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For those who've been following the Create a Hero Theme and Create a Villain Theme threads, you may notice from time to time we have a tendency to call back to either thread in some of the posts.

 

This thread is to give us the chance write up brief scenes of our creations' interactions with each other (or perhaps just by themselves). This isn't a Round Robin thread, no one needs to continue where anyone left off. Cliffhangers are encouraged, just no permanent death (the "No One Could Have Survived THAT!" trope is allowed however).

 

And to be helpful, a link to the original post of the characters being used in the CaVT/CaHT threads would be nice as well.

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I realy can't art...don't have even Basic 6th yet, so no stats...but for the charaters I have created, I can sergest limitations and personalities. I can't provide links with using my DSi, thoe. It's hard enougth to type with a stylist and a touch screen keyboard.

 

Anyways, lets kick things off with Electro-Buggieboo, my chara for the Fad Five. Personality wise, think Jonny Five (also known as Number Five, from the Short Curcet films). That means a Coad vs 'Disacembel' of Sentant Beings (sort of a CvsK, but extended class of beings to include intelagent life forms of all stripes). Also a huge Psycolgical Limitation: Niavite. Also PS: Loves to Breakdance (will breakdance if able, even if it inconvenences it's team mates). He also has Distintive Features: Robot in red vinal jacket and 'hammer' pants.

 

I forgot the most important part... Physical Limatation: Affected As Both Human And Machien Class Of Mind.

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I can suggest some things for my own characters if someone asks. I suppose. And I might give brief histories and timelines now and again. I already have some ideas of what my character from Infernal Affairs (Unforgiven) might have been doing over the centuries.

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http://www.herogames.com/forums/showthread.php/80447-Create-a-Hero-Theme-Team!?p=2220398#post2220398

 

http://www.herogames.com/forums/showthread.php/80447-Create-a-Hero-Theme-Team!?p=2220594#post2220594

 

Interlude with Spirit Fox

Captain Wu nodded at his subordinate as he entered the room. He looked around, pausing at the large fox head drawn on the floor. He glanced at Corporal Liang and nodded for him to report.

 

"We have fifteen wounded, two dead." The corporal looked at his notes. "Our victims have not been forthcoming with details, but we have an idea what happened."

 

"So he killed someone?" The captain looked at the large hole in one wall, a bunch of little holes in the wall.

 

"We believe that some of the wounded victims shot one of the two men by accident. We don't know about the other man." Liang pointed at one wall. "We are checking ballistics now with the recovered weapons. If they match, that will confirm the theory of what happened."

 

"What do you think happened, Corporal?" Wu took in the scene again, thinking about the damage done to the small space.

 

"The Golden Frog Tong and the White Bamboo Triad were holding meeting. Confirmed identities of the men match membership rolls in our files. This room is above the offices with only two doors. Two guards were at this door. That other door is an elevator that leads to the garage under the building."

 

Liang walked to the big hole in the wall. He checked his notes.

 

"There is an office on the other side of this. We think Spirit Fox broke into that office and attacked the guards stationed there. He blew the hole to get into this room."

 

He walked toward a smashed table and turned slightly to the left.

 

"The soldiers turned to face the explosion, some of them might have been dazed." He pointed at broken furniture to his left and right. "Fox attacked. These men had broken bones."

 

He walked to the wall on the left with blood on it. He lined up with something in the ceiling and where he had stood seconds ago.

 

"The first body was here when constables arrived. I believe that Fox was standing here, or moving through this space in front of the first dead man. Triads on that side of the room fired on him. They missed and hit this man."

 

He pointed at the bullet holes in the wall to indicate direction of travel.

 

"He used that line of his to swing across the room." Wu looked up at the object in the ceiling. It looked like a piton to him.

 

"I think so, sir." Liang moved along the wall. He pointed out footprint in blood on the wall. "It's the only explanation I can think of for this print. It doesn't match any of the shoes we took to be tested."

 

"So he swings around to the other side of the room." The captain was familiar with how his enemy worked his raids. He had done so many in the city, imitators were coming out of the ground to be like him.

 

"I think so." The corporal walked to the elevator and stood in front of it. "I believe that part of the leadership made it to the elevator and closed the doors before he could get to them. I don't know if he opened the doors before he turned and attacked the remaining soldiers in the room, or after all the men were beaten. Either way, I believe he used the same type charge on the elevator that he used on the wall."

 

"Cut the cables?" The captain joined his subordinate by the elevator. He looked at the wreckage below.

 

"The charge blew a hole in the door, sent the explosion into the shaft." Liang grimaced. "Down the lift went."

 

Wu looked around the room. Blood marked everything.

 

"The second dead man?" He didn't see a marker for the second corpse.

 

"In the elevator." The corporal pointed downstairs with his finger. "Do you want to see the rest of it?"

 

"Yes." He led the way to the stairs. "I'll need to know what I am going to send upstairs."

 

The two policemen descended to the first floor. The corporal led the way to where the elevator had crashed down. The doors had been pried open by the police and medics.

 

Wu frowned at the blood and wreckage inside the ruined cab.

 

"You said the second dead man was in the elevator?" The captain took a closer look inside the room.

 

"Yes." The corporal frowned at his notes. "We don't know how he died. A cut lip was his only visible wound according to the medical personnel."

 

"He might have hit his head when the elevator hit." The captain made a note to check on what a three-story fall could do to the human body. "Who was in the elevator?"

 

"Lee Chow, Shen Li, and an unidentified third man." Liang scratched his head. "It looks like the leaders from the two groups were trying to make a getaway when the cables were cut."

 

"Which one died?" Wu wouldn't miss either Chow, or Li. They had bought a great deal of influence on the department from politicians higher up in the party.

 

"Chow." Liang nodded in confirmation as he checked his notes. "An autopsy will be done to ascertain cause of death."

