst using the man's shirt to cover up the giant hole in his midsection he held the man by his neck. Afterward Savage would dig his hands into the roof of the train tearing it open with one hand and pulling himself up to the top so he could meet his opponents of the day. "Make sure to beg for your life and bob the head back and forth, I'm counting on you my little angry bird." He whispered to the red fowl, however before he finally made it out suddenly a thought would also surge to Savage's mind making him raise his voice so Ana could hear him over the now speeding train. "OH! And Red, before you join us could you perhaps cut out the sleeping lawman's knees out? Just so we don't make it too easy for the heroes, after all today we're playing a part!"
Finally with all this done Savage lifted himself to the top of the train, blinking for a second as he felt the cold wind hit his body; what a wonderful feeling. There he stood, his pants and shoes soaked in blood, wearing a devilish smile with piercing orange eyes he held out one of his arms in a grand gesture as he stared down the giant snakeman that seemed to be moving fast along with the helicopter that loomed around, wondering where the last one went he flashed a look behind him. He was flanked, good that mean't it was fair. He seemed unconcerned with the vibrating of the train as he started to speak. "I understand you've all come to do your jobs! Protect the small man, procure and subsequently do away with all these hard fought illegal objects that I and many others have paid quite the bit to obtain! However while I appreciate your... Willingness. To offer yourselves to me on a silver platter, I must tell you that if you take another step I will snap this man's neck." He'd proceed to rattle the man for a second giving Jerry the queue to do some voices and perhaps move the head around. To an astute eye they'd probably notice the... Odd way the body dangled in his hand, at least to those in front Toma however probably wouldn't see it being behind. "And if I'm quite honest I don't think this man's brain could survive a lack of oxygen, so for the safety of all here I think it'd be best to instead..." Savage thought to himself for a second, what was he actually doing here? He wanted to fight them so telling them to leave would be boring if it actually worked out.
"Eh. I've had enough talk." Savage shrugged "Let the blood bath begin!" Suddenly he jerked his figure as he threw the body towards the helicopter with great power following it by charging forward towards the Serpent before him, reptilians were always interesting mutants to fight as they usually had special properties inherent to them to separate them from the rest of the pack. Hopefully this one would have one such special characteristic or he'd simply be a bore.
--- Tldr: - Savage told Ana to make traps - Savage gutted a guy, wrapped up Jerry in his oversized hawaiian shirt, and then let Jerry act as a dead person. - Savage told Ana to cut out the unconscious cop's knee-caps. - Savage tore open the top of the train roof with one hand and stepped outside. - Briefly monologued before saying "eh fuck it" throwing the body containing Jerry at the helicopter while he gunned for Serperior.
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Post by Anastasia R. Volotskaya on Nov 9, 2019 1:08:18 GMT -4
Don't Let It Bring You DOWN
There was a never dull moment when it came to Savage. Even in a time where concrete plans were the key to snagging the product and living to tell the tale, the brute of a man would rather choose chaos each time. It's what made him so dangerous, after all. Unpredictability meant that they would nearly always have the upper hand. Or, so she hoped.
"Traps. Got it." Ana, still twirling her dagger in her hand, let more of the molten metal pool in her mouth. She knew not what the man's plan was, but she wasn't about to argue with him. It's true that the Russian was hardly a follower, but her Lion knew much more about fighting than she did. Though she'd been in her fair share of brawls before, it was always the sneaking part of the smuggling business that she preferred. So, knowing that traps were usually a part of her own plans as well as Savage's current one, she began flicking up small spiked caltrops around in her mouth. It was uncomfortable, yes, but surely pulling daggers out of her mouth was much worse compared to this. All she had to really worry about was swallowing one.
Before the redhead knew it, however, Savage was cutting one of the hostages open. It was... creative, to say the least. Ana had seen her fair share of gore in her time as a smuggler, but she'd never met someone as fucked up as him that would willingly open someone up to scoop all of the contents out,"Christ..." It wasn't shock or fear that forced the thought into her mind, but disgust. She would scoff, grimacing at the sight as the mountain of a man used his foot, of all things, to shovel out the organs into a pile on the metal floor of the train. Jerry was wrapped in Savage's eyesore of a shirt and swaddled like a baby as he was crammed into someone's dead body.
