[[Pardon the double post guys
@Maeth - yep, most of the villains and heroes have alter egos, so that’s perfectly fine.
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Vector’s head snapped upwards as he heard Ersatz’s mournful howl and cries for help. In any other circumstance he would come right to her aid, but this time was different. They had managed to capture Willow and first he had to make sure she was in police custody. Hoisting the woman up, Vector pinned Willow’s arms behind her back and led her out of the bank over to where squad cars were lined in a row.
The brunette personally saw to it that the woman was cuffed and under close watch as she was led over to one of the police vehicles. “Enjoy your stay in maximum security,” Vector teased before slamming the car door shut and leaving Willow to wallow in self defeat. The first successful capture of the night; now he could only hope there were more to come.
Catching sight of Miss Death, Vector began to wonder if the attack would ever end. Passing by Turbozero, he ordered the technologically advanced man to go help Ersatz and Shatterstrike on the roof.
“Anythin’ you say, boss,” Turbozero grinned, shooting a grappling hook upwards and hooking onto the side of the bank with ease.
[[Pan, I’m thinking that a prison break will happen in the near future, with other villains who come to save the comrades that get caught by the heroes.
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Brown Widow, having grown extremely frustrated by the entire situation, gritted her teeth and extended the bo-staff at her side. Normally she would have laughed at Sub-Lock’s pain. Normally she would have left everyone to fend for themselves. But these were no normal circumstances. “You d*mned heroes always have to <b>RUIN IT FOR US</b>!” she shrieked, charging at Ersatz and beating on the wolf with the metal pole. Brown Widow attacked mercilessly, driven by rage and something unnatural. Hit after hit on the girl and she wouldn’t stop, not until every bone in Ersatz’s body was broken.
Sub-Lock gritted his teeth in pain as he plucked Ersatz’s paws from his chest, knowing that some of her claws were probably stuck in his skin. He was bleeding from his chest and from the bite marks on his jaw where she’d gotten him. “Aaah,” he gasped from the stinging pain the wounds provided, but he was able to pick himself up and stagger backwards.
“That ain’t cool,” Turbozero mused with his laser gun raised at Brown Widow, Sub-Lock and Twister.
“And what’re you gonna do about it?” Sub-Lock hissed, an anger welling inside of him that was far more than out of character.
Just as Turbozero held his finger on the trigger, Sub-Lock scooped up Shatterstrike’s limp form and used the woman as a shield. Turbozero froze, casting the gun downwards to avoid shooting his close friend and teammate. The girl was already hurt, the last thing she needed was a gaping hole through her body.
Brown Widow delivered a final kick to Ersatz’s stomach, sending the wolf woman flying across the concrete wolf and teetering on the edge of the building. “Look, it’s either us, or them,” she motioned at Shatterstrike and Ersatz, knowing more than well that Turbozero would choose to go after his friends rather than the Brotherhood. With a sinister grin, Brown Widow tore Shatterstrike from Sub-Lock’s grasp and threw the redhead and Ersatz over the edge, free-falling to a spine-crushing death.
Turbozero’s eyes widened behind his sunglasses and he darted forward, only to be stopped by Brown Widow. “Good choice,” she breathed, pressing a taunting kiss to the hero’s lips before taking Twister and Sub-Lock by the arms and leaping off the roof.
The sharpshooter raced towards the edge of the building, almost throwing himself over after Shatterstrike and Ersatz’s bodies. They were quickly descending the 70-something-feet to the ground and Turbozero had no way of going after them without putting himself in harm’s way as well.
As the villains fell, Brown Widow cast a sticky web between the bank and the building across the street, offering as a net to break their fall. “Let’s get out of here,” she commented, helping Sub-Lock and Twister off the sturdy webbing. “The others can fend for themselves,” she spat with a certain bitterness to her words.
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“Oh my god!” Decode shouted as she felt a shockwave rock the earth. She had to fight to keep the car on her side of the road as she sped through rural streets not far away from the mansion. The inside panels on the dashboard were blinking and sounding like mad; something serious was going down. “What is <i>happening</i> there?!” she asked to no one in particular, putting the pedal to the metal as she hurried to get back to the headquarters.
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Allure watched his work with interest, pleased with the havoc that Indigo was bringing upon her own teammates. Dark eyes scanned the room for his next victim - male or female, it did not matter. Anyone was fair game when it came to mind control. He phased into thin air from the spot he’d been standing, only to reappear behind Nightblade. With an evil smirk, Allure spun Nightblade around and connected their lips for the briefest second. That was all it took for Allure to now have two heroes under his control, unable to deny his requests. “You will do as I command. Join Indigo and make me proud.”
“Yes, master,” Nightblade replied in a trance, sliding the twin swords from his back and putting them to good use. He stood, back-to-back with Indigo, the two circling about the center of the room tauntingly, just waiting for someone to attack.
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“Thanks, stranger,” Bridgette smiled once her cigarette was lit, holding it skillfully between two fingers. She took a long, thoughtful drag, looking up at the sky as the rain seemed to finally start letting up. There was something about nights like this, something that brought back “false” old memories. False because she could not remember anything past being released from the hospital seven months ago, having been told she’d gotten amnesia and that the effects were most likely irreversible. She couldn’t remember the sort of person she used to be, or where she used to live, or even what her favorite color was. Maybe that’s why, oftentimes, she’d feel so pathetic. Because at age 35, she was just truly reinventing herself and trying to get back on her feet and be a normal person again.
But any normality was lost when Bridgette joined the Underground Brotherhood and took up the name Lady Luck, feeling that it was most suitable for her. Leading a double life like this took a lot out of her sometimes and it was hard to go to sleep at night without wondering if she would ever be able to tell anyone her dark secrets and have them trust her. It was only when her cigarette had burned down quite a ways did Bridgette come back to the present, flicking the ashes to the ground and offering Alexander a soft smile.
“So, um… I’m guessing you’re new to the casino…? I’ve never seen you around before.” Small talk. Oh, how she despised it, but every relationship, romantic or not, had to start somewhere, right? “The name’s Bridgette McKinnen, by the way… sorry for not introducing myself earlier. I wasn’t trying to be stuck-up or anything, I was just sort of caught up in my own thoughts at the time, and well, the stress of work and such… I mean it’s not exactly easy covering for your no-good co-workers who don’t give two sh*ts about you… though I guess I’m making more money or whatever… Oh, god, now I’m rambling, aren’t I?” She blushed, shutting herself up by putting the cigarette back up to her lips and hoping that this guy didn’t find her a total turn-off.
