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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Having recently finished some business with a portly, grotesque-looking chairman who'd been looking for a... companion, of questionable origin, E found himself stepping out into the busy streets of downtown New York before he disappeared into the sunless, grimy alleys of the city. Twenty minutes later, his progression through the city's shadier alleys was stopped when he came across what looked to be a group of people. His glossy black shoes and cane made an echoing click click clack that seemed to announce his presence only as he arrived at the quiet T-junction of alleys.
As three of the five individuals turned to look at him, E reached up to grasp the top of his fedora and pulled it down, sweeping it in a slight bow, a few locks of his reddish-brown hair springing forward to hang out below his eyebrows. "Good evening, madam and gentlemen," he spoke calmly, sizing up the three men who held weapons and sparing a mere glance at the couple cowering in the corner made by a wall and dumpster, trapped by the muggers. Bringing the dark grey fedora back up to his head, E scraped the bowl of the hat against his forehead as he trapped the stray hairs beneath his fedora once more. "You seem to have everything well in hand, but... I'll be taking some of your earnings... from the entire night," he held up a hand, a spring of fog pooling in his upheld palm and overflowing in a manner similar to dry ice dropped in water, "Hush money, protection, whatever you wanna call it."
One of the men didn't hesitate, turning and firing his gun at E, holding it in a manner that bespoke a lack of proper training. As he'd raised his hand, E's fog had increased in its production and formed a shield-like shape of fog, the portal opening in tandem and catching the incoming bullet with ease as it vanished into the portal's realm. Before the offending thug's hand had had time to kick back from its horizontal position, another portal appeared to his side, returning the bullet to his leg as the pistol smacked him in the face. Falling to one knee as a small trickle of blood found its way from his nose, the man could only moan in pain as E looked on with apparent disinterest.
The other two looked between their fallen friend and the well-dressed stranger. As the look of fear began to take root in their eyes, E held up a placating hand, "No, no, I have no problem with your... operation. Just give me my cut, and I'll be on my way."
It had been a long since time Asahi walked the streets of downtown New York again. In his last opportunity to do so, a bank robbery took place in his presence, providing a fearsome spectacle of destruction and terror. It hadn’t been all bad, though - that event allowed him to transform mistakes into experience he could employ in future endeavors and it was his first time coming head to head with a real villain. Additionally, his close friendship with Roland stemmed from that incident so it would always be a cherished memory of his.
The streets were remodeled after the incident, new skyscrapers filled the air but the number of heroes patrolling the roads had seen a significant increase, especially around important buildings or venues.
It came as no surprise then that when the sound of a gunshot rang throughout the streets, the heroes were the first to mobilize towards it, securing a perimeter. Asahi’s natural heroic instincts urged him to follow, to participate in the operation but his cool, collected demeanor won the battle. “I am not required right now, I better sit this one out.”
Instead, Asahi turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, trying to stay in the clear.
As the thugs were looking to each other for confirmation on whether to shoot or surrender their spoils, their decision-making was brought to a halt as two heroes ran up, one trailed by a fresh-faced sidekick. "Stop!" The second hero shouted, his arms growing in size as he surveyed the cowering civilians and gun-toting hoodlums. "Do make use of both your hands when firing on them, please," E called over to the thugs as a black mist exploded out from all over his body, enveloping his body in its entirety and transporting all but a steel-gauntlet-ed right forearm into the portal within.
Extending a hand-shaped mass of fog towards one of the civilians, black mist shot towards the man, cloaking his body in black fog before he disappeared into a portal without a sound. Before their hearts could finish a beat, his body appeared in the air, falling nearly two stories to the ground bellow. The large-handed hero dashed forward, catching him before gravity could take its toll and returning to his sidekick and fellow hero. Before he could drop the civilian, the thugs opened fire with two from each, missing almost entirely save for one bullet that hit an enlarged thumb joint. Counting six shots, E looked over, surprised to see the downed thug also helping.
"Take him!" The hero shouted, handing the civilian off to the sidekick, a young man clad in some light blue material that looked somehow durable but very thin. "Make sure police know to cordon off the area! Tell them there are multiple arm-" another round of three shots, this time with two finding marks in his enlarged palm and against the strange carapace-like shield the other hero wore. "armed gunmen!" The golden-haired head of the sidekick bobbed once as he grabbed the protesting man and sped off, vanishing for several moments before E caught sight of him.
"Put on a good show," E growled, fog banks manifesting all over, though he never had trouble seeing his quarry.
Asahi had just started on his walk when screams picked his attention; black fog suddenly materialized out of thin air and dropped what seemed to be a civilian from approximately two stories high. The only reason it did not turn into a fatality was the appearance of a hero with the ability to enlarge his hands, allowing him to catch the citizen in mid-air.
