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?
WELCOME TO Dawn of Tomorrow!
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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!
< To Be Announced > TBA
"You are Death pierce's mule? It seems you already have an organization, but I'll keep an eye on you regardless. Remember, Family is forever. You can't be in fang and be apart of us. We have maintained a good relationship with fang by not intermingling our members, however-"
The talk had pretty much gone as as intended. Despite the actual manner in which Tony replied it was clear their was a mutual interest. His explanation of the relationship between Fang and The Family was particularly interesting. He made it a point to emphasis that the two were separate and by extension separate in their loyalties. However what was intriguing was he left off on an alternative a possible way he could be allied with both, or perhaps it was the option to leave one for the other. Regardless it had been made apparent that Drayce had been taken a liking to. Oddly enough the interaction reminded him alot of when he met Deathpierce the initial curiosity of his character had led them both to keep an eye on him as the event went down. However for Deathpierce it was upon learning of Drayce's Quirk that she became invested. The result would be no different with Tony. Anything and everything he said was subject to change upon seeing Drayce's actual ability.
Immediately after the quick exchange of words between Drayce and Koren Tony had reduced him to ash in an instant. Only Drayce and Nike whom were right infront him would be able to notice the blood running down his nose. His god like power seemed to have a drawback after all but despite it Drayce was amazed by the Lucas family. Even after learning the details of the mission from Zel Drayce's attention was still somewhat more focused on the Lucas Family specifically. He couldn't help but think to himself how this is what he should be. Overwhelming power, status and respect by all. He needed all of that to get to the position he desired. A member of Fang, sure, but as much as he loathe it Tony was right. He was still a pup trying to establish himself as one of the pack, meeting them made him all the more determined to build his brand and status.
Putting his hand on Nike's shoulder as if to tell him to appear less eager and more aware of their surroundings. Drayce looked towards Zel "Understood, I assume we will we split into smaller groups. Will we be able to pick for ourselves who we partner with and will any of the family members be accompanying us?
Gaunter stood for a moment surveying the scene as a plan formulated in his head. No doubt some opposition would be faced and Gaunter wasn't a great front line fighter. Having agreed to participate he chose to do so under his terms. Taking the blood stained clothing of one of the now deceased guards he would change his outfit donning those clothes covered in blood over his normal clothing. With this done he would begin to make himself look the part smearing his face and hands in blood covering them completely. Before continuing his preparation. Heroes were after all predictable to a fault.
Nike thought he'd calmed down a fair bit, but Drayce silently placed a hand on his shoulder as if to say "don't get too over-zealous." Though they had only known each other for a relatively short amount of time, Nike and Drayce's relationship was one of amity. They had previously partnered up during the Grand Heist in Chinatown and were thereafter welcomed as fledgling members of the famed Fang Organization. They had maintained contact since then and managed to strike up an unlikely friendship. It was to the point where they could sometimes be so in tune with each other, that there was no need for verbal communication between the two. Just by listening to Dracye's reply to Tony and his implication of splitting into groups, Nike had already begun to think of what their next move would be. Although there were some new faces in the room, many of the villains within the Greenhouse had once participated in the same Heist. During that operation, Nike and the others were made to give a compulsory introduction of their Quirk abilities to the others. As a result, he was familiar with the abilities of some of the other Villains.
*Some of their powers could work well together ..* or so he thought to himself.
At that moment, Nike moved from his corner of the room to go speak to one of the Villains, while looking back and giving Drayce a knowing look as if to imply that he should begin rallying the others.
The man Nike approached was now wearing the clothes of one of the deceased guard and covered in his blood. He was one of the newer faces in the Greenhouse, someone that Nike had never met before. The fact that he stole those clothes off of a corpse made him appear dubious at best; however, although Nike didn't know exactly what the man had planned, he could (to some extent) deduce his line of thinking. With that, Nike spoke to the man:
"Yo ~ got a second to talk?"