 

"Fox cut the cables, the elevator crashed." The captain pointed at marks on the wall. "What was burned?"

 

"Some type of drug, and currency." The corporal produced a plastic bag with a scorched corner of a bill inside.

 

"It makes sense." Wu nodded. "Two criminal groups meeting would have brought something to talk about for their mutual profit."

 

"I think Fox burned the drugs and money." Liang pointed to the ceiling of the elevator car with his pen. Bullet holes decorated the ruined lighting. "I think he dropped down from the upper floor and the survivors shot at him. Then he dropped in the lift, and stopped them from shooting at him. Then he burned the money and drugs in their cases."

 

"Forensics have the cases?" The officer inspected the elevator again. He saw two rectangles on the floor of the cab.

 

"Their report will be on your desk in the morning." He looked at his notes. "Best guess they could give me here, the drug was heroin."

 

"That makes sense." Wu frowned as he turned away from the elevator. "It looks like Fox upset a new pipeline in the making."

 

"We don't have anything to hold the Tong, or the Triads." The corporal scratched his head as he thought.

 

"We don't need to hold them." Wu smiled. "I doubt they will be leaving the hospital soon. Make sure to keep them locked down until we get statements."

 

"They refuse to tell us anything, sir." Liang took pictures of the scene from a technician.

 

"They have to explain this somehow." The captain smiled even wider. "Tell them that until we find out what happened other than what we think happened, they are going to be moved to solitary confinement at Hun Duk."

 

"Can we do that?" He looked dubious at the prospect.

 

"A judge will sign an order to free them sometime." Wu waved off the suggestion of impropriety. "Tell them I'm not letting them go, and arrange for transport to the prison."

 

"It will be like going home to their families for some of them." Liang put his notebook away and saluted. "If they tell me anything, do I send them to their homes?"

 

"Yes." The captain nodded as he started for the door. "Give them an escort."

 

"Yes, sir." The corporal went back to chivvying the troops to finish the collection of evidence. He pulled out his radio to give the orders for the hospital detail.

 

The captain paused on the street. He looked up into the sky. He shook his head. He remembered the opening narration of an old Western television show.

 

This is the city. Shanghai, China. I work here. I carry a badge.

 

Captain Wu started to his car. He had two more major scenes to inspect before he returned to headquarters.

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(OK...it's rather hard, in my mind, to put a link in to the original posts. So, instead, I'll give you an argument by Leader Deschar and Henry The Sith...from the ComicCons thread. Note: This happened early in the day of the event which changed them forever.)

 

Leader Deschar (looking up from his plastic modle): What is all that noise. (looks over to Henry the Sith, who is bussy berating a group of mixed media people...one otaku, one treckie, and prehaps a Babalon 5 fan or something). Will you shut up about all this 'Star Wars is the greatest science fiction story in the multiverse' speal.

 

Henry the Sith: Never, you overtall sack of ...

 

Deschar: Is you say Rankor Dung, I'll slice you with my modoling knife. Anyways, your forgeting science fiction from Japan. Even you would have to admit that Mobel Suit Gundum is a science fiction space opra epic.

 

Henry: How can it be space opra? It never leaves the Earth.

 

Deschar: So, you don't consider the area above Earth to be Space? Where the satalights and the Moon is? How silly you are.

 

Henry: There is no travel to other planets. No force.

 

Deschar: Newtype.

 

Henry: What was that?

 

Deschar: Newtype. In a sence, it is the Gundum multiverse version of the farce. It is a genetic improvement which alowes people to be realy good at piloting mecha.

 

Henry: It is not the same thing. And it is the Force.

 

Deschar: And it is something to preposperous. I can get the 'universal life force', but it would be imposable for Jedi or Sith to tap into it the way thay do. Besides, what is your Metacarbonate count?

 

Henry: None of your buisness. And I will not stand for this in...

 

Deschar: ...sult? Go down to the anime roon and you will learn something.

 

Henry: Sir, I have no need to watch tenticals and magical girls.

 

Deschar: It is not all tenticals and magical girls. Just watch Space Battelship Yamato.

 

Henry: I would rather not, thank you. Animation sucks.

 

Deschar: Except for the Cloan Wars, right? Remember Battle of The Planets? Voltron? Technoman?

 

Henry: Kids stuff.

 

Deschar: Someone needs to watch the original versions of theas shows. You woulden't call Science Ninja Team Gathchaman, King of Beast Go Lion, or Techaman Blade as 'kids stuff' once you see it as the japanies did.

 

Henry: Never.

 

Deschar: I'm not saying Star Wars is bad. In fact, I see all the movies, including The Cloan Wars movie. I'm just saying that there is more to science fiction that that.

 

Henry:...(can't come up with a comeback)

 

Deschar: So, please let me return to my modle. And remember, Han shot first.

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How to post a link (since that will likely come up a lot):

Localise the post you want to link to.

In the upper right corner of your post you find a Number Sign / pound sign / hash followed by the number of your post.

Right klick on the Number Sign/Number -> Copy Link Adress

 

Now you have the link to the post on the clipboard and can paste it where needed.

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How to post a link (since that will likely come up a lot):

Localise the post you want to link to.

In the upper right corner of your post you find a Number Sign / pound sign / hash followed by the number of your post.

Right klick on the Number Sign/Number -> Copy Link Adress

 

Now you have the link to the post on the clipboard and can paste it where needed.

 

Easy to do with a real computer...hard to do using the Nitendo DSi. I can't even find the squair brackets on this thing, and when I try to do it freehand, I always get a 'C'. [Ah...found out how to freehand brackets now...good.]

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Easy to do with a real computer...hard to do using the Nitendo DSi. I can't even find the squair brackets on this thing' date=' and when I try to do it freehand, I always get a 'C'. [Ah...found out how to freehand brackets now...good.']

