Post by Sensational on Feb 21, 2023 10:29:35 GMT
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And here he was on the hunt for one such weapon. One last job before he could hang up the old suit and cape game. One last score to settle it all.
Thwip! Thwip!
A pair of web-lines snagged onto a nearby building before the momentum of the pendulum swung him upwards rapidly. The airfoil wings deployed from under his arms as he soared upwards before descending softly onto the side of one of the nearby buildings. The nocturnal nightcrawler's gaze fell upon one of his potential prey. An unsuspecting guard stationed outside the premises. A quick tensed contraction of the arm and release fired a singular small dart from his wrist. The silk dark embedded itself into man before the wall-crawler leapt onto the ground. An entire change in his appearance followed as his entire person vanished from the naked eye. No one thought to look this way.
Thank you pheromones and camouflage. Let's get this over with. Hope he's got the right size for me.
Landing behind the guard swaying back and forth, Desmond stuck a hand out and stopped the unsuspecting and quite asleep guard from falling over and alerting his buddies before pulling him away from prying eyes to the nearest rooftop. A few minutes of practiced and quick changing and the entire body armor of the previous guard found itself fitting a little too loose or too tight in a few places. A quick tensed flick of the wrist and the unconscious guard found himself all warm and cuddled up in a nice web-blanket.
Should keep him warm tonight and prevent him from alerting his buds. Also, these corpo's do tailoring now? Forget it.
Leaping down into the street below, the deceptive faker amongst the midst of this security simply began to walk into the building like he owned the place. Who was going to stop him? As long as he kept walking and acted like he knew what he was doing, everything should be fine.
"Hey man, where you going?"
Desmond opened the door and simply walked inside without paying any mind.
Just go. Just go. Just go-go-go.
If that happened to be the worst of it, then this would be easy as p-.
"PIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
An entire wall collapsed around and under his frame as a sense of both weightless coalesced and spread across his body before the weight of the barriers and debris struck his entire side of his frame. His entire torso and limbs twisted and flipped mid-air, spinning from the impact, before landing in a pile of rubble of only half his own making. His entire body skid a few times. His eyes fell to a close, almost wanting to lay there and be simple done before forcing his arms push against the floor and sliding pieces of sidewall. His hands unsheathed claws out and tore into what was left of his guard's uniform off of his costume before removing the helmet and sliding his mask across his face to cover it.
Not at all how I planned this.
</Law enforcement ETA: 10 minutes. Superhuman Detention Unit ETA: 6 minutes. Metahuman Interference ETA: 1-2 minutes. Your best course of action is, as they say, get the hell out of there.>
"Not until I get what I'm after. Even if I gotta' tear through these sons of-."
Danger. As his spine and neck lit up with the entirety of chills and goosebumps and the anxious, almost nauseous feeling of something terrible about to happen, his entire torso shifted to the side instead of facing forward as his feet slid across the ground quickly and deftly. A large table flew past his frame and embedded into the wall behind him. Desmond frowned as his shoulders dropped. The overdramatic violence and destruction of property was entirely unnecessary. Before he turned around to find not just one. Not just two. Not even just three, four, or five. Twelve different security automatons designed to keep people like him out of the way. And a double dozen or more soldiers.
Perfect.
Outside the building CCTV footage, on-looking bystanders, and whatever ungodly timing the news crews had to be able to pull off recording the footage of this event, a battle that once began with the building began to make itself outside and known to the general public. A dark figure clad in red and black began to do battle with guards and automatons made of metal alloy. The battle resulted in a few vacated floors being destroyed.
Before an explosion and the subsequent force of it rocketed outside the building. A small explosion that threatened, at most, everyone with shards of glass if they were too close or did not choose to shield themselves. The same figure found itself dogpiled by several of the automatons before the entire heap crashed into the outside open space near the building, lined with grass, bushes, and sidewalk that found itself ruined and upended by one night's fiasco. A singular web-line fired from the pile before the figure tugged themselves away free, sliding across the ground.
