My Superhero Island RP Thread.

Cain Adamson

"Hmm," Cain grunted in acknowledgement as the two other people had made their departure. He hoped that it wouldn't lead to any trouble out there on their own, though he privately held mild suspicions and several reservations about the supposed safety of this area. Perhaps it was only the pack mentality that spoke to him, then. You couldn't be too careful these days.

"That sounds wonderful," he said to Killgore. He quite liked the demon, as he did all straightforward and honest types. "I wasn't in the area at the time, but I think I know the restaurant you're talking about. By all means, lead the way."

Edited by JumpingFruit on Dec 12th 2023 at 3:34:24 AM

"Alright. Let's hit the road, Jack."

With a little sarcastic wave Jackie started walking off towards the store she searched up. Part of her hoped that something in that store was genuine to advance her knowledge of the darkest arts, but even if it wasn't at least she count laugh at the stupid new-age stuff.

Jack waved along with the Wiccan before following close behind. Once they were a ways away from the rest of the vacation, he started to hum a tune, adding his own lyrics. "Jack and Jackie… Jackie and Jack…" he muttered under his breath. "What's that from again…?" he wondered for a moment.

He cleared his throat and raised his voice to the guide of their little duo. "Ever been to the States before, Jackie?"

As they walked off to explore New York City on their own, the two of them would hear footsteps behind them not too much later.

Back with the protester, his son had ambled off on his own, following some nascent whisper, and the old man had still not noticed the alterations to his attire.

Jack and Jackie would hear something like wind whipping on the ground and settling. Some odd noise following the footsteps not long behind them.

Hero's Save Cafe

The Hero's Save Cafe was indeed named that due to Killgore and an assortment of other heroes stepping in to save the cafe among others in the area from empowered supervillains Mr. Clockwerk, Dame Disaster, and Gorgunn - who, emboldened by the flame lit in their bellies by Myrkaan the Darklord began a reign of terror in the area.

While they took much more effort than usual to quell, ultimately the heroes did step up and vanquish the empowered villains. And, unlike some of the citizenry, the people who worked and made a living here had not forgotten who had stepped up to save them.

Even when their fellow citizens referenced the "Response Theory".

As the door's hanging bells ringed upon the group of heroes entering, an older man wheeled on his one foot and prosthetic leg to walk to greet them. "Ahh, Killgore...and Cain, as I live and breathe! I suppose Armada is on official business."

The old man was Eamon Cravitz, the cafe owner - his leg lost in the so called "Underworld Empowered" Incident. "And you brought young travelers! Everyone take a seat, take a seat, anything you want - and its on the house."

Cain Adamson—Hero's Save Cafe

"Oh, Eamon, it's been a hot minute since we met, I'm glad to see you've been well," Cain responded, moving forward for a hand clasp with the old feller. He quite liked Eamon too, as he was an honest if effusive man, and by old world standards he was an excellent host, which was also an admirable trait. "Terribly sorry I couldn't be here to help during that nasty business. Nevertheless, all of us here submit ourselves to host- and guest-right, etc. etc. I stand on ceremony, you know that."

"I did bring over some of the coins you wanted to trade with me last, so at least it won't be a wasted trip," he added tactfully. If Eamon wanted to give them food, at least there would be some trade involved. Cain would have hated to cheat the man, even if he wanted to feed them for nothing in return. Plus it would set a good example for the young folks—one should always remember one wasn't entitled to anything for free as a hero. "How have your numismatic pursuits gone since our last meeting?"

Edited by JumpingFruit on Dec 21st 2023 at 4:29:37 AM

"Nah. Never left Aus until dad pulled the entire family to Aratoa... Because apparently my parent's love withstood such paltry things as uprooting the entire family to move to a place where he's the only family member in a majority population."

Jackie trails off, looking down the streets trying to find some bystanders to walk towards. She still had her phone in hand, map up but her finger hovered over swiping to another app.

"Hey, creep behind us? Bugger off. I can and will bite you."

Jack nodded. "Yeah. Living in Aratoa is… well, it's tiring. Even for me, who's been knee-deep in weird stuff since I was born. I mean-"

He cut himself off, and started straining his ears. Footsteps, and something else. Of course, they were in the middle of New York, it could be anything... but years of city life tipped him off. Sounds should come and go as fast as you could blink, but this one was too consistent to just be some passerby.

