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Heart Breaker (Open Event - Completed)

Post by LunaHawk » Thu Jul 26, 2018 5:59 pm

A window irised open onto a dark room, the circular floor covered in thousands of flawlessly white butterflies. In the center, bathed in light from the window stood a figure in silly purple, his hands resting on the head of a cane, his face masked in silver. He watched as a battle in a small town in Nebraska concluded, his mind and soul bathed in a flood of negative emotions, the very same flood that had opened his window.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow, it leaves the heart...in pieces. This girl has had her hopes crushed and the only thing she ever loved taken away by sanctimonious heroes. As despair gives way to rage, I gain the perfect fuel for my Akuma!" He leaned his cane against his leg and held out a hand palm up. A butterfly landed there and he placed his other hand over it, channeling rage and despair into it, the despair of a sister murdered, the rage at her killers. The butterfly turned black and he released it.

"Fly my vile Akuma and blacken her broken heart!"

The little butterfly flew through the window, it's magic transporting it so that it was outside and flying behind the swift moving transport that contained it's target. The vile pest was driven to find it's target, fueled and guided by the bonds of her overwhelmed emotions. It could not be confused, it's only vision was Myne's despair and hatred. The butterfly moved with supernatural swiftness, ignored or unseen, not treated as a threat as it reached the transport. The magical creature
landed at the rear hatch and wiggled it's way through an impossibly small gap. Once inside it darted to the prisoner.

It was not the fault of the ever diligent guards they did not pay it any mind, it was, after all, only a butterfly. It alighted on Myne's handcuffs and vanished. Myne's mind was filled with the image of the silver masked face of Stygian Moth and he began to speak words only she could hear.

"Hello Heart Breaker, I'm Stygian Moth. They took away your hopes and dreams, your desire for a better future and killed the only person you ever truly loved. The sanctimonious heroes celebrate the murder of a child and dare to speak to you of forgiveness." As he spoke he tapped into her memories of all that had happened and wielded them like a weapon to twist her mind."To think, all that could have been, all that should have been, gone and it's demise cheered. They protect the guilty, the drug Lord's and the murderers. They don't deserve your forgiveness, they don't deserve the title hero. From now on, no one should feel hope and everyone should suffer the loss of that which they loved. I will grant you the power to spread misery and despair, you will feed on what they took from you. You will have your revenge."

He smiled, it was not a kind smile. "When it turns up, someone will be wielding something called the God's Eye Stone. All I ask in return for your sweet revenge and their broken hearts is this stone. Join me, and they will rue this day!"

He could have told her the stone would be able to bring her sister back, but he didn't, he didn't care at all. She was a tool, her sister's death a helpful event...all a means to get the stone. Whoever suffered in the process, should be less terrible at living. Life wasn't fair and he would balance the scales in his favor, no matter the cost.

He grinned. It was, though he didn't think of it, ironic that his first victim suffered from the same malady that tore at him.

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Post by illirica » Thu Jul 26, 2018 6:40 pm

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The vehicle traveled along the highway. Myne supposed that it was going fast. It didn't matter, though. She kept her eyes closed, because with her eyes closed, it was easier to see her sister.

Watch her torn apart, again and again.

Hear the words, the little words from her baby sister. The one she'd raised from a toddler. The one who had always just wanted to help. She'd wanted to be a superhero, so that she could stop people from hurting innocents. So that innocent girls didn't get torn apart by the blast from some villain who couldn't even wait five seconds.

She gritted her teeth. All he'd had to do was ask. She liked to think that she wouldn't have capitulated to a threat, but she'd known what he was capable of. With Diara's life on the line... she'd have backed off. Done whatever he wanted. Gone to prison, if he liked, even if that meant leaving Diara with no one to take care of her. Now she was going to prison anyway, and Diara...

...Diara didn't need anyone to take care of her any more.

Myne watched her die, again and again, and she didn't see the little butterfly that slipped in through the gaps. The first indication that she had of it was the words that appeared in her mind:
*
"Hello Heart Breaker, I'm Stygian Moth. They took away your hopes and dreams, your desire for a better future and killed the only person you ever truly loved. The sanctimonious heroes celebrate the murder of a child and dare to speak to you of forgiveness... To think, all that could have been, all that should have been, gone and it's demise cheered. They protect the guilty, the drug Lord's and the murderers. They don't deserve your forgiveness, they don't deserve the title hero."

