Post by Nicolas Mclendon on May 31, 2015 20:43:58 GMT
"C'mon c'mon! Where is it already?" Nicolas Mclendon muttered as he impatiently paced by the door of his new apartment. Despite the fact that he could be doing something important like unpacking and actually moving in, (he still had cardboard boxes filled with his belongings stacked all around his new home) he kept his attention fixated on his door. He was so fixated on it that at the slightest possibility that someone might be outside he would rush over to the door and peer out of it's peephole like an overly excited child. He would then groan in disappointment that no one was there and collapse on his couch face first for a while before he got up to pace about again. This cycle of impatience, excitement, and disappointment continued for a few hours till he finally heard the knock at his door he was waiting for..."
"Coming!" The young man called out as he shot up from his couch and began to clamber for the door. He plowed through a few boxes and hopped over others as he made what he thought would be his quickest route to the door. Upon reaching his destination he would yank open the door in a flash. Standing before him was a rather tired looking turtle Zoanthrope. In his hands rest a cardboard package (the one that Nicolas had been so eagerly awaiting for) and a tablet with a stylus attached."Hi there!" Nicolas said, greeting the postal worker with bright smile. "How are you?" He'd ask trying to be polite...
"Are you Mr. Mclendon?" the postal worker, clearly not feeling up for pleasantries, curtly responded. Given his our disposition it was clear he was either having a bad day or that he had no business working customer service...
"Please, it's Nicolas. Mr. Mclendon was my father." Nicolas said with a goofy grin trying to lighten the turtle's mood. All he got in response was a disinterested sniff and a blank stare...
"...Riiiggghhhttt. Just sign here." The turtle yawned, not caring for the young man's attempt at humor as he handed him over a tablet which requested Nicolas' signature. Chuckling a bit awkwardly Nicolas hastily scribbled his signature for the turtle. As soon as Nicolas finished signing the turtle would hand him the box. "Thank you for using Hermes Express. Have a nice day." He grumbled, his well wishes clearly forced, as he slowly shambled off...
His bad attitude didn't affect Nicolas in the slightest however. He was far too giddy and excited about his prize. Retreating back in to his apartment he would quickly rush to a nearby table and tear open the cardboard box. "This is it! The last piece to the costume..." He said to himself in awe as he held the black spandex under suit up so he could get a better look at it. "It's finally coming together...I'm really going to do it..." He laughed softly to himself as he lowered the suit down, a soft smile crept on his face...
With a growing sense of purpose Nicolas would go into his room with the suit in hand. Once getting in he'd move to his closet and pull out a smaller unmarked box that seemed hidden in the back. As he opened it he'd be greeted to the sight of his reflective gold visor nestled atop the remainder of his costume that he had put together. With a smile he'd fold the spandex and place it in the box with the now complete set. A wave of nervousness and excitement washed over him in a potent mix of emotion as he realized that his dream was one step closer to fruition
"I'm really going to do it.... I'm gonna be a hero."
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A few hours later, Â would streak across the sky in full costume for the first time. "Wooohoo! This is great!" Nicolas laughed out as he shot through the sky like a bullet. He was filled to the core with absolute joy as his ki freely propelled him through the air with dazzling golden trail. In one instant he was flying high above the clouds, the next his fingers were dipping into sea as he cut across the ocean. The feeling of freedom he felt was indescribable and he relished in it...
Flying wasn't new to him, in fact he had flown a few times before but in order to keep his secret power hidden he had to remain low and out of sight. He may as well have been grounded. This was the first time he really got to feel the wind in his face and the first time he felt completely comfortable using his powers. The costume he wore felt...Right... He didn't have to worry about endangering anyone or worrying anyone with what he was planning to do. He could just freely do what he felt was right. This unrestrained freedom was all thanks to the costume he wore. Though, he knew full well that being a super hero wasn't all just dressing up and flying around. He still felt he had a responsibility to protect the innocent and fight for justice...
Remembering this he made his way back to the city, though by the time he had gotten back it was already getting dark...
