Feb 15, 2017
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“Hey! Would it be romantic if I told you I’d give you an ass-kicking for Valentine’s Day?”
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@proistemii
“Hey! Would it be romantic if I told you I’d give you an ass-kicking for Valentine’s Day?”
Calling All Earthlings! Open Starter || Guild of Heroes
"Hey, Morg? Did this invasion happen before? I've got zero memory of this."
Haley frowned as she adjusted her hair, glancing at the time portal hidden in her basement hideout. On the other side - and about thirty years into the future - her little sister shrugged, casually scrolling through a holographic display. "Nope, I don't see anything. 'Official' first contact was two years before you showed up as normal, but Earth's not meant to get dragged into a multi-terrestrial war for a good ten years or so." Morgan said casually, shutting down the display. "I guess somebody's changed something they weren't meant to. Sorry, sis, can't help you out any here."
"Wonderful." Haley sighed, slipping the last hairpin into place before grabbing her suit and pulling it on. She still wasn't sure if she should even be fighting in this war, paradox or not, but it wasn't like she could just stand by and let her mother - and at least one possible father - die horribly. "Alright, talk to you later."
"Kick butt, sis!" Morgan said cheerfully before she closed the portal. Haley stared at the wall of her cupboard for a few moments before sighing and pulling on her mask, the HUD her sister designed flickering into view. Making sure that her stutter ring and wrist launcher were attached securely, she grabbed her grappling hook and wandered out into the streets. Glancing up at the sky and seeing absolutely nothing, she couldn't help but wonder one thing:
"Well what the hell am I actually meant to do about this?
Calling All Earthlings! Open Starter || Guild Of Heroes
"If this is that asshole alien supervisor's fault I'm shooting him in the fucking head." Seth spat to 'himself', knowing full well that somebody else was possibly listening in. The handler grabbed his shield generator and slotted it onto his belt, checking the slide of his pistol and chuckling a little. "Compensating for something my ass. Let's see if the standard-issue 9mm can even do anything to your average alien."
He grabbed his headset and keyed in to the frequency that, by law, all heroes that either had headsets or could just hear radio communications had to listen to at all times. "Seth Dietrich, Handler Registration Number 0-2-9-Alpha-5. Give me a status update, people, what's the situation on the ground right now?"
Calling All Earthlings! Open Starter || Guild of Heroes
"Whoa!"
Volta wasn't going to lie, she was a little excited. An actual alien invasion? With actual stakes and no doubt countless opportunities for daring heroism? Count her in, dammit, she could use a reason to show off. As long as nobody got hurt, of course, that would be awful.
Or at least, that had been her original stance. Now that she was having what could only be described as a dogfight with an alien fighter of some kind, she was starting to regret it. Diving between skyscrapers and using most of her powers to try and stop any errant rounds from hitting civilian property through generating an electro-magnetic field, she couldn't stop everything - she just hoped the death toll wasn’t too high. Wincing, she felt more and more of her power drain away, and she desperately glanced around for something to drain electricity from before she fell out of the sky.
"I-if anyone's near enough to help out, that'd be great! Please?"
“We should get you to hospital.” //winks
{ Concern Starters } || Accepting
She was notably pale, but couldn’t really protest against the pinkette’s words. “Is it that bad?” Cheyanne questioned while avoiding glancing at the injury.
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@proistemii
Vincent had been in such a rush to see his Talibah that he had forgotten to clean himself off before coming into the room. His heart raced as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
“Y-Yes Talibah... Much like you are the only being who seems to find me the least bit likeable.” Blue eyes glanced from one end of the room to another, hoping in vain to find another shirt or anything to help cover him up. He glanced at himself in the mirror again... Then decided it was best to remove his shirt all together.
“Why bring this up now?” He asked, turning and walking towards the bed, knees meeting the ground and hand stroking the God’s hair. “You need rest.”