"From now on, no one should feel hope and everyone should suffer the loss of that which they loved. I will grant you the power to spread misery and despair, you will feed on what they took from you. You will have your revenge."
*

Darkness spread through her, and her eyes snapped open, stinging with the crystalline salt of the tears she had shed. There were no tears now, though. There was only revenge.

Her last words filtered in through her mind: "I will never forgive you." A smile touched her lips, degenerate. "Yes, Stygian Moth," she murmured, to the voice that no one else could hear. The darkness surrounded her, and she leaned forward in her seat, her gaze focusing in on the driver.

The darkness spread out from her, seeping through the sound holes drilled through the bulletproof glass between them. "Despair," she whispered, a command. Her voice dropped, soft and low, the soothing tone she had used so many nights, lulling Diara to sleep, soothing, calming. Such a reasonable tone. A tone that opened the mind and the heart, and made the person hearing it listen. "How many men and women have you driven to their deaths?" she murmured, "How many locked up behind you, carried off to a secret facility, never seen again. Do you know what happens to them? Do you know what they do there? Are they all guilty? Are you guilty? What have you done to them? What have you caused? Who are you to determine their fate?

It's all your fault. You should have known better. You could have made things better... but you chose not to. You chose to let people suffer. You chose to let people die.

It's all... your... fault."


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Post by Orph » Thu Jul 26, 2018 9:53 pm

The driver of the prisoner transport wasn't a soldier. The transport was guarded, of course, but the people doing the guarding weren't in the vehicle. The driver was just that, an exceptionally brave driver, who'd volunteered to drive a car with a dangerous villain inside of it.

As the woman's words crept into his ears, his vision clouded with visions of his family, dead and dying. His wife, the kids, ridden with a sickness that seemed to him to be hopelessness personified. Tears streamed down the driver's face silently, and in the throes of the Heart Breaker's power, he completely failed to realize that the car was tipping over, the steering wheel drifting in his weak grasp.

Even as they crashed, the van on its side, his head cracking against the reinforced windshield, the driver was still in the throes of her power, begging soundlessly for the horror to stop. Of course... it didn't.

As for the van itself, the doors keeping Myne inside wouldn't open. That would have been a comical ineptitude of design. However, with the vehicle immobile, it would be easy for a recently-empowered villain to break them open, using her new abilities.

Some distance away, but close enough that they could see what had transpired, the Icarus Black Squad prepared themselves for a fight.
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Post by Aeros » Thu Jul 26, 2018 10:31 pm

Part of Brock’s big “Tour of the United States” he’d made for himself involved visiting every capitol of each state, regardless of how unassuming or downright boring those cities might be. Lincoln was, at least in LaVerne’s mind, a place he didn’t consider to die for. But here he was, in a diner on the outskirts at God-knows-what-time when a headline flashed along those giant televisions they had nowadays. Big red text, too— it was urgent, and the picture that the telly was painting was not a pretty one.

Resurrected animals killing an entire city and here he was, eating apple pie and sweet-talking a waitress like he got an Honorable Discharge from a shot-off toe.

”Sorry— you’re a bombshell, lady, but I gotta get the hell outta dodge.”

Brock snatched the golden helmet from its place upon the counter and sprinted outside, flying into the air and towards the direction of Ashfall.

...only he didn’t know where the hell the damn place was.

He must’ve gotten turned around somewhere because by the time he finally got there, the only evidence of a fight there were the clouds of ash that’d settled onto the ground, emergency services, and blood. A whole lot of it. The sight didn’t sit well with Brock, who at this point had caught the glare of headlights deep in the horizon; figuring that he had nothing better to do, the aviator shot off into the air from his spot upon a random roof and towards the vehicle; and as the containment truck spun off the side of the road and flipped onto its side, Brock disengaged his propulsion and fell to the earth, reactivating a few moments before he’d hit the ground to give him a last-minute brake. Contrail’s boots touched the ground and he slowly made his way to the armored vehicle.

