First Generations: Main Thread

Channel 7 News
"I would hope so. The best kind of parents would. If that's a threat though well ones invited to try." The cadence went from endeared to abrupt cold. He knew his actions were going to attract ire, he opened with titling himself a villain after all. He didn't want to conquer the world but the limitations of the modern world wasn't going to provide enough for what he needed to see done. The universe though I'm all it's wonders and mysteries had given him another option. "As for the other question, no."

She'd feel it a sense of sadness that took dominance over the emotions of Venus. "She would wake up to a world of likely a mother dead. A father likely dead and turned into a criminal. His face replaced with a reminder of how her family ended. A revelation accepted because of the start, she'd wake up." The woman had another question allowed while waiting or perhaps simultaneously his attention would go to his weeds. It was hard to grasp still how his attention and consciousness managed to split.

"Uhm... ello!, ye doin' alright sir?..."

For a moment the mannequin does nothing the flowered face looking down almost lifeless. Eventually it creaks though roots straining as head tilts to respond. “No. How can one afraid for their daughter ever be.” The sound was strange almost more an echo inside a tree then from someone speaking. For all the alien nature of its voice and visage though the emotion behind it was of someone human.

Of course the weed man didn't know the name of the one in the grip, Kieran’s eyebrows however went up to his forehead almost.

“Oh fuck, is she lost or something? Do you need help finding her or someone to call the police? Uh. Is she also plant-like?” He asked, some thought seeming to go into what kind of petals the face had. Features to try and help find someone presumably.

In this particular weed man's case his petals had derived from a daffodil. Course with a bit more looking around it may reveal how little that might mean or narrowed things down. There were many with a face just like his and many that were different. “She's safe yet sick. Condition depends on how she's cured. Which demands poisons, their counters, and a lot of blood.”

The man’s eyes turned sad and he sighed. “I'm so sorry to hear that… it ain't the same I don't think, but I'm also here to try and help my best girl. Sophie. She needs both hips replaced and I’m on my way to ask my sister to help me cover it. You know?. Vet bills get expensive… do you need help getting anywhere man?. Back to your daughter or somethin’? I’ll walk you.” He said, gently patting the flower man’s back.

“Costly venture doing what's right.” The wooden figure would relinquish the man after a moment. The embrace was welcoming a reminder of what once was. However he wasn't going to spare people just cause appealed to Venus’ once humanity. He knew some he might bleed were good people but none mattered compared to his daughter. “This is just a puppet the real me is up there” an elongated limb moving to point towards the news building. “A donation of blood could help save a life.” He was starting to realize he'd been too impatient perhaps. Robbing a blood bank might have been a smarter move. Had already committed however so he would hope his weed man would have uncovered a volunteer.

“A donation? But… if she's sick wouldn't she be… oh. I guess I can go ask you then.” While the man from out of town looked to drag the weed man along his journey to the tower attention moved to another question. Hailing from a northern source. What shadow puppets managed to do Venus couldn't say. From this position though he did get to see things more however.

"Per person. Maybe your drunk, sorry father can head this way while you try and deal with some of them?" He wasn't sure if taking on the whole gang was an option for whatever the kid could do. Perhaps though he could at least split the team up or keep someone like the bunny already picked on from aiding the others.

Elemental Three & A Bunny

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Nice" she remarked to the idea of Crysis as a name. Isadora honestly thought that also better than hers, way less on the nose. If roles were revedsed shed probably go with the name Pink Crystal or something. Crysis was a name, rabbit foot? That was about as on the nose as things could get. "Do they have seeds?" She figured it was a joke, maybe in a crude one implying a kick below the belt. Now she was wondering though if they did have something like that? Unnamed Cup Girl chimed in and a snicker escaped Izzy who muttered a "yup."

Right now they didn't have a plan. That was peak bad idea, Izzy though didn't mind. She was fast so she might have been first to react but she wasn't the only hero out here. She wasn't going to come up with an inventive way to reach the top of a building, she figured others better suited for that job. Some people were the coach and some kicked the field goal. And well foot was in her name not coach.

Amused by the compliment and pun was sandwiched between a question. That she didn't know right away how to answer. A pause as she followed in walking. "Was like something bit me. Pulled something maybe? Moved to fast before ready, I'll be okay. I'd stick to Fallen Angel by the way. Has meaning." Not to far ahead was the building closest to the construction on their right. To their left a subway tunnel that could provide an in if they knew way around. Izzy didn't feel like saying they should go balance across a crane was a welcome idea though so she followed. She'd be happy to kick their way in, so if the impromptu team wanted a more clever plan they'd have to pitch it themselves.
 
Oh, hey, they had another person now. That was cool, right? Well, it wasn't bad, anyway. New Person hadn't given a name, and they had, like, just gotten through that part, too. Somehow, this had never featured in the stories Jaylin had read. Were they all, like, supposed to stop and introduce themselves again every time someone came along? Because that was going to take for-ev-er.

Bella decided on either Fallen Angel or Phoenix - Jaylin liked Phoenix but maybe now was not the best time to argue about what someone else's superhero name was supposed to be.

"Yeah, we should get going," she agreed, because if they didn't... well, someone else would probably save the day, sure, but they at least had to try, right? Rabbit Foot mentioned something maybe-biting her, which... maybe it was weeds? Maybe it was something else? It was hard to say, but if she was okay, then they'd just... keep an eye out for... whatever it was. Jaylin scattered a few more crystals, trying to make sort of a beacon path ahead of them just in case - she didn't actually know what she was guarding against there, but sure. Just in case she got information somehow, she guessed. And if nothing else, well, she could keep track of the weeds in case any of them decided they were weed-men, and then let the rest of the team know they needed kicking or being set on fire or whatever.

