{Starter for Warringhearts:}
Dawn was turning to dusk; the ember hues projecting from the sun dimming down while it’d lowered to the perspective of the earth’s crust. Above, new shades of pinks, purples, and blues flooded the sky with the higher it’d gotten, the dimmer it’d get. Time seemed to of been going by so fast, as it was only getting darker by the second. This though, was the perfect time for anarchy to strike. Thieves, assaults, and destruction. But, luckily for them there was hope. The hope that was brought up by the many supers that’d called this city home of their own also. Metroville. Crime was high, especially now that the supers were announced to be back in business and no longer considered illegal.
Tonight though seemed awfully quiet. A little too quiet. Police scanners were producing hardly any feedback. And just as the feeling that it was going to be a smooth night occurred, an odd frequency began to intrude on the station. There was static...talking, then more static. The voice on the opposite end was almost unidentifiable, all that could be brought of it was that it’d belonged to a male. Police seemed befuddled. They all began to speak amongst one another, asking if the others were hearing the same thing they were. And, by a matter of fact, they were.
“Any idea where it’s coming from?” An officer spoke through the radio
Silence filled the station, soon to be broken by a brief followup
“ Looks like it’s coming right off of Chapel St. uhhm, District S.W.10? ”
The main officer gave a brief glance to the one seated next to him, offering them a rather nonchalant shrug before returning back into the radio walkie.
“ It’s probably just some interference, nothing to get our britches caught in a knot. Dismiss it.”
Oh, but how they’d been so wrong. Although...They were right about one thing; that being where the interference was located. Down on Chapel St. rested a building, one that many locals knew about, and one that’d also been up and left abandoned for many years now. The place in it’self looked as though it was deteriorating by the days. No one would ever find themselves going in it. Or, would that actually be the case?
Inside the facility was in fact a malicious intent. One being brought by someone whom describe them self as a survivor.The being none other than Buddy. Or as he’d like to be called, Syndrome. There was a main room that was split up by many corridors. This place, it must’ve been some sort of hotel during it’s time running. In this main room, miniature cameras had been set up, this way, if anyone were to come it’d been known. And, if the one he wanted to come arrived, being hopefully brought by the interference he’s purposely sent out, then he’d know just when to create ruckus from the upper floor where he’d hid in that chance to lure the super up there.
If this would work out as intended, then the super would be lead straight into Buddy’s trap. It was very similar to that of his old tech use. Upon entering the said room, a device would deploy, clamps to be exact, ones that’d trap it’s victims by ‘biting’ down on their hands arms and legs before emitting a glow, one that would stun the said limbs making the certain parts it’d contained unmovable. All he had to do now was wait...and hope.
