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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The fourth national bank was monolithic. An archiac strictrutue paying homage and supporting an even ancient tradition; commerce. Boasting an impressive height of eighteen meters, the architectural 'marvel' was a disaster. A sore thumb at the heart of Chinatown's indistrial district. For contrary to the culture and vibrant eastern inspired neighhbourhoods, it was rigid. Be it the byzantine styled walls, a faded pasty mixture of beige and grey. Cemented sorroundings devoid of vegetative life or color. Most impotantly the grand scale at which its expansive parking lot demanded no almost begged for creative makeover. In truth it was a hallmark of white medricority; wastefull, dull, uninspired but too vital to be ignored.
Nevertheless, today's audacious play apty dubbed 'The Grand Heist' was to occur in this space. In the hours leading to its execution its various actors had assembled & taken to their positions. Stationed on the building's roof was M'sondaa. His intense gaze patienly monitoring his aquitances as they scattered. Orchestrating the day's event was Rumble. A deviant of a character whose mouth betrayed his looks. Standing no larger than four feet, he was an eccentric raccoon, mutt hybrid creature. The stuff that women, children and the ocassional effeminate man would love to pet. Yet, his uncouth mannerisms and proclivity to cursing debased him to your average gutter rat. This man would be M'sondaa's partner and superior for the ocassion. A role he fulfiled with utmost zeal, using the opportunity to demonstrate his creations. Machinations which consisted of death traps and more dubious creations of inflitration. He was for all intents and purposes a maestro at mechanized intelligence. At least M'sondaa came to believe so as they strolled unchallenged to the rooftops.
Yet, in the time since their introduction an almost palpable tension existed between them. Granted this ceased to be every few minutes given the rodent's constant snickering. M'sondaa judged him to be quite the happy go lucky creature. However, the african still held onto his reservations. At ground level their team mates had taken great strides & registered great success. Including the one called Komodo G, a stupid name for a stupid looking boy no doubt a street urchin and weakest link of the operation. "Hahaha" Rumble suddenly roared. On his monitor was his lady friend, engrossed in her own act of the play. This prompted M'sondaa to react "What is your purpose?" Aware on the brashness of the question. However, Rumble's character and mood never struck him as one for sensitivity. Thus he pressed on "Back there you barked about money and quite cunningly tried to turn your motivation into ours. These trinkets on your costume could earn a fortune" he mentioned reaching over to touch them. Similary, unleashing the both branches of his quirk and acting upon the racoon-dog's devices.
M'sondaa didn't want to chance the success of their mission. His and Rumble's exclusion had lead him to suspect not only was their role supportive but the rodent wasn't a full fledged fighter. Infact he was rather limited. The reliance of tools enroute to the roof a clear indicator. In which case in the off chance of their discovery he'd need to protect Rumble lest he be a sitting duck. The missions success depended on his genius. Futhemore, should enemies arrive at their position, it would be a foregone conclusion on the mission's failure & would require the full might of EM! Besides Rumble's mastery over machinery and ruffian ideas had oddly charmed the budding terrorist. Once his hand made contact the architect of chaos would resume. "Infact why would an animal need this much bombs? Whom is it that sparked your decent into this path?" M'sondaa's expression both inquisitive and disparaging. ".....or are you another unhinged beast who is best at playing deliquent?"
NOTE: This posts marks EM depowerment to 100%. By reactivating it once more I'm starting with at full amount. M'sondaa is attempting to establish a EM link with Rumble. The magnetic link will allow M'sondaa to activate FF protective barriers (0.5DMG) and electric will remotely set Stima's passive protection (0.5DMG); around him. Futhermore, the link will allow Rumble's gear/costume to be influenced with his powers. In that he can telekenitcly move him, his equipment/bombs as well as locate him.