Rabbit Foot had stopped, maybe trying to decide where to go. "So... like... how far is this place? Because if it would be faster we could legit just go back to student parking and I can drive us there..."

Jaylin probably should have thought of that earlier, but it had seemed like everyone else knew what they were doing.
 
Aidan looked over at yet another weedman. "I'm not sure he'd make it there on his own." He stated bluntly. Besides that, he wanted the money. He needed the money. It would be a fresh start to his existence. Especially since he would be eliminating one of the few things that had been standing in his way. And if this guy was truly a villain, he needed to be sure the money was secured before he moved on. That is to say, he didn't trust him.

"I'll get him there. You give me the money. Then, I'll gladly handle the others I saw earlier. Hold them off for whatever time you need."

He was arriving to the station now anyway. There was no turning back at this point. His father was complaining how long they'd walked just for some petty cash, and that he needed a drink, and how moronic he and the other mutants were. It never ceased, especially if his father was sobering up. Soon would come violence, if he didn't hurry.

Still, he grabbed the door and shoved his father in as quickly as he could.
 
Camila didn't seem too worried about offering up her name, not that she was entirely aware she'd already missed that part. In the grand scheme of things, it didn't seem the top priority. "Traffic is a nightmare," she pointed out, gesturing in the direction of the News Station. "We're probably about another block away." Too bad no one could magically teleport them; her calves were already starting to burn. "By the time we all crowd into a single car, we probably would be halfway there on foot.

Whether or not the rest decided to give the car a try, Camila went forward toward the news station. It was nice--idealistic, maybe--that some people were stepping in to help out of the goodness of her heart. Meanwhile, a portion of Camila's heart was sitting in that newsroom, life at stake. Claire was like a sister to her, and if something happened...

It was probably a good thing she had no clue that Claire was making conversation with her kidnapper.

At any rate, there was an urgency to Camila's steps as she proceeded forward, swinging her arm in a wide arc and smacking a weed man with the water bottle rather than using the water inside. The stainless steel cup made just as good of a weapon as the water at times. She didn't have much more to add to the conversation, focusing on just moving forward (and oh god she's getting a side stitch), that is until they reached the news station.

"Do we just... barge in?"

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Claire's lips turned downward in sympathy. It was clear (at least to her) that this creature was grieving. A, nd while she was pretty peeved about being snatched from her plans for the day (and somewhere, in the back of her mind, was a Big Fear that she might die), she'd always been soft-hearted. Did she agree with the flower's methods? No, of course not. Could she understand the desperation? A little. Particularly when she could feel it from him.

She shifted where she sat, wishing being kidnapped included a more comfortable seat. "I suppose that is your cross to bear, then." If he could live with his daughter being horrified at his actions, then he'd have to be the one to live with that. "What blood type is she, anyway?" Or was he hoping to just give her whatever blood was offered to him and hope for the best.
 
Bella glanced up at the sky before looking back to the construction site again. Could they just shimmy up that crane and use it? How would that work? Musing, it took the female a few minutes to realize she hadn’t been paying attention to what was being said by the others. Ah well, it wasn’t the first time she spaced out and it wouldn’t be the last probably. It was probably going to get worse since she had run out of her ADHD medication. She had planned on picking it up today, but then this happened. Stupid plant-thing. One thing the pyro did pick up on though, was that Rabbit Foot said it felt like something had bitten her. Were the plants biting? No… none of them had been bitten, just her. Looking around, she frowned before rubbing her nose with a slight huff. She could feel a sneeze brewing. Good thing they don’t have to be quiet.

“Mm, let us know if something bites you again… and I’ll keep musing on which to keep.” She smiled faintly, fingers running through her hair before blocking a sneeze with her elbow.

“Hurg, stupid allergies. Jaylin is right though, we need to get crackalackin’. I say we sneak in and maybe use that construction site as a way in. I doubt there’s anyone there. Or… isn’t there a way in from the subway?” What she didn’t know was that she was thinking the same thing that Rabbit Foot was, but they say great minds think alike. “I agree that it’d be too big of a pain to go back to get a car. Another block isn’t too bad, so hoofing it is best.” She added, stepping forward to head toward the subway before veering away to follow behind Camilia.

“Should we split into two groups? To come from different directions? We don’t exactly know what we’re walking into.” Bella aimed her hairspray can and lit it up, burning the weed man that hadn’t been knocked down by the newest girl’s bottle.

“Hell, screw it. Let’s just barge in.” Stepping forward, she braced herself, and using the hairspray and lighter, she lit up the weed-things in front of her, using her elemental abilities to spread the fire outward to engulf as many as she could.

“Keep back and snag those my fire doesn’t get!” While she was no leader, Bella knew it’d be best to do what she could. Plus, fire was awesome.
 
After his conversation with the plant, which made things even more confusing instead of clearing it up, Kieran was on his way up. The living weed person, Leafy, he had decided to call it, had at some point taken hold of a different weed person. Then it happened again, as Kieran made his way up several flights of stairs. Until he was part of a chain of weed people, all holding hands. This was strangely unsettling. Were they all friends? how many of them were there and why were they even here at a TV building?.

There were an absurd amount of stairs though, what the fuck. They finally made it, the six of them together, into the room Venus was in with uh. Around thirty people?. Shit was this person completely missing a face?. Why not use a flower too?
 
Channel 7 News

"Apologies for the lack of good seating. Would you like Robertson's soon?" The voice of Venus inquired, his tone measured but having a way of carrying itself more. He acted the hospitable host but the question came with an aura of malicious implications. Soon he needed to start drawing blood for the procedure itself.

