Heroes and Villains of Century City

[asddas193]

Though her attention is focused largely on the men inside her, Vanessa catches glimpses here and there of the camera, removed from its tripod and pointed right up close to the action, capturing the pure enthusiasm with which the heroine serves the men ravaging her body, and her every expression of pleasure. Finally, the men pull away, hands jerking themselves as they aim their members at her exposed body. "Smile for the camera, bitch." The cameraman chuckles condescendingly, before the thugs erupt. Vanessa's painted white, as her face, breasts and costume are covered in the men's seed.

"Time to go." The heiress is roused a little while later by Hammer's lieutenant. "Remember the deal - give us Fitzgerald, and no one has to die."

Rather than smile, the camera would instead capture Vanessa's expression of pure ecstasy. Behind her domino mask, her eyes were rolled back into her head. As she eagerly suckled on the cock in her mouth. Her hips quivering from the intense sensation of having both her ass, and pussy get plugged with two, thick meat poles. While her gloved hands, even as she possessed godlike strength that could easily crush boulders of solid rock. Was instead jerking off two more thugs, as Vanessa completely lost herself to the pleasure. She orgasms one last time, before the men pull away. Painting her with their thick, warm seed, "Aaaahn." Making her quiver as she felt their cum land on her face, and body. The smell combined with their mind numbing musk, made her consciousness slip away...

Until the leader snaps her out of it, "Mmmh." She whimpered, unable to look at them as they left. Vanessa tries to stand back up, wiping away the cum on her face. The thick haze of musk, and pleasure clouding her mind slowly dissipating.

 

[Tjf]

"Supers do give superior off-spring," Squidlock replies, "So more of them are the ultimate goal. Perhaps we should start with a lower level super. Someone still green, untested, and unprepared for what we represent. Much like 'blondie', as you say."

He lightly licks his lips. "Though if you know a few easy targets that could get... lost in the meantime, I'm certain the children and I would enjoy the chance to further diversify."

"Here." The cop hands a folder to one of Squidlock's waiting tentacles, awkwardly balancing it on the tendril. Opening it, Squidlock sees some photographs, as the officer starts to explain.

Spoiler: "Super" Target

The first is a security still of a scantily clad thief. "Calls herself Nightingale - been robbing art galleries and museums for the past few months. From what we've seen of her, she's got superhuman agility, but nothing too impressive, compared to some of the freaks in this town." The cop explains.

Spoiler: Civilian Target 1

Next up is what looks like a work photo. "Penny LeGrange. Works in the PD's accounting department - complete civilian." Squidlock's minion begins. "Rumor is she found some 'discrepancies' in the department's books, got some cops fired. If she were to go missing, everyone would assume it was a cop responsible, not some...well, whatever you are. Obviously I can't get involved here - or we squander the advantage of having red herrings."

Spoiler: Civilian Target 2

The next photo seems to be a promotional image for a fighter. "Linda Lee - an up and coming MMA fighter who's supposed to be headed for the big leagues someday. The legitimate route doesn't pay well, though, so she fights in underground mob-run matches as well. They say she was supposed to take a dive in her latest match, and beat her opponent half to death instead, so as long as no one sees a squid monster dragging her off, everyone will probably assume that the mob got her as payback."

(Sorry if that was underwhelming.)

 

[Tjf]

Psychana groaned as she scrambled to her feet and cursed herself for being preoccupied with the people going up and not preparing for the presence in front of her. With a grimace she worked past her oncoming headache and set about blasting her shotgun assailant with a psychokinetic blast.

Spoiler: Combat Roll

D100: 77+10-5

There's another crack, as Psychana unleashes her powers. The thug reels backwards, hitting the ladder with the back of his head and going limp, though a quick check reveals that he's just unconscious. At the top of the ladder, Captain Spark grabs hold of the manhole cover and with a heave of effort slides it away, sending a beam of light shining down into the tunnel. As he does, the second thug clambers up higher. Somewhere through the tunnels behind her, Jenny hears gunshots as presumably Detective Jackson fights the group he was after. From the sounds of it, the gunfight is pretty competitive, but there's no indication that he's in need of help - there's a cry of pain, but the voice isn't his. The heroine is fairly sure her flank is clear.

