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Post by tarquin on Oct 9, 2011 10:31:39 GMT 2
Tarquin had spent a lot of money paying the thugs as he sat on the back floor with the other hostages. They had no idea who was really paying them to rob it but he needed to see who the heroes were here. The men were armed and were trying to open the safe a few of them had guns pointed towards the hostages. TArquin closed his eyes some the hostages were scared it was like a drug to him one he almost enjoyed.
The only problem was it was not nearly strong enough for his tastes but that could be sorted, he Closed his powers kicked in on a scared woman she was scared for her child. This could be interesting as she started to weep not what he had been hoping for but it would do. The robbers were motivated by greed and there was no need to waste his gift on them.
HE could hear the cops cops out side yelling with microphones for them to give up. They were worried and scared for teh hostages. There only hope was the heroes of this world the question was would they come? In truth he did not care if they did not it showed him what they thought was important if they did he would get to see them in action. His plan was simple test them all see what they could do before he acted. His plan would hopefully would keep him and his men under the radar for now.
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Post by roflcopter on Oct 13, 2011 2:40:38 GMT 2
Spydr was out and about as he always was, not having slept for years, remaining active every minute of every day. He was leaping across the rooftops of the city like some sort of hyper child with the legs of a cybernetic toad. His eyes widened at the idea of having cybernetic toad legs, but he decided to pass the thought up for now and would use his genius intellect and flawless engineering skills to create such a thing later. Shortly after the entertaining thought had crossed his mind, he saw a bunch of commotion up ahead of him involving sirens and police men on megaphones. This was it! Citizens were in distress and needed rescuing! He had yet to achieve his quota of one heroic act for the day. Rushing forward, he continued bounding across roof tops before leaping off of the three story building to land on the ground without a hint of damage from the fall.
The hostage negotiator was holding the megaphone, speaking to the armed men inside, trying to come to a conclusion that would ensure none of them were hurt. Spydr zeroed in on him and walked forward swiftly, ignoring all of the officers that were yelling at him to stay back.
"Please just stay calm. We will get you whatever it is that you want. We have a helicopter on the way to facilitate your exit, but we ask that you release one of the host-... Hey, who the hell are-"
SCREEEECH
"TapTapTap... Is this thing on? Testing! Do, ray, me, fa, so, la, tee, do! Alright... Ahem."
Everything went silent for a moment, further raising the awkwardness of what the robbers and hostages alike had to hear from what was supposed to be the one force that would get them all out of there without any casualties. Spydr had taken the megaphone from the interrogator and was tapping his hand against it to make sure it worked before he tested the pitch of his voice in it. Realizing it was certainly working and would allow him to be even louder than he already was, he took a few deep breaths to prepare, then stepped up onto the hood of one of the police cars. His left fist rested on his hip as he stood tall in a stereotypical heroic pose as his right hand lifted the device up in front of his mouth, allowing his obnoxious voice to ring out with far greater efficiency than the gods themselves would like from the master of annoyance.
"Attention citizens of... Are we in Manhattan? Okay, cool. MANHATTAN! My name is Spydr and I shall be your valiantly heroic rescuer today. I would thank you are for flying aboard Deargodhelpuswearebeingrobbed Airlines. For those of you with a platinum rewards frequent flyer program, you will be earning double points today. Please keep your hands and feet inside the building at all times and in the event of extreme turbulence, you can use your neighbors pocket as a vomit bag.
To the robbers within, I must warn you that I am a master of... Um... Yakifuchisowgata-kwon-do. Yeah, that one. Sounds pretty damned intimidating, doesn't it? Put down your hands up in the air as if you did not care and come out with guns blazin'. You have the right to remain silent, but I wouldn't recommend it because then apologizing for your appalling behavior would be most difficult."
Spydr then hopped off of the hood of the car and started walking forward. He looked exactly like a Spiderman who had traded his red and blue for black and white, and dawned military grade body armor and weapons. There was a pistol on his right thigh and left hip, a belt holding numerous pouches for various supplies, and there was an assault rifle on his back, hanging there with a strap that was around his shoulder and chest. This guy was packing heat, but anyone that stupid would have to be in order to walk head first into a bank robbery. However, he did not reach for any of his weapons, nor did he show any sign of caution, wielding only the sound amplifying device in his right hand as if he would kill everyone in there with it. It was go time! |
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Post by tarquin on Oct 15, 2011 13:26:55 GMT 2
Tarquin could not see anything but that did not matter he could hear. So a hero was here now good. It was time to see who and what this hero was. The Robbers were getting nerves good that meant they would make mistakes he amplified that feeling with in them. a smile creped over this face making him look a lot more menacing. The robbers started to fire and this in turn made the hostages a bit more frightened. They were close to panicking and he would help to push them.
HE closed his eyes and pushed there fear making them panic and start to cry some of them tried to free them self from there bonds. The robbers knew this was getting out of hand and it would soon be to long before some one died. Tarquin sat there watching not saying a word. "come on lets see what you can do!" he smiled and looked on the game was going to be fun and of course he would win.
