[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape.   Posted by Damocles23.Group: 0
Damocles23
 GM, 17 posts
Tue 13 Sep 2016
at 18:46
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
What if I told you that the world was gonna end
And you had fifteen minutes to spend with me or your friends
Would you take the first bus over to my house
Or would you take the last plane over the West Coast?


L.A. is quiet as a city like L.A. can be.

One of the greatest supervillains that ever plagued North America, The Spinster, was finally taken down. Twitter, Facebook, Youtube are still on fire after that day and now more than ever, anyone wearing a cape feels on top of the world.

Heroes are on the rise, quickly becoming an internet sensation if they find a cool gimmick...And a power vacuum like the one that The Spinster left has a lot of ambitious baddies wanting one slice of that cake.

Stijn Vors III is one of those guys. The ambitious young magnate has been invited to a party hosted by fellow magnate (and total scumbag) Valentine Preminger. The industrial holds something buried deep beneath the earth in the vault of the expensive skyscraper he bought for the occasion.

La creme de la creme of the city is there.

Including the team Vors has assembled just for the occasion...

[OOC: It's a bit of in medias res beginning but worry not. Once in a while we'll get some flashbacks of you preparing the plan, like in heist movie.]
Stijn Vors III - Leapfrog
 player, 7 posts
Tue 13 Sep 2016
at 21:09
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
When Stijn Vors III heard that the Preminger twat was having some kind of cocktail party, he knew it was the perfect time to lighten his not-so-secret vault of its contents. The spoils of the theft, oddly enough, mattered little to Stijn. Rather, he had assembled a crew, and he wanted to see them in action. Preminger had the misfortune of being an easy target at the perfect moment.

The young man sipped his glass of bourbon slowly, scanning the room intently. Vors watched as Aisha and Tara got into position. Both ladies surely looked like they belonged at the party, their beautiful gowns clinging to their forms as they made their way through the crowd. Money well spent, Stijn congratulated himself as he found his own position.

The others would arrive soon. They would create a distraction under the auspice of robbing the partygoers. Meanwhile, Stijn and company would slink away and use the scene to get down to the vault and empty its contents.

Vors turned to face the room overall, his back against a bar. Pulling the drink up to his lips again, he whispered into his cufflink, "In position."
Arctica
 player, 18 posts
 Being bad feels so Good.
Tue 13 Sep 2016
at 22:14
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
Arctica looked out at the twinkling lights of the city. They were kinda pretty, she thought to herself. As she stood there wind teased at the few lose strands of her silver hair that was not done up in her fancy, if not unusual, hair style. "This place is always hot even with the wind..." She muttered to herself. Artica was wearing her black clothes that would be suited for, at least, slightly colder areas. Her ice blue eyes then traveled over to the skyscraper they were to be targeting. It was just another gaudy building built to lord over all those who could not achieve such greatness. It will be nice to take the inhabitants and those flashy enough to visit such a building down a peg or two.

In her ear she heard Vors saying he was 'in position'. That also meant the other girls were down there in the party as well. She could not have been at the party, could she? No her style did not fit what would be acceptable in the high society. It irked her a bit, like when the popular girls at the school teased her about her gothic like wear. Arctica stepped up on the ledge. She was standing on top of a smaller building next to the Skyscrapper. This allowed her a decent view of the party. "Da, I am ready as well." She says with her Russian accent. At least she was given the role to cause chaos. Though she would like a shot at a safe or locked door. Still could'nt she do the same thing if she was on the inside first? Oh well she would make a grand entrance... Arctica thought with a smile. She reach out her hand and a rose made of ice started growing from her palm. "Now just to wait for the word go." She said as she stood ready on ledge unafraid of the height or falling.
Tara Kim
 player, 11 posts
Tue 13 Sep 2016
at 23:23
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
In a ladies room far from the party center, two identical Tara's sat looking bored.  One received the message from the transmitter in her earring, and whatever she heard was instantly known by both her duplicate in the ladies room and the other one on the dance floor. Such mental communication made the Tara on the floor virtually undetectable by surveillance technology.

"I'm bored," one of the Taras said at last.

"That goes double for me," the other said.

"You're so not funny."

"No, but I am bored. Why does she get to have the fun? I think she just got felt up by Chris Pratt."

"And what good does it do us? I'm the one with the phone!" the Tara waved her phone for emphasis.

"Why is it in here? Why go to a party like this if you can't take selfies?"

The Tara with the phone responded by taking a series of overhead duckface shots.  "Stijn thought it wouldn't look right with her Vera Wang.  And the three of us would tip everyone off that we were here.  Apparently, three identical Asians stand out like a sore thumb, but one Asian on her own looks exactly like every other Asian."

"That's stupid."

"You're stupid."

"No more stupid than you."

"That's pretty stupid."

The Taras giggle, then take a selfie together.  Then they sigh and say "I'm bored" in unison.  Only when things got crazy would 2/3 of the Taras get to make an appearance.  They secretly hoped things went south and they would get to combine. Growing to giant size down here would definitely bring down the skyscraper above them. Tara had never actually destroyed a skyscraper, but it was on her to-do list.