Such a fact made clearer as another weed man entered the room pulling with him a mysterious cart. A series of large water jugs and devices to help fill them. It was a mix of improvised car parts medical equipment and garden supplies. Venus wasn't the genius of the family or the sort to build elaborate Sci fi technology but improvising what he needed for his daughter that he could do. The weedman moved to Robertson and stuck a needle into his neck. For a moment the haunting long limb of Venus held him still, then the anchor went limp. He wasn't dead yet the machine drained some what slow. It didn't take much blood though for the body to go woozy or unconcious however and Venus wanted to drain individuals nearly dry. It wasn't brutal though, almost more like a plant wilting in human form. Venus was trying not to be cruel, though it was perhaps to ambitious he figured in the long term.

The faceless void looked to Claire. "It's not about type but replacing it so much so the infection leaves. There's no saving what's there. Curious if I do say so myself. I'd be almost inclined to say the plan to save her is more an art than a science. It's appropriately alien to me." His hand looked to briefly as his mind wandered. A question of his own status in the metahuman world. It didn't seem a biological shift but he was changed on a biological level. The change was a source otherworldly but he didn't feel alien. In another life the mysteries of the changing world would have been so enchanting to him.

Such wandering thoughts though were disrupted by a door swinging open. By not having to stop to fight or discuss, and by being a bit closer to the seven story news tower Kieran would arive. To a sight of multiple hostages and a different no face weed man. One clothed and a little taller. "I dont think i got your name earlier." Before it'd seemed distant the voice of Leafy being his but not quite from him. Now it was clear where the voice did come from. Each weedman from Leafy to the ones soon in a fight with heroes was him. "My name is Venus please see to my guest if you would." He gestured to the elevator door slowly creeping up. The young man commanding shadows would soon as well be ariving to the seen.

It was an interesting moment unknown to Venus. By now it might be sinking in the lanky flower faced villain was that a villain. Perhaps the more friendly soul didn't see him as such, but either way a possible alliance was coming up. And to the man wanting to cash in on his own father, well the country looking newcomer was no weed person and not yet a hostage. His shadows had already taunted one hero easy to think before him another. Know way for the flowery father to know how that interaction would go.

Elemental Three & A Bunny

"I didn't want to be the one to say it." There was an excited little hop at the mention of barging in. There was more tactical ways to do things for sure but she wasn't going to be the one to come up with such clever ideas. She wanted to be a team player but she also did enjoy kicking things. Her head bopped up and down gatthering sents to better know where to go. "Count I think ten civilians in the crowd. Keep an eye out." They knew closer they got the more aggressive the weedmen may get. Heading towards the news station it showed the hoard of weeds sprinting toward the ladies in return. A handful of others rushing towards the civilians.

While things headed for violence Crysis would feel it in her crystals. At the very bottoms of their point likely just at the ends of their receivers would be a pick up of traffic. A group in a sewer line was heading their way. If she followed the direction she would spot a manhole cover annambush would be coming from. It was easy to get caught up in all the chaos currently going and about to start. The unique nature of the nubs though meant one might be able to stop an ambush none of the others might catch. For one of them at least the solution was far simpler. The flamethrower was good for groups. And A number of the hoard was rushing in just that a group.

Meanwhile Izzy focused on the civilians initially she ran at the group but once close jumped. A lunging weed missed her and her shoe kicked his head hard enough for him to smack into concrete flower nose first. The wood like head fracturing and putting it down as the rabbit leaped over much of the rushing crowd. Landing on a car she drops into a sweeping low kick batting into the dome of another weed men. Force hard enough to send it off its feet and backwards a brief distance. Using hood of the car as a spring board the rabbit soars over a few more weeds to near a different pair of weeds heading for a couple. Legs split posture wide but a shoe sinks into a pair of heads. Her socks now wet with moss as she falls to the road. A hop up as she shakes weeds from her feet.

Her nose twitched "go home that's not the weed your looking for." A friendly thumbs up provided with the remark, she could smell the drug on them. She thought it funny at any rate. As the weed smoking couple took off however a weedman rushed in with a sudden sucker punch. Knocked backwards she begins to fall over her mind briefly in a daze. Dizzy she kicks out in instinct, a heavy crack sounds off as she separates a leg of the weedman. The fiend falling over unable to walk and the force of the blow enough to send Izzy away from a follow up. Getting to her feet she spots another civilian. Her head shaking to try and clear some as she rushes to the man's aid.

A leap for a light post a swing to cross the way. The man back pedals trying to avoid being grabbed when suddenly a foot falls on the head of the weedman. The dome pops and the leg cracks well into the back of the weedman. Wickedly an axe came down upon the weed striking him down. A brief thanks was given as the man ran off, but seeing to a civilian lead to a rabbit being tackled by another weed. The two collide into a firehydrant. A torrent of water breaks free its tide shooting a bunny eared girl and weedman towards the news station.

Incredibly wet the bunny waits for her weedy opponent to get up. The fiend rushes the downed rabbit and she readies herself. Pushing off with her hands to launch herself upwards her legs coiled to lash out in an attack. Her feet slam into the weedman's chest so hard he splits in two his upper half soaring several stories into the air. The rabbit landing from the move cracefully to see three more weeds rushing her. Her hopping hopping mad dash ways got her to the front of the station but ahead of others a little. What she didn't know though was just how much the broken fire hydrant might help the mysterious Cup Girl.
 
