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Heroes and Villains (RP); Good and Evil...
Topic Started: Feb 23 2009, 11:01 PM (3,560 Views)
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Earth…An interesting planet. Green and blue, floating out in the edge of space, on one of the many arms of the Milky Way Galaxy, near the edge.

Until recently, not much of the galaxy really knew about it, excluding that it was ‘mostly harmless.’

It is home to many strange creatures, most notably of which are it’s native inhabitants, humans.

On this planet it is the year 2011 C.E. (Common Era).

This Earth is full of life, vibrant. Beings, some human, some alien, some supernatural walk this planet, with various powers and abilities. Some hide it, others use it to pursue their own goals, while others use their gifts to stop evil.

The Earth is at a tipping point, dealing with ‘evolved’ humans with abilities, aliens from the stars, and a strange upward emergence of supernatural entities.

These…are just some of the stories…

-New York City: Petrelli Residence-

“Of course…” an older woman said, speaking on the phone, “Yes, I’m certain…”

She paused, as the speaker on the other line continued.

“No, I’m positive…It will happen…”

Another pause.

“I’ll make sure of it this time…We’ll have multiple sources, and not depending on just a handful of individuals…” Angela Petrelli said, “Now thank you Mr. Saxon, but I must be off now…”

She hung up the phone, sighing as she looked to the TV. A man was giving a speech…

-New York City: Times Square-

“Citizens of New York…My name is Nathan Petrelli, and I am your junior senator,” Nathan Petrelli, eldest son of Angela Petrelli said, holding his arms up. The crowd roared with approval.

After all, it was never to late to worry about reelection.

“I have helped keep this great country safe from terrorists, both from outside, and those within our borders. Additionally, I am helping to spear head a new initiative to help all of you during ‘super battles’ between those with abilities.”

The crowd roared with approval, not knowing that Nathan himself had an ability.

Nathan continued giving his speech, knowing that more then just those voters of New York were watching it.

Petrelli Rally: Time Square

In that crowd of voters was a young man with messy brown hair and a bored look on his face. He was watching Nathan Petrelli's speech with no interest. He never did have a lot of love for politics, but Peter Parker was a reporter, and he had to cover it.

'Man, this guy is so boring.' Peter had not taken much notice about the 'super abilities'. He'd really start to worry if the politicians started talking about super heroes. Of course, Peter had dealt with things worse than politicians. Well... almost worst.

New York City: Private Penthouse

Watching the rally on television was a lone man with a shady past. He sat on a plush white couch, sipping wine from a glass. His suit was made of the most expensive silk in the world, his shoes made from the finest leathers. He was not simply rich – he was insanely wealthy. In fact, he was one of the richest people in the world.

He owned property in every major city in America, and most major European cities . . . plus a few South American and African cities that did not have extradition treaties. Thanks to high-priced attorneys and the low turn out of super heroes in courtrooms, he had never been convicted of a crime.

He was guilty as hell, though. Of course, he owned most of the major news corporations in America, and he gave so much to charity that he was beloved by the public when he should have been dispised.

Lex Luthor sipped his champagne as he watched Nathan Petrelli give a speech.

“Oh, I'll have to meet him.” Luthor remarked.

-London: A Pub-

A man snorted slightly, looking at the TV. The bartender was showing the speech.

“Find something funny?” another customer wondered, looking towards the man, “I thought you would like this guy. Aren’t you an American?”

The first man, who went by the name Samuel Hawkins, nodded, “Yah…Born and raised in L.A…My dad’s from here though…”

He turned his attention back to the TV. This was one of the many reasons he left his home…

Samuel Hawkins tapped his fingers idly on the counter top, to a tune he had heard someone whistle earlier…

-Los Angeles-

A breath…Another…

Yes…His strength…it was returning.

A man nearing his forties walked along the street, people giving him a wide berth. He didn’t seem exceptionally big…His clothes were wet, a slightly tattered suit, and he hadn’t shaved for what looked like a couple days.

He flexed his arms carefully, looking back…Yes…That had been…interesting. He was suppose to be dead, wasn’t he?

But he wasn’t…Time to find out if there was any fun.

And, unceremoniously, he ripped out a telephone pole, and threw it into a store.