I am pretty certain it has some form of "Context Menu". If it has one, the one for text area will certainly inlcude paste/copy and the one of the browser will include a "copy url" feature.

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Location: France

Time: 1790s

 

In France, during the 1790s, the man that would be known as Unforgiven from the villainous group Infernal Affairs is in his heyday. He has manipulated and corrupted many souls in this time. What had been a revolution against the evils of the French nobility has turned into madness. Unforgiven working behind the scenes has turned France into a nation filled with horror and persecution. He will one day refer to the attrocities in Vendee as "....gloom and despair that soothed my soul".

 

Once the Jacobins had run their course, Unforgiven will brilliantly swing his dark magics in a direction that will give rise to Napoleon and lead Europe into more turmoil for nearly 2 more decades. However, by then Unforgiven will have long since moved on for other pastures to corrupt the souls to the will of his master.

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Play Me a Song, Johnny Guitar

 

Johnny grinned as he belted out Honkytonk Woman. The crowd cheered as he came to the end of the song. He had never had such a reaction to his picking before. It looked like he had made a good deal after all.

 

He could already see the hot tub full of women who knew what to do.

 

He strummed the last note, basking in the clapping and whistles. He heard someone laughing in the audience. He looked around.

 

Some old guy in a dark suit and red shirt was laughing. It was clear he was laughing at the guitar player. He stood beside some other musicians who were waiting to try out, hands in his pockets.

 

"Do you think you can do a better job, mister?" He had made a deal for a talent that no one could match. No fancy pants could beat that, no matter how hard he tried.

 

"I can outplay you with my toes, boy." The man in the suit grabbed a drink from a passing waitress and downed it before she could protest. "Come on, guys."

 

The group got up, grabbing instruments. They looked doubtful, but the old guy waved them on as he picked up his own guitar case. He went to the microphone as the others got ready.

 

"I thought this was just you and me." Johnny looked at the amateurs tuning up. "These second raters might as well go home."

 

"There's only one second rater around here." The other man smiled. "Why don't you shut your gob and listen to your betters?"

 

Johnny growled but settled in front of a mike as far away as he could from the guy.

 

"Thanks for coming out, folks." The old man strummed his guitar and the note hung in the air for a moment. "As you know, this is a tryout and audition for new musicians. I would like to introduce you to the musicians that want to be signed to contracts with the record companies."

 

He went down the line, playing notes on his guitar after his introductions. He introduced Johnny last with the words least likable. He smiled at the seething musician.

 

"We only have enough time for a small sampling from these extraordinary players and Johnny Guitar." He stopped his strumming as he looked out over the darkened room. "Let's get started."

 

The show started with a slow moving ballad, then some up tempo dance song, then moved up and down the scene as the guitarists tried their hands at covering songs that more famous guitarists had already done and made their own.

 

Johnny seethed. He was better than all of these mutts. He should cut loose and show them something. Then he realized something. The old man was helping the weaker players. He sat back and played the chords automatically as he listened.

 

He also knew the old man was better than he was. That shouldn't be possible. He should be the best guitar player in the world. Some old guy dressed like Johnny Cash was demonstrating he was better with no effort.

 

Johnny froze as the spotlight fell on him. He could play better than these kids. He couldn't play better than the old man laughing at him.

 

He kicked in Curtis Blow after a moment. The other guitarists backed him up and he realized this was how things should be. He looked over at the old man. The lights shone on a scar along the man's face as he nodded his head.

 

He should have worked on getting to this spot on his own. He took a shortcut to get to where these others had earned their way.

 

"This last song is mine, kids." The old man let the last notes of Johnny's number die down before he spoke. "Thanks for coming out and listening. Let's have a hand for our contestants."

 

The crowd clapped and cheered. Some woman who had drank a few too many screwdrivers threw her bra on stage.

 

"This is the last song of the night, folks." The old man looked down the line of guitarists on either side of where he stood. "Remember to tip your waitresses."

 

He broke into a rendition of Amazing Grace. The audience began to sing with him with only a slight encouragement of his hand. The other players didn't join in. They seemed stunned by the melody filling the room.

 

Johnny froze in the face of the lyrics. This one song cut through all the deception he had wrapped around himself. There would be no salvation for him when everything was said and done.

 

The old man finished with a flourish. People wept as he put away his guitar. He started off the stage, moving to the exit.

 

"Who do you think you are?" Johnny's agent appeared in front of the old man. "You just messed up my boy's chances for a show."

 

Johnny rushed over. The last thing he wanted was a fight after what had just happened. He thought about it later as losing the scales on his eyes. He didn't have time to think about it just then.

 

The old man hit the agent in the face with a bible before he could pull back. There was a cloud of smoke as the man fell back. The guitarist glowered at the fallen thing.

 

"The next time you see my face, you better be packing something more than a bad attitude." He kicked the agent in the skull before stepping out through the stage exit door.

 

Johnny rushed out without a glance at the agent. He doubted he wanted to help the man now that he knew how much he had lost.

 

"Wait, old man." He raised his hand. "Where are you going?"

 

"I have other things to do." The man in black waved a hand. "I'll be watching you. It'll be interesting to see if you grow out of being an a-hole."

 

"I guess." Johnny looked back at the closed door. He shouldn't be talking to this man after what had happened. "I made a bad deal."

 

"Everyone makes a bad deal at some point in their lives." The old man turned slightly. "Make the best of it. You don't have to honor the commitment if the deal doesn't help you."

 

"I can't get out of it." Johnny had been given a phenomenal playing ability. He had given his soul in return. He couldn't get it back, and might lose his talent if he didn't honor the agreement.

 

"Don't try to get out of it." The old man smiled. "Just try to hold back doing the worst you can to too many people. It'll be worth it in the end."