"Yeah, I think we just barge in." Jaylin didn't really have any better ideas, and it sounded a lot better than sitting around here talking about it, right? "Don't split the party, you know?" Like, sure, they could have attacked from two fronts if any of them had any idea how to do that or coordinate that or any of those tactical things that people talked about in action movies, but if this group had one thing going for them, coordination wasn't it. Neither was tactics.

But at least they could go do it together, and maybe cover for each other a little bit, right?

Cover-

"Hey, um, guys? There's something coming from - there. I think." Lacking better directions, she pointed at where the vibrations were coming from, moving along under the ground. Maybe it was another, better coordinated group of heroes?

Except it probably wasn't. Because if there had been one of those, well, Jaylin thought they'd have known about it. She raised an arm, carefully, waiting for the cover to pop off. If it was people, she'd be, well, she'd be very surprised and possibly look stupid.

But if it wasn't, if it was just weeds... well, crystals could be pretty sharp, too, and even if she wasn't exactly cool with the idea of shooting them at people, she was finding herself remarkably okay with lopping off a few dandelion heads.
 
Ironically, despite being able to manipulate fire without using objects, Bella enjoyed using her go-to instead of tapping into her elemental abilities. Was that ironic? The pyro mused deep inside of her brain, suddenly sidetracked by that thought. Wasn’t there a dumb song about things being ironic, but weren’t ironic things? Tapping her chin with the butt of the lighter, she peered up at the sky, making a face at her inability to remember. No, wait, she was irritated at her ADD mind focusing on something that didn’t even matter at the moment. She needed to focus on the weeds and getting into the building.

“Civilians better keep out of my fire then,” Bella shouted in hopes of the civilians hearing her. The last thing she needed was for someone to run in front of her and catch on fire. Snorting at that, she flicked the lighter and once again rammed her finger down on the button of the hairspray nozzle. Aiming at the weeds, she deliberately stepped away from anyone who wasn’t part of her group and glared at anyone who looked stupid enough to stumble into their fight. People were stupid and if she saw one more lookie-loo, she might bitch-slap them.

Letting Izzy take care of the weeds heading for the civilians, she cocked her head to the side with an amused smirk as the rabbit worked. Man, she wished she could jump like that. Her gaze shifted over to Crysis and she wondered if the female was right in that they shouldn’t split up their party. Would the devious Plant-Man try and separate them? She really hoped not. “Hmm…?” Bella looked to where Crysis was pointing and smirked once again. Stepping closer to the manhole cover, the Fallen Angel, snapped her fingers, a flame appearing above the fingers. She brought her other hand around, the flame spreading between both palms.

“Shoot at them if they’re not human. I’m going to wait for them all to appear and torch the ones you don’t get. We’re a team, so let’s do team work! Hippity-Hoppity, I mean Rabbit Foot, how you holding up?” Bella glanced over at the wet female.

“Err…” She blinked a few times and offered a fire hand. “Need dried off?”
 
The quick sound of some sort of energy zip resounded through the street.

Zip, zip, zip, zip.... Then a pause, and the voice of a woman cursing followed it.

"Shit! The directions were wrong? Where the hell am I? These big cities are so goddam confusing!"

Jolyne squinted her eyes in an attempt of figuring out where she was, placing a hand on her forehead as she scanned the horizon.... Until she saw the very obvious struggle happening at the entrance of the building she was looking for, only a few meters away.

"Ooh, that's why all the people were running. Right."

She pondered for a second, why was she even here?


She was supposed to go to college today and do something worth her time, that is what her mother said at least. And yet, here she was, running towards the place she saw on the news, dressed in her very amazing "suit". Which in fact was a simple blue jumpsuit, and the usual pads bikers used to protect themselves, she didn't even have a mask or anything similar, but she was proud of it.

College, or finding someone to kindly ask them if she could be their side-kick. She didn't have to take too long to think about it.

She adjusted her fingerless gloves; which used to be normal gloves, but she had snipped the tips of the fingers, and took a deep breath.


No one would be stupid enough, to jump into danger just like that....

Except her, she was already on the move.


In an instant, she appeared in the middle of the group, chanting a stupid and cliché superhero entrance song.


"Fear not fellow superpowered sisters! I, The Amazing Paladin Imp, Mistress of the Void and Queen of All Forcefields- Have come to aid, what is the situation?"


She said her title confidently, as if she had practiced for years for a moment like this, posing dramatically with her hands on her hips, as if she wasn't in the middle of a battlefield.

The woman had a rather odd appearance the more one looked at her.

Standing at a miserable 160 cm tall, with jet black hair, most could consider her normal, until you notice her other... Stranger features.


Her skin, a light tone of violet accompanied by her almost ghostly sky blue irises. Not to mention the pair of pointy horns that stood tall on her head, and her sharp teeth, from which a forked toungue slipped out of every time she spoke.

She did not have the appearance of a hero, at all.
 
A Rabbit A Devil and Some Elementals

A brow raised and a ear flopped at the talk of drying her off. The remark was bit aways from her but audible especially to someone like her. "You can do that?" Maybe trying to dry off by being around a flamethrower was a bad idea. Izzy was still curious about it though, sure the extra fur of rabbit ears might even make that worse. Life was all about new experiences though right?

Just like the new experience of bunny combat. She had practiced some fighting skills as a hobby. It helped stay fit, it was fun but actually using it to help people it was intoxicating in a way. That thrill seeker in her was finding something that made her feel better. Sense the accident she thought herself the weirdo, using her abilities to help others though it felt good. What didn't feel good was the wood fist that soon struck her cheek. As the sewer weedmen took priority in a brief moment while Izzy got up the three weeds advancing on her closed the gap. A hook coming first and knocking the rabbit off her feet just as she had gotten up.