Name: Vuta Quirk: EM Rank: D Experience Points: 10 Type: Offensive | Defensive | Supplementary Range: Close Damage: +0.5 DMG (Physical | Ranged | Freeform) Description: A precursor technique of EM which upon activation, grants the production and control over the magnetism branch of electromagnetism. This is achieved through the release of personal and interaction with existing magnetic fields. These magnetic fields are naturally translucent in their existence and application. Nevertheless, once triggered the immediate ability gained is that of attraction, repulsion and telekinesis. With full control exhibited over parramagnetic and ferromagnetic materials. The size of the manipulated targets is equal to its range in this case five meters in diameter. By manipulating magnetic force more so constriction during attraction one can produce greater concussive damage. Further manipulation allows conversion of said fields into shields that can withstand FF damage. The ability itself acts like sonar and enables inherent detection of targets within its field. Due to the relationship between Stima (electricity) and Vuta (magnetism), this ability can function alongside Stima.
Drawbacks: A passive skill, this ability inflicts a sustained -3% EM expenditure. This passive activation and cost stacks with the turn based depletion rates. Diamagnetic materials can completely resist the attraction element of Vuta. However, they can be influenced by repulsion.
Name: Stima Quirk: EM Rank: D Experience Points: 10 Type: Offensive | Defensive | Supplementary Range: Close Damage: -0.5 DMG (Physical | Ranged | Freeform) | 0.5 DMG (Freeform) Description: A precursor technique of EM which upon activation, grants the production and control over the electric branch of electromagnetism. The individual achieves this by manipulation of charged particles to produce electrical energy. This unleashes a series of sparks and bolts, that may be used to expend electric jots that deal damage as well as augment attacks. Subsequently, the individual has affinity over & the ability to remotely interact with electric based attacks from natural or artificial sources. The color of the current produced is whitish blue and and often flashes extending an electrical field around the user as a cloak. In turn granting the individual passive damage protection. This ability can be used in conjunction with corresponding magnetism techniques. Furthermore, Stima can be fired on diamagnetic targets to provide a charge which negates their magnetic affinity.
Drawbacks: A passive skill, this ability inflicts a one-off 3% EM expenditure. However, the cost accounts for Magnetism (Vuta) as EM principles mandate both be active. This passive activation and costs stacks with the turn based depletion rate.
Name: Beopgu Equipment Type: Weapon Equipment Grade: C Type: Supplementary (Polearm; Contact | Ranged | Freeform) Range: 2M Damage:+0.5 DMG (Noma | Soma) OR -5ACC (Beogpu's Sound Production) Description: A 3-inch thick, 200-cm long metallic, mechanical staff. In its original form, it is much shorter, retracting down to two 8-inch bottle shaped eskrima. Individually they are Noma (North) and Soma (South). Noma functions as a mobile vander graff generator producing static electricity whilst Soma is infused with wire and coil creating an electromagnet. For this reason either can produce their corresponding energy types & inflict increase damage rates. At the middle of the either is a knob which can be activated by applying moderate strength to it. This in turn triggers hydraulic gears within them causing it to extend up-to 30inches. It is by connecting their hilts that Beopgu is a complete polearm. In this state the the staff combines trait to become a sonic weapon. This achieved by Noma's electric current acting upon Soma's wire and coil enabling sound production. The nature of this sound waves inflicts accuracy on contact. Thus, giving beopgu electrical, electromagnetic and sound properties. Stock: N/A Payment: 3000 (1500 Each)
Rumble, during the travel to the biggest bank in Chinatown, listened to the soothing noise of wild life. Quite the agitated soul, the raccoon needed some forms of stress relief. Despite his vile nature, which meant his complete and lack of utter disregard for human life, killing in person was not something he was comfortable with. His passion came from the fireworks, however today was not about the beautiful explosions. The mission required a more subtle, tactful mindset of the rodent. Failure meant an incredibly difficult life Rumble would have to endure. Having already endured hell, the raccoon wanted to live a more relaxing life – despite his chaos desires.
Arriving to the scene, he and the EM Kid (whom sat in the back of the ride) ascended to the bank’s rooftop. Quite easy for him, due to his claws and the ability to scale the aging building, Rumble would drop the ladder to allow for the EM Kid to climb. Setting up the equipment, Rumble’s task was to monitor nearby communication systems. The police would swarm the building once a heist was notified. Two monitors were set up, one linked to a satellite to catch the frequencies. The other one was a radar, it tracked heat signatures through a massive radius.