That’s when the screaming stopped, and Ethan Vire reveled in his power…
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Hours ago, an incident had taken place in the western U.S. A tearful brown-haired girl who saw it claimed it was a cold-blooded murder. A man in what looked like armor worn in the Crusades, but modernized and energized, had been involved. The "victim" had displayed intense anger, feral tendencies, and had taunted the "murderer" with various personal attacks, ranging in everything from faith, to romance, to simple battle prowess. He had even claimed innocence, and that he was not what he was accused of being, but when they fought, that was proven false. He continued to taunt the man in the armor.

Eventually, though, when cornered, he proved no match for the man in the armor, despite his taunts. The hunted wielded a feral and vicious nature, and dark power. The man in the armor, wielding a sword that seemed to be glowing and a gun that seemed to be both conventional and...otherwise. And that was only his equipment, to say nothing else.

Didymus, or agent codename "Vidit Light", top operative in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special Templar Division, walked into general Fury's office, stopped before his desk, and saluted.

"General Fury, sir! I've returned from that assignment. The so-called "good vampires", the Cullens, have been fully exorcised. We found some sickening things in their manor, and I had to chase their son into the forest, but we've got the situation under control and are sweeping for any remnants of their taint."

With that, he paused and took a deep breath.

"However, I hear you already have a new assignment for me specifically? Or was it simply you wished to personally brief me on yet another task for Templar Division in general?"
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Feb 24 2009, 02:16 AM
"General Fury, sir! I've returned from that assignment. The so-called "good vampires", the Cullens, have been fully exorcised. We found some sickening things in their manor, and I had to chase their son into the forest, but we've got the situation under control and are sweeping for any remnants of their taint."

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NOW, BACK TO YOUR ORIGINALLY SCHEDULED RP ALREADY IN PROGRESS.
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(Vidit wins at life.)

-Petrelli Rally-

Two men moved through the crowd. One had horned rimmed glasses, and looked to be in his mid forties. Another was of much darker skin, and moving through the crowd with relative ease.

Suddenly, a hand came down on Peter Parker’s shoulder, though gently.

“Hey, you’re Peter Parker, aren’t you?” the man with the horned rimmed glasses wondered, “I’ve seen your photos. You’re pretty good at getting those angles.”

The man smiled at Peter. Not to far from them, but staying separate, the dark skinned Haitian appeared to be watching the speech.

“Actually, I do have a few questions…” the man said. He pulled out his wallet, and flashed a badge, “About this Spider-Man…”

The man with the horned rimmed glasses smiled politely…Normally, Peter’s Spider Sense would be going off…But someone appeared to be blocking abilities…

-Los Angeles-

As Ethan Vire began to terrorize one part of this city, in another part entirely, two brothers were arguing.

“I say we wait until tomorrow…Look, the sun’s going to go down in a couple hours anyways. We should tackle this in the morning,” the taller, though younger one, said.

“And I say we take care of them now…” the shorter, and older one argued, “I don’t want to be responsible for any other innocent people being killed by those blood sucking freaks…”

“Fine…” Sam said, knowing it was pointless to argue with his brother, “Let’s get out the supplies…No one is around right now anyways…And the nest isn’t suppose to be very big. Only around ten or so…”

“Yah,” Dean laughed, “Just us versus ten super charged blood suckers. Damn, least these kind are easier then the rarer ones. Wooden stake to the heart, and boom, they’re dust…Oh, and fire. Can’t forget that…”

The two brothers stopped behind their car, an old Apollo, and popped open the trunk, and then opened the false bottom, showing a number of weapons. They started to get ready.

Little did they know, someone else was also planning on visiting that nest…
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S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters-Fury's office

Nick Fury, a man who held the rank of General in the United States Army, sat behind his desk in his S.H.I.E.L.D. Uniform. There was a black beret on his head and a eye-patch over one of his eyes. He leaned back, taking a glance at the report, and he grinned.

"Good work Special Agent Light. I can always count on you for the tough ones." Fury gave a small smile. He leaned back in his leather chair and gave a small sigh. "You deserve a medal for this one, though."

"This assignment is for you, personally. I can't trust this one to just anyone." He reached into a drawer and took out a small CD case, pushing it across his desk to Vidit.

"All the information you need is there. Your target is said to have a kind of dark powers unlike anything we've seen before. However... we have no reason to believe she is a danger to the general public. I want you to keep tabs on her, learn as much as you can. You are not to engage her, not unless you absolutely have to in order to protect your life or the lives of others." Fury explained.