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Meanwhile, the third Tara made small talk with a man who claimed to be a director. It was only after he had her boxed into a corner that he revealed that he made documentaries.  Tara looked for an escape, believing that getting mauled by the latest Hollywood hunk would be preferable to listening to Mr. Social Conscience drone on about his latest climate change film.  Her eyes briefly met those of Aisha. Her teammate would be no help. They could not show that they knew each other until they got the "go" signal. She scanned the crowd for Stijn. He was nowhere to be seen, but Tara knew that he was certain to be close by, taking everything in.  She scratched her right ear, the arranged sign that she had gotten the mental signal from her "sisters."
Aisha McInnnis - Kumoti
 player, 6 posts
Wed 14 Sep 2016
at 03:07
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
In this day and age Aisha thought, back tie affairs were for either overly pretentious or overly bored.  While it was a fantastic excuse to dress up--and who didn't like flowing drape?--so much of it was social jockeying.

Aisha had to look like one of the drones...  but at least she could do it with style.  Silver was her color.  She wore a classic off-the-shoulder affair with a corseted waistline and a flared A-line skirt, accents of midnight blue on her shoulder, her waist and the hem of her skirt.  With her decollatage pushing it's own boundaries, she was certain few people were looking at her face.

Aisha had drawn one full circle of the floor before getting the signal.  She'd feigned amusement and interest once or twice, but largely stayed aloof.   She'd thought to remain haughty and distant to allow her to get to business, but apparently, the quiet disinterest only served to goad some people to greater heights of ardor.  Jesus, it was like she was in a reality show for the Bachelorette, but nobody had bothered to tell her she was the star.

Her current stalker was a crew-cut blonde man who looked far to prep-school.  Brad zipperman or zipperhead something.  He wore a tailored classic black tuxedo with a cerulean blue handkerchief in the pocket.  His cufflinks also sported accents of the same blue set against a backing of gold.   He moved with the sort of arrogant grace of one who expected women to fall at his feet.

While he'd probably be good for a fat wallet, that wasn't what Aisha was out for tonight.  Besides... he sported the old-school IBM big-blue sipperhead look all too well.  Besides, Aisha didn't pick random targets.  She'd learned that lesson well.

She'd sent Brad the zipeprhead to get her a drink she had no intention of partaking of.  She'd hoped to lose him, but he seemed dogged in his determination.  He came up again, slipped a glass of white wine into her hand and leaned in to whisper something, when Vors noted he was in position.

Aisha had no idea what he'd said--the zipperhead--but she laughed anyway, a flighty, daft, airhead sound that made her wince inside.She flicked her hair back, smiled and played with her hearing...

"I'm glad you came out tonight.  You're easily the most interesting person here."  Zipperhead said.

Aisha coughed slightly.  Maybe a little bit of bile in her throat.  But she laughed again.  "Yeah... me too."  Her eyes widened as she thought how that might be misinterpreted.  "I mean, you're very interesting too...  What was it you said you did again?  She stopped herself from rolling her eyes, as the zipeprhead launched into the intricacies of day-trading...
Damocles23
 GM, 21 posts
Wed 14 Sep 2016
at 05:36
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
Three Hours Ago...

The holographic map showed the crew the bowels of the building down to the ground. The vault was a total mystery, encased in pure titanium, protected by an intricate maze of safe doors, cameras and guards. It didn't matter for the crew: Just the rumor of it made them shudder at the thought. The Earth Wound they called it...The ultimate planet exploiting artifact. Whatever it meant, it was trouble...

Back in the party...

The director drunkenly takes a few steps towards the third Tara, his hand weakly trying to grab her from her dress. He only grasps the thin air as he dissolves into a smarmy giggle. "Would you...Would you believe I got not one but two supers here? I mean, not just there at the party, for my movie I mean! Bona fide Capes, born and raised in California! You could be...I 'unno, the romantic lead. I hope that Sir Phee likes women, though..."

At the bar, Vors is approached by a man that, the moment he takes a few steps, it's like a movie slowing down to make the audience realize of the iportance of the moment. That and his crowd of sycophants contribute to the effect. He wears on his shoulder the fur of an animal never seen before, has a well groomed buzzcut with an elegant gooatee and wears a pair of sunglasses, even in the middle of the night. The man smirks: "Enjoying the party?"

This message was last edited by the GM at 19:55, Wed 14 Sept 2016.

Lex Farris - Vial
 player, 14 posts
 Biochemistry
 Science Villain
Wed 14 Sep 2016
at 06:08
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
Vial stood on the roof of their target, looking over the edge toward the roof that Arctica was situated on. Having the girls on the line was an uncomfortable distraction, but he could put it out of mind well enough. It was a simple matter of focusing on the male teammates that he was in communication with. Specifically, their leader. "Vial, in position."