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Meanwhile, in the streets below, the old Hermes Express employee was slowly making his way home after his abysmal shift. He was tired and grouchy, (as he typically was.) Due to this he was not really paying too much attention which caused him to deviate from his normal route home. Without realizing it, the old turtle had taken a wrong turn in a less than reputable part of town...
"Hey! Old man!" A voice called out to him. The turtle merely grumbled a dismissive response as he kept shambling along but stopped as a rather lanky, scruffy looking man with sunken in eyes and a few nasty scars stood in his way. The turtle grunted, turning around only to see a group of six other thugs blocking his way. He glanced back only to see that five more men filled in the gaps beside the scruffy man in front of him. He was trapped in the center of a ruthless gang of thugs and criminals.
"Y'know it's not nice to ignore someone when they talk to ya Old Man." The leader of the thugs: a towering alligator Zoanthrope with tattoos carved in his scales, spat as he took a step forward. "We were just gonna ask you for a little cash... Bus fare, for the twelve of us..." He sneered, as he glared down at the old turtle before him.
"Yeah! Bus fare!" One of the smaller gang members cackled causing the other members to laugh along with him.
But now since you so rudely ignored me, I think were gonna take our 'bus fare' and teach you a little lesson in respect." The alligator hissed as he clenched his fists, his knuckles loudly popping in response. As the old man looked about: a feeling of pure, electric, fear snaked up his spine which caused him to tremble. His naturally sour glower was replaced with a bug eyed stare. With a quivering lip the old turtle would squeak before crying out one simple word...
"HEEEELLLLPPPPP!!!!"
"No one's coming to save you now Old Man!" The scruffy man cried out as he wound up to take the first punch. Before said punch could land however, a blur of black, gold, and white would appear before him. "What the fu-" He snapped before being cut off by a gloved fist to his jaw. The thug yelled out, teeth falling out of his mouth while his vision filled with stars. With a single blow was knocked off his feet and sent rolling backward.
"What was...You! Who the hell do you think you are?!" The alligator roared as he looked to the costumed newcomer standing before the group and in front of the old man. Nicolas smirked softy, satisfied that his punch was enough to knock out the attacker. He then moved towards the leader, pointing a finger at him in response to his demanding question...
"Who do I think I am? Why, it's simple really!" He grinned, speaking in an overly dramatic (and a bit cartoony) 'hero' voice. "I am a champion of justice! A hero for the innocent! Cap-"
"I don't give a shit! Kill him boys!" The alligator yelled snapping his jaws as the other thugs yelled out, moving to attack him at the command. Introductions would have to wait, Nicolas had to make sure to protect the old man!
"You're goin down you costumed freak!" The first thug jeered coming at him bare handed with his fists at the ready. He laughed out as he threw a flurry of jabs towards Nicolas' face. Though Nicolas easily blocked them by shielding his face with his arms. Seeing Nicolas' gut was open the fist fighter tried to send a knee to his gut but was stopped as Nicolas suddenly slammed his shoulder and elbow into him. The man coughed out as the force of a car slamming into him removed the air from his lungs and caused him to roll over in pain.
Nicolas stood up as two more men came at him from both sides. Wanting to emulate something he saw in a movie once Nicolas grabbed the sides of their heads and bonked them together knocking them both out rather easily. "Heh this is cake!" Nicolas taunted, dusting off his gloves, not noticing that a one of the thugs had managed to get between him and the old man during the scuffle.
The man grinned darkly as he pulled out a knife and readied to stab Nicolas in the back as he was busy taunting the others. The old man blinked as he noticed the flash of steel. "Watch it son!" The turtle cried out to Nicolas as he shoved the knife wielder.
"What the hell?!" The man grunted as he was shoved aside stumbling lightly. His attention snapped to the turtle as he pointed his knife at him. "I'm gonna bleed ya you BastARGHHH!" He coughed, as he suddenly felt Nicolas' gloved fist slam into his gut. With a choked gasp he would fall to his knees before falling face first to the ground.
