Legends aren't born! Legends are made! From the humble beginning of those seeking glory, they strive to rise to the occasion to establish their legacy.
Legacies crafted from the ambitions and actions of those extraordinary. Born with powers that exceed the capabilities of mere mortals, everyone is destined for greatness.
Remember, Legends aren't born. Legends are made! However, every legend is different from the other. Every legacy leaves a wake of darkness in its wake or a shining ray of hope. The question is, what type of legend will you be?
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< CRISIS SYSTEM ARRIVED! > The Crisis System has finally be constructed and release to the general public. We encourage people to test out the system and enjoy themselves in drafting grand stories capable of changing the dynamics of the Role-Play World. Understand that the system is new, thus there are some kinks to be worked out that we couldn't due to not having enough man power to test! Make sure to read the rules which are placed in the Rules and Checks section of the RP Boards.
< THE NEXT MAJOR EVENT! > The Next Major Event will arrive starting the first week of Decemeber! Why are we making this announcement so early? Because we want to provide ample amount of opportunity to warn the community to start preparing and testing out their move sets. It will be a faction event once more, which means Heroes vs Villains BUT remember that Vigilantes are now thrown into the fray. It would be utter chaos so stay tune!
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Post by Big News Gecko on Mar 5, 2018 23:45:53 GMT
The woman directed the group of amateur villains up some levels and a bunch of staircases. She would be a fool to lead the pack of murderous individuals, especially ones that had not earned her trust. Thus, she was in the back of the group – simply giving out orders of when to turn. As this occurred, the henchmen began to disclose information about their abilities. One man in some robotic costume, reminiscent of Star Wars explained to have gravity. The woman would think to herself:
“Great. We have some damn nerd. He better actually has gravity powers as he claims”
Another individual came to be able to phase through anything, quite the rare quirk. If only she met him months prior, he would be participating in top secret missions. Nonetheless, she had high hopes for the villain. Another interesting quirk was the boy with the ability to reshape the ground? Although the woman knew he was withholding something.
“Shape the ground? That’s very specific. There has to be more to it…that brat.”
She would continue to listen as she navigated the bunch through a confusing, almost maze like design. Who would ever build their base like this? The organization the woman worked for had very interesting members apart of it, one capable of altering the building. Some would speak with very boastful manners, others with sly remarks – specifically the one claiming responsibility for turning on the lights. Eventually they came to a door, it already creaked open. With a sharp order for them to halt their movement, the woman began to speak into the intercom.
“Deathpierce. Open up!”
“Huh?”
“Open up, you got damn ragdoll”
“What was that you witch?
“Argh! Its me, wonder tits!”
“HAHAHAHAHA!”
During this exchange, everybody could hear the woman argue with her accomplish. They could hear the accomplish considering he was behind that door. During its laughter, an electronic sound could be heard. The outlining of the door turned green, she instructed the first henchman (the first poster after the last NPC post) to open the door. It revealed a room with advance technology: monitors, large hard drives, dozens of materials dedicated to hacking and explosions. There was a huge round table in the middle of the room.
Deathpierce’s accomplish, a raccoon with a riot vest on, was standing on the table typing away while staring at a monitor. Attached to the raccoon was bombs with wires seeping through the man’s costume – possible even into his own body. He would push the mouthpiece away, obvious the intercom he was using to communicate with Deathpierce.
“Well look at this sack of shits!”
“Well if that isn’t nice, hehehe”
“Hahahaha”
Despite both employer’s absolute disdain for each other, in rare moments they could reach common grounds. Mostly in the realm of what they considered to be humorous.
“I am Rumble! The fucking brains of this operation!”
“Everyone, take a seat at the table….Or stand, doesn’t matter to me.”
She would sit at the end of the round table. Rumble would instruct everyone not to sit at the other end, it was his seat after all. He would begin pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself. Deathpierce began filing her nails, wanting to make sure they were pretty. Eventually the raccoon began to talk.
“Look here! Money fuels everything..its the essence…..FUCK IT!”
Rumble would bang his fist into his palm. He would then push a button on his keyboard, causing the door to shut and light to turn from green to red.
“Look! I need some fucking money. She needs some fucking money. We are going to get some fucking money. BUT to do that we need to kill..kill those damn cop bastards protecting the fucking money…you hear?”
“Pfft. Such a vermin.”
“Argh!!! What are your quirks? Spill them out? We need a plan; a plan is always needed.”
“Hush already. Don’t make them repeat themselves.”