Before forcing himself up quickly through the bruises and unsheathing his claws, hand and foot, as the bladed fins on his arms unsheathed as well. A growl followed as his entire body began to shift from being almost imperceptible to the naked eye before electrostatic shock began to crawl and fizzle around his person before the tension relaxed in his body and the claws and fins sheathed away. His legs and arms formed a stance, holding his arms up high to protect his body and face as his legs spread themselves front to back.
</Shuffle play: Asskicking Track #1.>
Before dashing forward at the recovering robots, hopscotching over one such enemy with one arm and flipping sideways as his body held itself perfectly horizontal before he tucked those legs in and landed. A backhand followed as it crashed into one bot's sensory faceplate, disrupting it's method of sight before ducking down low to avoid another blow before swiping a leg out at a different automaton's back knee. The servos sputtered under the blow but his foot's claws found purchase on the metal back and side of the knee before pulling his leg close to him. The quick tear of metal could be heard as wires and metal gears found themselves rendered useless.
A stray bullet (projectile? perhaps a tranq dart or rubber bullet) found itself grazing the side of his ribs. Desmond simply seethed as he breathed in and out through his teeth. He returned the favor by backflipping before delivering a swift kick with both feet towards the automaton, sending the brute machine backwards into foe and scenery alike.
At least there were fewer guards out here and none of them could get a clear shot if he kept himself surrounded by the bots. Backup would have to take the stairs and be a while before they showed up. He needed to end this quick or find a way to shake these metal annoyances off of him.
"This has to be the worst night of my life. How in the actual hell does anyone do this for a living?"
Not his night. Not at all.
Sensational
Objective: Theft of corporate assets.
Location: Millennium City.
Mood: Sour.
Attire: In-costume.
Current Status: Undetected. Uninjured.
Location: Millennium City.
Mood: Sour.
Attire: In-costume.
Current Status: Undetected. Uninjured.
Persona
In and out. A simple snatch and grab. As long as he was quick and remained undetected, no one would be the wiser as he perused the premises. At least, it would be that simple if he were breaking into anywhere other that a Millennium Center-sized super-corporation named Vandevox Technologies. Half of their budget stemmed from defense contracts both private and government. Clients tended to be of the higher echelons of society or even from the lowest. As long as either had enough cash to spend, these corporate back-deals helped feed into the supervillains and occasional superhero's war on each other. All the action, conflict, and collateral damage proves to be quite beneficial for revenue.And here he was on the hunt for one such weapon. One last job before he could hang up the old suit and cape game. One last score to settle it all.
Thwip! Thwip!
A pair of web-lines snagged onto a nearby building before the momentum of the pendulum swung him upwards rapidly. The airfoil wings deployed from under his arms as he soared upwards before descending softly onto the side of one of the nearby buildings. The nocturnal nightcrawler's gaze fell upon one of his potential prey. An unsuspecting guard stationed outside the premises. A quick tensed contraction of the arm and release fired a singular small dart from his wrist. The silk dark embedded itself into man before the wall-crawler leapt onto the ground. An entire change in his appearance followed as his entire person vanished from the naked eye. No one thought to look this way.
Thank you pheromones and camouflage. Let's get this over with. Hope he's got the right size for me.
Landing behind the guard swaying back and forth, Desmond stuck a hand out and stopped the unsuspecting and quite asleep guard from falling over and alerting his buddies before pulling him away from prying eyes to the nearest rooftop. A few minutes of practiced and quick changing and the entire body armor of the previous guard found itself fitting a little too loose or too tight in a few places. A quick tensed flick of the wrist and the unconscious guard found himself all warm and cuddled up in a nice web-blanket.
Should keep him warm tonight and prevent him from alerting his buds. Also, these corpo's do tailoring now? Forget it.
Leaping down into the street below, the deceptive faker amongst the midst of this security simply began to walk into the building like he owned the place. Who was going to stop him? As long as he kept walking and acted like he knew what he was doing, everything should be fine.