He then slid another CD to Vidit. "This one... is an update on Ra's al Ghoul. I know you've gone after him before. The intel is sketchy at best, but if it's true, his group is planning something."

Fury stood and saluted. "That's all I have for now. Any questions?"

Petrelli Rally

Peter paused. It was not unusual for people to ask him about Spiderman -- Parker was famous for his photos of the webslinger. The fact that his spider senses weren't going off, though, made him hesitate.

"You and everyone else in the city. Listen, I've gotten lucky to get some really good shots of Spiderman in the past, but I don't know how to contact him if that's what you're after."
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-Petrelli Rally-

“You don’t?” the man with the horned rimmed glasses asked, looking skeptical, “From what I knew, you’re also something of his press agent.”

He reached into his pocket and handed Peter a card. It had the words ‘Primatech Paper’ printed on it, along with a number below it.

“Give this to Spider-Man next time you manage to run into him…My associates would like to have a word with him,” the man said, then turned to walk off.

After a few minutes later, The Haitian turned and left too.

-Titans Tower-

“DUUUUDE!”

A green changling paused, holding up a ball of stinky socks, then paused.

“Aww, man…Cy’s not here…” Beast Boy sighed, tossing the funky smelling ball to the side.

“Oh well, that means the TV is mine!”

Beast Boy jumped unto the couch, flipping on the TV.

-New York City: Kirby Plaza-

“So what are we doing here?” a young man wondered. A older man scowled slightly.

“I’m thinking…” the wanted criminal answered, “There’s a lot of evolved humans…I can…tell…In this city…”

The younger man appeared to grin, “You’re going to go power hunting? Can I tag along and help?”

Sylar paused, considering, “As long as you don’t get in my way…”

Luke grinned, “Great…First…Can we get something to eat? I saw this pie shop…”

Once more Sylar paused. Pie?

“…Fine…pie first…”
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An alley

Static was forming in the deep, dark alley. Energy was forming here, and the alley seemed to bend. That's when it became stronger. Then, a hole like object opened in thin air. Out of it came an 18 year old, wearing a pinstriped suit.

"Hmm...A suitable place to stage my plan." This kid said.

Though he had the appearance of a kid, he was actually thousands of years old. He stopped aging because of the overuse of his special ability... time traveling. His name? Pokey.

Time Square

Standing in the crowd stuck out a portly man. He had a jagged mustache like no other. He was wearing a biker suit, and his belly was sticking out slightly.

Though despite being fat, he was one of the most muscular figure around. Enter Wario.
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Sumdac Warehouse #456, Detroit

Like many others around the world, a large flat screen television was playing coverage of the Petrelli Rally from New York City. Apparently this was an important event, so much so that stations from all over were working their hardest to cover it. Because of this several sets of eyes--actually technically optics--were watching as well.

"This is booooooooooooring!"

A large robot looked down, his blue optics catching sight of the small girl on the floor who had made the complaint. Her name was Sari Sumdac, daughter of one of the 'fathers of modern robotics', multimillonaire, Issac Sumdac. Of course that was before he went missing. As of now, Sari was tachnically an orphan. Apparently she had no records of birth, adoption, nothing and because of this she had come to live with the Autobots in an abandoned factory....

The large robot gave a small sigh and looked back at the screen, ignoring the small redhead for a bit. She had been complaining for quite awhile. Obviously an organic child's attention span was shorter than this speech.

"Bossbot! This is booooooooooooooooring!"

.....And apparently a certain yellow Autobot's was shorter as well.

Optimus Prime looked over to the yellow and black bot who was sitting on the floor beside Sari, both looked as if they were going to die if they had to go through this much longer.

"Listen you two, you know it's vital for us to keep up on affairs from all over, you never know what the Decepticons may be planning next."

"But it's booooooooring!" Both complained at once. Optimus groaned.

"Well why don't you go do something productive, i'm sure Prowl wouldn't mind you sitting with him outside at the park-"

"Actually he told us to get lost after Bee decided he was going race some kids who had skateboards" Sari explained. Bee gave an embarased laugh.

"Hey but I won!"

"Yeah after tearing up about three trees and busting the foutain. I thought Prowl was gonna kill you!"

Optimus shook his head, still alf watching the rally on tv. "Fine, go see Bulkhead, I think he's painting or something"

"Nope! He told us to go away too!" Sari added "Bumblebee wanted to see how fast he could paint a picture and ruined six of Bulkhead's in the process"

"There was splattered pain everywhere!" Bee stated with a laugh. Of course Optimus didn't see the humor in it.

