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Between a Rock and a Hard Place ~LHC CH. 1~ ~OPEN~

welcometothesummit:

“…what in tarnation…” are the only words Rocky can muster. Not too shocking, all things considered. When hit with a steel chair of information right between the eyeballs, it’s about all one can say. Standing still in the middle of the hall, Rocky tries desperately to wrap his mind around everything. Heroes? Murder? Force fields? Dogs? The dog was about the only thing Rocky had a positive feeling towards, but at the moment it was severely dulled by…everything, really.

Rocky can barely comprehend what happened. He had practically just moved to Arcadia City. And now he’s trapped in a building being told it’s kill or be killed. Norv was right. He should have moved to Savannah instead. Ghosts and gumbo were preferable to whatever on Earth this mess was.

Rocky shakes his head, however. Smacks his head a few times, even. No, you big oaf, focus. Savannah is a million miles away at this point. The danger is right here. And it’s why you moved to Arcadia City in the first place. This is who you are! This is worse than waking up to a roach on your face (he laughs in his head at Sammy’s misfortune one morning), certainly, but not anything you can’t handle. And if those words were true, everyone here was a hero. If that was the case, then surely someone would have some sort of power that could help. Or, hell, all of them could work together and get outta here. Run right outta this building like heels getting booed after cheating to win. Of course, maybe “heels” wasn’t a good way to think of everyone right now…

Rocky slowly makes his way towards this dog. A retriever. Kinda like Ric back at home. Rocky kneels down and softly, gently, pets the dog on the head. Touching the dog, for some reason, made everything feel…real. This wasn’t some sort of fever dream after a tough match. This was no illusion. Whatever this was, it was happening. This dog delivered the message, and though clearly just an errand-boy, it was an extension of whatever force trapped them there. And this Mountain didn’t like the idea of being trapped. This Mountain was gonna grow and rupture through the god damned walls if it had to.

In a loud, booming voice rarely heard on TV (but definitely remembered when it did), Rocky cries out. “YO! We’re gettin’ outta here. Ain’t no one makin’ me kill a single soul that I don’t want to. If this voice is tellin’ the truth, one of y’all should have some powers to get us on up outta this mess. An’ at the least, maybe we can ALL make somethin’ happen. C’mon, let’s do this.”

Of course, Rocky doesn’t know what ‘this’ will entail. But those details can be worked out. Right now, it was about making that babyface comeback. The moves don’t matter; the emotion does.

... Okay.

Not in the way that like, they were just gonna go back to what they were doing, because... they couldn’t do that. They couldn’t just go back to the apartment and see Dave before leaving to class. There weren’t any classes, and Dave wasn’t here. Though... maybe that was for the better if they were all supposed to fucking kill each other. That, and Dave wasn’t a hero, was he?

But... they were, huh. That was why they were here, they and apparently the other 15 of their new friends. Fuck, was the dog a hero too? He had a cape, it wasn’t TOTALLY stupid to assume that. Maybe the dog was behind this! Shapeshifting was a thing! Who knew!

Not them, and not anyone else in the room, probably.

It’s... weird. Like, it’s definitely bad, no one’s denying that. Sixteen up and coming heroes being captured? Whatever the fuck had happened to Paragon Tower? It’s bad but... they feel so detached from it. They were already dead inside, what did it matter? ...okay, bad joke. Bad taste. That didn’t change the weird emptiness there, in the lack of fear or panic or anything, really. Then... a small pang in their chest. There it is. Okay. Whew. They were still alive.

A loud voice sounds out and Ainsley jumps only minutely before looking over and oh damn he’s big. And... huh. “Dude, you’re scaring the dog,” they say without looking over to see if that fact was true. They do look up at the very loud man, squinting up at him before... “Don’t you run that gym? My brother goes there, he wrestles? Shit, you’d think a hero would have better things to do, huh? Hey though, Ricky. That’s your name, right?”