“That’s right! There will be three teams!”
Squad One:
Deathpierce | Drayce | Nike
Infiltrate the Bank and Breakthrough Vault. Chosen due to Altering the Earth and Intangibility. You Both Kill NPCs.
Squad Two
Ninja Person | Vader | Gajeel | Luna | Afro
Defeat/Kill the Guards. Lookout. You will mostly be station outside around the premise. keep the entire block free of intruders. You All Kill NPCs
Squad Three
Rumble | M'sondaa
Take down security measures, keep the air free of any potential enemies. Primary objective, protect Rumble. You are strictly story until Action arrives. You and Rumble will talk back n forth.
As Rumble ranted on, he explained the layout of the squads and the course of action that would be taken. Once done, he would confirm if everybody understood or not.
"Plan B if all this fails? Explosions! NOW THAT YOU KNOW THE PLAN...there is no way out. HAHAHAHA."
Post by Big News Gecko on Mar 11, 2018 16:01:05 GMT
As the helicopter was flying away from the battlefield, which the bank and its streets became, Rumble could be heard laughing insanely. Nothing more than fireworks caused the little rodent extreme happiness. Where were they going? The raccoon had no intentions of flying it back to the warehouse. The aim was to “crash and burn” down in Central Park to throw any opposition off their trail. There were bound to be enemies chasing after them, after all they were in a flying death machine. Almost a successful day, the rodent simply needed to ensure their escape.
“HAHAHA WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY!”
“Just Drive this Damn Thing Straight You Idiot!”
“Whoa whoa! What got in your G-string you witch?”
Rumble was indeed flying straight, in fact he was an excellent flyer. Deathpierce was ironically deathly afraid of heights. Trying to keep her composure, she looked at her watch once more. It was ten minutes after the hour, which meant the mission had started. This grant heist was nothing more than a decoy, to distract the professional heroes and police force as another accomplish of theirs worked on securing a target. This money meant nothing for the organization, they had more than enough to fund their causes. Going through the true intentions of today’s events, the woman began smiling – he was being free in a matter of an hour.
“What you are smiling for?”
“Just get us out of here! I HATE HEIGHTS DAMMIT!”
“STOP BEING A BABY!”
Rumble would continue to fly, eventually reaching Central Park. He would inform everybody to equip themselves with parachutes. He intended to crash the helicopter into the tree, cause a fire that would further tie up authority figures. A van was already stationed nearby on the outskirts of the park. The villains would make their way there, Deathpierce would take over the driving. Rumble in the passenger’s seat, listening to a wide broad of New York communication systems – include policemen channels. They had to ensure they escaped. Eventually they would make it back to the warehouse.
As both professional villains got out the car, they opened the backdoor revealing the bags of money and henchmen. Rumble would look at Deathpierce whom looked back at him. Both would laugh chaotically, in bliss that they caused destruction – death – and chaos while escaping with their own health intact. Deathpierce would break the laughter to speak with the three henchmen.
“I hope you fully understand that you guys were mere henchmen. In a reality where ya failed, we would not have come back for you”
“HAHA THOSE POOR GUYS ARE GOING TO BE JAILBAIT! HAHAAH”
“Urgh! Enough laughing already…Either way. You guys will have assigned your roles due to the beauty abilities you all have.”
“DOG EAT DOG WORLD! ONLY THE BEST SURVIVE IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN WORLD!”
“What the rodent says, makes sense and is completely true. Evolution blessed humanity with Quirks, but then it got lazy. Humanity stopped evolving and dedicated it’s time to lazing about.”
“Wait! We doing this? For real?!”
They would turn their backs to the villains, perhaps a sign of showing somewhat trust has been established.
“Yes Rumble. These guys performed well. They have shown me that they embody what the organization aims for. Now it’s time to find out if they are interested in aiding the organization in its endeavors.”
“You are inviting people, without the Boss Man’s approval?”
“He will be find. Strength is in numbers. He’ll understand.”
“Meh! He would never kill you anyway, you spoiled bitch. Imma go count the money!”
“Don’t! The money is theirs for payment of this work and as a token of appreciation.”
She would turn around and look at the three.
“Join the organization? Strive to evolve this world. It’s going to with or without us. We might as well be at the reign, aye?
With the bank heist coming to a close and the other members of the project nowhere to be found afro quickly game to an irritating conclusion "They stole my money" Said zeed as the realization that he wouldnt be getting payed for his services sunk in, "Next time i see that one ill take her life as payment.