No. Something ain’t right. Trouble’s brewing, I can feel it.

”Everyone alright in there?” The war hero called out tentatively, boosting himself onto the exposed left side of the van and trying the driver’s door handle in an attempt to open it.

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Post by illirica » Thu Jul 26, 2018 11:36 pm


The vehicle flipped over into the ditch, denting its exterior and killing the engine. It didn't seem to kill the driver, but he was lost in his own despair. Heart Breaker gave him a smile, unbuckling her seat belt and trying the door, which didn't budge. She glared at it - she was not going to be stopped from revenge by a door. She twisted her body in the seat, leaning back to kick a foot through the cuffs that bound her hands, breaking them apart into dark bracelets. The door still opposed her: Heart Breaker gave it a solid kick, and watched it fly off of its hinges. She jumped out of the van, watching it catch fire behind her.

The driver was still inside, caught within a horror-dream, blood streaming from his head onto the windowpane. There wasn't nearly enough of it. No. Not like when her sister had died. Blood had carpeted the ground, and what right did this nobody have to deserve any less? Let him die. Let his blood rain down from the sky. Let his loved ones feel the BURN of his absence. Let them hear all the words he would never say again, and know what it was to break, to lose.

And when they had suffered enough, let them die and pass it along. Outward and onward, in ever-widening circles.

She stood on the ground, fire behind her and darkness within, and walked forward.


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Behind her, she took note of the man who was trying to open the door. Oh, yes. She knew what he was. A hero. Here to save the day. Here to protect those that could not protect themselves. She laughed, high and maniacal, her freedom escaping its restraints. Let him try to save the man inside. What harm could it do? He could-

-try to break the window, but the glass was reinforced, and even superhuman strength rebounded against it. Contrail slammed his elbow against it again, but it still refused to budge. The back door was open, where the woman had slipped out, but there was bullet-proof glass between the back seat and the front as well. He tried the handle, harder this time in his fury, and it came off in his hand. Inside the vehicle, the driver stirred, smearing his blood against the window as he moved his head, moaning groggily to himself. He looked around, dazed for a moment, blinking at the sudden light of the sun...

...no, not the sun. The fire, and it was all around, crawling under the hood, crawling up towards the engine, the fuel lines. He shocked himself awake at the view, a bright spot of fresh blood spattering from his head wound like a solar flare, and turned to try the door. It refused to open, and he looked through the window, shock and horror appearing in his eyes as he saw the handle in Contrail's hand. The hero was supposed to save him, and yet the hero could do nothing but bang helplessly on the door as the fires raged closer and the fuel lines caught, and the whole thing exploded, metal raining outward and the sickly-sweet scent of charred flesh from the driver that had moments ago been alive, now nothing more than twisted, blackened remains.

Because sometimes the heroes didn't win. Sometimes they just made it worse. Worse for the people they should have been protecting. Too obsessed with their enemies, too obsessed with themselves, and it was others who paid the price. What kind of hero was he, when he could stand there and watch a man-


-die if he wanted to.

She wasn't going to save anyone else.




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Post by Orph » Thu Jul 26, 2018 11:55 pm

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From inside his Icarus-made vehicle, half-car and half-tank, the Chariot, Abaddon glanced at the vehicles beside him. His car was his alone, but the behemoths next to him were troop-carriers. Inside each was a full complement of his personally-trained Black Squad. Atop one was a mounted containment-foam turret. He'd insisted on the precautions. If the woman inside that truck could summon enough monsters to try and wipe out hundreds of people, it seemed likely she would be able to escape confinement, as well.

The moment the van tipped over, they accelerated, highway speeding past as they closed the gap between where they'd been and the now-crashed vehicle. The road itself was cleared, a story about maintenance released to the public. No civilians for this crazy-woman to hurt.

As they approached, the Black Phantom relayed his plan to the team. When they were close enough, the car with the turret would accelerate past Myne, past the wrecked prisoner transport, and turn, slowing to a stop. As long as it was, if it turned horizontally, it would effectively block that half of the highway. On the other side, the gun-less car would perform the same maneuver, trapping Myne in an enclosed pace of a few hundred yards, with them.