 

Johnny smiled. That was something he could do. He could even make it look like accidents.

 

"What's your name, old man?" He wanted to know who had pointed out the path he should take for his future.

 

"Wolfe." The old man headed for the end of the alley between the club and the next building over. "Muddy T. Wolfe."

 

He turned down at the end and vanished with a wave of his hand.

 

***

Johnny got together with a band formed by his agent from people and monsters a month later. The guitar player had a smile and a joke for them when they got together.

 

He helped two men into a cab after one show. He gave the driver the address from the license on one of the men. The taxi pulled away.

 

He headed back to his room. He passed the lead singer on the way. She was a hottie, but he had decided not to get to close to the rest of the band. He was in enough trouble without adding on to it.

 

"There were two men in my room." She turned her eyes on him as he passed.

 

"I sent them home." Johnny gave her a smile and kept going.

 

"You sent them home?" The singer turned to follow him. He felt the heat come off of her and tried to act casual.

 

"Sure." Johnny waved at the desk clerk as he paused at the elevator. "They found your secret camera. So I tried to smooth things over. I got you another date with them the next time we're in town."

 

"They found my camera?" She glared at him. "How did that happen?"

 

"One of them got really drunk and fell against the mirror and broke it." Johnny shrugged as he got in the elevator. "Bad luck, I guess."

 

He waved as the elevator door slid shut.

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OK. Some quick stuff.

 

(Again, no links...but the charaters should be fresh in the memories of eveyone right now)

 

From The Hearm, my contrubution Dark Damsel...her weapion load.

 

Gimicked Parasol.

1 sniper rifle, hidden in parasol.

Ammo for sniper rifle...1 load of rubber bullets (Energy Blast, Physical), 1 load of "mercy" bullets (1d6 RKA and a linked Energy Blast, NND (drugs)), 1 load of normal bullets (RKA), 1 load of "tankbuster" bullets (2d6 RKA, and extra RKA only to overcome that new damage protection power who's name I can not think of at this moment).

Harden plastic staff outershell (Hand Attack).

Hidden dagger in handle (Hand Hilling Attack).

 

Skill load.

Enougth combat skill levels in sniper rifle multipower to justifie being a good shot. Also Penatle Skill Levels (range) and Penatle Skill Levels (location). May also have Zen Gunnery and a small hand-to-hand martial art style (but not enougth to outclass Crimson Raven).

 

Macob

The ideal for him is a mix of Mysterio with The Green Goblin (without the insanity).

 

Weapion Load.

Smoke generator under robe of costume, projected through feat of costume (Change Enviroment/Darkness VS Sight)

Mechanical Snake Tangles (Entangle).

Fire Spiders (RKA, Explosion, Energy)

Two special gloves which send out electrisity via touch (Tazer mode: No Range Energy Blast, NND. Leathal grab mode: No Range RKA. Also a small Endurance Batery for each glove).

Two special gloves which shoot out green fire (RKA, Energy, with all the advantages and disavantages of fire). Can switch gloves with slight of hand roll and long sleave robe.

Stilts (to make it seem like he is floating on the smoke).

Three 'screaming skulls' (mini robot sonic cannons).

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What's the Ante?

Chip Clay walked around the gaming room. He checked the action as he walked. Some big winners were laughing. Some big losers were crying. Either could be problems as far as he was concerned.

 

"What's going on, Chip?" Dominic Heron crossed the floor with a smile on his face. He wore a purple and yellow suit and striped tie that made Chip's eyes water.

 

"How's it going, Dom?" Clay wore his usual brown and tan. It helped him blend in with the desert motif of the casino. "Still flashy I see."

 

"Vegas, baby." Dom smiled. "I see you're still hanging out at the old stand."

 

"Everything has gone up." Chip watched a guy stumble for the door. "It's almost like the old days when the mob decided to start acting up."

 

"How are the others doing?" Dom stood off to one side to avoid blocking the room.

 

"Same old, same old." Chip followed a man with a scarf with his eyes. "You coming back on?"

 

"I got a new team." Dom smiled at the look on his face. "I signed on with some amateurs. We should be okay when we get some practice."

 

"Who else is on this team?" Chip crossed his arms as he waited for an answer.

 

"Merry Poppins, Duel Monster out of Italy, some others." He made a gesture like ‘What can you do?'

 

"Merry Poppins?" Chip frowned. "Not Merry Poppins. Didn't she blow up the Mayor's limo in New York?"

 

"Her aim has gotten better." Dom smiled. "I've been coaching her."

 

A loud bang drew their attention. Clay looked around the room. Everyone was looking at the front of the casino. He headed for the front at a run.

 

Dom headed for a public restroom. He had been training to get back in shape. He felt better than he ever had. He just had to watch his torso for a little bit more.

 

He had been shot and he was still supposed to be taking it easy.

 

Dom rushed out of the bathroom after changing his suit for his fighting clothes. He pulled down the hood before stepping out in public. He ran to the front of the casino.

 

Chip might need some help.

 

A behemoth filled the front of the lobby. He seemed to have pulled the bars off the cash cage with his bare hands. Chip wore his chip armor over his suit, face mask over his features. The staff directed people away from the action.

 

Dom smiled. They must have thought the robbery was an action show.

 

A man in a white facemask appeared. He wore a plain suit with a white triangle on the breast pocket. He produced a set of cards.

 

"The three of you against me?" The behemoth laughed. "You three don't stand a chance."

 

"I think we can handle you." Dom practiced a few dance steps. "Do you want your beating now, or later?"

 

The man in the white facemask looked at the pink phantom. He nodded.

 

"Let's do this now." The giant swung at Chip with a wrecking ball fist. A giant poker chip caught the blow and snapped in half.

 

The man in the mask threw his cards. They became flying sharks as they zeroed in on the enemy. They nipped at the man as they circled him.