Nicolas smiled, and gave the turtle a dramatic thumbs up as he turned to face him. "Thanks citizen! Though you should get on out of here, the path should be clear for you now!" He said noticing that one of the exits was cleared. The Hermes Express worker nodded gratefully before turning and (possibly moving as fast as he ever had) ran to safety.
The leader watched as half of his gang was taken out nearly effortlessly by a costumed maniac and began to panic and fume with anger all at once. As his rage boiled over he would notice his original prey starting to slip away. "Nah Gramps...You aint gettin away that easily!" The gator hissed as he pulled out a pistol from his waistband. He readied his gun, aiming for the back of the fleeing turtles head. He was going to shoot him dead.
Nicolas however saw this and fired a bolt of golden ki towards the alligator's hand. The searing heat and intense pain of the energy bolt caused the leader to drop his gun without firing as he recoiled in agony. "WHAT THE HELL?! W-WHAT THE HELL!!! KILL THIS FUCKING FREAK!" He roared to his remaining gang.
Nicolas' attention was cut from the leader however as he felt the cold sting of steel chain rap across his face from a chain whip. He staggered, not so much at the pain (which was thankfully not as bad as he was expecting) but rather at the fact that he was hit. Taking advantage of his stumble, the biggest of the gang would come up behind him with a wooden baseball bat and slam it against his back, splintering it.
Nicolas was knocked forward, the sting of the bat being slightly more than he was expecting before taking another whip to the face. Forcing him back once more "D-Dang you two are persistent!" He spat, feeling more pain than he had in a long while. As the thug with the whip came at him a third time though Nicolas caught the chain and took hold of it firmly.
"...But even the most persistent of evils falls in the end!" He said before taking the chain in both hands and pulling it away from it's owner. In a flash he would tie the chain around the arms of the much bigger thug behind him.
"Wha? Hey!" The big dumb brute muttered as he tried to pull away from his binds. Nicolas smirked however as
he began to yank on the whip. "H-Hey! Leggo! B-Boss! Help!" The brute cried out. Though his boss could only watch in horror at what Nicolas was doing.
With a mighty yell Nicolas would start to swing around in a circle. The tied up brute, being dragged along with the whip would start to lift of the ground. The gang watched in fear as their biggest friend was lifted from the ground as Nicolas twirled around with him. They were so shocked that they had no idea what was coming next. By taking a step forward Nicolas effectively began to use the chained up brute as flail, the helpless gang member being forced slam into his own friends like he was some sort of weapon.
When all the remaining members were on the ground from being struck by their brutish friend Nicolas would slow his swinging down and drop the chain. The brute was too dazed and too much in pain to do anymore harm.
Nicolas turned to the leader who had rearmed himself. He aimed the gun square at his head. "IDIOTS! ALL OF THEM! I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF!" The Gator snarled in a rage as he began to fire the gun wildly in the heroe's direction.
Nicolas charged his ki around himself forming a dome of energy around himself which the bullets couldn't seem to pass through. "I've got something special for you! TAKE THIS! SHOOTING STAR STRIIIKKEEE!" Nicolas called out as he dashed towards the gator
"W-What...What are you!?" The gator stammered, fear entering him as the shining bolt of light came rushing towards him.
"A HERO!" Nicolas cried out as he tackled into the gator, the force of the tackle and the energy surrounding it being enough to lift the gang leader off the ground. At the point of impact the ki surrounding Nicolas would rupture and send the gator flying a few feet back from the explosive wave that followed.
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After the sounds of battle stopped the old man would peek back to see if his savior was alright. He breathed a sigh of relief seeing that he was the last one standing among a group of 12 unconscious men. "That was amazing son! You saved my shell! How can I ever repay you?!" He said rushing towards him, a genuine smile on his face.
Nicolas turned and smiled to the man before glancing down to the unconscious thugs around him. "Call the police, tell them what happened and be safe. That's all I ask fair citizen." He responded placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest.