 

[Omega98]

Spoiler: Combat Roll

D100: 77+10-5

There's another crack, as Psychana unleashes her powers. The thug reels backwards, hitting the ladder with the back of his head and going limp, though a quick check reveals that he's just unconscious. At the top of the ladder, Captain Spark grabs hold of the manhole cover and with a heave of effort slides it away, sending a beam of light shining down into the tunnel. As he does, the second thug clambers up higher. Somewhere through the tunnels behind her, Jenny hears gunshots as presumably Detective Jackson fights the group he was after. From the sounds of it, the gunfight is pretty competitive, but there's no indication that he's in need of help - there's a cry of pain, but the voice isn't his. The heroine is fairly sure her flank is clear.

Appeased that Detective Jackson is fine, Psychana turned her attention to Captain Spark and his compatriot. "Captain Spark!" she called up to him. "Surrender now and this will go easier on you and your men! Resist..." Psychana summoned her power to fly up to Captain Spark, trying to ignore her throbbing temples, and prepared to hit him with a powerful blast of psychokinetic energy. "-and this will end badly."

 

[Tjf]

Rather than smile, the camera would instead capture Vanessa's expression of pure ecstasy. Behind her domino mask, her eyes were rolled back into her head. As she eagerly suckled on the cock in her mouth. Her hips quivering from the intense sensation of having both her ass, and pussy get plugged with two, thick meat poles. While her gloved hands, even as she possessed godlike strength that could easily crush boulders of solid rock. Was instead jerking off two more thugs, as Vanessa completely lost herself to the pleasure. She orgasms one last time, before the men pull away. Painting her with their thick, warm seed, "Aaaahn." Making her quiver as she felt their cum land on her face, and body. The smell combined with their mind numbing musk, made her consciousness slip away...

Until the leader snaps her out of it, "Mmmh." She whimpered, unable to look at them as they left. Vanessa tries to stand back up, wiping away the cum on her face. The thick haze of musk, and pleasure clouding her mind slowly dissipating.

Having used her body to their heart's content, the men ignore Vanessa, fixing their clothes and making ready to leave. Soon, she's lying alone on the cold floor of the museum - for how long, it's hard to say.

Vanessa's startled by a beeping, as the phone they gave her comes to life. Grabbing it, it unlocks without need for a password, revealing that it's clearly a burner - besides the default applications, the phone's completely empty. Tapping on the messages app, the heroine sees a video of Lawrence bound to a chair in a dark room, a small lighbulb hanging from the ceiling and a tiny circular window providing the only illumination. Behind Lawrence, a TV is turned on, showing a news program on mute, with the time and date in the corner - dating the video to only a few minutes ago, if the phone's clock is to be believed.

"I, Lawrence Bellinham Valette III, announce that I'm currently still alive - primarily because you poncy bastards hit like- ugh!" The old man, bruises and bloody marks covering his face from his fight earlier, is cut off as a fist slams into his stomach. "Read the damn card like it's written." A voice sounds from behind the camera, to which Lawrence grins in response, spitting out blood. "See? You've proven incapable of even silencing an old man." A fist is raised next to Lawrence, but before its owner can hit the Brit, Hammer's deep baritone sounds out. "Enough - He's got a point. Besides, I kinda like him. Just say the time and date, so your would-be saviour knows you're alive." Lawrence sighs, and does so, before the supervillain turns the camera around, so it's facing him. "There you go - you've got your proof of life. Now, you've got an hour to get Fitzgerald. In exactly 60 minutes from now, you'll receive a text telling you where to bring the rich girl, and I'm expecting you to get there fast."

As he hears Hammer's words, Lawrence begins to panic, audibly struggling against his bonds. "No, don't! I'm not worth trading for Madame Fitzgerald! Don't you even think of-" The old man's cut off, as the video ends.