Meanwhile, the rest of the squadrons established their places. Once everybody assumed their position, Rumble gave the signal to commence the heist. His mind began working overtime, relaying information to Deathpierce without delay. This time, like any other identical situations, was the rare moments Rumble appeared in clear sanity. The raccoon could hear his bodyguard speak, but he simply ignored him. Rumble was not in the business for chit-chat, it annoyed him. Chit-chat was for the weasels trying to scavenge some information. The only thing that broke his concentration was the only question with any substance.
“Into this path you say?!”
Rumble would put his headset down, dangling around a protrusion from his monitor.
“Into this fucking path you say?!!? HUH? HUH? YOU WANNA KNOW?!”
Rumble began laughing, a very sinister laugh.
“YOU DAMN HAIRLESS APES DID. WHOOPS! ISN’T THAT SOME SORT OF RACIST TALK? I mean you damn humans! I am like this due to humanity!!!!!”
Rumble was on the floor, simply laughing. Had he lost control? Rumble never had any to begin with….
M'sondaa's inconspicuous invasion of Rumble's space & devices was one of relative ease. The rodent's concentration had been lost to the magenta glare of his monitor'. This wasn't for an inherent trust of his comrade but rather a total disregard for the young African warrior. A realization which forced M'sondaa to grit his teeth. Partly from the the futility of his speech & the embarrassment of being ignored. How presumptions to assume this being was personal-able. As such he turned his attentions from the mutt with the intended to proceed to the southern flank. The region was attached to the main street which led directly to the highway. If the police or worse yet heroes were to barge in, this would be the prime spot. Oddly enough M'sondaa had no recollection of their superior's placing protective measure here. It was if he welcomed almost dared the possibility of their charge.
Tchui had taken his first step from the raccoon when there was a reaction. A verbal tirade which held quite the hysterics. Yet none stuck out as much as Ape. M'sondaa could feel his ancestors rage swell within him. A suffocating pain that ran bore down on his chest and forced his heart in palpation. His vision blurred memories of his deceased mother flooded his mind. Those precious minutes where her gentle smile failed to drown their assailant's loud sneer. One which was proceeded by a whirlwind of cursed obscenities, monkey being one. Preoccupied by the injustices of the past M'sondaa had unwittingly unshackled his quirks might. Under the spell of an unstable master the surrounding magnetic fields were abruptly distorted. These deterioration producing tremors which levitated Rumble's equipment, nearby metallic bars and portions of the ground.
In one swift motion M'sondaa turned around and extended his arm to the creature. Vuta's attractive force zooming him forward, at top speed. Where upon on arrival he extended his fingers around the rodent's mouth and jaw whilst suspending him mid-air (Reference). "You've got quite the short attention span and big mouth so shut up and listen. Whatever problem you have with humans, I don't know & right now could care little to do so. What I need your to get through that skull is that even between ourselves exists an animosity. We are not all the same." Tightening his grip he continued "I'm not in the mood to play oppression Olympics but I too have experienced humanity ugly side. I've seen my people's prosperity, demise and in nature's cruel joke been transported into a time where there oppressors reign supreme. What's more even a gutter...." M'sondaa speech was cut short.
The earpiece danging on Rumble's neck buzzed to life and a lady's voice could be heard. The operation had reached its pinnacle; if he demands for the vault were to be believed. The creature's expertise would be vital and Kisoomi's son let go of him. Rumble dropped to the floor, his equipment following suit albeit more gently. Turning his attention to the nearby radio transmitter M'so used his quirk and sent through an electric current. "The moment a vault is opened a sensor-signal trigger is always sent to the security company. Their job is to confirm its legitimacy. I've re-purposed it a bit and we can manually override that here. This will buy us a good amount of time....." M'sondaa sighed in mischief. "Alternatively, we could skip all that and head right into plan B. You hate humans and love explosions. I intend to shake the foundation of the West. Give the word and I'll snap that transmitter & bring the welcoming committee to us. Unless of course your human boss would disagrees with this method coon?"