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quienesalex:

“…Just one more minute…”

There was something about sleep that made life into a mulch–even Alex, still mostly asleep and rolling slightly away from Ainsley’s nudging foot, knew it. Years down the road after graduation you could still be dreaming about having a big test you hadn’t studied for, or years after moving out that your mom was waking you up with an insistent shake of the shoulder, or even that you’d just showed up naked to some big party even though you’d never…

Wait, party…?

All at once his eyes fly open and he abruptly sits up, eyes scanning the dilapidated room and the people now getting up to mill around in their confusion. Several people still seem to be snoozing around him, and the place sure looks like the Tower where the gala had been, but…geez, it’s definitely seen better days. The ambiance kind of reminds him of some Disney villain whose eternal-youth magic had suddenly worn off, actually.

Oh, but someone had actually made an effort to wake him up a minute ago, he could focus on the details later, right? After all, even if they could immediately leave, they probably shouldn’t, right? Mysteries abound.

“Oh, uh–” Alex raises his face to Ainsley, still sitting on the floor, and gives them a wide but genuine-seeming grin that has no place in this situation. “Sorry, you kinda startled me a little. But thanks a lot for waking me up, really, everyone needs a little bit of a kick in the morning. If this…is morning. For some reason I don’t think we all got blackout drunk and trashed the place, even if I was the kind of guy to get blackout drunk or trash anything.” Finally getting back to his feet and brushing the dust and grit off his pants, he whistles lowly at the damage to the place. “Anyway…I’m Alex Villegas, if that rings any bells. Were you at the gala too, maybe? That might be a good place to start?”

‘Five more minutes’? “Nope,” Ainsley replies immediately, nudging him even harder with their shoe, but he opens his eyes very quickly afterward, ruining their fun. They huff as they take a step back when he bolts into a sitting position. Like, they were okay with kinda, sorta kicking him but not really? But only when he was out cold. It would just be rude to do anything now.

They note him looking around at their surroundings almost enraptured, and laugh, a short, sharp cackle. “Don’t you worry your pretty head, it really ain’t much to look at. You seen one fucked up building you seen ‘em all, right?” It wasn’t every day that you see Paragon fucking Tower looking like something out of The Stand, but you know, whatever, really.

When he finally turns his attention to them instead of the wreckage around him, they smirk half-assedly. “Hey bro,” they say absently, nodding in acknowledgement. His sunshiney smile (matching the sunlight streaming in through the broken high up windows) doesn’t get a reaction out of them. “Nah, dude, it’s fine. Glad to be of assistance, ha.” At that, the small laugh crescendos into another short bark of it. “Well I don’t know about you, but that sure is what I did last night. Sorry about the mess.”

Ainsley doesn’t do a damn thing to help him up, instead standing arm akimbo, watching him with dull brown eyes. “Ainsley Cavanaugh,” they reply, still standing there while swaying just slightly. But they perk up at the mention of the gala. “Oh shit, dude, you were there too? Fuck, me too, I was--I was, y’know, the...” Suddenly, they straighten up, eyes wide. “Dude, can you like... keep a secret?”

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callmebaeseo:

Waking up to someone nudging her with a foot was probably the first sign something was going badly. Very badly, she observes as her eyes flutter open to someone rambling on and on about something. She’s barely awake, so she’s caught only a handful of words to piece together later.

Seo-hyeon, more or less, is taking this situation just as she expected herself to be. She stares straight up at the ceiling for quite some time, wondering why she was even in this situation in the first place, the memories are too fuzzy. Mixing into her current confusion, it’s too much for her to focus and remember the past. She suddenly sits up, regretting the choice since afterwards she tilts a little due to dizziness.

Once she’s back to sitting up, she glances over at the person who nudged her in the first place. She struggles to recall for a few brief moments what they were talking about.. something about hurrying.. on what? What are they talking about, a first person shooter? It made no sense. Might as well ask, if she’s confused.

“My apologizes, but you woke me up and I don’t seem to recall anything you were speaking about. Unless it was something of importance, I request that you repeat everything.” She pauses, and looks around her. Seo-hyeon takes in how dusty everything is, how ruined the building is. The banner is even ruined, her own body was laying in dust.