 

"I'm stomping you in the ground." The monster leaped across the casino floor. His landing cracked the floor. The card thrower threw a handful of papers in his face. Simulated shark teeth latched on as they floated in the air.

 

Chip blasted a handful of his own calling cards into the back of the thief. He watched the chips rebound and stick into the walls and ceiling.

 

"Let me give a leg up." Dom rushed in, stomping the back of the other man's legs. He didn't think he did any real damage, but the man fell to one knee. The Flamingo began kicking the back of the bandit's head like a practice dummy.

 

The giant exploded back to his feet with a spreading of his arms. That forced Dom to duck back, and the man in the white mask to stumble.

 

Chip threw a chip as big as a hubcap directly in the giant's face. That rocked the bandit back. He recovered fast. They needed something bigger to deal with this guy.

 

The man in the white mask grabbed a paper banner hanging in front of the windows. He yanked it down to the floor.

 

"What do you think you're going to do with that?" The giant laughed.

 

The vigilante snapped the banner into the air with a flick of his wrist. The paper became a multicolored shark with Lightning McQueen's face as a snout. It grabbed the giant and tried to bite him in two.

 

"Ka-chow." Dom smiled.

 

The man in the mask went to the next banner.

 

The giant pulled the shark apart with some effort. Blood dripped from wounds on his shoulders and arms. He glared at the mystery man. He started forward with hate in his eyes.

 

"I'm going to kill you." He went into a wind up for a killer swing.

 

Dom aimed for the side of the giant's knee. He landed three, or four, kicks in a rush. Then he jumped out of the way as the giant went down again.

 

Chip came in, one of his namesakes hooked to his arm like a shield. He used the edge like a hammer. He stepped back after a couple of times with it. The thief's hand had tried to close on his torso and crush him.

 

The white mask snapped the banner he had grabbed. He cracked it like a whip. This shark had Mater on the front. The bucktoothed visage struck with deadly accuracy. It wrestled the giant to the floor. He pried the jaws apart as its tail whipped about. Then he snapped the shark's face in half.

 

"You three are on my list." The giant tried to stand. His leg wouldn't hold his weight. He glared at the Flamingo. "I'm going to kill you slow, Pinky."

 

"I'll see you when you get out of jail." Dom knew better to get close to those killer arms. How could he end this fight?

 

"Catch."

 

Chip had made a stack of chips under his feet. He stood near the ceiling on the top of the chips. He dropped a chip the size of a car on top of the giant. The man went down, pinned by the weight and the lack of leverage.

 

Chip dropped a couple more of the platters to make sure his captive didn't try to get up too soon.

 

"That was just like old times." The Flamingo didn't remember sweating so much in the old days.

 

"Neat trick with the sharks." Chip gestured for the other man to come over and talk to them.

 

"It helped out." The man in the white mask nodded. "What are you going to do about him?"

 

"The police and Primus should be on the way." Clay kept an eye on the pile. "They'll have something to take our villain away."

 

"What do we do for an encore?" The Flamingo smiled under the beak of his hood.

 

"We save Disneyland." Chip smiled at the old joke. "As soon as we turn big ugly over, I'll have to get back to work. What are you two doing?"

 

"I'm going to catch a plane in a few hours." The Flamingo shook his head. "I have to head back to my new base, and work with my newbs."

 

"I got a page from my own team." The man in the white mask handed over a card. It said Cardshark across the front, with a number at the bottom corner.

 

"It looks like you're on your own, Chip." The Flamingo went to get his suit out of the bathroom. "Tell the others I stopped by."

 

"I'll kill you all." The giant groaned under the three holders.

 

"Shut it, you." Chip added two more of the giant chips. "The only thing you're going to be killing is time."

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A Spoonful of Sugar

Mary Pfaff sat on the park bench, picking at the hat in her lap. She had made such a mess of things. How could she have thought she would make a great heroine? She held back the tears with heavy sniffs.

 

"Problem, girl?" A woman sat down next to Mary. She had a ramrod straight back holding her body away from the curve of the bench's back.

 

The women were dressed in similar dresses with coats over that. They had both picked walking boots. The stranger's were buttoned tight, while Mary had black shoestrings. The woman wore a flat crowned hat with flowers decorating it on the top of her bunned hair. Mary's hat was similar but not quite the same. Her hair had come loose in her melancholy and she had never put it right.

 

The biggest difference in their attire was the stranger's umbrella she held point down with her hands over the parrot head that served for a handle.

 

"I'm sorry." Mary got up to leave. Her powers let her do that any time she wanted. She put her hat on her head as she pulled the glasses from her collar to help disguise her face. "I should be going."

 

"No excuses, girl." The older woman shook her head at one of the children she was watching.

 

"What excuses?" Mary glanced at the kids playing in the park. Which one was the lady responsible for?

 

"You have the air of someone who started an enterprise and failed the first time." The nanny held up her hand. Mary looked at the kids. One of them nodded before throwing the football he held. "One time doesn't mean you can't do what you choose to do."

 

"Is this what you tell your kids?" Mary gestured at the children as she sat down.

 

"I'm only here until the wind changes." The older woman gave a glance down the bench. "I can only hope that they learn to fend for themselves before I have to leave."

 

"Do they?" Mary wondered how long a period was between wind changes.

 

"Sometimes." She stood, waving her charges in. "Come along."

 

Mary thought she was talking to her kids to follow her. The nanny paused and waggled the umbrella at her.

 

Mary got up and watched as three children halted in front of their keeper for inspection. She nodded when she was satisfied.

 

"Come along." She tapped her umbrella. "We still have to visit the museum before we meet your mother."

 

"Museum?" The oldest, the boy with the football, gave a frown.

 

"The museum." She nodded. She set off. "After that, we will have some ice cream."