Nike continued on without waiting for a response:
"You know, I recognize a lot of the guys here today from the Grand Heist in Chinatown. That day, we escaped with the bank money, but it took all we had just to duck the authorities. I don't know about you, but I'm not fond of The Race, and I'm sure the others would agree. This time we're up against one of the Top 10 Heroes, and I'm not so sure we'll be able to get off scot-free."
At the crux of the conversation, Nike made a proposition; though it was a bit uncharacteristic of him, he felt this to be the most viable option for success of the mission:
"I think it would be best for us to form up into small teams and systematically eliminate our opposition. We all have our own reasons for being here, but at the end of the day, we all want this thing to succeed. It's in our best interests to team up - whaddya' say, new guy?"
Nike referred to him as such because he hadn't ever seen the man before, nor did he know the mans name. As if to correct himself, Nike proceeded to introduce himself:
"Reminds me, I never introduced myself. I'm Nike. What's your name?"
Last Edit: May 4, 2018 18:09:52 GMT by Pretty Flacko
Naomi sat silent, drinking a cup of tea as she wondered just what will happen, so many unique characters but alas her attention was towards the individual on the wall, he seemed to be struggling. She would sigh, and removing herself from her seat - she would approach him and tap his shoulder. Now now, you must stand with pride - even in the face of death. Don't let any of these crafty folk get the best of you. while most of her speech was simply peppered encouragement - she figured she would interact with someone before things got serious.
Nike thought he'd calmed down a fair bit, but Drayce silently placed a hand on his shoulder as if to say "don't get too over-zealous." Though they had only known each other for a relatively short amount of time, Nike and Drayce's relationship was one of amity. They had previously partnered up during the Grand Heist in Chinatown and were thereafter welcomed as fledgling members of the famed Fang Organization. They had maintained contact since then and managed to strike up an unlikely friendship. It was to the point where they could sometimes be so in tune with each other, that there was no need for verbal communication between the two. Just by listening to Dracye's reply to Tony and his implication of splitting into groups, Nike had already begun to think of what their next move would be. Although there were some new faces in the room, many of the villains within the Greenhouse had once participated in the same Heist. During that operation, Nike and the others were made to give a compulsory introduction of their Quirk abilities to the others. As a result, he was familiar with the abilities of some of the other Villains.
*Some of their powers could work well together ..* or so he thought to himself.
At that moment, Nike moved from his corner of the room to go speak to one of the Villains, while looking back and giving Drayce a knowing look as if to imply that he should begin rallying the others.
The man Nike approached was now wearing the clothes of one of the deceased guard and covered in his blood. He was one of the newer faces in the Greenhouse, someone that Nike had never met before. The fact that he stole those clothes off of a corpse made him appear dubious at best; however, although Nike didn't know exactly what the man had planned, he could (to some extent) deduce his line of thinking. With that, Nike spoke to the man:
"Yo ~ got a second to talk?"
Nike continued on without waiting for a response:
"You know, I recognize a lot of the guys here today from the Grand Heist in Chinatown. That day, we escaped with the bank money, but it took all we had just to duck the authorities. I don't know about you, but I'm not fond of The Race, and I'm sure the others would agree. This time we're up against one of the Top 10 Heroes, and I'm not so sure we'll be able to get off scot-free."
At the crux of the conversation, Nike made a proposition; though it was a bit uncharacteristic of him, he felt this to be the most viable option for success of the mission:
"I think it would be best for us to form up into small teams and systematically eliminate our opposition. We all have our own reasons for being here, but at the end of the day, we all want this thing to succeed. It's in our best interests to team up - whaddya' say, new guy?"
Nike referred to him as such because he hadn't ever seen the man before, nor did he know the mans name. As if to correct himself, Nike proceeded to introduce himself:
"Reminds me, I never introduced myself. I'm Nike. What's your name?"
"The names Gaunter, humble mirror merchant. I agree we would be best suited to working together. It's of little doubt our opposition will be organized."
Gaunter said extending his hand towards the man named Nike to shake it, before glancing down at his own blood soaked hands and remembering what he was doing. Before retracting the hand with a smirk.