He had to restrain himself from glancing backwards, and waited for a reaction from Jackie's threat before doing anything further.

Hero's Save Cafe

Having waited as long as she had for the rest of the party to catch up with her, Diana was keen on ensuring they didn't leave her sights. She wasn't all that interested in a meal - she'd eaten not too long ago - but followed the others into the cafe at a brisk skip-walk nonetheless.

As the old cafe owner got into pleasantries with Cain and Killgore, Diana started rocking on the balls of her feet impatiently, the soft squeak of her rubber boots fortunately inaudible under the general hubbub of a New York dining establishment during business hours. She understands that this is old friends catching up, they have the right to, it's just... she gets bored SO easily when there's nothing immediately obvious for her to do. She can hardly skip the line in a cafe - what kind of superhero engages in petty jackassery like that?

At first it seemed like the threat and the hostile tone made whoever it was stop in their tracks - and then the two Jacks would hear an adolescent chuckle. Followed by the sound of some kind of wind dispersing - as if some kind of consciously manipulated galeforce had been swirling around someone. Then...

"Hah...you'd break your teeth." Now, standing there not far behind Jack and Jackie was that Q Protestor's teenage son. His curly light brown hair now slightly windswept, and a cocky little smile on his face. But even still, there was an odd sort of distance to how his eyes looked. Like he constantly saw or heard something nobody else dealt with.

"Sorry about that," he chuckled and then shrugged his shoulders, "Mom tells me I shouldn't trail people so much...but then, I was told—-and I looked at you—-and you were just—-interesting."

He paused at rather awkward places in his statement, as if he was listening to something.

As Killgore made some of his own orders and sat down at a table, handing out the diner menus to the students - with a pretty extensive, tasty looking repertoire available here - the owner kept on reminiscing as he got back to business. Cravitz said, "I swear...this city was about to burn down when the Darklord was bent on getting his due. And now this "Response Theory" and so called "Pro-Human" bullshit..."

As he filed in some of the orders other folk in the diner were ordering, he said, "Ah yes, if you're ever in the area, this is a safe spot for you. No matter what."

Then as he worked, the door swung open once, and then twice in short order as a busy looking young woman with light brown skin, short cut black hair, and a pair of glasses resting on her nose hurried in - followed by a dorky looking but rather muscular curly brown haired young guy carrying what looked like camera and recording equipment.

"Are—-Are you sure our source said this is the spot, Celia?" The red haired young man seemed to be constantly fretting, while the young woman was constantly on the move, never really settling down into her seat even as she seemed to gravitate toward a specific area in there - near where the visitors from Aratoa had sit down.

The young woman crossed her arms, "I'm sure he's reliable! I've used him as a source five times! If he says the port is where whatever this is is going down..." She then finally started to rest her hips against the side of the seat, "I swear Eric, you're always just...worrying..."

Cain Adamson

So, Cain had ordered steak and potatoes with a side of black pudding, stereotypical, vampirical, empirical, blah blah blah—sue him, he found it delicious, and he could at least satiate some of his cravings for blood while he was here. Before his food arrived, though, he noticed a young couple talking about something due to happen at the docks and decided to make some small talk with them.

“Hello there, excuse me, I noticed you two were discussing some kind of event,” he said. “Are you reporters or just trying to find your way around? I haven’t visited in a while, but I know the city well enough.”

Edited by JumpingFruit on Feb 3rd 2024 at 11:11:17 AM

Jack finally turned to face the boy and once he was done talking, started to speak himself, tone still suspicious. "Well, I suppose 'interesting' is one of the better things we've been called. Though you seem a little interesting yourself." Jack made a point of looking behind his back. "Anyways, you could've just asked if you had any questions. Now you come off as a massive creep."

Edited by AmazingGoob on Jan 6th 2024 at 12:42:40 PM

Jackie looked not particularly surprised that the protestor's son had followed them.

"I'm probably less interesting than you assume. Dad's mutation is neither substantially empowering nor inherited by me. The only thing interesting is that I reside within a super-state. So what about you, closeted in at least one way, knowing your parent slash-s will react poorly the moment they find out you've got some kind of... I'm going to say 'ability to coat yourself in a layer of rock' but feel free to correct me."

She shrugged, her stance lacking any sign of hostility that her former words had.

"If you wanna hang out, sure. We're headed to a magic shop to be faintly bemused by misguided new-age mysticism."