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|Gotham Rp|
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-Dur-El turned towards her putting her thought process together and he grabs his chest armor and removes it by unclipping the armor underneath he had a perfect muscle mass underneath that would make any man cry. He got into a stance knowing this would hurt like a bitch but he wasent going to turn down the chance to adapt to this. Dur-El knew he had alot to work on if he planned to reach the heights of his fellow kin not wanting to be his father but to use the strength of his father to bring hope to those who have long lost there own.
He waited for her to find a gun and he had every plan to allow this woman to do anything that would make him stronger. He would take each impact but made sure his hand covered his heart and the spiked stone that covered his hand would protect that part of himself.-
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Reaching over she pulled out what looked like a hand cannon in her hands a black desert eagle she then lifted the gun and fired a well paced shot that tore into the mans throat she didn’t stop though as the gun was brought back she shot him dead in his shoulder then the other and grinned at him. “When you say stop or the clip runs out I will stop. ” she then lowered the Gun and did a quick fire of two bulled each one grazing his hand right around his heart. she then continued to fire lower tell he ether said stop or the bullets bounced off.
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-Banna was driven at full speed to the hospital, going right into the er to pull out the bullets and sew shut the wounds. The child had to wait outside but he snuck his way into the surgery to hold her hand. This made her smile as she had rejected to take pain medications. She cooperated fully and made sure the little boy always had a hold of her hand. When she got taken to her recovery room, the boy sat up on her bed and held onto her arm. She cringed a little bit as he put pressure on the wounds but she would be alright. She stayed in a calm state and let the IV do its job.
The peace was short broken when the opponent that she was supposed to face came in and stood menacingly at the foot of the bed. The child gripped onto her torso and shivered and she brought her hand up to hold the boy’s back. Her opponent looked at her and said, “So.. This is why you missed our match?”
“Yes,” She spoke to him, “This little boy was a higher cause than the match.”
The opponent looked at her and smiled, “To think I was angry. How may I help?”
“Keep the press out,” She said and released the boy to relax a bit.
The opponent nodded and she let all her muscles relax. The boy smiled and said, “He is nice.”
She nodded and let out a content sigh. She’d have to have her match rescheduled but she felt good about protecting this boy and brightening the other boy’s day. She thought on something then asked, “What is your name?”
The boy smiled and said, “Nicholas.”
“I hope you will be alright,” She offered him a friendly smile and received a hug. This was going to be a great rest.-
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-Dur-El got hit in the throat and he grabbed his throat and gasped for air and then his arms fell as she struck his shoulders leaving him defenseless to cover his heart as the two shells went off around it which scared the shit out of him because he didn’t know if he had the power to heal his heart because it wasn’t said if Doomsday could heal it either. He then felt the a blasts to his gut but it barely made it an inch deep before it got sent flying back at her just missing her face by hitting the plate that was forming. He now had a silver plate over his throat where he adapted to protect it but it also still allowed him to look down. He then felt a plating encase his heart but not cutting of the veins that spread out from such but those would heal easily. He then slowly gained the ability to once again use his arms as these huge spikes grew out of his shoulders. He then felt his stomach harden so hard that a diamond couldn’t be cut on it without leaving a scratch. He then stood back up on his feet and with a spit of blood took in a deep breath”i hope that your next plan dosent leave me spiting blood”.-
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She smiled and set the gun down and watched him. “Well I hope not but it does mean we need to travel out of the city. I want to help you grow strong so that you can protect the world just like your predecessor.” she said and then went to slide off the table to try stand and as soon as her feet hit the ground she crumpled and groaned grabbing her back and squeezed her eyes shut fighting back the tears. “I will need to get to lex corp for the next leg of your training.”
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-Banna remained still in her bed, breathing calmly as Nicholas explored the room. She smiled and hit the nurse call button to bring one in. The nurse came in calmly, since her vitals seemed to be stable. She looked at Banna and said, “Yes?”
“The other two that came to the hospital in critical condition… How are they?” Banna asked as calmly and quietly as possible.
“Well,” the nurse was hesitant and looked down, “The male’s spinal cord was snapped and he died on the ride over to the hospital. The woman had fragments of her skull impaled into her brain. I am sorry to say they are both deceased.”
Banna just stared at her deeply and took a large inhale before speaking, “Well, I will need to see their wills and list of known relatives and, if possible, guardianship papers or adoption papers to sign. I want the boy under my full protection.”