The second weed tackled her slamming the bunny into a wall. She flinched from the pain but then raised a foot and brought it down. A wicked snap as the leg snapped from the force the weedman starting to fall over it. Lunged her way, a side step and a knee rose to deliver a blow to the stomach of the weed. With that the monster bent in half as it was tossed several feet into the air. As the weed was ended though the third closed in on her another tackle. A slip from the water and the two fell over. Monster on top Izzy it started to rain blows down. Arms raised in an effort to shield her from the strikes. Her arms start to ache but it goes long enough the weed looked to reposition some.

One kick to use the opening and wet surface to slide out from other him. Another kick to try and push him away. Only for her foot to get stuck in the weedman. Her shoe poking out its back. Was around then she saw someone land amongst the group. Weirdest of them yet, inhuman skin tone and horns. Genuinely looked a devil which least to Izzy was super cool. She didn't judge someone for crystals and she wouldn't for a devilish visage. If anything she thought that also cooler then her own weirdness. Crystals and demons those were cool, she was just a bunny. Was hard to get a good lay of the area while on the floor with foot stuck in a weedman. She remembered though there was civilians still in eed of saving though.

"Hey Imp there's two civilians surrounded" she tilted her head to the ground an ear touching the ground. A sniff at the air. "On your right in one of the cars. Newer coat." She couldn't tell what the car make was or anything but she could smell the paint on it. And those who could see it would spot the slightly darker colored door of the vehicle. An accident or something must have messed up the doors but they were fixed and repainted a few days ago. There was four weedmen on the left side of the vehicle trying to bash it in. She wasn't sure how used to action the imp was. She figured though the ability to summon a wall would make helping those civilians in the car easy though.

The awareness of the crystals helped Crysis know where to aim. A spectacular use of the flamethrower made quick work of that bunch. A mix of ash remains dropping onto the street and onto the second wave coming from the manhole. The second wave rose from the sewers, they smelled rancid and with their damp disposition they wouldnt burn as instantly. This five man team rushed the pyromancer and crystal thrower. In all likelihood they were still doomed to fall but perhaps this time it might take a bit more collaborative might. Or maybe it was covered after all and one of them could help one of the other two civilians assaulted by weedmen.

Izzy on her own end had been stomping on her opponent. A flurry of thumps to break up the weedman who's remains had ensnared her foot. Just as it was starting pull free the original weedman hit her with a clothesline. An arm bashing into her chest and sending her flying back. Flung backwards she twists and closes her legs. A leg hold coiled around its head. She brings the weed with her in the launch backwards. Landing again amongst the sprayed water. More significantly though they weren't just in a puddle the hydrant was spraying them. The wood was getting softer. She could feel it, and squeezed. A sudden boom and hail of splinters as the head popped. "Woah." Isadora remarked briefly surprised by herself.
 
"Ew!"

Why were they coming out of the sewers? Were there not enough plants out here or something? Were there even plants in the sewers, or had the weedy guys become plants somewhere else and then just thought hey guys let's take a nice little jaunt through the sewers, that sounds great? And if there were plants down there, did it matter if they were, like, algae or something? She'd been sort of assuming terrestrial plants, but what if that wasn't the case? What if the kelp forests were now full of weedy guys?

Or did it have to be fresh water? Why would that matter, though, if it didn't have to be-

Why was she thinking about all this, anyway? Like, it wasn't like she was just going to ask them. That was definitely on the dumb things to do list because if the weed guy hadn't thought of it already, she didn't want to give him the idea, right? Not that a whole Lost City Of Evil Atlantis Surrounded By Kelp Knights wasn't an absolutely bangin' vibe or anything, but also, like, priorities, Jaylin!!

Right. Priorities! Like that she had just shot a crystal through one of the weed stems and sheared it off and now she was pretty sure she'd actually killed a guy, if it counted as a guy. Hopefully it didn't? Because Jaylin really didn't want to be one of those antihero types who went around killing people for, like, the greater justice or something. It's not the size of the justice, it's how you-

Also, her crystal was now covered in sewer slime and she could feel that and it was "Gross, gross, gross, so gross-" but it had kinda worked so... she was just going to have to keep it up. If she had to. Which she really, really hoped she did not.

They'd acquired another person, too. She looked neat. In kind of an enchantingly evil way. Like, in one way, probably not a whole lot of fun living your life looking like that, because Jaylin knew how that went at least in part given her whole pink-crystal-nubbins-everywhere look, but also, like, kinda, damn, girl. Hopefully she was on their side and wasn't just pretending to be on their side until the seventh chapter when she'd turn them over to the forces of evil and-

Jaylin had to stop reading so many badly written webcomics, like, for real.
 
Channel 7 News

The main news room was a large oval space the windows tinted to block out the natural light encircled the room. In the current predicament that was where most the hostages were lined up all along the right side of the room. The thirty two hostages in total. Five weedmen stood before them each hand having fingers outstretched with spear like points. These digits were thin perhaps not the most durable. The hostages though weren't willing to risk action when a blade was at their throat however. Spaced among them was the occasional shelf some hostages leaned a against but generally speaking the layout was rather bare. The left side of the room other shelves, a few plants. Was a catering table as well though it wasn't like that was getting use at the given moment.

Center of the room give or take was the camera system with sound equipment near by. This was where one hostsge and one weedman was. Running the camera to live feed the situation at hand. To his left the sound guy and equipment that entailed. A weedman to his left. These two were kept away from the others to maintain the show. The hostages against the wall were nervous, the two running equipment were trembling. They faced toward the back wall where the main table was.