"Uh...Sure, sure. I can do that... Can I at least know your name?" He asked though, realizing he didn't even know who this young man before him was.
With a broad smile Nicolas would flash one of his signature 'hero poses'
"I'm the hero of the cosmos! Captainnnn Nooooovvvvvvaaaaaa!"
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[Whew! Had to rewrite this twice due to technical issues! ;]
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"Coming!" The young man called out as he shot up from his couch and began to clamber for the door. He plowed through a few boxes and hopped over others as he made what he thought would be his quickest route to the door. Upon reaching his destination he would yank open the door in a flash. Standing before him was a rather tired looking turtle Zoanthrope. In his hands rest a cardboard package (the one that Nicolas had been so eagerly awaiting for) and a tablet with a stylus attached."Hi there!" Nicolas said, greeting the postal worker with bright smile. "How are you?" He'd ask trying to be polite...
"Are you Mr. Mclendon?" the postal worker, clearly not feeling up for pleasantries, curtly responded. Given his our disposition it was clear he was either having a bad day or that he had no business working customer service...
"Please, it's Nicolas. Mr. Mclendon was my father." Nicolas said with a goofy grin trying to lighten the turtle's mood. All he got in response was a disinterested sniff and a blank stare...
"...Riiiggghhhttt. Just sign here." The turtle yawned, not caring for the young man's attempt at humor as he handed him over a tablet which requested Nicolas' signature. Chuckling a bit awkwardly Nicolas hastily scribbled his signature for the turtle. As soon as Nicolas finished signing the turtle would hand him the box. "Thank you for using Hermes Express. Have a nice day." He grumbled, his well wishes clearly forced, as he slowly shambled off...
His bad attitude didn't affect Nicolas in the slightest however. He was far too giddy and excited about his prize. Retreating back in to his apartment he would quickly rush to a nearby table and tear open the cardboard box. "This is it! The last piece to the costume..." He said to himself in awe as he held the black spandex under suit up so he could get a better look at it. "It's finally coming together...I'm really going to do it..." He laughed softly to himself as he lowered the suit down, a soft smile crept on his face...
With a growing sense of purpose Nicolas would go into his room with the suit in hand. Once getting in he'd move to his closet and pull out a smaller unmarked box that seemed hidden in the back. As he opened it he'd be greeted to the sight of his reflective gold visor nestled atop the remainder of his costume that he had put together. With a smile he'd fold the spandex and place it in the box with the now complete set. A wave of nervousness and excitement washed over him in a potent mix of emotion as he realized that his dream was one step closer to fruition
"I'm really going to do it.... I'm gonna be a hero."
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A few hours later, Â would streak across the sky in full costume for the first time. "Wooohoo! This is great!" Nicolas laughed out as he shot through the sky like a bullet. He was filled to the core with absolute joy as his ki freely propelled him through the air with dazzling golden trail. In one instant he was flying high above the clouds, the next his fingers were dipping into sea as he cut across the ocean. The feeling of freedom he felt was indescribable and he relished in it...
Flying wasn't new to him, in fact he had flown a few times before but in order to keep his secret power hidden he had to remain low and out of sight. He may as well have been grounded. This was the first time he really got to feel the wind in his face and the first time he felt completely comfortable using his powers. The costume he wore felt...Right... He didn't have to worry about endangering anyone or worrying anyone with what he was planning to do. He could just freely do what he felt was right. This unrestrained freedom was all thanks to the costume he wore. Though, he knew full well that being a super hero wasn't all just dressing up and flying around. He still felt he had a responsibility to protect the innocent and fight for justice...
Remembering this he made his way back to the city, though by the time he had gotten back it was already getting dark...
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Meanwhile, in the streets below, the old Hermes Express employee was slowly making his way home after his abysmal shift. He was tired and grouchy, (as he typically was.) Due to this he was not really paying too much attention which caused him to deviate from his normal route home. Without realizing it, the old turtle had taken a wrong turn in a less than reputable part of town...