Upon landing everything was explained. A Decoy? Everything was starting to make sense the heist was clearly attracting attention from the start and like initially thought it was supposed to. The blanks had been filled. But even though the heist was a decoy it was still a very big operation. If they would go to such elaborate lengths for a simple decoy the perspective entirely changed. Its obvious now that they were more then a competent organization. Their true objectives must have been much much bigger. With that in mind there was only one thing he could say. "I accept" It was clear that such a high level organization would benefit Drayce in regards to his notoriety and fame as an upcoming villain. And if the cost were that he would have to play the role of a soldier for a while it would all be well worth it if it catapulted him to the top. "I like the way you guys operate but this whole henchmen thing. I assume that was status regarding the heist and now as a group member that's not the case. If so I look forward to working with you."
Prometheus' movement would be suddenly cut short, being swiftly dispatched in an instant. The attack came out of no where, with only a fleeting streak of gold being an indication to the assailant. The birds would remain in sky and track Prometheus for the remainder of time, as they knew the time would come where he would need their help. To say the least, Prometheus was severely disappointed in himself. Not only was he stopped a block before escaping, but the mere fact that he was forced to attempt to escape was enough to anger Prometheus. This would mark the second time Prometheus was overwhelmed in the day. For the moment he would take his loss, but this would not be the end, not by a long shot.
Post by Pretty Flacko on Mar 11, 2018 17:57:34 GMT
After a roundabout trip and staged helicopter-crash in Central Park, Nike and the others made their way back to the warehouse where they originally assembled. It was there that they were made privy to the true nature of this operation as nothing more than a cover for a more grandeur plan, one that was to be carried out in the near future. In a show of respect for their abilities, Nike, Drayce and M'Sondaa were invited to participate and aid in their endeavors.
*Ha, so this whole bank robbery scheme was nothing but a staged performance, huh? They can cause this much damage when they're playing around; makes me wonder what they can accomplish when they get serious. After all, the world is destined to descend into greater chaos.*
Though one couldn't tell from his casual lack of concern, Nike's mind was instantly made up. Being a part of their group would aid in his ambitions and allow him to form his own underground connections. Plus, if they were serious, he thought it would be far more interesting to stir up trouble with them than deny the offer.
"From henchman to made-man, huh? And to top it off, we can keep the money. You drive a hard bargain, sweet-heart. I think I'll take you up on that offer. I'm lookin' forward to stirring up more trouble with the lot of you."
Last Edit: Mar 11, 2018 18:05:18 GMT by Pretty Flacko
Vader's rage was palpable. He had never suffered through such humiliation. A sith lord, capture by a hero? He'd rather have been killed. Vader's rage flowed through him, creating a menacing aura of killing intent. He would never forget this hero, Passion. For now, however, he would need to focus on escaping this current predicament. Though, admittedly, the odds seemed to be stacked against the Dark Lord.
The villainous virtuosos vanished from the vicinity leaving behind a vast trail of vanquished heroes. Theirs was an invaluable role in the production of "The Grand Heist'. Orchestrating a robbery was elementary. Escaping, praiseworthy. Surviving and swatting respondents; your tactical brilliance outwitting their numbers? Now this was a performance worthy of theater. An act reserved for a master vaudevillian. Still, the shadow can only hold greatest to the light which produces it. For this reason the more heroes fell so did the villainous quintet's stock rise. Viola! the curtains closed to the stage and the actors disappeared to the back rooms. In this case M'sondaa and 'friends' would find themselves back at the warehouse. In the safety of its vast hall, Rumble and Deathpierce would express their satisfaction. The later going as far as extending an invitation to their 'cause'. How trite. These untrustworthy vermin, now professing admiration their snake oil statements no doubt showering truth with deceit. "We came here, murdered potential recruits, revealed our quirks.......some more than others and traveled to Chinatown. Where we sacrificed more talent for supposed great wealth. Wealth that you seem quite willing to give in its entirety" M'sondaa would edge closer to the woman, stopping two meter from her. "Now your talking about mankind's evolution. All the while harboring an unstable rodent who'd wish nothing more than their suffering. I have no qualms joining. Just answer me this. Seeing as you had the resources to simulate a live cops and robber event, what exactly is the name the organization & who is it that chairs it? After all we've done and given, its only fair. Don't you agree....." The lightning in the room had obscured his face during his monologue. That was until he inched forward one meter and raised his head "....Partner"
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