An oval table well lit, an older styling wood over the more high tech look other stations liked. The news anchor sat slumped in his chair. Body looking shriveled and pale. Skin nearly pulled back to point one could see the bones. There was no brutality to the remains, but almost all the more haunting for it. Deflated and lifeless where a person once was. Linked to him a needle held by a weedman, behind the weedman the odd contraption to help hold the blood drained away. A mix of water jugs, medical equipment all found on a wagon. In front of this table stood Venus himself conversing with Claire before him.

The screen behind this table was switched off behind them. A no signal flashing on a white backdrop.

Opposite end of the room the "front" in a sense was a mix of office desks to the sides of the elevator. The emergency stairs same side more on the left. From the left would come the pacifist who offered to help. Besides desks and shelves looking directly at the opposite end of the room where hostages stood. From the elevator would come the shadow bender. Directly looking towards the tall slender figure standing before Clair. Venus who stood out amongst the weeds for the worn clothing. Seeing more in full as well also revealing weapons.

His free hand not pointed towards Clair would move for a small bag on his back. Or perhaps it was normal in size just seemed to seem shrunken down some given the long figure. Within that bag was where thr money was held. "Who would like to make a donation first?" The vigilante justice below was going rather well for them. Venus was starting to think the need to start drawing blood should pick up. On one hand one of those who just arrived had now a paycheck in front of him. On another hand if one wanted to distract the killer plant this might be the ideal time.

(ooc: please ignore any slight inconsistencies. Figured better to try and paint the scene then get lost in fact checking. No rush on anyone's end, but I figured heroes will be coming up next round for them. Next round being once at least 2 of the 3 remaining heroes post this round. Summary left side no weeds/hostages 1 country boi, front no weeds 1 shadow boi, right side 32 hostages five weeds, back 1 weed 1 raisened anchor. The center 1 Clair 1 long boi, 2 news crew 2 weeds)
 
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“Hah, probably not without lighting you on fire. Wish I could though, that’d be fucking rad.” Even as she spoke, she snapped her attention towards someone who was suddenly just there. Bella blinked a few dozen times or at least it felt like she had blinked that many. Honestly, it wasn’t that many, but it was still more than twice. Maybe it was truly just twice. Stress seemed to amplify all the things. Tilting her head as she took in the newcomer’s appearance, the hero hoped she was a good person. During the battle, she had noticed at least three unknowns going inside of the building and she wasn’t sure what their stance was, but at the moment, it didn’t matter. No, she needed to focus on the fucking weeds and her teammates.

“Mm… don’t attack us, and we’ll be nice to you…” Her voice was not necessarily grumpy, but it was obvious she was already over this fight, and they still had to face the plantmandude. “Welcome to the team,” Bella added, giving her a thumbs up before shooting more fire at nearby weedmen.

“WOAH! That was rad, Rabbit Foot!” Bella’s shout came only moments after she saw Izzy pop off the head of one of the weed things. Blinking yet again, something she seemed to be doing a lot, the college student grinned at the other weedmen, the things seeming to hesitate once they witnessed that happening.

“Let’s get inside already! Fuck the rest of these guys! Those hostages need us!”
 
The music was quite annoying in the elevator, that kind of happy nameless jazz tune that had grated the nerves of those who were in a hurry. And Aidan was, in fact, in a hurry. Dragging his father had taken longer than he wanted it to have, and the man was becoming more belligerent the further along he went. The vigilante heros were just behind him at this point, and he at least wanted to get the money before he took off.

The elevator doors pinged and opened just as Venus asked who was the first. "I would like to offer the first." He said.

He didn't look to the faces in the room. His father grumbled loudly, pulling his arm away from Aidan to stumble forward a few more steps. The drunken man looked around at all the hostages, seemingly confused. He slowly turned, counting the people in his head incorrectly. "All these people gettin' money-" His eyes grew wide at the husk that had once been the reporter.

The drunken man fell backwards, his mouth trembling as he pointed. And then he started screaming.

"Give me the money, you can have him. And I'll go and see what I can do to stall those outside a bit longer." Aidan said.
 
Ooc: (About to be Azra's amazing helper to move the story forward in the most random way possible~)


The Imp jumped with joy, punching the air in excitement as she was accepted into the team, which was just a group of people who didn't even know each other and were here out of sheer luck.


"Hell yeah! You're cool, you're my favorite!" She said, directing her comment towards Izzy. "I won't let you down boss!"

Another zip, and she vanished in thin air, only to manifest herself once more around ten meters ahead, doing this until she located the endangered civillians.

She wasted no time in capturing the weed people in forcefields in the shape of spheres.


Once they were inside, she changed the shape of the fields, pointing them inwards to simulate an Iron Maiden, shredding the enemy in the process, she breathed heavily, shallow, out of excitement more than anything, she had never been allowed to use her powers against anything living before! And now she knew, ew.

Thankfully they didn't have any gushy things inside, otherwise that would've been a huge mess.

"Meet the WEED WACKER, DUMBASS!" She laughed like a maniac for about five seconds, and recovered her breath, only to open the car's door for the trapped people and letting them out with a sharp smile, preparing to give another little speech, but the civillians were already fleeing the scene. "Don't you worry normal people! I, the Amazing Pala- What the fuck, why did you leave? I wasn't done!"


She sighed in disappointment, but decided not to dwell on it for too long or she'd make herself sad with it. With quick jumps between space, she kept on helping people that were trapped or being attacked by the ugly plant things, she was being quite effective with it, who would've known, sharp objects were effective against plants.

Jolyne observed the mess around them. They were meant to go into the building but these plant people just wouldn't leave them alone, hell, she wasn't going to allow that, she had to be a good side-kick! And side-kicks always came in at the best time to solve the issue their boss was struggling with.