Out of the corner of his eye, Asahi noticed the rest of the population fleeing the scene ever so rapidly since the random appearance of the fog and the heroes growing uneasy about the situation. A young boy, a sidekick of one of the heroes, proceeded to close off the area with yellow tape. “Nobody is rushing in that direction, anyway.”
“Anyway, I am already stranded in this position, might as well make myself useful, right?”
With as little as a fickle thought, Asahi’s body ignited as his transformation took place. His quirk was sunbloomer, the ability to turn into a living star, which the young wakandan prince found an excellent form of garnering attention. “ALL RIGHT EVERYONE, WE NEED TO EVACUATE THIS LOCATION. FOLLOW ME!”
Propelling himself into the air with a concentrated blast of heat from the soles of his feet, Antares guided the civilians to safety from the air.
The three men fired blindly, their bullets whizzing through the fog and dispersing the clouds with little puffs of swirling vapor that trailed after the lead projectiles. The first hero planted a grip on the pavement before launching himself forward, sailing through the air before he expanded his fist once more on impact with one of the thugs. As one bullet caught him in the leg, the hero cried out in pain before the carapace-wielding hero leapt in to defend. Bullets ricocheted off of the armor he seemed to manifest from his body, and the thugs backed up to run just before a wave of fog enveloped the blue-shelled man. As the portal opened up around his body, a full shell manifested over his body, light blue carapace overtaking his features entirely to reveal a huge lobster-like exoskeleton.
"Come!" he called out, voice emanating from multiple sources at once in a cacophony that seemed to warp his voice menacingly. "I forgot the butter sauce, but I'm still down to crack open crustaceans anytime!" As he said this, the fog around his body absorbed the other banks of fog as he grew to a gas cloud large enough to fill the alley entirely. Towering over the large-handed hero, E brought two large fog-formed hands together, manifesting a portal between the wispy claws. The blue lobster hero emerged from the portal within, though only halfway. His torso and arms slumped out of the portal, but a crack-crackle-crack! echoed off of the alley walls as the portal shut prematurely. The hero dropped out of the fog, body mostly intact, before falling to the ground and crashing into the waiting pavement. The carapace armor covering his legs, cracked and fractured by the portal, shattered as he hit the ground, leaving only his arms and torso armored.
With a shout of pain, the hero seemed to black out after Big Hands missed the second catch. Just as he reached his fallen ally, a bright flash of light erupted from somewhere nearby, not even two blocks away. "Get moving," E muttered to the thugs, turning back in time to see a large boulder flying at him. The portal expanded in size, catching the rock and expelling it out, heading from the sky back down at Big Hands like a meteor from another portal. Sirens sounded off, closing in from the opposite direction. "Fuck," E cursed under his breath, looking to the thugs again, "Scratch that, find a good spot to hole up."
The evacuation was going well, almost all civilians were already in a safe zone and the destruction was being kept to a minimum, which was a feat in itself considering how hard it was to contain villains who had no restrictions regarding their fighting style.
CRASH
A loud sound reverberated throughout the few blocks in the vicinity of the skirmish. “So much for keeping the destruction to a minimum, what the hell was that?”
Asahi’s star form allowed him to remain airborne for a better view and to cover the distance incredibly fast as well. Only mere seconds after the crash, he was already hovering above the alley taking in all the available information to produce a sensible analysis of the situation.
A man enveloped by a purple, shadowy fog. A lobster-like individual who he recognized as a hero lying unconsciously before the ghastly figure, whilst what seemed to be three common muggers were opening indiscriminate fire on the police and the heroes, who were scurrying for cover.
“The ideal situation, the villains are trapped in the alley with nowhere to escape to. The three guys in the back are starting to panic, wasting most of their armament without getting any closer to an escape route. Complete amateurs. So why can’t I shake this ominous feeling that something is about to happen?”
"Shit!" A voice cried out, "I'm out!" Quickly followed by a second who confirmed the same. Now, only one weapon was firing, and E didn't think it would be long before that was out.
E growled to himself, this wasn't going like he'd wanted. They should have just given him the money, and he could have been gone before the heroes arrived to deal with these amateurs. More heroes were arriving on foot, police were pulling up, and - Whoosh - he glanced up at a peculiar noise. High above, apparently overlooking the scene, was that golden light he'd seen previously. Squinting, E couldn't quite figure out who it was, but anyone who could fly was usually a problem.
"We're out of here," E said, turning to look at the three muggers. The one woman still remained, the police unwilling to fire when a civilian was in danger, and the gunfire keeping the heroes at bay. In a moment, his hand was on the woman's shoulder and he was pulling her closer to him. Black mist exploded out from him, encompassing all five of them in a swirling fog that sped up before closing in on itself like a black hole and appearing to wink out of existence. Nobody on the ground would have seen them emerge on top of a building, and E had to hope the strobe light was looking away when they did or the escape wouldn't be quite so clean.