Making the art project corpse to look like a live hostage, Savage began making his way up to meet the Heroes that would surely come to stop them. Before that, however, he made sure to tell the redhead to carve out the second hostage's kneecaps. A nod would be given to him before she glanced down at the unconscious cop laying on the floor. The dagger held in her hand, now cooled from it's glowing orange state, would finally be used as Ana knelt down to the side of him to start cutting.
Though, as she stared at his knee, the redhead couldn't help but think about how ugly it would be. Incapacitating him was important, but it didn't have to be as gory as the show that he'd just put on. Ana glanced between the pile of intestines and organs and then back to the undercover cop's legs,"Hmph." Surely there was no reason to do what Savage said when it came to this aspect of the plan, right? And so that is exactly what she did, slicing the back of the cop's feet to sever their Achilles' tendon on each ankle. Wielding daggers was about grace, not gruesome removal of bones.
Once finished, the redhead sheathed her dagger at her thigh and hopped up to reach the hole in the top of the train. Without the mountain of a man's help as he monologued, Ana pulled herself up and quickly went to remove the caltrops from her mouth. She'd spit them into her gloved hand, dispersing them in a swinging motion along the roof of the train. Though the top rattled and vibrated, the still molten traps would hopefully stick to the top with ease. Or, that was at least what she wanted. It would definitely make things easier. She threw them behind Savage, her back to his as she watched a hawk-like man landing along with a... dog?
"Lion, we have two appro-" The recently-acquired body that held the red bird in it was flung at the nearby helicopter, and Ana sighed exasperatedly. Her dagger was retrieved from it's sheath while the other hand grabbed her spare hilt. Just as she made the first one previously, the redhead formed her second in the same fashion. The back of her throat didn't thank her for it, and her own communications would have to be hindered for the meantime.
That was fine, she thought. Savage always did most of the talking, anyway.
For now, though, Ana would hold her ground as Savage charged forward towards the serpent. She was always one to let the losers have the first move.
-Ana started making mini caltrops and let them chill in her mouth. She's got strong gums it's fine lmao -Savage told her to cut out the guy's kneecaps but she's bad at following orders and working with people so she went for the Achilles' heel -Joined the big boy on top -Threw her caltrops out on the top, and they're still molten so they'll hopefully meld w/ the metal top of the train? (i can only hope tbfh) -Mentioned to Savage that there were people coming, didn't get to finish because the dead body being thrown distracted her. -Sighed, because of course she did -Readied another dagger, and her throat is not happy about this fact. -Let the Heroes come at her.It's Only Castles BURNING |
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Post by Jerry Bluejay on Nov 12, 2019 0:00:25 GMT -4
Very little surprised Jerry. After spending countless months with Savage, a beast whose lack of forethought was often outshined by his creativity in his ruthless sadism, there was hardly anything he had yet to see. Turning a crime scene into a Jackson Pollock painting was run of the mill, and Jerry hardly raised a brow whenever Savage’s boot went straight through the abdomen of some poor fool. ...And then the bird was immediately covered in a tacky Hawaiian shirt, given a metal rod to act as a makeshift puppeteering mechanism, and then given free reign to act as a hostage. Jerry’d grit his teeth, a bit annoyed that the broad was getting the fun job of shattering kneecaps.
”Help. Help. This mother fucker has me captive. I’m scared shitless. Aaaaaah.” The bird’s attempt at mimicking a hostage were, well, stilted to say the least. The movement with the rod was unwieldy, the movements of the mouth not exactly synced with the bird’s uninspired acting. The angry bird wasn’t attending Juliard any time soon, the pissed off pheonix’s acting much to be desired. The body would begin flapping wildly, the bird not ...really sure what he was doing. It was quite the uncomfortable situation, with smatterings of blood and entrails flying as the corpse was wildly flailing about. Anyone that saw this display would undoubtedly be disturbed by the hellish puppet show and sick to their stomach lest their constitution left them strong willed.