 

"Can I have some chocolate?" The youngest, a girl with a raggedy ann, hopped around in excitement.

 

"As long as you don't hop around like a kangaroo." The nanny pointed them to a building that Mary had never seen before in her visits to the park. "There's the museum. Spit spot, you lot."

 

The nanny walked in front of the children, tapping the walk with her umbrella. The kids walked in line behind her. They looked like a mother hen and chicks.

 

The nanny held the door for her charges and Mary to walk into the museum. The place seemed a lot bigger on the inside than on the outside. Displays stretched on forever. The children and visitor fell silent in the expanse.

 

"We only have a few minutes." The nanny pointed with her umbrella. "We will remain on the lower floor, I think. Let's see how many displays we can look at before our time is up."

 

Mary followed at the rear of the group. On her right was the Don Morgan hall. She had never known so many men named Don Morgan. She thought there were at least a hundred cases. Each one had some artifact. The cards that she saw mostly said things like ‘Don Morgan killed in action against Mechanon's Mechanical Men', ‘Don Morgan's sword recovered from the scene of the Seattle Omniwave', and ‘Dr. Destroyer's helmet recovered from his island base after it's destruction by Don Morgan'.

 

She followed the group as they examined other displays in the great hall. Some of the names she recognized. They had died in action saving the world. Their portraits seemed to carry their confidence even when they had given everything.

 

Other halls were devoted to tales of daring do and victory at the last second. The nanny checked her pocket watch with a small smile.

 

"We shall walk to the front entrance and find the ice cream vendor." She started for the door. She paused when she saw Mary wasn't following them. She walked back. "See something?"

 

"Is that me?" Mary pointed at a picture. A group of people stood were carrying people from a wave of white sky. One of the people in the corner appeared to be a woman dressed as she was dressed pulling people from some kind of wreckage.

 

"That looks like a woman who has decided to not make excuses." The nanny touched her arm. "It's time for ice cream. Come along."

 

The group of them walked out of the museum in the same line as before. Mary glanced back over her shoulder as they walked back into the park. The building seemed to have disappeared. She shuddered as she moved in the bright day.

 

They found an ice cream vender pushing his cart along the sidewalk. He had a little bell on the top of the white mobile freezer to let kids know he was coming. He paused when he saw the group coming right at him.

 

The children shouted flavors they wanted. The youngest jumped up and down with the battle cry of chocolate. The middle girl stood to one side with hands up. The oldest boy tried to push in front of his sisters to get his own flavor.

 

"Children." The nanny tapped her umbrella against the sidewalk. "We are not animals. We have a guest."

 

The kids froze in place. They gave Mary ashamed looks as they moved to one side to allow her to talk to the vendor.

 

"I think that ice cream would be good, but I have things I have to do." Mary smiled at the children. "Thank you for your time."

 

"Do you have a solution?" The nanny pulled out an old fashioned change purse from her coat pocket.

 

"Maybe." Mary smiled. "Maybe. But it won't involve excuses."

 

The nanny smiled. She nodded quietly.

 

"Take care, Mary Pfaff." The nanny waved a hand.

 

"I will." Mary waved at the children. Then she popped in front of them.

 

"Who was that, Nanny?" The youngest started hopping in place.

 

"Someone who saw the path she should take, Atlantia." The nanny gestured for her charges to quietly order their ice cream. The wind tipped a little in the other direction, but there was still time for the nanny and her charges. "Hercules, help Medea. We should meet your mother."

 

"Will we be legends too, Nanny?" Medea had a cup of ice cream and a wooden spoon. She had decided to have a mix instead of pure chocolate like her sister, or something with cookies in it like her brother.

 

"I don't see why not."

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One Thousand or One

 

 

Chief Loren Fiero wiped his face. A trail of soot joined the rest on his cheek. They had been trying to cool things down with fire hoses but it looked like they were going to lose the city.

 

He ordered his men back. The heat was almost too much for the protective suits they were. A cloud of black smoke puffed into the air.

 

Who would have thought a volcano would start emerging on Staten Island?

 

"Is there any way I can help?" The man in black appeared out of place among the normal citizens that were clearing out. A black half mask under a feathered hat covered his face.

 

"Who are you supposed to be, Zorro?" Fiero scowled at the costume nut. Where do these people come from?

 

"No." The masked man smiled and doffed his hat in a short bow from the waist. "I'm the Swordsman. My colleagues were detained elsewhere. They felt I could help you."

 

"I don't see a sword." Fiero's scowl grew deeper.

 

"Look again, my friend." A thousand swords floated in the air around the musketeer forming a sphere of points. "I have all the weapons I need."

 

"Jeez." The chief stepped back from the display. It looked like a giant flying sea urchin for a second. "We're waiting for backhoes to show so we can dig a channel out in the river. We want to relieve pressure and direct the flow away from the public. All the earth moving heroes are busy according to the radio."

 

"So you need a hole punched into the hill and a channel cut down to the river." The Swordsman eyed the scene. "I think you're in luck."

 

"Really?" Fiero crossed his arms. He didn't feel like he was in luck. "So all those swords are good digging tools?"

 

"Not really." The musketeer smiled. "You might want to clear out. This could be messy."

 

The chief started waving his arms and calling on the radio. He told them to pull the hoses out of the way and make sure the fire trucks were pulled back from whatever the hero planned to do. He stood on the sidelines in case of trouble.

 

The Swordsman smiled as he raised his hands over his head. It looked like he was holding an invisible sword in his two hands. He brought down the empty air.

 

A channel sliced through the side of the rising volcano. It rushed down the street to where he stood. He turned and repeated the stroke so the channel ran down the block. Lava began filling the exit route.

 

"If I could have a lift, Chief." The Swordsman smiled through gritted teeth. "We'll need to stay ahead of the flow if we want to direct it."