"Ah of course, the blood. It appears ghoulish I know, but I've a feeling looking like a hostage would help. So hey new buddy how about you find something to tie my hands. Ideally a knot I can undo myself, while your at it be a pal and hit me in the nose. Not to hard like, but a little blood and bruising should help sell the act"
Things were finally starting to make sense and it was quite the festivity. This was a gathering to ambush the hero’s of today and tomorrow. Alien wanted to applaud the Lucas family for being so ahead of the game, he liked well thought out plans. It showed not just leadership, but the ability to stay calm in any situation. He could see he was dealing with a man of power, respect and experience. He wasn’t like the rest of these insects buzzing around itching to show off their strength. Alien was no better than the next, he liked the idea of flaunting his power, but that was pointless considering the current situation. They were all fighting with each other for like animals, I would take someone of superior intelligence to lead these ragtag bunch of villains. The Lucas family was looking for more members to add to the family. Alien did not like the idea of being added to anything, but he could make use of there intell and resources in the long run.
He finally stood up, making his way to the man know as Zel. “It’s not often that my instincts tell me not to contest another individual, you have quite the color flowing off you.” Aliens eyes glowed blue, showing that he could see this man's true nature. “The idea of teams does not hurt, but we should have a team with the purpose of detaining the target. Another team can be to hold off the other heros. If we know they are coming to us, we should create traps too. Something elaborate. All of these are just ideas, but running in with no plan is suicide. “
"The names Gaunter, humble mirror merchant. I agree we would be best suited to working together. It's of little doubt our opposition will be organized."
Gaunter said extending his hand towards the man named Nike to shake it, before glancing down at his own blood soaked hands and remembering what he was doing. Before retracting the hand with a smirk.
"Ah of course, the blood. It appears ghoulish I know, but I've a feeling looking like a hostage would help. So hey new buddy how about you find something to tie my hands. Ideally a knot I can undo myself, while your at it be a pal and hit me in the nose. Not to hard like, but a little blood and bruising should help sell the act"
"Gaunter, huh? You say some interesting things."
Nike replied in reaction to the man's request to bind his hands. Nike found the man perplexing, but he didn't argue. Instead, he briefly peered around before grabbing and cutting off a piece of a nearby tablecloth to tie the knot.
"This should do just fine."
Nike said as he proceeded to fasten the cloth around Gaunter's wrists in acquiescence. In the meantime, Nike began speaking to the man in a hushed tone so that no one else could hear them. Nike proceeded to share his ideas and plans with Gaunter, while Gaunter offered his own opinions and feedback in turn. By the time Nike had finished fastening the knot, he came to understand the man's intentions from the contents of their conversation.
"Haha, you're right. We'll need this to look convincing."
And with that, Nike removed the right gauntlet from his costume in order to reveal his bare fist. Afterwards, he proceeded to extend his right fist and lightly jabbed Gaunter in the nose with the minimum amount of force necessary to cause a nosebleed. It was a light hit, and the damage was purely superficial, but it would suit their needs perfectly.
"Looks good on ya'"
Nike said with a wry laugh, as he re-equipped his gauntlet.
Naomi sat silent, drinking a cup of tea as she wondered just what will happen, so many unique characters but alas her attention was towards the individual on the wall, he seemed to be struggling. She would sigh, and removing herself from her seat - she would approach him and tap his shoulder. Now now, you must stand with pride - even in the face of death. Don't let any of these crafty folk get the best of you. while most of her speech was simply peppered encouragement - she figured she would interact with someone before things got serious.
Koren was in his own world when the lady tapped him on the shoulder. She was lucky, he was channeling his quirk into his palms while he leant against the wall, so her finger wasnt smashed to pieces at the touch. Twisting his head to the side, it was clear she was misunderstanding his position. fear and pride? No, this was completely different.
Fear? Oh no, im excited. The Lucas family, this appears to be a mountain that can be scaled, after this hero hunt, they will be my objective, get strong enough to take them out, it will be fun. Can i help you at all?
All in all, the young lady didnt look like much of a fighter, but he had been mistaken before, and wasn't about to let assuming be the end of him.
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