The nurse blushed and said, “For a wrestling girl, you sure do have your priorities straight.”
Banna smiled and said, “I try.”
She watched as nurse left the room and snapped her head to the window as a crash was heard. Nicholas had knocked over a vase full of water and flowers. He shied up when he knew he did wrong and stayed where he was. Banna held her hand out gently and he looked at her, surprised at no one beating him. He then went over and climbed back onto her bed and let her hold onto him gently.-
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-Dur-El walked up to the woman and his eyes had a red shine to them much like his fathers one were but a smile showed on his face right before his spit out the bullet that embedded itself in the table next to her”trust me if i feel any of your motives have intent to kill that surgery better have been a success because that armor looks pretty strong so it better protect you, I want to help the world but you pissing me off”.
He took in a deep breath and the red vanished from his eyes returning them to the bright blue that was most known by his mother. Dur-El walked over to the muse where be picked her up before walking over to the water and he jumped in not wanting to take that slow ass elevator again. He started kicking his feet as fast as possible and now he was running on top of the water because at his speed the water seemed to stand still. He carried her like before protecting her from the gale-force wind but not as well he was letting her face peak out so unless she kept her head down she would have an interesting hairdo when this was over.
He landed in Metropolis and instantly a drone headed right for him but he took in a deep breath and turned it into ice. Dur-El watched it slam into the ground and explode before looking down at the Muse”hold on were going to go faster then before”. Dur-El keeled digging in his massive feet building up an eruption of energy that blew the building behind them to dust before the Muse would be able to blink they would be standing outside of the LuthorCorp but to anyone else it looked like a rusty toll booth but as he stepped into and punched the dial it opened up and they began to descend in the elevator.
Dur-El waited for this slow ass elevator because he wasn’t sure what could be hiding in this place since there were so many droids outside it could only be sane to think they were in here also. He made his way inside and as soon as his feet touched the ground something grabbed him and with a back hand took the head off of a robot that must have been used for security. Dur-El looked at his hand turning it upside down and then looks it over”guess being bulletproof comes in handy at times but what you have planned here makes me unsure that will be enough”.-
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Cody’s eyes furtively glanced side to side and tried not to let his eagerness show as he stood a few feet off from a businessman currently attempting to get cash from an ATM machine at the corner of a street. His home-made disguise chafed slightly underneath his regular street clothes, and it was an effort to keep his tentacles still underneath his clothes, but it would be all worth it in the end. Maybe he could even think about investing in a new suit, if everything went well. Quickly checking his phone, the young man scrolled through his messages and gave a derisive snort at his mother’s inane texts. He had more important things to do than worry about than his online courses. Namely, crime. The man in front of him had finally finished and while Cody could easily snatch the fat wallet out of his hands, there was something a bit more sophisticated he wanted to try.
Approaching the ATM machine, he began pressing random buttons all the while flowing a mild electrical current through the machine. A low chuckle sounded under his breath as he imagined the device spitting out rolls of $100 bills with a smooth whir. Instead the machine let out a high-pitched whine before becoming overloaded and breaking down. “Crap.” I guess I can’t control machines, then… Immediately, an alarm sounded. It was inaudible to the normal human ear, but Cody could immediately sense it. Realizing that he didn’t have much time before the police came, he quickly ducked behind an alleyway and changed into his costume. He then used a mixture of sharp kicks and rending tentacles to rip the ATM machine open like a piñata. A flood of bills came gushing out like blood in response, and the villain gleefully tied knots in his civilian clothes’ arms and legs before packing in as much money as he could into the bag.
By this time a police officer, hearing the alarm rushed over to the scene of the crime only to witness Cody ransacking the ATM machine. Pulling out his baton and a police radio he messaged the nearest station: “I’ve got a metahuman perp down by the ATM near Monarch Theater.” Before the police officer could get any more words out, a cold metallic tentacle promptly grasped him by the throat cutting off his words. The police radio clattered onto the street. Cody grinned maniacally, staring at the helpless human choking in his grasp. He decided to apply some pressure, squeezing tightly until the police office passed out due to lack of oxygen. Picking up the police radio, he told the panicking voice, “I’m not just some ‘metahuman perp’. The name is Kraken.” With a snappy click, he turned off the police radio and then dashed down into the alleyways.