“I have another thing, you don’t happen to know what’s going on, do you?”

Okay, so this girl like... opened her eyes but she’s just kinda staring at the ceiling? “Dude, are you like, in a coma or something?” Ainsley asks, standing over her directly in her line of sight and just kinda squinting at her. “Hellllooooo--” they start before the girl sits up, and a lazy grin breaks out on their face. “Hey, there ya go, yeah. Good morning, or whatever. Hey.”

They cross their arms over their chest, though only for a few moments because the bandage on their upper left arm. Ainsley raises their eyebrows at it, though whether it’s because they don’t remember it being there or in simple surprise at it still being there is uncertain.

“Huh? Oh shit, dude, I sure did. Awful sorry ‘bout that. Shoulda let you sleep in the rubble, my b.” Some people were just simply ungrateful. It was sad, really. Ainsley had been raised better than that! And they’d think everyone else would have been, but oh well. Not their problem.

“Like... the whole thing? I mean, I was talking for a good...” They look down at their wrist like they were looking down at a watch despite there decidedly not being one there, before looking back at her. “Fuck, dunno, like ten minutes? You really want me to repeat it all?”

Aww, damn, another question to answer, meaning that their current ruse was going to hit a wall. Or maybe... “Okay, yeah, listen, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! The thing is, like... There was this huge battle, like, tanks and heroes and shit everywhere. I saw it, dude, and I guess you did too? But there was this huuuuuuuuuge explosion and damn, I was out like a light. So like, this is the apocalypse or whatever, right?”

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Did... did they miss class? Shit... damn, that was already their last skip they’d used last month. Dave was gonna kill’em. ... Dave? At first, they think they’ve crashed at his place, and on the floor for whatever reason, but the rough texture against their cheek says otherwise. Yeah, Dave’s apartment wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t... whatever the fuck this was. What... what was it?

They open their eyes and immediately get a face full of hair. Bleh. Groaning, Ainsley sits up and tosses their hair back in one less than fluid motion, leaving them a little dizzy. “Haha, dude, what the fuck,” they say, not really expecting an answer from the uhhh the bodies surrounding them. Okay, that’s, not really something you’d expect from bodies, normally? Dead was dead.

Except okay yeah these guys weren’t dead. Beside Ainsley is... someone, just kinda laying there and looking for all the world like they were dead except for the steady rise and fall of their chest. Okay cool. Ainsley gets to their feet, wobbling a little, before stretching their lanky body out and looking around. Well, this sure is something alright. “Huh,” they say to themselves, surveying their kingdom. Their empire of dirt, or whatever. Honestly, someone else can have all this because they want no part of it.

But, apparently they don’t have a choice? Because upon heading for the doors, they find them completely unopenable. “Well, shit.” And despite everything apparently having gone to hell, no holes in the wall...

At a loss, they meander back over to where they had woken up and sort of nudge the person who’d been near them with their scuffed mary jane. “Dude, you might wanna, uh, wake up? It’s--it’s great. Everything’s fine. No reason to hurry or nothin’. Ain’t like the gala up and disappeared on us leaving us in some shitty first person shooter version of Paragon Tower or nothin’.” Because, like... they were in the Tower, yeah? That whole... thing. Sure, they were a hero, but it was like in the old comics, you couldn’t just tell any old Tom, Dick, or Harry that you had a secret identity. If anyone asked they were there for a school project. Or maybe as a reporter! Waiter? Well, someone would just have to ask them and see what comes out of Ainsley’s mouth.

#in class #prologue

313, Allegro, Metal Mayhem?

313:

“Man, big Van Vader musta been pissed when this happened. It wasn’t Vader time at all. No but that was weird as all hell? A classic case study of ‘dude, what the fuck?’. Another cold case.”

Allegro:

"Shit dude, I think I played a game with something like that in it? Real neat power, but I gotta wonder what happened to him? Talked about him in a class or two. Maybe that six months felt like six years to him. Dunno! Hopefully he’s not dead in a ditch somewhere.”