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Post by roflcopter on Oct 15, 2011 21:45:54 GMT 2
As Spydr walked forward, much to the disbelief of everyone around, the police were yelling at him to stay back, and people just watched in horror, knowing they were about to see someone be killed. As Spydr neared, the robbers revealed themselves and opened fire, shooting hundreds of bullets at him with their happy trigger fingers that feared being arrested. As soon as the gunshots were heard, everyone around started screaming, a rather natural response when it was a sound that usually meant certain death for whomever was unfortunate enough to have it aimed at them. Spydr turned his head to look at one side of the crowd, then the other, an eyebrow arched high atop his forehead, wondering what all the screaming was for.
Shrugging the confusion off, he continued walking forward, the bullets not having slowed him down or phased in him the slightest. Instead, each bullet simply stopped and fell to the ground upon contact with him, leaving not even a wrinkled suit as a sustained injury. Having made it to the door, he stopped just in front of one of the terrified robbers, looking at him silently for a few moments, watching as the terrified robbers as they probably thought they were about to smashed by this man that took bullets to the body and did not even flinch. Spydr suddenly lifted his arm, holding the megaphone to his mouth, the end of it less than an inch away from the face of the robber, yelling into it.
"WHO IS IN CHARGE HERE?"
He asked, though the incredibly loud sound would echo through the bank and be nearly deafening for everything within. The man who practically had his head in the megaphone during the verbal assault would be deaf for life, and fell to the ground, screaming in excruciating pain from the mental trauma of how loud it was to him. Spydr then turned to look at anyone else, wondering who would answer his question. |
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Post by tarquin on Oct 17, 2011 20:01:17 GMT 2
A couple of the others turned as there friend fell to. The anger flowing in to them more and more as they rushed in to the man trying to take him out but they were out matched. The man could take them out in moments. TArquin had hired them for there greed and not there skill he could not risk them winning. He watched this man was skilled clearly he had some military training or some thing similar, but still for the right team this man would be no threat to him at all.
He hoped the man would make mistakes. One of the women were running for the door a switched on thug garbed her and put a gun to her head and screamed for the hero to to back down and surrender,.
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Post by roflcopter on Oct 19, 2011 23:49:21 GMT 2
Spydr continued walking forward past the robber who was on the ground with bleeding ears, looking around to find someone else who might be a little more cooperative. A woman then attempted to run past him and a thug grabbed her and pointed a gun at her head. Spydr was standing right next to them, so he turned to face the two.
"Hey, lady! Do you know who is in charge here? I am the designated hero for this particular adventure."
Spydr stated as he nodded proudly, then looked at her as he awaited a response. Instead, the woman stared at him in fear and confusion as he was not helping to get the man to put the gun down. He leaned his face closer to her, and upon realizing she was not saying anything, he sighed and stood back up, waving his hand at her.
"How rude! See if I save you now. Psh."
Spydr grumbled as he looked around at all of the startled people who, just like the woman with a gun to her head, were horrifically confused by Spydr's lack of empathy for her situation. He then turned back to the robber holding the woman as his right hand reached down to unbuckle to strap that held the gun in place that was upon his right him. The men yelled at him to put his hands up, and instead he slowly drew the weapon. As soon as he started lifting it, a barrage of gunfire went off again, the gunfire almost drowned by the screams.
Just as before, every bullet simply fell at Spydr's feet without harming him in the slightest. When they realized he was not going down, the man shot the woman in the head as proof of how serious they were, but Spydr did not flinch and instead lifting his gun up to point it at the terrified mans face. He was silent, slow moving, cold, his finger slowly pulling down the trigger. The man closed his eyes and screamed, but nothing happened, and a few seconds later he opened his eyes to see what he thought would end him. Rather than firing a bullet, a tiny flag had popped out of the barrel of the weapon that said "Bang!" on it, clearly a practical joke weapon.
The man was not sure whether to burst into laughter or cry because he was sure that he almost died. Spydr lifted the gun and pointed the barrel at his own eye, inspecting it as if he was not expecting it to be a fake gun. Sighing with dissappointment, he turned back to the robber.
"I apologize for this, but I grabbed the wrong weapon. I was planning to make it quick. Forgive my inhumane methods."
Spydr said before flipping the weapon in the air, catching it so that he held the barrel, then swung it down to club the man in the face with the handle of the metal weapon. The man nearly collapsed, but Spydr caught him by grabbing the collar of his shirt with his left hand, repeatedly bludgeoning him over and over with hard strikes, the sound of bones breaking taking over the bank as blood and pieces of flesh and bone scattered. The entire time, Spydr just seemed sad, feeling bad that he had to resort to this since he had forgotten to use a real bullet. |
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Post by tarquin on Oct 24, 2011 12:58:11 GMT 2
Tarquin Watched as all this happened the men were getting scared. It was enough for him, he pushed the thugs fear. HE was so pleased with this. He got the answer and the time he needed some of the thugs ran for the door some curled up and started to cry. It did not matter to him what they did he had his answers. The hero had one of two things a shield or a mutant ability that meant he was bluet prof.
This was interesting it would be some thing he would have to look in to. His powers probably could push the man. He thought about it closing his eyes he started to sense the mans emotions and started to push the more negative ones making them stronger. It would be interesting to see how he reacted to a dose of anger and frustration for instance. He wanted top see how moral this man was.
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