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-Banna waited a for a while, Nicholas keeping close to her even when he shouldn’t have been. She was alright with this in the fact that at least she could protect him and wanted to continue to protect only him. She held onto him when he came to her and hoped the nurses would get back to her soon. A different Nurse came in, bringing her a nice big jug of water. The nurse asked, “Would you like anything to eat?”
“Some eggs, please. Bring some for the boy, too and place it on my bill,” Banna spoke confidently despite the needing to recuperate. The nurse nodded and took off, Nicholas being excited about it.
She hugged him gently and he smiled at her, waiting it out for now.-
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It was easy for “the Kraken” to evade police pursuit when some of the police officers were still working to impose order on the chaos of Arkham Asylum and when they kept radioing in each of their positions and movements. The villain cackled to himself as he tuned into the frequency of electromagnetic waves on which the Gotham’s police radio system worked, only to hear the police officers decide to surround and storm a building where they believed he was hiding. In fact, Cody was several blocks away, near the city hospital, having already successfully stashed his civilian clothes in money in a dumpster for later pick-up.
Having gotten away, he decided to milk this little villainous excursion for all its worth and take the opportunity to top off on some electricity. Sadly, his electric bills went through the roof on the best of days even without using his connection to store additional charge. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to tune out the city noises of traffic, pigeons and human crowds to focus on the various electric fields around him. Of course nearly every pedestrian had their own small electric field combined with a larger one emitting from their cell-phone. Then there were radio waves, vehicles, the tiny fields of small animals, so much sensory information to sort through. Finally though, he found the jackpot. Directly beneath him a faint field from beneath the ground pulsed through: Gotham’s power grid.
A toothy grin spread across his face as he discretely entered the nearby metro station and followed the source of power, ignoring any “Authorized Personnel Only” or “Danger: High Voltage” signs. The tunnels were dank, dreary and poorly lit but he kept following the subterranean power line. This must be what a mosquito feels like, he thought as he carefully monitored the amount of electricity pulsing through the cables, searching for the cable with the most amount of current, the juiciest vein. The villain clattered to a stop as he found just the right place to strike, and gleefully tore the wires from their fixed location, with all of his appendages busily at work stripping the protective coating bare and lapping up errant blue sparks.
Immediately, he could feel the flow of Gotham’s electricity, the city’s vile heart-beat rushing into his body even as up above the ground, Gotham fell into a power-outage. Darkness overcame the streets, the police station, the airport, the asylum, the hospital, the subway, any building without a working generator. Not that the city’s concerns mattered to the Kraken. Only the euphoric rush of a ridiculous amount of untapped power, belonging solely to him registered in the back of his mind. So what if people were on life-support systems, or got stuck in a metro train, or if trains started going out of control? Let someone else deal with it, all he wanted was his daily fix of pure, electrically charged goodness and if people got hurt in the process, all the better.
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-Banna noticed as the lights suddenly went out, hugging Nicholas close. She sat herself up straight as she heard nurses running to get backup generators in all the rooms running. Banna stood up and Nicholas had begging eyes for her to stay down. She looked at him and said, “Hide under the bed. I will be back.”
Nicholas listened to her and she walked out into the hallway. She went where nurses went to try to help. She found her wrestling opponent still there and he was trying to help kick start the back up generator. Banna helped him though a few of her stitches busted. They finally got it started and she relaxed, the nurses came and stitched her back up as she smiled. Her opponent decided to stay with her and guard the generator, so she didn’t have to do all of the fighting and get hurt if someone broke in. Even still, it was best for her not to go back to her room.-
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After a few moments of glorious power, the current running through the underground power cables began to ebb and eventually shut down completely. The villain angrily threw down the cables in disgust, wondering why his power source suddenly dried up. It didn’t take too long for him to feel the source of the disturbance echoing back to him like a bat’s sonar: humans loaded with electrical supplies. A few moments later, the harsh glow of two heavy duty flashlights illuminated his non-human appearance.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing down here? It’s dangerous, standing so close to a failed power line!”
The Kraken clicked his teeth in irritation at this so-called “concern” for his well-being, and immediately grappled the unsuspecting repairmen, using mechanical appendages to hoist them bodily into the air, giving them a brief but painful electric shock to let them know he meant business. “Where did all of the power go!?”
“They, the plant had to shut it off so we could repair the power line,” he responded still gasping a bit from the painful attack. That answer had evidently enraged the villain even further because the mechanical tentacles squeezed tighter.