 

[Tjf]

Appeased that Detective Jackson is fine, Psychana turned her attention to Captain Spark and his compatriot. "Captain Spark!" she called up to him. "Surrender now and this will go easier on you and your men! Resist..." Psychana summoned her power to fly up to Captain Spark, trying to ignore her throbbing temples, and prepared to hit him with a powerful blast of psychokinetic energy. "-and this will end badly."

The supervillain looks down at her, grinning manically, as he ascends the top of the ladder.

Spoiler: Spark

He climbs to the top of the ladder, before gripping the metal rungs. As Psychana readies her blast, sparks fly from the villain's body, before thousands of volts of electricity flow down into the ladder. The henchman currently climbing the ladder screams and begins to spasm, before letting go and falling, his body colliding with Psychana's bolt and flying off to the side, smoking slightly as it comes to a stop. Spark slides the manhole closed behind him as the fray ensures, and Psychana hears a buzz of electricity as the metal circle is too charged up.

 

[asddas193]

Having used her body to their heart's content, the men ignore Vanessa, fixing their clothes and making ready to leave. Soon, she's lying alone on the cold floor of the museum - for how long, it's hard to say.

Vanessa's startled by a beeping, as the phone they gave her comes to life. Grabbing it, it unlocks without need for a password, revealing that it's clearly a burner - besides the default applications, the phone's completely empty. Tapping on the messages app, the heroine sees a video of Lawrence bound to a chair in a dark room, a small lighbulb hanging from the ceiling and a tiny circular window providing the only illumination. Behind Lawrence, a TV is turned on, showing a news program on mute, with the time and date in the corner - dating the video to only a few minutes ago, if the phone's clock is to be believed.

"I, Lawrence Bellinham Valette III, announce that I'm currently still alive - primarily because you poncy bastards hit like- ugh!" The old man, bruises and bloody marks covering his face from his fight earlier, is cut off as a fist slams into his stomach. "Read the damn card like it's written." A voice sounds from behind the camera, to which Lawrence grins in response, spitting out blood. "See? You've proven incapable of even silencing an old man." A fist is raised next to Lawrence, but before its owner can hit the Brit, Hammer's deep baritone sounds out. "Enough - He's got a point. Besides, I kinda like him. Just say the time and date, so your would-be saviour knows you're alive." Lawrence sighs, and does so, before the supervillain turns the camera around, so it's facing him. "There you go - you've got your proof of life. Now, you've got an hour to get Fitzgerald. In exactly 60 minutes from now, you'll receive a text telling you where to bring the rich girl, and I'm expecting you to get there fast."

As he hears Hammer's words, Lawrence begins to panic, audibly struggling against his bonds. "No, don't! I'm not worth trading for Madame Fitzgerald! Don't you even think of-" The old man's cut off, as the video ends.

"Uurgh." Groaning as she's now sore for a different reason, Vanessa's eyes widen as she heard the phone beep. Followed by the video, Damn it, Lawrence! She gasped seeing the state he was in, followed by the deadline they gave. The heiress desperately tries to think of a way out of the situaiton, biting her lower lip as she tried to think of a way to save him. Hammer is also there, damn it, I couldn't beat him in a straight battle, but maybe... no, it's too risky. Maybe I can ask one of the heroes? I'm sure one of them has some problem with Hammer. Vanessa tries to recall if she's heard about any hero that considered the black behemoth as his archenemy. Then she tries to see if the gallery had a bathroom she could use to clean up.

 

[Omega98]

The supervillain looks down at her, grinning manically, as he ascends the top of the ladder.

Spoiler: Spark

He climbs to the top of the ladder, before gripping the metal rungs. As Psychana readies her blast, sparks fly from the villain's body, before thousands of volts of electricity flow down into the ladder. The henchman currently climbing the ladder screams and begins to spasm, before letting go and falling, his body colliding with Psychana's bolt and flying off to the side, smoking slightly as it comes to a stop. Spark slides the manhole closed behind him as the fray ensures, and Psychana hears a buzz of electricity as the metal circle is too charged up.

"Shit." Psychana cursed and grimaced again. Captain Spark's callous regard for the welfare of his own men shouldn't have surprised her, she'd been in 'the business' long enough to know better, but it still did. But she had to set her concern for the henchmen aside for the time being.

