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Post by Amon Tomaz on May 30, 2021 18:37:35 GMT -5
Participants: Amon Tomaz + Derek James Open/Closed: Closed Location(s): Blüdhaven, USA Time of Day: Late afternoon Weather: Cloudy Summary: A magical artifact brings a hero and a not-so-hero together. What could possibly go wrong?
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To say Intergang was a thorn in his side would have been an understatement. They were a blemish on the world, rotting and bringing everything and everyone down with them. The fact that they were still allowed to exist, that no one had put an end to them permanently was nothing short of an insult. He was certain that if Teth was still here, he would have made quick work with them. But he wasn't. It was just Amon now, but that didn't mean he wouldn't do all in his power to make his former mentor and brother-in-law proud.
There was a caravan of trucks, all driven by Intergang swine, carrying stolen artifacts, weapons, most likely more. It was highly likely each driver was armed. There were probably more people inside the trucks, watching over the cargo. Amon didn't care. He stood right in the path of the trucks. The first one honked. It didn't stop. He didn't move.
"Black Adam!" he shouted when the truck was mere feet from him. Lightning shot down and struck him. The driver cursed, panicking and quickly turning the wheel, careening onto the sidewalk where a couple passerbies scattered to safety. Smoke cleared and Osiris stood. The other trucks screeched to a halt and gangsters poured out of them. He moved quickly, grabbing the driver of the truck that had crashed and yanking him out through the driver side window, throwing him aside.
The passenger pointed a gun at him. He dropped down, grabbing the bottom of the truck's cab and lifting it. He grimaced - This would've been easier for Black Adam to lift. He unfortunately only had a portion of that strength. He threw the truck as best he could, rattling the passenger - actually they were probably more than rattled, but what did he care? Intergang deserved far worse.
The throw had jarred the back doors to the truck open, spilling artifacts and weapons - well that wasn't good. The other gangsters were also lining up to attack him. Pathetic. He scowled. He took a step toward them when something flashed in the corner of his eye. He almost recognized the shape of it. It looked so close to the Eye of Horus but something was definitely different and thus off. It glinted in headlights of the trucks. He reached down for it. Just as his fingers brushed it, he realized he'd made a mistake. Electricity - magic, he could sense that much - sparked from it. Time felt like it slowed but it merely took seconds. The electricity latched onto his hand, shot up his arm and pushed itself painfully through every nerve in his body.
Pain tore from his throat and he collapsed, vision blurring, faint traces of smoke lifting from his body. He tried to lift his head up off the road. It felt heavy but was doable. He focused on whatever was directly in front of him, trying to will his vision to return. As it started to clear, he realized he was looking at his own arm which was no longer covered in his Osiris costume but back to his civilian clothes.
That wasn't good.
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524 words Derek James
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Post by Derek James on Jun 27, 2021 20:00:14 GMT -5
"Dude, seriously...I'm a superhero."
Derek stood under the sharp, eyesight frying lights of a convenience store bulb with his mask half rolled up and a hotdog half stuffed in his exposed mouth. The cashier behind the plexiglass just eyed him, the man was clearly in no mood for these types of shenanigans and Derek couldn't tell if it was because the guy looked like he'd been up for 72 hours straight or if he was just a jerk that way.
"Notiff the coshtume?" He spoke while chomping away at the dog he had barely unwrapped in the middle of the store floor. His free hand gestured to himself, up an down to guide the clerk into taking in the full look of his super suit. "Maybe you'ff heard of me," he swallowed. "I'm Sideways!"
"Yeah?" The clerk feigned some interest and awe, before returning to his perpetual sullen look. "Well if you don't cough up the dough for that hotdog, my foot's gonna be sideways right up your a-"
"Heyheyhey!" The teen hero threw up his arms in protest. "Look at me, you think I carry a wallet in this skin tight suit? Isn't there some kinda hero discount or something? Y'know, first one's free on the account of being a brave hero and all that?"
"Wearing a costume don't make you Superman, kid! Take your freakshow to Gotham where they love clowns like you playing dress up."
Ow. Derek hung his head in shame, 1/3 of his hotdog still hanging out of his mouth. "Harsh, man. Harsh."
"Get the hell out!"
Something was thrown from behind the counter but Sideways had already rifted out of there before he could even make out what it was. Jumping out of the breech in space/time Derek landed on a dark street. He seemed to be alone so he took the brief moment to finish off the hotdog that he had inadvertently stolen. It would be just his luck if the clerk decided to hop onto social media and put Sideways on blast for stealing, Derek would have to remind himself to pop in later and pay off the hotdog if he wanted to avoid that.
The universe seemed compelled to notify Derek that he had been in his own world long enough with a startled rumble of the asphalt beneath the teen's feet. Thunder boomed in his ears as yellow-white lightning lit up the area. Derek looked up, and the starry and cloudless night winked back at him. Didn't look like rain. A shiver ran down Derek's spine, he could feel danger closing in and for a brief moment he wondered if that was the reason he had blindly rifted there. Wasting no more time on thought, Sideways pulled his mask down the remainder of the way and set off running the few blocks over where the lightning had seemed to strike.
When Sideways arrived on the scene he was greeted with pure pandemonium. People were briskly fleeing the area, trucks were parked haphazardly (one of them, on its side), weird items littered the street, and there were goons aplenty. How did Derek know they were goons? Easy, they were all wearing sunglasses and the sun was already hiding beyond the horizon. Plus the guns, lots and lots of guns. Aside from there, there was a kid laid out in the street with tendrils of smoke trailing off of his body. Was he struck by the lightning? Did these goons some how make lightning strike the poor kid? Whatever the case was, Sideways knew he wasn't going to get any of the answers he needed by just standing there.
The smoke around the downed kid dissipated as a rift was open near his feet. The jagged tear that was outlined in a bright yellow energy moved up the kid's legs, soon over taking his waist and abdomen thereafter, essentially swallowing the boy whole. As this happened, yards away at Sideways's side; feet, legs, waist, and so on appeared. Sideways didn't move his rifts often, he didn't have a need to, but it was a skill in his repertoire.
"Hey, 90's action movie rejects!" Sideways shouted at the goons who were apparently after the injured kid? They all looked at him, their guns quickly adjusting to line up the newbie in their sights. Sideways said nothing, he simply pointed up. While he was using his rift to get the kid to safety he had been opening another rift as well, directly under the overturned truck. Over the heads of a cluster of goons a fourth rift open, spewing out that truck where it dropped back to earth intending to fall right on top of them. The height was enough to make sure the men could jump out of the way in time, so that no one was killed, but they were certainly off kilter now. Amon Tomaz
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