"Fine....I don't even know why i'm sugesting this but what about Rachet?"

Both Sari and Bumblebee looked at eachother with horrified expressions. If Optimus had an eyebrow he would have raised it.

"What did you do to Rachet?" The boss finally asked.

"You don't want to know" Both replied, now looking back at the television. Optimus sighed but turned back to the screen. At least it was quiet for a bit....


Petrelli Rally

A silver haired teenager stood in the large crowd, listening to Petrelli's speach with little intrest. The girl had been sent here by her uncle, though for reasons she was unsure.....Something about lots of special beings...Something unnatural...She hated things like this.

The girl, known simply as Charmcaster, sighed and ran a hand through her hair, looking down at a book of spells in her hand.


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Little Rock, Arkansas: Airport

The TVs all over the airport were tuned to the Petrelli Rally. One girl who didn't seem to care, was a 17 year old who just finished High School (she skipped Kindergarden because of her early ability to read).

She was headed to England, her dream destination. She had wanted to go there since she was 14, and now she had a chance. Michelle Ramsey was just too anxious for the flight to care about anything else.

This is so exciting she thought, I can't wait! The attractions, the food they have, the British accents....the British boys with British accents!!! At this point, she was jumping on her chair.

She could have been stared at, but she didn't care. This Arkansas girl was headed to England!
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S.H.I.E.L.D.-Cyborg-labs

"Project Zero is ready." One voice said.

"Body temp... 107 degrees." Another said.

"Body fluids are in balance." A third voice said.

"Open the capsule." The first voice replied.

These were scientist surrounding a capsule. Inside was a body of a red cyborg.

"Capsule opening!" The second voice said.

The capsule finally opened and the cyborg stepped out.

"Welcome to this world, Zero." The third scientist said, a grin on his face.
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Vidit saluted.

"Thank you, sir." he said, in response to his assignments and Fury's compliments. "Shall I personally follow this-" he held up the disc containing his next assignment-"-and otherwise pass on that Templar Division shall focus on Ra's Al Ghoul?" he asked.
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-Somewhere in Wisconsin-

In a large mansion, a white haired man was not watching the Petrelli speech.

He was sitting in a large chair, enjoying a glass of cranberry juice.

However, the enjoyment was short lived, as he slammed down the phone.

“Blasted Green Bay…” Vlad Masters snarled, “Why won’t they sell me the Packers?!”

With a sigh, he turned to the side, taking a sip of his juice then placing the glass to the side.

Vlad Masters drummed his fingers idly.

“Hmmm…”

-Petrelli Rally-

“Great, we get a field trip to New York City, and we get stuck listening to some old guy giving a speech…” Danny Fenton muttered.

“Quiet!” Sam Manson, one of his best friends said, waving her hand to quiet him, “This speech is important, especially to you! Haven’t you been listening to anything he’s been saying?”

“Why would he?” the last of the trio, Tucker Foley wondered, not looking up from his PDA, “It’s boooooooring.”

Sam sighed, shaking her head at the two, “He’s been talking about ‘new initiatives concerning super powered individuals…’ and the government wanting to keep a tighter lock on people with powers…That’s you Danny…”

She dropped that last part to a whisper.

“Psh, so?” Danny said, “What are they going to do, get the Guys In White after me? I can deal with them.”

Tucker grinned, nodding to Danny.

“Ugh…” Sam sighed.

“Come on…Let’s ditch…” Danny said, “Everyone else has. Mr. Lancer can’t track us all down.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Tucker said, pocketing his PDA, “Sam?”

“I’ll stay here, where we’re suppose to be…This is important guys!” the goth girl answered.

Danny smirked, then grabbed Tucker’s wrist. The two suddenly turned invisible, unnoticed in the crowd…

-N.Y.C. Alleyway: Near Petrelli Rally-

Danny and Tucker reappeared in an abandoned alleyway.

“Alright, first, I’ve always wanted to try a New York City hot dog!” Tucker grinned, rubbing his palms together.

“They’re not as good as they say…”

The two teenage boys froze, turning as the Man With the Horn Rimmed Glasses appeared at the end of the alleyway.

“Danny Fenton…” the man said, walking forward, “Or should I say…Danny Phantom? Super powered individual with a number of abilities…”

“What…what are you talking about?” Danny said, taking a step back, as did Tucker, “I’m not Danny Phantom! Don’t be absurd!”