The Imp took in a deep breath, creating a forcefield, larger, and larger, and larger, until it contained all of the people in the group, she exhaled sharply, and rough edges appeared on the surface outside, they changed and shifted around as they moved, cutting and poking anything that came close to harm them directly.

How wonderful, she was so powerful, so amazing, so incredibly beautiful and invincible!...


...And looked pale as a ghost, in fact, she looked terribly sick.

Using her shields with such specific shapes, and to this size, was clearly difficult, but she pretended as if it was all fine and cool, and she was totally not wheezing between phrases.


"I've- Done it, the zone is safe, let's move quickly.. NOT because I can't hold these things back, just because I would not want- My very cool friends to be harmed, yes... Let's go now, to, help the innocents, the beaten... And the damned!-"


She coughed dryly, she really hadn't thought about this before doing it, what a BAD idea, but hell, she looked cool, for sure, she hoped so, she didn't want to make her new friends dissapointed, and no, she didn't care if the others didn't consider her a friend.
 
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Jaylin was... in a bubble?

She had not actually expected that. Being Jaylin, she walked to the edge of the bubble and poked it with her finger. It seemed... solid?

"Huh." Huh. She poked it again, For Science(tm). Nothing different happened. "Neat."

Except she had no idea what was going on out there. Jaylin peered through the shiny bubble wall, looking at... whatever was happening out there. Like, how did you even have words for all that? It was bonkers. And she couldn't...

...Well. She couldn't actually feel her crystals, through the bubble. That wasn't great? Not that she needed them or anything, it was just that it was... she was kinda used to them? Like, really, they only lasted about six minutes anyway before she lost feeling on them even without the bubble, but like... the bubble was definitely in the way.

Jaylin debated stepping out of the bubble for like half a second to see if the feeling came back, then realized that was actually very stupid. She could experiment later, when there weren't a bunch of crazy plants running around the place. Right? Right!

Better to return to the group again, or at least the middle of the bubble where the rest of the group was, or where the girl was who was apparently the source of the bubble.

She didn't look neat any more. She actually kinda looked like she might fall over. Like, maybe Jaylin shouldn't be commenting negatively on other people's appearances and all, because that was rude, but did that extend to, like hey sorry you actually kinda look a bit like you belong on one of those Victorian dramas languishing in bed with consumption or something while your loved ones gently weep into their lacey handkerchiefs and it becomes realized that someone is holding a handkerchief monogrammed with the initials of someone else's dead first husband-

Jaylin needed to add Victorian novels to the list of things that she needed to stop reading, along with comic books and, like, maybe a little bit of everything else-

Maybe the problem was not the books. Maybe the problem was Jaylin?

Nah, couldn't be. Probably.

"Hey, um, let me help you there," she said instead, offering an arm to bubble girl. Force Field Fainting Sickness probably wasn't contagious, right? "Lean on me. I'm not a fighty person anyway so that keeps, y'know, the ones who're good at stuff free to be good at stuff." And hopefully Bubble Girl didn't fall over.

With the bubble in place, though, it wouldn't take them long to reach the door of the building, even if they didn't walk too fast. Were they really going to just walk in?

Well... sure? Why not? That was what heroes did, right? And they were totally heroes.

"Let's do this!"
 
Channel 7 News

Venus reached into a pants pocket retrieving a roll of bills. The offered amount for a life contained in such a small bundle. It was a discouraging thing really the villain thought. So much of their world revolved on such things, paper that even when in large quantities seemed so small. Paper which was such a trivial thing to make. The price to keep a girl alive went beyond what he could afford, but people would sell a life for so much less. It cost a fortune to live, a fortune to stay alive.

The small roll is offered to the young man followed by an offered hand. A head tilts a empty hole staring through the screaming father. "You should stop. It'll be less painful if compliant." Maybe it would suffice maybe it wouldn't. Venus could speak up if required. "They'll be here soon to much so. Mind covering while I work instead?" The request made as the villain turned back to face the father a needle retrieved as he made his approach. It was a simple request stop whoever got off the elevator. Meanwhile Venus own actions would be simple a needle heading for a throat. Intentions of leaving another husk in the room was fastly approaching...

Arriving Heroes

a wet moss coated bunny was finishing a spin kick when she found herself pulled into a bubble. Her opponent rockets backwards splitting in half by colliding with a light post and the bunny was trapped. For a second eyes wide and considering fighting back until caught on to the source. She had never been in a giant fight, never had back up and never been trapped in a bubble. So for a brief instance she was caught off guard before remembering her companions. It helped that soon the bubble was on the offense.

They passed by weedmen the multitude of things swiftly butchered by forcefield spike things. "That's so hardcore!" A rabbit cheered positive words all she could offer while bubbled. Though an ear did also droop some in defeat. The powers she saw so much more equipped for defeating villains than her own. Flamethrower to torch weeds by the dozen. Forcefield lawnmowers. Crystals that saw the suroundings in a way she never could imagine. Then there was her, she had what the power of thick thighs? Maybe it was the exhaustion getting to her, she thought she'd have been ready to go all day. After what felt like a bite to her leg though she could feel herself slowing down some. When there was so many weeds to kick the feeling of adrenaline helped, slowing down though helped the unknown attack start to catch up with her.

"Fantastic work, take a breather." There wasn't anyone in the lobby so Izzy didn't mind helping Jaylin or Crysis rather with the help of the exhausted devilish assistant. Soon enough the team was inside an elevator. Normally the rabbit would have chosen the stairs but she figured she could use the breather as much as the others.