"Hey! Old man!" A voice called out to him. The turtle merely grumbled a dismissive response as he kept shambling along but stopped as a rather lanky, scruffy looking man with sunken in eyes and a few nasty scars stood in his way. The turtle grunted, turning around only to see a group of six other thugs blocking his way. He glanced back only to see that five more men filled in the gaps beside the scruffy man in front of him. He was trapped in the center of a ruthless gang of thugs and criminals.
"Y'know it's not nice to ignore someone when they talk to ya Old Man." The leader of the thugs: a towering alligator Zoanthrope with tattoos carved in his scales, spat as he took a step forward. "We were just gonna ask you for a little cash... Bus fare, for the twelve of us..." He sneered, as he glared down at the old turtle before him.
"Yeah! Bus fare!" One of the smaller gang members cackled causing the other members to laugh along with him.
But now since you so rudely ignored me, I think were gonna take our 'bus fare' and teach you a little lesson in respect." The alligator hissed as he clenched his fists, his knuckles loudly popping in response. As the old man looked about: a feeling of pure, electric, fear snaked up his spine which caused him to tremble. His naturally sour glower was replaced with a bug eyed stare. With a quivering lip the old turtle would squeak before crying out one simple word...
"HEEEELLLLPPPPP!!!!"
"No one's coming to save you now Old Man!" The scruffy man cried out as he wound up to take the first punch. Before said punch could land however, a blur of black, gold, and white would appear before him. "What the fu-" He snapped before being cut off by a gloved fist to his jaw. The thug yelled out, teeth falling out of his mouth while his vision filled with stars. With a single blow was knocked off his feet and sent rolling backward.
"What was...You! Who the hell do you think you are?!" The alligator roared as he looked to the costumed newcomer standing before the group and in front of the old man. Nicolas smirked softy, satisfied that his punch was enough to knock out the attacker. He then moved towards the leader, pointing a finger at him in response to his demanding question...
"Who do I think I am? Why, it's simple really!" He grinned, speaking in an overly dramatic (and a bit cartoony) 'hero' voice. "I am a champion of justice! A hero for the innocent! Cap-"
"I don't give a shit! Kill him boys!" The alligator yelled snapping his jaws as the other thugs yelled out, moving to attack him at the command. Introductions would have to wait, Nicolas had to make sure to protect the old man!
"You're goin down you costumed freak!" The first thug jeered coming at him bare handed with his fists at the ready. He laughed out as he threw a flurry of jabs towards Nicolas' face. Though Nicolas easily blocked them by shielding his face with his arms. Seeing Nicolas' gut was open the fist fighter tried to send a knee to his gut but was stopped as Nicolas suddenly slammed his shoulder and elbow into him. The man coughed out as the force of a car slamming into him removed the air from his lungs and caused him to roll over in pain.
Nicolas stood up as two more men came at him from both sides. Wanting to emulate something he saw in a movie once Nicolas grabbed the sides of their heads and bonked them together knocking them both out rather easily. "Heh this is cake!" Nicolas taunted, dusting off his gloves, not noticing that a one of the thugs had managed to get between him and the old man during the scuffle.
The man grinned darkly as he pulled out a knife and readied to stab Nicolas in the back as he was busy taunting the others. The old man blinked as he noticed the flash of steel. "Watch it son!" The turtle cried out to Nicolas as he shoved the knife wielder.
"What the hell?!" The man grunted as he was shoved aside stumbling lightly. His attention snapped to the turtle as he pointed his knife at him. "I'm gonna bleed ya you BastARGHHH!" He coughed, as he suddenly felt Nicolas' gloved fist slam into his gut. With a choked gasp he would fall to his knees before falling face first to the ground.
Nicolas smiled, and gave the turtle a dramatic thumbs up as he turned to face him. "Thanks citizen! Though you should get on out of here, the path should be clear for you now!" He said noticing that one of the exits was cleared. The Hermes Express worker nodded gratefully before turning and (possibly moving as fast as he ever had) ran to safety.