Rumble on the floor, gasping for air. The despicable human dared to use his power to issue an ultimatum. Coughing due to the strain, the raccoon would get up on his hind legs and brush himself off. While doing so, he let out a derange laugh. A walking fur ball of spontaneity, the fur ball looked at the human – eyes zoomed in on him. This kid was playing tough guy, when he was just a fame whore. Rumble saw straight through this man. He too was on this mission completing a secret objective, just he was horrible at hiding such information.
“Aye kid, you don’t care much for the money, do you?”
Rumble would begin to slowly circle the man, his arms raised up in a suggestive manner that he was completely harmless. He surveyed the human, simply creating a rather stern atmosphere. There were times the insane raccoon could play serious, key word play.
“Why would the option of blowing things up even be entertained by someone like you? HUH? HUH? HAHAHA”
As quickly and abruptly Rumble started laughing, he stopped – gritting his teeth, even snarling with his animalistic tone.
“LOOK! This “CHOICE” you gave me reveals your time hand. You speak to me like I am some dumb rodent, you look down upon me because of my species…when in fact I am smarter than you.”
Rumble would quickly rush the human from behind and climb upon his shoulders. He now speaking in his eye, very snarky like. His movements unseen due to the raccoon’s actual, natural speed.
“You thought appealing to my love for fireworks would push me to do it? You are as stupid as you look if you think I can be outwitted by you. There are bigger plans at hand here. No matter what you say or do, you fear me none.”
Rumble ears twitched as he heard sirens. Instantly after hearing them, his monitor began to pick up traces of multiple squad cars pulling closer to the bank. He would jump off the shoulders of the human and began typing rapidly at the keyboard.
“HAAHAHA FIREWORKS WILL HAPPEN! YOU ARE IN FOR A TREAT”
As Rumble said his final words, he pushed the button. A nearby building would wall would explode, a remote controlled life-size helicopter could be see firing at the cars. Exploding two cars, setting the western side of the bank ablaze.
“Deathpierce, we got company. Hurry the hell up!!!”
He would go to a case, flips its top open to reveal a rocket launcher. Assembling the pieces, he would go to the edge of the rooftop and shot a rocket towards another approaching vehicle.
“Kid! Be useful. Monitor the helicopter. Oh! You get anymore funny ideas like your previous one, just be sure to know that if killing me results in a massive display of fireworks. A death benefiting for a genius like me and the bastard that puts me out my misery!”
OOC: Of course you have free will, but its best in your interest to do as Rumble says.
In the span of two minutes three things would transpire. The first was the animated response from Rumble, the ghoulish cackle of his deranged laugh roaring like thunder. A rumble quite befitting his name. Second was the supernatural movement he flaunted, its blitzing glory briefly erasing his presence. Lastly, were the eyes that abruptly emerged before the junior accomplice. Behind their golden visage an intimidating intent which matched the gnarling snap of his impatience. This was a side M'sondaa had not thought it possible for him to possess. Rabid, serious and venomous, the raccoon would maintain dialogue. Yet, amidst their conversation M'sondaa psyche screamt out in vigilance. Yeah, Rumble wasn't one to be trifled with. Still, he remained composed as this was what he sought. Villains who regardless of their short comings or privy to the indomitable might of his quirk, possessed enough mettle to overpower him. M'sondaa was in search of not just a brotherhood but mentors. People whose brilliance would push his own to new heights. The maid recruiter had been a 'potential' choice but she seemed the type more interested in sex, drugs and other useless interests than actual 'work'. Hence, leaving him with Rumble. Although, he never quite gave him all he sought to know, he at least passed one test; cursing and bigotry be damned.
Rumble's mind numbing rambling would culminate with one of his trademark shouts. Except this time he was proactive. Too pro-active as he engineered an explosion, its aftermath materializing another toy; a helicopter. No sooner did it emerge from the billowing smoke of a wasted wall than did it rain down a hail stone of bullets. As for Rumble he dashed about relaying orders and a threat. The sly bastard had done the very thing the African wished though albeit to his own terms. M'sondaa would unleash electromagnetism and violently crush the radio transmitter as he started to levitate. Joining him would be the section of the roof's floor and rubble. Law-men would be swarming the place and their external team would be swamped with preoccupation. The villains limiting their their efforts solely on the bank would be a mistake. Thus, once M'sondaa reached a five meter elevation, he repulsed the objects adding a charge that transformed them into remote bombs. His target would be various structure's adjacent to the bank. His purpose cause as much mayhem to divert heroes, policemen and fire-fighter's attention. Their sense of duty would demand a response, so he thought as his attacks bombarded the Bank's neighbors. Hoovering nearby was the helicopter which he begun to fortify with three layers of magnetic shields. With the first of the layer encased, he noticed a silhouette at ground level.