Black mist abruptly engulfed the group of wrongdoers, blocking any visual contact both the police and heroes present at the scene had the luxury of having. Any ordinary bystander would have thought it was a ruse to escape, a means of diverting the attention somewhere else to produce a passage towards freedom yet when the fog cleared, not only was the entire team absent but there were no easily identifiable modifications to the environment.
The puzzled look of the heroes and policemen gave each other before advancing into the alley, checking to see if the offenders had gone invisible or if a secret passage existed, only served to confirm Asahi’s theory; the black mist was never a means to an end, a way of diverting attention to obtain a way out, but rather it was the end itself.
It would have been a successful endeavor had it not been for a little mishap; due to Antares exceptional positioning, he was able to notice their reappearance into the rooftop of one of the buildings close to the alley. Naturally, the heroes and policemen were now out of the picture and it all came down to Asahi to capture the criminals. Manipulating part of his fire into projectiles, 3 fire blasts were launched, connecting with the 3 gunmen before they could react.
“Hold it right there, villain! Stand down right now and your punishment won’t be as hard.”
While he'd been hopeful that the super-bright hero had been distracted when they'd transported to the rooftop, E was still wary enough to keep an eye out while they'd moved to escape. Sure enough, his luck didn't hold and the hero made a move to stop them almost immediately. Three strange balls of fire came rocketing towards the group, and he barely had enough time to react. The woman was thrown from his grasp, colliding with the nearest thug in time to take the fiery projectile meant for him. She screamed in unison with one of the thugs as they both fell to the floor, smoke wafting from light scorch marks on their backs.
“Hold it right there, villain!" the hero called down just as the final projectile was caught up in E's portal as he stretched himself in front of the limping thug, "Stand down right now and your punishment won’t be as hard,” extending a hand and manifesting a portal, E sent the projectile right back at the glowing hero. The moaning woman's form disappeared in a swirling mass of fog, reappearing high above the building's roof, out over the city streets where she began to fall.
"Sorry, strobe light," E called out to the flying hero, giving a slight bow as the black mist trailed off from his fingers and circled his group once more, "I've gotta run, but you're welcome to give chase!" The final word coming from another point entirely, a rooftop in the opposite direction of the now airborne woman. "Let's get moving," he said briskly, moving across the rooftop as he held the cane halfway down its length, followed closely by the shuffling group, "I can get us out of here, but I need somewhere quiet and I need time to lock things in."
As per usual, Asahi’s hot-headedness generated counterproductive results. He had contemplated the possibility of the man holding the cane to be a warper, in fact, that was why he had generated low-power fireballs only meant to incapacitate, but he was counting on the surprise factor to prevent the villain from actually reacting in time. Evidently, his logic wasn’t sound, culminating in the attack landing on the one civilian present in the vicinity and her eventual drop from the skies, headed for the pavement. Judging by his recent history, this was just an average Thursday for Asahi.
Turning just in time to see his own bullet of fire coming out of a purple portal, he was able to absorb the energy back into his body through the use of his absorptive properties. “Phew, that was a close call”
Without further ado, he proceeded to dive at full speed towards the falling woman, catching her in mid-air just in time and taking her back to solid ground at a reasonable speed. The hero with the big hands came rushing in, having noticed the fire-blasts in the sky, once Asahi landed to tend to the woman. “I will leave this woman to your care, I’m giving chase to the villains”
Just like that, without awaiting a response, Asahi took off once again, ready to capture the group of thugs that thought themselves above the law.
"Fuck, man," the burned thug said, his eyes wide from the fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins, "What the hell is going on?"
The three were panting, frantically checking the skies and over the edges of the buildings as they traversed across the city's rooftops, and even E found himself breathing a bit harder than usual. They'd stopped running, and had taken refuge against the wall of an entryway to the stairs into the building below, the one unwounded thug peeking out occasionally to keep watch. One sat against the wall, blood soaked through his jeans and making them leave bloody swipes on whatever he dragged his leg against, red-faced and holding a hand tight against the wound. The other, his nose crushed to one side from the blow he'd taken and bereft of a now-burned jacket was ripping it to shreds to bind the others' leg.
They already knew his face, so E couldn't leave these chucklefucks behind to pin the blame on him, nor did he think he could overpower them to ensure their silence. "Keep an eye out," he growled, flipping his phone out and scrolling through the contacts, "Let me know if you see anyone, and shoot if they get close."
Asahi’s powers, much like his mother’s before him, were based on the cosmic power of a star and its inherent capability of producing large amounts of energy at will. As a result, whenever the former employed his powers to transform into a living sun, it was usually accompanied by blinding light and scorching heat which often made him incapable of carrying out stealth missions or activities. This wouldn’t be an exception; as he approached the trail of the criminals, a lonesome ranger that worked as the lookout for the entire group easily caught sight of him, prompting him to unleash the entire cartridge worth of bullets on the young hero.