Despite feeling like crap and her concern for the imp she tried to stay upbeat as they stood in the elevator. She used glass in the elevator to check her appearence. Tried to pretend she wasn't afraid, "looking great gang." Her hips swayed a little and foot t as predicted to the jazz playing. She wanted to seem upbeat and ready for the next round. It didn't make sense to her, she was so sure she could have exercised for so much longer. She really though now felt like she was functioning at fifty percent. For a moment she tried to tell herself that was enough. A look over the shoulder and she gave the others a thumbs up.

Thought hit her though what if the hostage takers had guns. She knew even her at fifty percent was probably faster inna fight but she wasnt exactly ready to try avoiding gunfire on her best day. She was sporty and liked martial arts sure but that didn't mean she could be like those action movies with the trench coats.

DING!

Such a simple sound and with it doors opened to the scene of the newsroom. Venus stood next to two people one with a needle going into his neck. Hostages were lined up with weedmen guarding them. What gave Izzy pause though was the raisen guy. She had just seen him on the news talking but between start of the day to now he was pruned. No...

He was dead.

Reality hit harder then any leg bite. People could die from this. Was only a matter of time before the powers and changes of the world came more to bear. The how was such an uncertainty but now it was clear how at least some could. He was dead, she didn't know him, never met him, but she kind of felt like she did? He had been on the news everyday she remembered that one time he said he would be gone for a week do to a honeymoon. Now he was all shriveled and she felt sick.

Then Venus pulled his pistol from his holster and aimed toward the elevator. And Izzy froze she was about to rush someone. She was about to go drop kick a weedman. Then a gun pointed at them and she froze. She could fight, a bunny could kick. A Bunny though didn't survive gunfire. The tall black clad weed pushed the needle into a man then began to speak. "Did, did a bunch of college kids really end up being the ones to step up? Should look into matching uniforms, my daughter loved those anime you know. Sailor something think it was called. Anyways I can stop before he is emptied entirely. You've saved quite a few today now help me save another. All you have to do is nothing."

One could see it in Izzy she didn't want to do nothing. She wasn't good at it. Temporarily though she was stuck in place at the sight of a gun barrel though. Seeing broadcast she jumped at the opportunity to help others. This time though it'd have to be another.
 
Bella stopped fighting momentarily in order to actually watch the new person with immense interest. She was damn good at scrambling up the weedmen and the blonde was a little jealous. Sighing, she was also a bit jealous that Rabbit Foot was the Imp’s favorite. Typical. Shaking off that jealous feeling, Bella glanced up at the sky before looking back down at the group that was fighting off the weeds.

“This has got to be the dumbest day yet. Who would’ve thought I would be skipping college to fight living weed things by the news station.” Rolling her eyes, Bella flicked her lighter shut, the fire temporarily dissipating until not even heat could be felt. She was about to conjure fire without the use of the lighter when it occurred to her that she was in a sphere of some sort. Like Jaylin, Bella poked at it, surprised at its strength. Looking around, it took her no time to realize just who was behind the creation of the sphere.

“Holy shit, you are rad, Chicka.” She pumped her fist in admiration and was proud of Jaylin helping the other female to stay upright. They had better hurry before she passed out.

“Right, let’s get going inside. You might need to save some of your energy, so no dilly-dallying.” Bella moved with the group inside the news station building, tugging just a little on her blonde hair, anxiety starting to fester. She knew she could get out of the bubble, but she was still very claustrophobic.

“Thank goodness…” Taking a huge breath once they were in the lobby and out of the bubble, she ran her fingers through her hair and felt her body relaxing. That was until they were in the elevator. Swearing softly, Bella stared down at her feet, pretending they were anywhere but an enclosed space. She wished they had taken the stairs. Damn it all to hell and back again.

“This music is typical… terrible jazz that’s supposed to be hip and cool,” Arianna grumbled and looked up only after they reached their floor. At least the elevator didn’t drop. A shriveled guy caught her attention and it took her a few minutes to realize just who it was and she felt immense anger at the lost life.

“You fucker, just thinking you can come up into OUR news station and kill people with your gross weedlike behaviors?! I don’t think so and so what if we’re just a bunch of college students? We can still kick your fucking ass!” Snarling as she spoke, Bella took note of the gun and stepped forward as the Weed man shoved a needle into some guy’s throat.

“You can try and stop us, but we’ve been kicking ass this whole time and you have no idea what you’re up against!” She was a lot less brave than she was putting on, but she only needed to side-track him long enough for the others to jump in and save the hostages before more lives were lost.
 
Aidan took the money without a second thought, glancing briefly at the stack of bills before slipping it into his pocket. No remorse. No guilt. This was business, nothing more. He turned his gaze to Venus, his face hidden behind his mask, voice steady as he spoke over the sound of his father’s terrorized screams.

“I’ll stall what I can,” he said, his tone cold, practical. “But I’m not here to be your sidekick.”

With that, he pulled out his flashlight, its beam flickering to life as he reshaped the shadows created by his hand. Two shadow wolves emerged, their forms darting on the floor. They moved as if with minds of their own, padding silently across the floor to stand guard by the elevator, arriving just as its doors slid open with a soft ding.

Aidan pocketed the flashlight and began to move toward the elevator himself, his steps deliberate, slow, as if surveying his opponents. His eyes locked on the mouthy one stepping out—he recognized the face but had never cared enough to learn her name. Another student, like him, but the lines between them were already drawn.

His wolves moved in behind her, flanking her from behind in silent movements. Aidan’s dark gaze hardened. “Do you know what you’re against?” he asked, his voice low, almost a growl.

Before she could answer, the wolves struck, darting forward with lethal precision, their jaws snapping at her legs’ shadows.
 
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