After letting out a heavy breath, Psychana's face contorted into a an angry scowl and, hovering in the air she hurled a psychokinetic blast towards the manhole cover. With the amount of metal that surrounded her, she didn't want to risk coming into physical contact with with anything that was electrically charged. Her plan being that once the manhole was blown topside she'd fly back up to the surface and confront Captain Spark on the street.

 

[majus]

"Isn't there some way we can do this without destroying her life?" He looks Amethyst in the eye.

Amethyst Heart hummed, as she considered the question.

"Changing her character... could be one way. But that would require changing her mind and I think neither of us finds it satisfying." She paused. "Finding a heavy blackmail material on her would do fine..." She paused. "Some kind of magical slavery with you holding her will could be another way..." She sighed. "I... sorry, I just can't think of a legal way of doing this, without imprisoning your mother."

 

[moonblack]

The police don't respond, simply aiming up at her. As Azura casts her spell, she hears a dozen cries of pain as the men are temporarily blinded, and then gunshots as they begin firing randomly.

Spoiler: Awareness Roll

D100: 80

Floating up above the catwalk, Azura navigates through a smashed skylight, and up to the roof above, hovering to avoid collapsing back down through the damaged ceiling. As she prepares to head away from the scene and let the police take the villain and her henchmen into custody, Azura sees something odd. Clinging to the side of one of the smoke stacks is a small robot, eye-like camera pointed straight at her.

As it sees that it's been spotted, the machine begins scurrying away down the opposite end of the smokestack.

What the hell? Without hesitation Azura fired multiple bolts of arcane energy at the small robot, trying to destroy it before it could get away. The small machine was clearly not standard police equipment and she did not like being spied upon by unknown entities.

 

[AnonYMooseBoG]

"Do you mind if I use your shower? I kind of need one after last night," Calista asks, red beginning to run across her cheeks at the memory and the realization that she's naked in front of an also bare Lana.

Assuming no objections, Calista will shower, don her clothes from yesterday, and depart for her apartment. As much as I want to have more fun with them, I need Sonata to stay active and in the public eye. Once home, she'll change into Sonata's costume and check for any news stories or anything which could use the cape's help. If nothing catches his eye, he'll just be going on a patrol of the area to be seen as active still.

 

[Daylan]

"Here." The cop hands a folder to one of Squidlock's waiting tentacles, awkwardly balancing it on the tendril. Opening it, Squidlock sees some photographs, as the officer starts to explain.

Spoiler: "Super" Target

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The first is a security still of a scantily clad thief. "Calls herself Nightingale - been robbing art galleries and museums for the past few months. From what we've seen of her, she's got superhuman agility, but nothing too impressive, compared to some of the freaks in this town." The cop explains.

Spoiler: Civilian Target 1

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Next up is what looks like a work photo. "Penny LeGrange. Works in the PD's accounting department - complete civilian." Squidlock's minion begins. "Rumor is she found some 'discrepancies' in the department's books, got some cops fired. If she were to go missing, everyone would assume it was a cop responsible, not some...well, whatever you are. Obviously I can't get involved here - or we squander the advantage of having red herrings."

Spoiler: Civilian Target 2

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The next photo seems to be a promotional image for a fighter. "Linda Lee - an up and coming MMA fighter who's supposed to be headed for the big leagues someday. The legitimate route doesn't pay well, though, so she fights in underground mob-run matches as well. They say she was supposed to take a dive in her latest match, and beat her opponent half to death instead, so as long as no one sees a squid monster dragging her off, everyone will probably assume that the mob got her as payback."

(Sorry if that was underwhelming.)

(Not underwhelming in the least!)

Looking over the images and listening to the spy's descriptions, he thought over the pros and cons of each choice. All three had good reason for someone else to want them gone, as no doubt Nightingale had stolen from powerful people who would also be the first suspects should her activities suddenly halt. Penny was quite tempting, both because she would be the easiest to subdue and she already had a pleasingly motherly figure that would only be enhanced by her... contributing to the cause. Yet he would need to risk some item to lure a thief in, and even if he did not use his minion to kidnap her directly there was a chance that he might be investigated just as a routine part of the search. Both would be good to come back to at a later time but, for now, someone of strong stock while still being of a mortal's power level was the best choice.