Thankfully it seemed the chitchat and terrible acting was kept to a minimum, as the body was hurled into a helicopter without warning. The deafening shshshshsh of the copter’s blades were quickly encroaching, nearly drowned out by an angry avian’s vulgar exclamations. ”SAVAGE YOU FUCK. GIVE ME WARNING FIRST BEFORE YOU CHUNK ME AT HELICOPTERS YOU FUCK!” The bird would irately shout as the corpse was sent careening, before it’d burst into a ball of flames. The remainder of the victim’s guts would rain down, the Jerry’s quirk still available due to the protection of Savage’s massive shirt. The air whipping at his body, causing his flame to constantly be lit, Jerry would direct himself towards the helicopter with a might flap, attending to properl himself straight through the helicopter. If he were successful, the combination of Savage’s toss, his flight, and flesh melting flame would allow him to pierce straight through the helicopter, sending it hurtling down in a fiery inferno as he flapped his way back onto the train.
Jerry gets shoved into a body. jerry is a terrible actor Jerry is chunked into a helicopter Jerry yells angry words at Savage for not giving him a heads up Burst into flames flaps into helicopter Tries to pierce the helicopter and then glide back to train
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Post by Darren Blanco II on Nov 13, 2019 5:14:02 GMT -4
When Togashi got his helicopter license, that wasn’t exactly what he had in mind for his career. He wanted to be a stunt pilot. He was really good at backflips, which are quite hard to do on a helo, you have to reverse the blades midway and reverse them again if you don’t want to fly *towards* the ground, which you should do if you’re trying to land an helicopter, but not when it’s upside down. His piloting skills got him this job with the police. He had been on operations like this before; but before, it only involved rappelling the guys in and out of the train. There weren’t no giant men holding up bodies and then throwing them at you.
They also did not scream about giving them a warning and did not explode in a ball of fire and gore and guts and bits of bone and brain to reveal a cartoon bird gliding back on the train they were supposed to bring close air support to.
On these missions, the turbine of his helicopter never caught on fire, and the fire didn’t reach his kerosene reserves and the tail of the helo didn’t break off from the resulting explosion; sending his vehicle spinning and crashing down. He called out the distress signal and pressed the ejection button. In training; his seat always ejected cleanly. Today it was stuck, and his copilot’s too. It was with glacial calm and a bit of tiredness that Togashi grabbed on the radio.
“Command? We have a bit of a problem. The ejecting seats are stuck and we’re crashing to our deaths.”
He always knew he would die an adrenaline-seeker’s death. He even envisioned the fact that it might be cause by a bird, what with them flying into turbines and forcing planes to land on the Hudson river and whatnot. What he did not forsee was the fact that the bird would burst from the inside of a body like the most fucked-up party cake ever. Life certainly was a strange thing, but it didn’t hold a candle to death. tl;dr: the helo is crashing, from the perspective of its pilot. its actually crashing in another finale thread! I'll link it once AK has made it appear! You can still attempt to do shit like save the pilots while its crashing, but its landing in another thread and you're on a moving train anyway
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Post by Tyson Rhodes on Nov 13, 2019 5:46:29 GMT -4
Tyson ahd remained a little confused about what the Liutenant meant. Not the correct callsign? Wasn't he the head of the whole operation? The hero shrugged. Perhaps there was a difference between the S.A.S. and the japanses military when it came to protocols. He had never really called for that kinda help.
He could not mull on that stuff for long though. From his position on the back of the train, he saw some kind of projectile crashing into what was supposed to be his Air Support. Oh great. A fire villain. Cause him being explosion based wasn't enough of a hazard.
"Command, this is Delta 5-7. Solid copy on callsigns, old S.A.S habits hard to shake off. We have positive contact on the front of the train, one of them just took down Delta 5. I'm sweeping the back containers, do we know where this train is headed? I might be able to detach the carts from the convoy so you guys can retrieve em along the way, over." He quickly reached for his earpiece. Considering the other heroes were way ahead of him, he might as well start clearing some of the carriages and then detach them from the main train just in case the whole thing would derail. Less weapons means a lesser boom if train go boom.
"Vega, Delta 5 is hit, but the ejection seats aren't firing. Get the boys out of that helo before we need to choose what to put on their gravestone, over!" Tyson barked at the other hero. In his position he couldn't do anything about it and that sucked hard, hopefully the other hero would take care of things while he and the snake guy kept a hold of the train.
The black jackal would let himself slide off the container and hop on the carriage unit of the train. Opening the palm of his hand, he condensed a marble worth of his coal. He would use it later. "Serperior, as much as I would want to, less trolling more saving!" He snarked at the reptilian hero. "This is a live operation not a circus. Get into your professional shoes, over!"