The leader watched as half of his gang was taken out nearly effortlessly by a costumed maniac and began to panic and fume with anger all at once. As his rage boiled over he would notice his original prey starting to slip away. "Nah Gramps...You aint gettin away that easily!" The gator hissed as he pulled out a pistol from his waistband. He readied his gun, aiming for the back of the fleeing turtles head. He was going to shoot him dead.
Nicolas however saw this and fired a bolt of golden ki towards the alligator's hand. The searing heat and intense pain of the energy bolt caused the leader to drop his gun without firing as he recoiled in agony. "WHAT THE HELL?! W-WHAT THE HELL!!! KILL THIS FUCKING FREAK!" He roared to his remaining gang.
Nicolas' attention was cut from the leader however as he felt the cold sting of steel chain rap across his face from a chain whip. He staggered, not so much at the pain (which was thankfully not as bad as he was expecting) but rather at the fact that he was hit. Taking advantage of his stumble, the biggest of the gang would come up behind him with a wooden baseball bat and slam it against his back, splintering it.
Nicolas was knocked forward, the sting of the bat being slightly more than he was expecting before taking another whip to the face. Forcing him back once more "D-Dang you two are persistent!" He spat, feeling more pain than he had in a long while. As the thug with the whip came at him a third time though Nicolas caught the chain and took hold of it firmly.
"...But even the most persistent of evils falls in the end!" He said before taking the chain in both hands and pulling it away from it's owner. In a flash he would tie the chain around the arms of the much bigger thug behind him.
"Wha? Hey!" The big dumb brute muttered as he tried to pull away from his binds. Nicolas smirked however as
he began to yank on the whip. "H-Hey! Leggo! B-Boss! Help!" The brute cried out. Though his boss could only watch in horror at what Nicolas was doing.
With a mighty yell Nicolas would start to swing around in a circle. The tied up brute, being dragged along with the whip would start to lift of the ground. The gang watched in fear as their biggest friend was lifted from the ground as Nicolas twirled around with him. They were so shocked that they had no idea what was coming next. By taking a step forward Nicolas effectively began to use the chained up brute as flail, the helpless gang member being forced slam into his own friends like he was some sort of weapon.
When all the remaining members were on the ground from being struck by their brutish friend Nicolas would slow his swinging down and drop the chain. The brute was too dazed and too much in pain to do anymore harm.
Nicolas turned to the leader who had rearmed himself. He aimed the gun square at his head. "IDIOTS! ALL OF THEM! I'LL KILL YOU MYSELF!" The Gator snarled in a rage as he began to fire the gun wildly in the heroe's direction.
Nicolas charged his ki around himself forming a dome of energy around himself which the bullets couldn't seem to pass through. "I've got something special for you! TAKE THIS! SHOOTING STAR STRIIIKKEEE!" Nicolas called out as he dashed towards the gator
"W-What...What are you!?" The gator stammered, fear entering him as the shining bolt of light came rushing towards him.
"A HERO!" Nicolas cried out as he tackled into the gator, the force of the tackle and the energy surrounding it being enough to lift the gang leader off the ground. At the point of impact the ki surrounding Nicolas would rupture and send the gator flying a few feet back from the explosive wave that followed.
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After the sounds of battle stopped the old man would peek back to see if his savior was alright. He breathed a sigh of relief seeing that he was the last one standing among a group of 12 unconscious men. "That was amazing son! You saved my shell! How can I ever repay you?!" He said rushing towards him, a genuine smile on his face.
Nicolas turned and smiled to the man before glancing down to the unconscious thugs around him. "Call the police, tell them what happened and be safe. That's all I ask fair citizen." He responded placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest.
"Uh...Sure, sure. I can do that... Can I at least know your name?" He asked though, realizing he didn't even know who this young man before him was.
With a broad smile Nicolas would flash one of his signature 'hero poses'
"I'm the hero of the cosmos! Captainnnn Nooooovvvvvvaaaaaa!"
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[Whew! Had to rewrite this twice due to technical issues! ;]
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