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| Takin' out the garbage.....truck (Garr) | |
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| llagrok | Mar 19 2009, 06:53 PM Post #1 |
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Strolling down the street with cool wind in his hair, Quentin suddenly noticed the smell of radioactive shit rising up through the air. Twitching slightly he peered into an alley and notice the garbage truck, out of the alley was a huge factory accused of dumping toxic waste and many other crimes. Quentin couldn’t help but feel like nature had taken it upon herself to present him with this opportunity, an opportunity to teach these scumbags a little lesson. This time the teenager decided to employ a little subtlety, people always accused him of wanting to show off and wanting to feed his ego. ”I can’t help being incredibly sexy and awesome, those idiots are just jealous. Like they're perfect.....tch” Quentin mentioned to himself casually before stepping away from the alley and waiting on a bench. Soon the garbage truck backed out and the boy carefully aimed his fingers at the Trucks’ tires. The huge truck was already going downhill when it happened and would soon find it nearly impossible to stop. Quentin couldn’t help but laugh a little to himself as it happened, maybe he was lucky and the truck would take out a couple of mutant haters on the way, god knows there was plenty of them. It wasn’t long before he had to catch the bus and begin on his ride home to New York. Now that he had become a member of the brotherhood there was no more need for school, and until they needed him, Quentin decided to spend a little of the money his parents left him visiting other cities. He had never been to Los Angeles before, and it would be nice to get out of New York for a change. Edited by llagrok, Mar 26 2009, 06:32 PM.
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| MitsukaiNoZenkai | Mar 27 2009, 04:07 AM Post #2 |
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Garr was walking down the street when he heard the unmistakeable pop of large tires. Looking towards the sound, he noticed that a garbage truck was sliding backwards out of control. Now, normally he wouldn't have been able to do anything but out of a habit he was trying to instill in himself Garr had his power pack on him. It was a simple matter for the gray-eyed mutant to pull out one of the ball bearings he kept on hand, and with a practiced eye sent the sphere on it's supersonic way down the street. The shot tore into the pavement and ripped it up; catching the out-of-control truck like a capture hook for a jet fighter on an aircraft carrier. The report in the air from the bearing being flung outward would immediately lead one's attention to the tall young man. He was in his civvies, and though the pack looked a bit out of place it could easily be mistaken for a backpack. The disaster of the truck averted, he looked back the way it came. Those tires didn't just go all at once like that. Someone was responsible. |
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| llagrok | Mar 27 2009, 03:50 PM Post #3 |
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Sitting back on a bench and watching the truck crash down the street, Quentin noticed an odd intervention. Something had stopped the truck, and stopping something like that without a major accident meant that he was dealing with a fellow mutie. He hoped that whoever it was that stopped the truck, had done so because it endangered himself and not out of the goodness of his heart. Although Scorch had initially been pretty altruistic and cared for humans and mutants alike, his attitude had changed the past few months. Being in the brotherhood was so liberating, it was almost unreal. It was like the laws of humanity didn’t apply to him, he had a free pass to do whatever he wanted. It had been some time since he had visited his mother in the hospital, not that her situation was likely to change. Coma was unpredictable, but according to the doctors she would stay put for some time. Scorch rose from the bench and started a quick jog down the street, seeing if anyone suspicious caught his attention. Quickly noticed a tall young man dressed in regular clothing, it became evident that he was the one who was responsible for ”saving the day” if it could so be called. ”Hey, man, good job catching that truck, you mutants sure are great!” Scorch shouted in a sarcastic voice to Garr, pretending that he was nothing more than a regular civilian. It was still possible to notice his hot red forearms though. |
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| MitsukaiNoZenkai | Mar 27 2009, 07:31 PM Post #4 |
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Pale gray eyes shifted towards the words called out to him. The glittering gaze flicked up and down the teenager's form, focusing on the forearms. There was something seriously wrong with the situation here and the military man was determined to get tot he bottom of it. "You don't seem particularly concerned that I had to unleash a bit of my power to save lives... Perhaps you know what caused all those tires to go off at once like that?" He turned towards Quentin, disguising the motion of pulling out three bearings as a hiking up of his pants on that side to make sure they didn't fall down in an embarassing manner. Looking at him, there was no real indication that he was anything other than an ordinary citizen of the United States other than his previous admission of using his mutant powers to stop the truck. "Though I gotta admit that you look pretty suspicious, kid. Most people would take one look at what I did and take off running screaming about the end of the world or something." Indeed, the people that had been on the street seemed to sense a coming storm and had wisely vacated the area. "So what's your story?" |
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| llagrok | Mar 28 2009, 02:58 AM Post #5 |
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It didn’t take the Gauss character very long to figure out that Quentin wasn’t no regular citizen, that there was something not right about him. The guy seemed pretty serious, and he was most definitely a couple of years older He seemed unusually suspicious, even for someone who was a mutant. If Scorch had not been guilty, he might not have noticed that Mr. Shyver suspected him. But, he was guilty as sin and could not deny having shot the garbage truck’s tires. All around them people seemed to either run off or carefully approach, cower behind garbage cans or the corner of buildings, like the pair of them were suicide bombers ready to blow. Few would probably even register the possible disaster, if Gauss had not intervened. Using your power in public was basically like committing a crime, even if you didn’t do anything wrong. There was something about this guy though, he wasn’t nervous in the manner that he was afraid, he was curious. ”Oh, same old. I wanted to kill my father and make love to my mother. And now I want to take out all my frustrated feelings and experiences out on innocents….Hah” Scorch spoke in a mockingly pathetic voice flexed both of his forearms, quickly they became red hot, like a hotplate left on in the dark. He didn’t plan on attacking, but liked the pose. It made him come off as a bit intimidating. Pointing a finger at the garbage men, who were alive thanks to Gauss, his hand started heating up even more. ”These people are transporting toxic waste…” He spoke angrily and prepared to unleash a microwave blast on the overweight man, dressed in a spotted orange suit. |