The Man With the Horned Rimmed Glasses smiled.

“We’re confident that you are…Now you can either come quietly…Or…”

He reached into his coat pocket, letting the threat hang there.

“Danny…” Tucker muttered, “Maybe we should have stayed with Sam…”

Danny growled, assuming a battle stance, “You’re not going to hurt me or my friends…”

His eyes flashed green, “Fine, you want to find Danny Phantom? Well, I’m Going Ghost!”

He held up his arms, and a beam of light flashed around his waist…Then disappeared.

“Danny! Your powers!” Tucker shouted.

Danny’s eyes widened, focusing, “I’m Going Ghost!” Again, nothing.

“Sorry…” the Horned Rimmed Glasses Wearing Man smiled, “My friend can nullify abilities…”

Tucker and Danny turned, seeing The Haitian. He held up his hand, and Tucker fainted.

The Man With The Horned Rimmed Glasses smiled, as Danny fell to his knees, The Haitian working his powers on the teenager.

“Make sure you wipe the Foley kid too,” the man said, “Don’t want him remembering.”

“…Wah?” Danny muttered, as his world started to go black.
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Manhatten-Sidewalk

Pokey walked along the sidewalk, looking at this old world, plotting how to take it over.

"Hm, I'll need financial help." Pokey mumbled to himself, as he shuffled along. "But who will sponsor a 1000 year old, 18 year old?"

That's when he saw it. An ad from a newspaper, tattered at best, lying on the ground. It was advertising a company called Lexcorp.

"That's the ticket. Let's have a meeting with this 'Lex.'" Pokey said, laughing before breaking into a coughing fit.

Hotel NYC

A man in his sixties was exiting his hotel room, and began to walk down the hall. He was garbed in the average uniform for a general of the US Army, and had medals pinned all over his suit.

This was one of the most important men in the army, known as General Armquist. He was sipping on a cup of coffee when another soldier approached and saluted him.

"At ease." The general said with a nod.

"Sir, we have a slight problem." The soldier said. He sounded panicked.

"Well, tell me now, private!" The general responded, after hitting the elevator's down button.

"A strange being is terrorizing a part of the city...he is described as wearing tattered clothing." The soldier said.

"What's he doing?" The general questioned, stepping in the elevator.

"He ripped a lamp post right out of the ground." The soldier said.

"Well, alert General Fury. This is not my city to protect, I'm only here for the conference. This area is out of my jurisdiction, private." The general said, softly with a touch of envy.

The doors slipped open and the general stepped out, and walked to the exit.

"I will alert General Fury immedietly." The private said, pulling out his cell phone.

"Very well. I have work to do." The general replied, stepping into a limo parked outside.
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S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters-Fury's office

Fury gave a small shrug. "We've had no signing of al Ghoul for a while, now. If we get any solid evidence as to where he might be, I'll want you to personally investigate it... until then, follow up on your new assignment."

He paused. "Be careful... this one is known to the public as a superhero. We're only interested in her because of her powers. They aren't natural... and they don't come from anything good."

Titans Tower

"Turn. It. Down."

The voice was monotone and unenthusiastic, but it was clear enough in the point: Beast Boy had the TV entirely too loud.

The speaker was a pale girl in a blue cape and hood, who was floating in the kitchen. She had ventured out of her room (which no one had better enter) for one of the few reasons she ever did -- food. A large book was tucked under one arm, and she seemed instantly annoyed at Beast Boy for the volume of the TV.

Cyborg was every bit as annoying with programs, but at least he knew better than to turn them up so loud Raven could hear them from her room. Beast Boy... did not get that memo.

Raven glared daggers at him as she fixed a sandwich.


Meanwhile, another door opened and in came a young man in a blue and black suit. He looked pretty different than he used to -- aside from the hair, and the mask. That mask never came off. Even in the shower.

"Titans! I just heard there's a situation in Los Angeles, let's go!" Nightwing called to the others.

((As you may or may not know, in the comics the Titans were in San Francisco... and since we all know Jump City is located on the coastline anyway, I figure they might as well be in California somewhere.))

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Michelle looked at her watch. She was as ready as she could ever be...now she just wanted to be on the plane to England.

She was getting so anxious, she couldn't take it anymore. She just wanted on that friggin' plane.
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