Pointing at the picture of Linda Lee, he said, "This one will do. Where can she be normally found when she's not pummeling others into red mush?"

 

[Tjf]

"Uurgh." Groaning as she's now sore for a different reason, Vanessa's eyes widen as she heard the phone beep. Followed by the video, Damn it, Lawrence! She gasped seeing the state he was in, followed by the deadline they gave. The heiress desperately tries to think of a way out of the situaiton, biting her lower lip as she tried to think of a way to save him. Hammer is also there, damn it, I couldn't beat him in a straight battle, but maybe... no, it's too risky. Maybe I can ask one of the heroes? I'm sure one of them has some problem with Hammer. Vanessa tries to recall if she's heard about any hero that considered the black behemoth as his archenemy. Then she tries to see if the gallery had a bathroom she could use to clean up.

Washing the fragrant substance from her skin, Vanessa searches her memory, trying to think if Hammer has a nemesis.

Spoiler: Knowledge Roll

D100: 21

The heiress recalls the man fighting several heroes, but with her mind so overwhelmed, and the scent of the thugs still in the air, she can't recall anyone with a specific grudge against Hammer.

 

[Tjf]

"Shit." Psychana cursed and grimaced again. Captain Spark's callous regard for the welfare of his own men shouldn't have surprised her, she'd been in 'the business' long enough to know better, but it still did. But she had to set her concern for the henchmen aside for the time being.

After letting out a heavy breath, Psychana's face contorted into a an angry scowl and, hovering in the air she hurled a psychokinetic blast towards the manhole cover. With the amount of metal that surrounded her, she didn't want to risk coming into physical contact with with anything that was electrically charged. Her plan being that once the manhole was blown topside she'd fly back up to the surface and confront Captain Spark on the street.

Spoiler: Telekinesis Roll

D100: 87+10-5 (Psychic Power - headache)=97 (Crit)

Gathering her strength, Psychana sends forth a wave of energy, sending the disk flying into the air, colliding at speed with a metal structure above and hurtling like a frisbee out of view. The heroine hears the object collide against something soft and clatter to the ground, before Spark cries out "Sweet Jesus!".

Hovering up, Psychana emerges into an abandoned train yard, seeing the villain not far from the manhole entrance, next to the tracks. He faces the manhole - probably intending to ambush her like his thug did earlier, but that plan was foiled by the manhole cover, resting on the ground after evidently slamming into the electric villain. Heaving and on his knees, Spark tenses his body, suit rippling with electricity.

 

[Tjf]

Amethyst Heart hummed, as she considered the question.

"Changing her character... could be one way. But that would require changing her mind and I think neither of us finds it satisfying." She paused. "Finding a heavy blackmail material on her would do fine..." She paused. "Some kind of magical slavery with you holding her will could be another way..." She sighed. "I... sorry, I just can't think of a legal way of doing this, without imprisoning your mother."

Spoiler: Persuasion Roll

D100: 71

"Damn it..." He sighs. "Well, that last one... Slavery sounds bad, but if there is some way I can magically prevent her from hurting you or my girlfriend, while not destroying her mind or life, I could get behind that. You, uh... Can you do magic?"

 

[asddas193]

Washing the fragrant substance from her skin, Vanessa searches her memory, trying to think if Hammer has a nemesis.

Spoiler: Knowledge Roll

D100: 21

The heiress recalls the man fighting several heroes, but with her mind so overwhelmed, and the scent of the thugs still in the air, she can't recall anyone with a specific grudge against Hammer.