Alright then, time to get to work, Tyson kicked open the handle locking the container closed, letting the door naturally swivel outwards. He would lean on it for cover and toss the marble inside the container. Time for a nice breach and clear.
A finger snap and the thing would light up in a bright white flash and smoke as the hero used his quirk's nausea inducing fume and bright light as a makeshift flashbang to cover his entry point. Once in, he would make use of his SAS cqb training and kick anyone who opposed any kind of resistance unconscious.
"Tokyo Police! Hands in the air, Y'all under arrest!" He shouted as he jumped in.
-general chitchat, asks for directions of train, asks vega to save helo pilots, ask serperior to stop trolling. -starts to breach n clear the last cart with fashbangs n kung fu.
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Post by Mikhail Orlov on Nov 15, 2019 0:04:45 GMT -4
Well. As a diversion, Serperior had to say, he was doing spectacularity. Within a few moments of landing on the train, he’d already gotten a rousing response--a literal hulk of a man had climbed out of a car ahead of him, brandishing a bleeding hostage at him. A flush of excitement filled him. If this was his villain, the man looked tough. Interesting enough to be worth his time.
Some small, shrivelled shred of conscience in Mikhail’s stomach cringed at the hostage--the man in the new villain’s arms looked like a wretch, and his new contender was a huge, bloodstained hulk. The carnage he’d already dealt within might have made someone better pause, but…
When you were playing a part, there were no half-measures. You had to live in a role, feel in your bones.
So Serperior coiled back atop the train, crossing his arms in front of his armored chest, a giant himself atop the speeding train, and struck a pose.
“GOOD EVENING! PRO HERO SERPERIOR, AT YOUR SERVICE--I HAVE A COUNTEROFFER! GIVE UP YOUR HOSTAGES, AND ACCEPT ARREST--” He shouted, in the same high, clear voice that had used to cut through screaming crowds of fans, jaunty, cocky, and full of ease. “AND I'll SIGN YOUR BODY-CASTS!”
Partway through his introduction, the villain threw the hostage...or...corpse at the helicopter. Out of the corner of his eye, Serperior saw a burning something pop out of the body, and then the helicopter exploded.
“...Or perhaps not.” He murmured to himself, vaguely annoyed.
Honestly. Did no one have respect for showmanship?
Despite his derision, Serperior felt his blood race. He lashed his tail, meeting the hulk’s charge with his own, but before they collided, stopped short, hand darting to his hip, and pulled out a palm-sized metal rod.
A palm-sized metal rod that snapped open to become a quarterstaff, planted like a greek hoplite’s spear on the metal roof of the train, unfurling to meet the charge square in the hulk’s gut.
“May I have this dance!?” Serperior lilted, twisting to turn the charge-stop into a throw, using the hulk’s own depleted momentum to toss him past Serperior, further along the train. Simple Akido. Flow with your enemy's strength. They were in the opening steps. Feeling each other out, finding what each person could bring. A normal brute would probably break a rib on the quarterstaff, then go tumbling to the dust below. Excessive force? Perhaps. Satisfying and deserved? Of course.
Blacktooth’s chatter brought Serperior back to the other matters. The helicopter, and the rest of the train. Ah. Of course. Distractions. “Professional boots on? To a Naga, Blacktooth? I’m calling HR.” He grumbled, trying to see the helicopter as he fought. Shit. It was going to crash. He could catch it with his tail, maybe, but…
That meant leaving himself open.
“Busy up here. Vega! Counting three heels total. Need help with the chopper.” He hissed. Then, louder, playing to the crowd.
“COME ON YOU TWO! DON’T LEAVE YOUR RENT-A-THUG ALONE! MAKE THIS FAIR!” He sung. Why not taunt the burning missile and the redhead? I will be perfect!
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Serperior focuses on Savage, trying to surprise him by popping open his foldable quarterstaff, and planting it like a pike to intercept the charge, and throw him past Serpy.
Serpy asks someone less busy to take care of the helicopter.
Serperior taunts the other two villains, because life's not fun unless you're making bad choices. Seriously, 1v1 is an even match, maybe. 1v3 is Snake Sushi rolls. ]]
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