"COON, check your monitors!! Think I saw someone. A blondie, brown jacket......close to the southern wall. Can you confirm if its one of ours?" his voice loud, its tone urgent and his eyes glued to Rumble as his hands completed the last of the fields.
NOTE: The helicopter is going to receive 3 coats of magnetic shielding each (0.5DMG). These are active alongside Rumble's defensive protection. I've alarmed the Racoon on potential presence of Passion. Current EM Expenditure: 24%. Total Remaining: 66%.
Deathpierce was repeatedly looking at her watch, focus on the little hand. In about five minutes, it would turn the new hour. As both the henchman began to load the bags with money, she began to hear commotion. Explosions and gunfire, the boss lady became frustrated. She figured that damn rodent could not contain himself. As her earpiece began to buzz, notifying Deathpierce that her accomplish wanted to speak – she would place her fingers over the equipment to hear what he wanted to be said.
“AHAHAH! We have company you witch!”
“Blow the ceiling Rumble! Get the chopper ready, we are leaving.”
She would turn to both henchmen. Smiling with a rather, perverse expression.
“You guys coming along? Don’t worry about the others, they were pawns to begin with. Blame their genetics for giving them shitty quirks for the occasion.”
As she uttered those words, the celling exploded above the vault. The power enough to strike straight through. A ladder would flop down, and Rumble began shouting.
“C’MON!!! UNLESS YOU LOVE THE SWEET SOUND OF YOUR FREEDOM BEING RIPPED FROM YOU”.
Rumble was brought back to reality by the human’s words. Not that he was completely insane, the raccoon was lost in his chaotic mindset of causing destruction. He would drop the rocket launcher and then scurry back to the monitor to present more cars and even air support approaching the scene. He would attempt to reach contact with Deathpierce and become successful.
After blowing the ceiling away, allowing for those inside the bank to ascend – he would begin to manual control the helicopter to come near enough. At the push of a button, a ladder would unfold far enough for people to climb aboard. As the three accomplishes below climbed up, Rumble would look at the human.
“Coming kid? You got nothing better to do, huh?”
As he said that, the raging flames of fire and explosions can be heard.
Ignorance. Stupidity. Whatever it was, Rumble was doing his best at avoiding direct responses. Once again the African's inquisition was met with willful obliviousness. The racoon's mind lost to his vices and irrationality that he simply laughed and blew more assailants. An irritable M'sondaa increased the tempo of his own attacks much to the expense of Chinatown. Its central business district alight in flame, buildings shelled & its skyline the backdrop for his earthen weapons. The architect of chaos' attention was soon drawn by Rumble's activity. Several of their accomplices would emerge and make an effort to board the helicopter. There was no honor among thieves and as such the raccoon was prepped for their getaway. "After You!" Ms'ondaa would utter. Lingering behind to ensure Deathpierce & at least one money carrier was on-board as he hoovered over to complete their quintet. What's more as he rushed over he erected a magnetic coating over himself. There was no telling if what manner of stupidity would transpire. Harking back to Rumble's previous statements M'sondaa was prepared to detonate the shields he'd placed on him. None would betray harbinger of Kisoomi and leave to tell the tale. Once on the helicopter he would stand by its door's attacking their airborne opponents. "MOVE IT. I cannot keep them all at bay!!"
NOTE: M'sondaa is anticipating betrayal and will blow up Rumble, alongside Drayce, Nike and Deathpierce; should they attempt to do so.
AFFILIATES
The skin OTHERWORLD was made by JAWN of WICKED WONDERLAND.
DAWN OF TORRMOW [DoT] was created by WHOA. The sample background image was created by AVODKABOTTLE.
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