“Then where can I go to get some more? Where is the nearest power source? Answer me!” This time, the other repair-man wasted no time in his response, “You’d have to find a backup generator. The asylum and police station have one.”
Cody laughed, “If you think I’m going to go turn myself into the asylum… but that backup generator sounds like a good idea. And what villain misses a chance to mess with the police ?” Releasing the two repairmen, he started to head down the underground pathways towards the exit of the metro. Calling back to the two civilians, he cackled, “Well, better get to work boys. The sooner you fix that thing, the sooner the electric buffet opens again, right? Heheh.”
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He had traveled what seemed like forever across Gotham. Men had hit on him tell he turned around and they realized he was a man. From behind he looked to much like his mother. He found a run down building with a wearhouse space attached to it and opened the file and double checked the address. They sent him there to clean it out and recover her research and files if any where still intact. He feared that they where looking for a way to controle or destroy him. Sighing he should trust them they hadn’t killed him and had let him live this long. Walking up to the door he touched it and gripped the handel and pulled his hand back getting an odd feeling about him and took a deep breath wondering about what he would find in there. Then he saw it an orange light flash in the building and he realized his hesitation was wrong. Tearing the door open and rushing in moving through the plants that he found that he oddly felt connected to that seemed to be welcoming him home as if he belonged here.
Skidding to a stop he looked at the sight before him and tilted his head. Things where not adding up there was a beastile creature or so he thought infront of him wearing an odd looking orange suit that had whisps of what looked like flame coming off of them. slipping into the foliage and it covered him and he watched the man as he typed at the computer saying that the information was his. Growing angry at this his own thoughts turned to greed as he stood there breathing. That data in fact this whole place was his by birth right. Gripping his fist a plant came up from behind the creature and bore down on him and he turned and destroyed it leaving it a charred mass on the ground. Shocked by his quick action and the fact that he destroyed it with out thought. He grew angry from the action the mans complete disregard for plant life.
Not being able to stand by and watch anymore his anger flared and his pheromones rolled off him filling the room. Looking to the man in anger he spoke clearly and calmly in a seductive voice now acting to much like his mother for his own good. “And who do you think you are that you think you can come into my domain and take what is mine.” His words rolled out like silk the scent inviting as he saw that he was holding something in his other hand holding it tight in a death grip.
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-Banna stayed put next to the generator. Nurses eventually brought a wheelchair so she didn’t need to strain herself but needed the other wrestler’s help to take her up stairs since the generator didn’t do elevators. She was taken the whole way back to her room and Nicholas greeted her with a warm and welcoming hug back.
She held him tight but carefully as she was helped back onto her bed. She then smiled as she rested once more but heard sounds echoing outside in the city. It was eerie to hear the sirens and cars on the move in a darkened city. Something didn’t feel right, not at all.-
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Outside of the subway tunnel, a small amount of pandemonium was beginning to brew as civilians complained about the city-wide lack of power The street shop windows and their normally inviting, flashy signs grew dim and dark much to Cody’s delight. A nasally voice coming across at the police radio’s frequency warned the villain about an approaching squad car. Without hesitation, he banked a sharp turn into the now dark alleyways to avoid running into law enforcement. This was all just too easy!
He grinned toothily before crouching behind a dumpster out of sight and planning his next move. The security cameras normally placed outside ATM machines were likely to be down, making them easy targets. The police office likely had a backup generator and some fellow criminals to be released, but would be a harder mark. Alternatively, the hospital likely had a backup generator as well and much less security.
Ha! While I’m there, I could even steal some morphine. I bet that’d fetch a pretty penny on the black market,” he thought to himself, snapping his fingers. With a plan made up, the supervilain began to head over towards the hospital, making sure not to miss any opportunity to chase down local citizens he came across and violently mug them of their valuables. By the time he reached the hospital, he had amassed a nice stash of credit cards, wallets and jewelry. He’d really need to get some underlings to carry all of this treasure for him, next time he went out on a romp like this.
Cody used his clawed tentacles to scramble up onto the hospital’s roof, and then began to creep across the top, searching for any large electrical fields that would indicate the generator’s presence. Unfortunately, the field was too faint to pin-point. Maybe they were keeping it in the basement? Hissing to himself, the villain made his way over to the side of one of the hospital’s wall, found a likely window and brutally smashed the glass before letting himself inside.