 

"Get in the car." Fiero pointed to his fire department cruiser. "How many more times can you do that?"

 

"As many as I need to until we're done." The musketeer slipped in the back seat of the car. "Just make sure your men stay clear of the heat."

 

"They know what they're doing." The chief drove down to the end of the channel. It looked like the mark he had seen a hatchet make one day when a woman managed to clip her husband in the leg. "It's a dozen yards. You'll have to cross a few miles to get to the water."

 

"We're not trying to get to the water." The Swordsman got out of the car. He lined up his next stroke. "We just have to stay ahead of the lava until help arrives."

 

"When will that be?" Fiero looked out his window at the glowing mass running down the street.

 

"Your guess is as good as mine." He smiled. He brought up his sword again. He sliced another channel in the street. "Let's go."

 

They repeated the process as Fiero's radio cleared of chatter. He looked down at it in suspicion. The battery was still good. He looked out over the water. He couldn't see the city from where he was. Had Manhattan gone down to the bottom?

 

"We're almost done." The Swordsman reported from the back seat. "One of the other heroes is on the way."

 

"How do you know that?" The chief kept his eyes on the road. He didn't want to hit a parked car that hadn't been moved.

 

"One of my friends called." The musketeer closed his eyes. "They ran into someone from another group. He's on his way."

 

"Who?" Fiero knew there were several groups based in the city. He had run into most of them on the job.

 

"Someone named Captain Ultra." The Swordsman made a gesture with his hand. "I don't know him personally."

 

"I do." The chief shook his head. "He's a jerk and a glory hound. He gives masked men bad names."

 

"He's the closest." The masked man got out of the car. "Omni Woman, Battlestar Galactica, and The Lord of the River Dance are also coming. It looks my job is done here."

 

"Wait." Fiero got out of the car and put his hands on the hood. "Captain Ultra is a screw up. You might have to bail him out."

 

The man in question appeared in the sky. He descended on the street to get a closer view of the situation. He pointed a hand and sliced a line in the earth to the river. He smiled when he was done.

 

He wrote CAPTAIN ULTRA SAVED THE DAY in giant letters before he flew off to help with some other emergency stemming from the crisis.

 

He waved to the watchers with a big grin on his face as he thundered by.

 

"Glory hound." Chief Fiero looked at the channel dug in the ground. Lava flowed down it like red water.

 

"The day is saved, Chief." The Swordsman smiled. "It doesn't matter who saved it."

 

"Thanks for the help." The fireman looked up at the sky. Clouds had gathered over the island. It was the first time he had noticed the shift. The rain followed in a few seconds.

 

The water threw steam from the molten rock in the air. When it had vanished, the chief stood alone by his car.

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I look at these four walls and sigh. I am alone languishing in solitary confinement. It is not the laws that I broke, or the sins I committed, that cause me anguish and make me lament. My thoughts return to my own personal Judas.

Oh Peter, Peter !

How could you betray your own father so ?

How could you turn States evidence against me and members of your own family ?

How could you send so many capable and resourceful people to whom you are bound by blood into long term incarceration ?

How could you take your family into witness protection and deny me all contact to my own blood ? How could you give up your birthright to become my successor and rule via a secret criminal empire that makes the Mafia look like a Sunday School outing ?

Your mother would be ashamed of you despite what you said in court. She thankfully never lived to see what you have become. My dear wife. I have your memory to console me as the years will roll by and become decades. But my thoughts return to my first born. The man who should have followed the family line. Who stood to inherit the business. Who had the intelligence to take it in new and interesting ways. You could not look me in the eye in court. The prosecution's star witness. To betray me was one thing, but your aunts, uncles, cousins and even your brother ?

How could you ?

Your brother is facing life without parole just like his old man. If they ever get him. I am surprised that he has not been caught yet. He's a thug. Not your equal in brains. But he got away. Maybe his cousin helped him. I would not have put money on it as the family must hate me and my seed for our predicament.

 

What am I now then ? A broken old man. The money confiscated. My family gone to the four winds. Denied access to almost all forms of communication even the other prisoners.

I, the Patrician, to have come to this. My jailors are not my intellectual betters or equals and yet these are the people who I can talk to. But they know precious little of philosophy and only very little of politics. They could not see that Bush was heading for defeat. I could. It was the collapse in Japan that did for him. A President must be strong and resolute. And we have not had one worth the name since 1945.

The door opens. It does not strike me as unusual as solitary does not have usual hours. I'm not really paying attention until the bars are ripped off all at once and my ears register the noise of fighting and alarms.

Putting the fixtures aside a large, armour clad figure beaming happily greets me with 'Hi Dad ! How are you ?'

I stare back openmouthed and dumbfounded. This is a SuperMax prison and here is my son. My younger son in his battle armour. Red and pristine. Visgoth.

'I'm fine', I manage to say. This will not work. The police and superteams will never let me remain at liberty. What on earth is he thinking ? Family loyalty is one thing but surely he can't have come up with a plan to get me out of here ?

I'd better get my brain in gear so that we can get out of here. Some time outside. Maybe. Life is full of maybes. This is an opportunity, I must grasp it. Although he does not seem to be in a hurry. I am about to stand when junior says 'It's ok dad, you can stay seated. It's probably better.'

What ? This is not an escape ? Then what is this ? An assassination ? He can't be trying to do a visiting hour as I am not allowed visitors. I should have realised. He really hasn't got the brains unlike his brother, or either parent. Look at him beaming like an idiot ! What has he got to smile about ?

'The Sibyl said that no escape attempt would ever succeed but I thought that you should have a little something' he says and beckons to someone outside as he goes to pick something else up. Part of the noise has died down and it seems like a Mexican standoff. My son and whatever friends he has managed to bring along for this fiasco against the wardens. It won't last long. They'll bring in help to nab him. He's on a list of must capture crooks.