As for the Chariot... Abaddon had felt sure that executing the terrorist was the safest option, rather than imprisonment, and now that a person was dead, he wasn't fighting to capture. His intent was to ram the massive car directly into Myne, and break every bone in her body.
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Post by Contingency » Fri Jul 27, 2018 12:19 am

It was hot and she was in the middle of no where, atleast that is what Angela D'arc thought as she walked along the edge of the highway after getting dropped there by one of Blake Wong's associates "Calling in a favor she says, it'll be quick she says" Angela mumbled with some annoyance and brought her hands up to her face to block some incoming sunlight Something up ahead? Angela's curiosity peeked but she remained in her depowered physical form, not really in the mood to get into a fight but that didn't mean she wouldn't go investigate what was going on.
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Post by Aeros » Fri Jul 27, 2018 12:39 am

The situation was deteriorating.

With the handle broken off in Contrail’s hand, he could do little more than try to break the window in a last-ditch effort to save the man— a task that was becoming more and more difficult by the second with the sudden onset of flames. The aviator pounded at the window, cracking it once.

The inferno raged around his hands, heating them with false flames.

Still, there was barely a dent made in the viewport.

”C’mon. Come on,” Brock muttered to himself, cocking his fist back and slamming it into the window once more. Small webs of weakness spidered from the large crack down the center of the glass, confirming LaVerne’s small, but eventual, success. Still, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of doubt, a semblance of guilt for not arriving here sooner to save the screaming man he so futilly attempted to save. The screams rang within Contrail’s helmet as the fire only grew in intensity, raging around his flight suit as he slammed punch after punch off the seemingly indestructable window—

A crash preceded the wave of fire that washed over him, singing clothes despite their apparent heat resistance. Still, he felt no pain, feared no death at his apparent demise.

Opening his eyes once more, the unconscious body of the man lay broken in the cabin of the transport van. Fire licked at the insides of the vehicle, the heat rolling out the now-broken window— but not intense enough to warrant the inferno he thought he’d seen. Was his mind playing tricks on him? Just what the hell was happening?

You’re tired. Distraught. Get your head in the God-damn game, Brock, or more people are going to die.

Realizing that he’d been delaying, LaVerne jumped inside the transport van and quickly shielded the man’s body from the growing flame; realizing that the window was much too small to fit both of them out in a short enough time, Brock resorted to kicking the reinforced windshield. The already compromised glass cracked once, then twice, then shattered completely, allowing Contrail to push the man’s body through the small opening he’d made before jumping out himself. He could have sworn he saw a charred corpse laying upon the grass— but, after a double-take, the man’s bruised and slightly-singed body confirmed that he might yet still be alive.

He could only hope.

Kneeling down upon the grass, Brock picked up the driver’s body and set off into the air, touching down a small distance away and setting the man upon the grass before rocketing back towards the crash.

Get a grip, Brock. Something ain’t right.

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Post by Saya » Fri Jul 27, 2018 1:29 am

A tormented soul was lashing out, it's essence seeping deeper into despair. However, it was an unnatural degradation of the soul, corrupted by an outside force. She'd felt it happen to herself, and now she was watching it take place once more. This degree of wrath was followed by the creation of an equally powerful Mononoke. If that woman died this day, she was sure that a demon would emerge from her corpse. A demon that she would then be tasked to slay. While Saya had no invested interest in the woman's plans for revenge, one thing was clear, she could not die. Not until the Shadow Samurai discovered what had caused the quality of her soul to plummet so fast.

Entering the field with no fanfare or grand entrance she simply appeared to emerge from thin air. Her hand resting on her pommel as she observed the scene. The transport vehicle had been toppled and set ablaze, the culprit the woman with the blackened heart. She appeared to be handling the situation quite well, however, she was outnumbered. As several tank-like vehicles sped towards her with one seeking to hit her directly. A problem to be sure, but one Saya was confident the woman could handle. Besides if she couldn't even stop the car then whatever Mononoke she released would hardly be a challenge. Saya was also wary of how the woman might react to an "ally" there was a decent chance she'd attack anyone she saw, something that could be avoided by simply keeping some distance between them.