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| MitsukaiNoZenkai | Mar 28 2009, 04:00 AM Post #6 |
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Garr's eyes narrowed at the kid's words. His pale gray eyes flicked over towards where the truck was, and in an instant grasped this kid's intent. He quickly moved around a bit until he was standing between those glowing forearms and the overweight man climbing out of the truck. "So it was you who did that... You recklessly endanger lives for your own amusement? If I had to guess, I'd say you were a mutant too. You picked the wrong day to start trouble because you just found six feet worth of it." There was no holier-than-thou tone to the words. It was a simple statement that carried the authoritative tone of someone with some serious intentions behind it. A thin smile curled the corners of his mouth to show that he wasn't intimidated in the least by this kid. "So, kid. This can go two ways. You come along quietly to the local police station and accept punishment for what you just did, or.." Here Garr trailed off a little, his right hand raising up in a menacing gesture. His index and middle fingers were calmly pointed towards Quentin's heart with a bearing held between them in an eerily casual manner. "You can do something typically stupid and end up losing important parts. Your call." |
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| llagrok | Mar 28 2009, 04:52 PM Post #7 |
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It became obvious to Quentin that this was not a regular mutant, but in fact a mutant-cop. He wasn’t a ”mutant cop” like the x-men, but he genuinely behaved like a police-officer with mutant abilities. Maybe he was some kind of vigilante, maybe he was just a pig who had woken up with special abilities one day. Either way Scorch felt that he was backed by something much more powerful than the state of L.A. The man posed him with a relatively simple choice, he could either go with him to jail or battle it out, superhero - villain style. Only, Scorch was not truly the villain here, the villains had already been defeated and rescued by Garr. The man who just now placed himself in Scorch’s crosshairs, standing between the fat man in the orange suit and what would have been a just punishment. ”Well Gene-traitor, Mama raised an idiot!” Scorch joked in his continuing mocking tone. and shifted the energy’s pattern, instead of firing the heat blast from his left hand, it shifted through his body and he released it from the right. This was not so that it would become o-so-impossible to dodge, but would make it harder to predict. The attack didn’t have any destructive properties, but any organic being unfortunate enough to get hit by it would feel like they were locked inside a microwave. |
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| MitsukaiNoZenkai | Mar 29 2009, 03:33 AM Post #8 |
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Garr's smile wilted just a little as he leaned to the side a little bit, and what would be to this kid's utter surprise took it full force without missing a beat. What many people didn't normally think about was the fact microwaves were a form of radiation as well as a heat source... These were two things Garr thrived on. His clothing wasn't even warmed as his magnetic field shunted the energies into his body and he returned to his original upright position with a growing smile on his wel-toned face. "Bad move, kid. You're just giving more energy to kick your ass with. And I feel sorry for your dog of a mother to have raised such an ugly little thing like you into this world. I'm sure she deserved better than the likes of you." Garr's smile widened into something that was altogether not pleasant. His canines took on the illusion of fangs; but that was just an effect of his grin. "Consider this a warning shot, you little punk," he said in a casual tone as his aim shifted downwards and he twisted his magnetic field in a violent jerk; using up the energy he'd just absorbed from that burst of microwaves. The bearing shot from his loose grip and down between the kid's legs. The shot wasn't going to hit him unless he moved his legs in a dive to one side or the other, but then again this kid didn't strike him as the brightest bulb in the house. The bearing was as full supersonic velocity; the shockwave would probably knock the kid back a few steps and when he saw the ground behind him from the impact he'd understand that Garr was dead serious about Scorch losing body parts. |
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| llagrok | Mar 29 2009, 05:13 PM Post #9 |
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Garr seemed to be pretty confident and took Scorch’s blast head on. Instead of frying him or causing the man to scream out in pain as his insides fried, he simply stood there. The god damned copper could absorb energy to boot, Quentin could not believe his horrible luck. Fortunately he didn’t know the full extent of Scorch’s abilities just yet, this could give the brotherhood member a chance to turn the odds against his opponent. It should at least be good for a surprise, and the element of surprise should never be underestimated. Instead of raising his hand and giving up, Scorch charged Garr as soon as he had absorbed the microwave blast. So he could absorb energy, there was plenty more to Quentin than his heat attacks. Both of his fists were charged to the brim with energy and, like expected, Gauss unleashed a blast in return. Energy struck Quentin, but was nothing more than an appetizer. The goading did little more than the energy attack, and was absorbed into his massive ego right away. Stick and stones. ”Haha, is that it?” Scorch laughed mockingly and attempt to get Gauss with an uppercut and then spinning around to deliver a backhand to his temple. Scorch was by no means a martial artist or an expert in boxing. He had however been fighting for several years and training every day. When it came to rumbling and street boxing, the kid had skills. |
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| MitsukaiNoZenkai | Mar 31 2009, 08:31 PM Post #10 |
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Garr had to admit, he was surprised. This kid actually had the gall to charge towards him and try to uppercut him. The gray-eyed military man danced backwards two steps to avoid both the uppercut and follow-up backhand, and with a vicious whirl on his right foot went right for Scorch's knees in a long-legged sweep. As his leg swung out, he looked at the kid and spoke quietly. "Rookie mistake, kid. Your only chance was at range." This would be a simple fight. So far this kid wasn't living up to his potential, nor was he being very smart about his approach. After all, who really charged in when your opponent was confirmed to be a mutant? |
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