At this point, it was just a matter of waiting on Expando to deal with... Vial's expression furrowed into a frown that was visible despite the bloodstained white cloth that hid his face. He'd been assigned to take out the room with the security cameras before their big entrance or something like that, hadn't he? Vial had recommended giving him a job that would let him indulge the needs of his powers, but he couldn't recall the details. He'd been a bit distracted trying to avoid getting caught in one of Tara's selfies after he'd aired the recommendation.

Vial wasn't sure what sort of future he could expect with this team, but he was pretty sure that his interactions with Tara would make the news sooner rather than later. Possibly the National Guard.
Damocles23
 GM, 24 posts
Wed 14 Sep 2016
at 10:08
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
Cameras are placed at the party itself for the guests' safety but according to the building layout from the briefing, the true surveillance starts right after the stairs for the floor below.
Woodrow Jarvis - Expando (II)
 player, 11 posts
 Killer clown in training
 ...by the cops.
Wed 14 Sep 2016
at 18:09
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
In a stairwell, three giant chickens in maintenance uniforms made their way downward. They had to go slowly because Woody needed to concentrate on the 'spell' disguising them, else the illusion would either fail or become real, and nobody wanted to go through the grief of being poultry. Again. The kid might have his old man's powers, but even with last night's sacrifice of Sgt. Thomas Woodward his grasp on them was tenuous at best.

With luck, the Chicken Boo imitation might actually get them past security without having to use police training that only the two henchclowns had, not Expando. Maybe. Knowing this kid, that would turn into a P.J. Maybe at the drop of a hat if he got spooked, or change the scene to something that looked like it was made by Sid & Marty Krofft.
Tara Kim
 player, 14 posts
Wed 14 Sep 2016
at 19:50
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
Tara nimbly ducks out of the way of the director's pass, taking care not to appear too nimble. She looks casually for an escape and realizes that her way is still blocked. Five more minutes of this clown, and she might consider a lunge at a fire alarm and to hell with the plan.

She forces a smile as she contemplates an exit strategy. "Real capes? No-one famous, I assume? I heard that the A-listers can't even go outside without being mobbed by fans and paparazzi."  Living the dream, she thought. She had never heard of this Sir Phee, but he and his partner might be an unnecessary complication.

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"Yeah, I got it," one of the Taras told the other. Fond as they were of their phone, nothing beat a mental link for rapid communication.  She speaks into her own mouthpiece. "Hey cats and kittens. There are at least two capes on the dance floor. Looks like this party might not be totally lame after all. Anybody ever hear of a lame-o named Sir Phee?"
Damocles23
 GM, 28 posts
Wed 14 Sep 2016
at 20:08
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
In reply to Tara Kim (msg # 10):

"If they were paparazzi or s-shtuff, it wouldn't be an elite party, deary." Tara's admirer didn't even notice of her "escape attempt". The fumes of the alcohol did their job. "I mean, if it weren't Little Buster couldn't get away with that!" At the center of the rooftop there's a decorative fountain that a twenty something girl, now wearing nothing but her skin, a long scepter and a tiara, decided to turn into an impromptu bathtub. "Wooohoooo!" The girl said.

Meanwhile, Woody's henchmen manage to slip by mostly unnoticed. There a couple others mantainance men around an elevator, talking with a burly guard in a suit.
Damocles23
 GM, 30 posts
Thu 15 Sep 2016
at 05:21
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
The roll was enough to know that Sir Phee is an high profile superhero of California. They identify at genderfluid and that actually boosted their career, apart from their professionality. Among their powers there are flight, boosted toughness due to a power armor generated from their skin and control of electricty. Tough cookie. Thanks to the infos provided, you can actually spot them at the party. They are a person of indetermined gender and asian descent wearing a tux.

This message was last edited by the GM at 06:41, Thu 15 Sept 2016.

Lex Farris - Vial
 player, 17 posts
 Biochemistry
 Science Villain
Thu 15 Sep 2016
at 06:37
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
"I did!" Vial immediately cringed as he realized that came off as too enthusiastic. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Shift mental gears, direct words to Leapfrog. When Vial spoke again, he was much more composed than he'd been. "Sir Phee's a flying tank with eletrokinesis. He's one of the tougher ones, but a blunt instrument by my estimation. Depending on who the other hero is, I recommend that Expando blitz Sir Phee."
Arctica
 player, 28 posts
 Being bad feels so Good.
Thu 15 Sep 2016
at 08:12
[IC] Part One: Live Fast, Die Young, Leave a Pretty Cape
Arctica paced along the ledge of the building. She rolled her eyes a bit at all the chatter she heard over the comms but then she stopped as she heard about the supers in the party. "Bez truda, ne vitashish i ribku iz pruda." She says to herself with a smile. Arctica felt a bit excited about an opportunity to fight another super. "Flying tank eh? We can see how he takes an ice spike through the back before he knows whats going on." She says over the comm in her accent.

The air around her started to become cold and a light mist started to come from her hands. "This does not change any of the plans, Da?"   It would still be three on one or at least 3 on 2. "Really Vial? You want the Jinx to take him on? You just like talking to the boys." She said a bit teasing Vial.