At this point in time, evasive maneuvers were second nature to him given the large number and variety of attacks he had been exposed to in the last year. Some of the bullets flew past him as he swayed left and right albeit he realized maintaining a defensive position would allow them enough time to warp away. His right hand ignited, shinning ever so brightly, before a heat laser was released from it burning right through the remaining bullets before hitting the sniper squarely on the chest, causing him to drop backwards as he passed out. Addressing the rest of the group, he mustered his deepest, most menacing voice. “Last chance before this gets ugly.”
"He's coming!" The lookout shouted, nearly drowning himself out as he pulled the trigger immediately. Five shots rang out, and then a click announced the magazine was empty just before a beam of searing hot light impacted the man's chest. He flew backwards, tumbling to the ground as smoke rose from his chest. "Shit! Adrian!" the burned one called out, starting to pitch forward to get to his fallen friend. He stumbled back, however, when the bright ball appeared before them, resplendent in what seemed to be the light of the sun.
"Last chance before this gets ugly," the burning sun spoke, voice reverberating through the air as if it came from the depths of an imploding star.
His focus thoroughly shot, E turned to look at the impeding hero, manipulating his own voice through the portal as he spoke, "The brightest stars burn out fastest, Lightbulb," he warned with a dark chuckle as the fog swirling around his arm closed on itself like a tornado pulled inside out similarly to a sock, winking out of existence. E's vision shifted, his view of the roughed-up thug's back and the bright hero's imposing light changing to the bight light almost completely blocking the thug's body. His seemingly floating rested against the railing of the water tower's walkway, and he studied the hero from afar for a moment, gauging his likelihood of succeeding in a fight.
He seemed to be made of energy, something E could handle pretty well. I didn't see what happened to that energy blast... could be it missed and dissipated, but... With a shake of his head, E moved down, floating down to the less exposed building rooftops to think.
Tsk. Once again, the man was whisked away by the dark-colored fog. Only this time he had left his companions to fend for themselves; they wouldn’t put up much of a fight as Asahi proceeded to zap their body heat by tapping them with his hands, collapsing on the spot due to the energy drain. “At least that’s most of them constrained but the most troublesome one managed to escape.”
His first reaction was to turn on his heel, scanning the area for the fog that is bound to appear somewhere in his vicinity. “He has not attempted a long-distance warp yet so I am guessing he is unable to right now for whatever the reason. That brings down the number of potential warping destinations significantly and if I assume he was seeing the place he was to teleport to before pulling the trigger, I should be looking at the rooftops.”
Indeed, his conjectures proved fruitful as he managed to catch a glimpse of the teleporter floating down into a rooftop in the distance. Eyeing the rest of the gang, he inferred it wouldn’t hurt to leave them unattended for a while considering they had blacked out thus resuming his pursuit of the bandit.
I need to keep those fools quiet, E thought to himself, gaseous form floating down between two buildings as he headed back towards the rooftop he'd left the three thugs on. He'd hoped to bring the three with him, get them to keep his face out of their memory for one reason or another, but that wasn't gonna happen now. They'd proven themselves to be much more valuable dead than alive already, so E had to get his dues before leaving.
Weaving back through the few buildings' connecting alleys, E kept an eye out for the telltale moving shadows that told him the direction the hero was moving in. When he spied the shadows moving in a rapid arc, E rushed to the side of a building, scrabbling his gauntlet through an open window as the fog sucked itself in as if through a vacuum. Hoping the hero hadn't seen anything, E flew through the various rooms, his fog form dashing arrow-like as he searched for the fastest route through the building and back up to the thugs on the roof. Evading the hero wouldn't be a problem, but if they thought giving a description would lighten their sentence, he had no doubt his likeness would be all over the city, at least.
The civilians saw nothing, E reasoned as he stopped at a third-story window, and the heroes didn't get here until I was cloaked, but these three... A quick glance revealed one hero standing watch over the three thugs, white feathered wings splaying off of her arms in the daylight, and E's vision shifted to a much closer view as his portal appeared behind the hero, tendrils of fog shooting out and wrapping around her entire body as she vanished with a short scream into the abyssal fog. The scream continued from further away as she appeared, now wing-less, and began plummeting to the ground. Her wings half-fluttered, half-tumbled to the ground some distance away, blood streaming from the severed limbs. As her scream of fear, surprise, and agony continued, the burned thug's own scream was cut short as his throat vanished into a cloud of black fog, replaced with air and a rapidly-draining gaping throat wound. E's eyes looked to the other thug before this even happened, gaze locking on as his left arm pushed the gurgling body behind him.
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