I digest what he has said. The Sibyl. The ancient witch although she does not look that old. Even though I am related to her as a direct descendent I kept out of her way. My brother and his kids did not. She maybe the same Sibyl from Ancient Rome. I don't know, I never asked and never pried. I never used magic. Too unpredictable. That and I had no talent for it. Unlike my nephew. So here I am. For good. Life behind bars.

 

Well gee thanks son ! Way to kick the old man in the teeth ! Idiot ! Did your mother or I drop you on the head when you were a baby ? And what is this ? You brought Miss Kitty, your wife ? The FBI will be crowing about this, two for the price of one ! And she is smiling as well ! What for ? What is that in her arms ? What is she carrying ?

Time stops for me. I take it in slowly. A woman only carries one thing like that. I see for the first time something small and pink. I don't believe it.

My heart begins to thump in my chest. She comes closer. I look down at a small face.

'May I ?' I hear myself saying reaching out to take and hold the baby. I don't for a moment consider the whole ridiculousness of the situation. A maximum security prisoner in solitary confinement being visited by my son and his wife, both career criminals, in the middle of what appears to be a fire fight outside. 'You may.' she says and gently transfers the child into my arms. She sits beside me and the babe looks up at me and at her.

'Say hello to your grandson, dad' says my son he brings in a large bottle and two flute glasses. A boy. Hopefully he'll have mum's brains.

'Aren't you missing a glass, son ?' I ask as my son pops the cork on the champagne bottle. There's a surprise. Previously he would just smash the neck of the bottle.

'No'. He pours me some wine and some for his wife. 'Cheers !' he says and drinks straight from the bottle.

Oh you peasant ! You idiot ! Risking your wife and yourself just for this ! Just to show me your son, my grandchild.

I, I, I don't think I have ever loved you more in my life as I cradle this little bundle of joy in my arms. So beautiful, innocent and trusting as only children can be. I must be practical, however.

'You got time to get out ?' I ask even though I don't want to let go of the boy. 'Yeah, it's all on schedule and we have time' she answers.

'Thanks' is all I can say. (And that is how White Sheep met his grandfather. There is more to come)

 

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Two years have gone by. I have been moved to another prison. I'm still in solitary confinement, obviously. The FBI were furious about what happened but what could they do ? Sue me for repairs ?

I am now on the ground floor of this prison. Apparantly I am going to be moved to another prison which is being specially designed for supervillains.

Seems like Stronghold is working but there are many more of us than there are places in it. My son is still on the loose. The only son I have left I should say. Apart from trying to get me free the authorities want him for other offences and so it is more of a surprise that he is still free. But anything that keeps him free is fine.

And the police also want to know how what happened recently was transmitted to inside my cell.

Magic ? Who can say ? However in the circumstances I feel what he did was justified. I would have done things differently but still.

Mind you Kid Claw had it coming. I mean, he tried to disembowel Miss Kitty. He had to know that she had no armour, no force fields and yet he still tried to tear her apart with those claws of his. I understand he has done this to others including Ren the Space Weasel, and you have to be fast to hit him at all. Drawing blood was the worst thing he could have done. She told him he would pay for it but he could not know what was in store for him. If he did he would have fled the planet. But no Kid Claw was not smart. My son and other like minded individuals lured the so called 'heroes' into an ambush, and while the rest were engaged Visgoth called out Kid Claw. The idiot went right for him. Never crossed his mind that the claws would not penetrate the armour. And then the fun began. It was a beating well overdue. And he left the little swine maimed for life. Broke his wrists, broke his ankles, hamstrung him, smashed his ribcage and knocked his teeth out. I have heard that he is on a ventilator in a hospital now. First time I have heard my son use the voice of authority. Granted I had used it on him when I was free and many times on enemies. He told the 'heroes' that it was their fault and that if they would not do something about 'heroes' who behaved that way, then the opposition would. He also told them that if they sought revenge he would hunt them down and kill all of them. Now that was telling them !

I did not think it could get any better but then America's favourite psychopath, the American Protector had to take a hand. The fool declared that it was a travesty, that what had happened to Kid Claw would not be allowed to stand and that he would avenge him. He really should have known better. His comeuppance had to wait for a Democratic president to take power but I think it makes it all the sweeter. The Protector followed clues which lead him to my son. He did not seem to realise that he was being fed these clues and he went off on his own to take on and take down Visgoth. He walked right into a trap. Not the death trap with limited time to get out but a good old fashioned ambush.

If anything the American Protector is far worse than Kid Claw because he 'works' for the government, and has left a trail of casualties from coast to coast and border to border. But all his victims have friends and they got him. Used him like a punching ball and a punchbag. They did not kill him. They did far worse. They humiliated him.

Oh well. I am relaxing when I feel something akin to an earthquake and then a hole appears in the floor. And out comes my son.

Now what ?

'Excuse me a minute', he says and he and a colleague break open the door from the inside and barricade the corridor.

He said previously that The Sybll had said that I would never escape prison. So what is this ?

I sit back on the bed as he continues with whatever he is doing and the alarms scream and then cut off. He smiles at me and then gets something from the hole. My grandson. And then his wife.

I look on in astonishment. Again ? He's doing this again ?

Miss Kitty comes out of the hole holding another bundle. Another baby. She smiles at me.

'This time a girl'.

They are insane, the pair of them running such a risk. But I need this. My life might be over but I will have a legacy.

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Outside New York in the countryside there is a monument. It is to a battle fought on American soil that took place over a hundred years after the Civil War. But you won't find it in the history text books or in the guide books. And the Federal and Local Government did not set it up. No. It was set up by a supervillain. The son of one of the participants. Privately funded it lists all the units who fought here and all those who died or as a result lost their lives. It marked the end of an era.

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