"Hey man, where you going?"
Desmond opened the door and simply walked inside without paying any mind.
Just go. Just go. Just go-go-go.
If that happened to be the worst of it, then this would be easy as p-.
"PIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
An entire wall collapsed around and under his frame as a sense of both weightless coalesced and spread across his body before the weight of the barriers and debris struck his entire side of his frame. His entire torso and limbs twisted and flipped mid-air, spinning from the impact, before landing in a pile of rubble of only half his own making. His entire body skid a few times. His eyes fell to a close, almost wanting to lay there and be simple done before forcing his arms push against the floor and sliding pieces of sidewall. His hands unsheathed claws out and tore into what was left of his guard's uniform off of his costume before removing the helmet and sliding his mask across his face to cover it.
Not at all how I planned this.
</Law enforcement ETA: 10 minutes. Superhuman Detention Unit ETA: 6 minutes. Metahuman Interference ETA: 1-2 minutes. Your best course of action is, as they say, get the hell out of there.>
"Not until I get what I'm after. Even if I gotta' tear through these sons of-."
Danger. As his spine and neck lit up with the entirety of chills and goosebumps and the anxious, almost nauseous feeling of something terrible about to happen, his entire torso shifted to the side instead of facing forward as his feet slid across the ground quickly and deftly. A large table flew past his frame and embedded into the wall behind him. Desmond frowned as his shoulders dropped. The overdramatic violence and destruction of property was entirely unnecessary. Before he turned around to find not just one. Not just two. Not even just three, four, or five. Twelve different security automatons designed to keep people like him out of the way. And a double dozen or more soldiers.
Perfect.
Outside the building CCTV footage, on-looking bystanders, and whatever ungodly timing the news crews had to be able to pull off recording the footage of this event, a battle that once began with the building began to make itself outside and known to the general public. A dark figure clad in red and black began to do battle with guards and automatons made of metal alloy. The battle resulted in a few vacated floors being destroyed.
Before an explosion and the subsequent force of it rocketed outside the building. A small explosion that threatened, at most, everyone with shards of glass if they were too close or did not choose to shield themselves. The same figure found itself dogpiled by several of the automatons before the entire heap crashed into the outside open space near the building, lined with grass, bushes, and sidewalk that found itself ruined and upended by one night's fiasco. A singular web-line fired from the pile before the figure tugged themselves away free, sliding across the ground.
Before forcing himself up quickly through the bruises and unsheathing his claws, hand and foot, as the bladed fins on his arms unsheathed as well. A growl followed as his entire body began to shift from being almost imperceptible to the naked eye before electrostatic shock began to crawl and fizzle around his person before the tension relaxed in his body and the claws and fins sheathed away. His legs and arms formed a stance, holding his arms up high to protect his body and face as his legs spread themselves front to back.
</Shuffle play: Asskicking Track #1.>
Before dashing forward at the recovering robots, hopscotching over one such enemy with one arm and flipping sideways as his body held itself perfectly horizontal before he tucked those legs in and landed. A backhand followed as it crashed into one bot's sensory faceplate, disrupting it's method of sight before ducking down low to avoid another blow before swiping a leg out at a different automaton's back knee. The servos sputtered under the blow but his foot's claws found purchase on the metal back and side of the knee before pulling his leg close to him. The quick tear of metal could be heard as wires and metal gears found themselves rendered useless.
A stray bullet (projectile? perhaps a tranq dart or rubber bullet) found itself grazing the side of his ribs. Desmond simply seethed as he breathed in and out through his teeth. He returned the favor by backflipping before delivering a swift kick with both feet towards the automaton, sending the brute machine backwards into foe and scenery alike.
At least there were fewer guards out here and none of them could get a clear shot if he kept himself surrounded by the bots. Backup would have to take the stairs and be a while before they showed up. He needed to end this quick or find a way to shake these metal annoyances off of him.
"This has to be the worst night of my life. How in the actual hell does anyone do this for a living?"
Not his night. Not at all.