Instead, she turned on one of the cars seeking to drive past the van and block the road. Her hand taking a solid grasp of the Suiteki Blade's hilt. She breathed in and drew. The moment light touched the polished blade the entire sword began to glow. A bright bluish white, one that seemed far too pure for a demon to wield. Her body disappearing momentarily, Saya appeared next to the turret mounted vehicle her strike mid-swing. Before with one fluid motion, her blade would pass through the air and seek to split the chassis in two. Cleaving through both the driver and whoever was in the passenger seat before separating the front half from the back.

As soon as the job was done the blade would twinkle once more before being promptly resheathed, ensuring it was once again at the ready.


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Post by illirica » Fri Jul 27, 2018 6:23 pm

The 'hero' saved the day. Or, at least, the driver. Ah, well. So much for that fantasy. Maybe he'd bleed out in the grass while all the important people were too busy fighting to save him. Heart Breaker was wondering if she should expedite the process, when the growl of vehicles thundered up the road. Not just ordinary vehicles, either, they were the large, troop-carrying armed-and-armored sort that suggested that they were heading somewhere to deal with some sort of meta-incident. Probably another 'hero' killing more children in the next city.

One of the vehicles stopped before it reached her, turning to block off the highway as another sped past. Ah. So this was the incident. How flattering! If they had bothered to take an interest in anything she'd been doing a decade ago, they could have saved Ashfall City. They could have saved her sister. But no, Diara wasn't important. And the people in the cars were too late to save her. They didn't actually want to save anyone. They just wanted to stop villains.

They'd be so proud of themselves if they managed it. Ribbons and medals and congratulations, promotions, celebrations with their families. She could see the dream as the turreted car rushed past, a vision held up like some paragon of hope, pretending it was attainable. It wasn't, though. She grabbed at it with the darkness, and pulled it away, crushing it into the ground. She was far stronger than some foolish hope could ever be. Let them dream, though. She'd turn every one of them into a nightmare.

The noise of an engine accelerating caught her attention, the third of the vehicles - much smaller than the others, but still built on the same destructive 'defense' scale. It was headed directly for her. Heart Breaker smiled, and waited for it to draw near. Once it was close enough, she took a step forward and jumped onto the hood of the car, the darkness absorbing the shock. Oh, now, that was lovely. She had never been that indestructible before.

If her sister had been that indestructible, they wouldn't be here, now, would they? But no, her sister had just been a normal girl, a child, and the 'heroes' had murdered her. She turned, sketching a circle in the air with her hand, the darkened bracelet of the handcuff she wore trailing a black line in the space as she executed it. A symbol followed, and the circle spun out onto the ground, flattening itself into a portal. Two of the huge barrel-bodied rhinoceroses lumbered out of the hole, pawing at the pavement and leveling themselves toward the vehicle that had stopped at the far edge of the highway.

She turned just in time to see a woman with a blade lash out at the other. Well, now, that was interesting. Who did she think she was? Did she think she was a hero? All heroes deserved to die. All heroes deserved to suffer. Yet, tactically speaking, that one could wait until the others were dealt with. For now, Heart Breaker left her alone, though she expected the woman would betray her at the earliest convenient moment. That was, after all, what Heart Breaker intended to do to her.

For now, she had other things to deal with. Other heroes. Who were they trying to save this time? There weren't any innocent people out here for them to murder, after all. No, it was just her. That was good. She wouldn't have to worry about bothersome things like having to be the ethical one. "Hello there," she said, conversationally, if there were any chance that the driver of the car she was crouched atop could hear her. "Do you think you're a hero? Would you like to 'save' someone?"

"Would you like to-


-come speeding in with his car, his sights set ahead on the rampaging villain. He had to move fast, of course - so fast, because that was the only way to stop someone. There was no time to slow down. No time to ask questions, no time to look around and see what else might be important. There was only time to hit the acceleration and try to reach the villain before any more damage was done.

The car sped down the highway, and there was a heavy, wet
thunk from the right front bumper. For a moment, just a moment, he took his eyes off the goal. Just long enough to see the soccer ball bounce away into the distance, and the corpse of a little boy tumble under the vehicle. Outside the window, people screamed at what they had just seen. The villain was a far away thing, at the edge of the street. The corpse of a child was right here and right now.

What kind of hero could-

"-kill a child?"





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