"Aaargh, damn it!" Vanessa groaned as she was unable to think of a plan, Damn it, even if I go there myself, there's no guarantee that they'll really keep the both of us alive. She thought to herself, biting her lower lip in frustration. Once she was clean, she takes a deep breath, For now, the cops will probably be at the mansion. So I can't return home to change... I guess I should go to one of those apartments Lawrence prepared for me in case of emergencies. The heiress lets out a sigh, mocking such safehouses when she first began her "crusade" against the city's thugs. For now, she heads to a mostly abandoned apartment complex to change into a new, less smelly costume. Then she starts prowling the web, eager to see if there was any heroes for hire that she could get help from.

 

[Omega98]

Spoiler: Telekinesis Roll

D100: 87+10-5 (Psychic Power - headache)=97 (Crit)

Gathering her strength, Psychana sends forth a wave of energy, sending the disk flying into the air, colliding at speed with a metal structure above and hurtling like a frisbee out of view. The heroine hears the object collide against something soft and clatter to the ground, before Spark cries out "Sweet Jesus!".

Hovering up, Psychana emerges into an abandoned train yard, seeing the villain not far from the manhole entrance, next to the tracks. He faces the manhole - probably intending to ambush her like his thug did earlier, but that plan was foiled by the manhole cover, resting on the ground after evidently slamming into the electric villain. Heaving and on his knees, Spark tenses his body, suit rippling with electricity.

With barely controlled anger (and a growing headache), Psychana sent yet another psychokinetic blast; this time towards Captain Spark.

"This is your last chance-" she warned in a stern tone "-I won't say it again. Surrender."

 

[Tjf]

What the hell? Without hesitation Azura fired multiple bolts of arcane energy at the small robot, trying to destroy it before it could get away. The small machine was clearly not standard police equipment and she did not like being spied upon by unknown entities.

Spoiler: Combat Roll

D100: 76

In a cloud of smoke and dust, the robot is evaporated by several well placed magical shots. Concrete dust falls from the chipped smokestack, and Azura hears movement inside, the police rushing upwards as they hear the noise. Looking around, the magical girl spots no more robots.

 

[Tjf]

"Do you mind if I use your shower? I kind of need one after last night," Calista asks, red beginning to run across her cheeks at the memory and the realization that she's naked in front of an also bare Lana.

Assuming no objections, Calista will shower, don her clothes from yesterday, and depart for her apartment. As much as I want to have more fun with them, I need Sonata to stay active and in the public eye. Once home, she'll change into Sonata's costume and check for any news stories or anything which could use the cape's help. If nothing catches his eye, he'll just be going on a patrol of the area to be seen as active still.

"Sure, last door on the right." Lana smiles, before looking back into her wardrobe. Calista spots Lee as she heads into the bathroom, walking the other way - from his blush and the way he turns away, she guesses that this is the other version of him to the one she encountered last night.

An Hour Later:
"Help me! He took my purse!" From his perch atop a nearby apartment complex, Sonata spots his first case of the day. A woman in expensive clothes hollers, as a hooded figure clutches a pink purse and rushes into an alleyway.

 

[Tjf]

(Not underwhelming in the least!)

Looking over the images and listening to the spy's descriptions, he thought over the pros and cons of each choice. All three had good reason for someone else to want them gone, as no doubt Nightingale had stolen from powerful people who would also be the first suspects should her activities suddenly halt. Penny was quite tempting, both because she would be the easiest to subdue and she already had a pleasingly motherly figure that would only be enhanced by her... contributing to the cause. Yet he would need to risk some item to lure a thief in, and even if he did not use his minion to kidnap her directly there was a chance that he might be investigated just as a routine part of the search. Both would be good to come back to at a later time but, for now, someone of strong stock while still being of a mortal's power level was the best choice.

Pointing at the picture of Linda Lee, he said, "This one will do. Where can she be normally found when she's not pummeling others into red mush?"

"McReady's gym, down on 42nd street. It's run by a crazy old Irish guy who tells everyone he trained Ali - but there's some serious fighters that train out of there.'' The cop checks his notes, before looking up. ''No known address - she's got a sister and a manager, maybe she's sleeping on one of their couches? Finally, rumor is that Lee works for Luigi Vetta - a low level loan shark not affiliated with the mob. Lee's a debt collector - spends a lot of time hanging out at Vetta's bar, whiling away time between jobs.