Metal Mayhem:

“That’s fucked up, y’all. Like, on the other end of the spectrum from Bloody Mary, yeah? I guess the argument between him and whoever got him got a bit... heated.”

#out of class #gorrrah #silasks

Power ERUPTION, Judas Chesterfield and Nitrous!

Power ERUPTION:

“Oh man, I know that gym, yeah. Dave works out there. Owner’s a big fella. Don’t think he knows me. I mean. Yet. Not til I get all swole and join Dave as a tag t--hahahaha yeah. Totally.”

Judas Chesterfield:

“What a name. Sounds like a hell of a heel name. yeah? Guess the guy was a heel in real life too. I mean, dunno if that means he shoulda been assassinated or whatever. Dunno! Ain’t a vigilante. That ‘Wraith’ fella took care of that, I guess, so it’s a moot point.”

Nitrous:

“The name sounds familiar, uhhhhhh lemme check my notes. ... Okay, yeah, she was over on the west coast. Never been, so I’ve never seen her in action, whiiiiiich? Is for the better. I mean, I’ll have a laugh or whatever but I don’t? Want to be forced to laugh, that sounds pretty shitty. Like, it sounds like a stupid power but in practice, damn.”

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ask meme: pallas, phalanx, dave cavanaugh

Pallas:

“Been there, done that, dude. Still don’t like cats.”

Phalanx:

“Shadow clones? Freaky as shit. An’ the guy was usin’ em for profit? Good thing that one fella helped the Paragons get him good. One of the current event types we learned about, yeah.”

Dave Cavanaugh:

“Who the hell is that nerd? ...Nah, just messin’. It’s jokes, dude. He know it, too. I know I give him a lotta shit but we’re real close, y’know? Just got each other, really. After all kindsa accidents. Like brother and siblin’. Because we are. Really hope he’s scripted to w--that he wins the belts. The ones he’s fighting for. For real.”

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Bloody Mary, NPAR, Pallas!

Bloody Mary

“Damn, dude, just... damn. Can’t imagine losin’ someone like that. Maybe I’d go ballistic too if I lost Dave. If I’m rememberin’ right a couple a people cried when we went over her in class. Blood manipulation... funny how some people can go one way and some another, yeah? Least it weren’t around here.”

NPAR

“Shifty shit, haha. Man, like, dunno, sounds like the front of some sorta secret villain dealio. I mean, I mean I guess they say they’re on our side, but... are they? Any guy who works there’s shifty as shit. Say, what’d you say your name was?”

Pallas

“Aw, that fella. Big ol cat dude. Ain’t that fond of cats myself, actually, so I mean, if I was a villain I wouldn’t want to see him then either.”

#out of class #dynamodynamite #silasks

Opinions on: Eztli, The High Roller, The Siren, and Arcadibuzz

Eztli

“Aww damn, I remember her. Did a lot of good shit, one a those heroes who act the part in and out of cape, y’know? Though I mean, makes me wonder about that Red Cross guy. Like, they got healing powers or whatever? I mean, it’s... their name, you know? So like... why didn’t they do anything about her disease. Dunno, man! Some people are just like that. But like, with that blood manipulation stuff, lady coulda been one helluva villain.”

The High Roller

“Oh, it’s like... that guy. Do you think he even... does it? Gambling, I mean. Like, he obviously robs banks and shit. Like I know about the dude as a villain, but nothing about his personal life? Lookin’ at him though... don’t think I want to, haha.”

The Siren

"Shit, I’ve read about her, yeah. I mean, I’d be a shitty superherology major if I hadn’t? She’s like, your class villain archetype. Big ol femme fatale or whatever. I wouldn’t smooch her, but there are def people in my classes who would. Weirdos.”

Arcadibuzz

“Dude, it’s like a superherology major’s best friend with all the hero stuff they cover. It really blows when they won’t let us use it as a source. Actually, shit, I think I got interviewed for it once, thinkin’ about it. Something about some hero. Don’t even remember the name. Must not a been that good of a hero, yeah?”

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