The Kick-A-Long Saga is a group of writers writing one chapter each of a universe, each continuing the story in any way they see fit before handing it over to the next writer in line and then waiting for their turn to come back around (and praying their characters don't die). Currently we have 9 writers bickering like a horde of old women in a shopping mall on Black Friday. All the characters were created by the group members, however not every character has appeared yet in the series. When they do, I'll let you know. :)
@waezi2. You're up next. Honestly I think your characters got off pretty easy, I expect you to do the same.
Alright. Boom. Let's do this.
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She stood tall and proud, a shining beacon of hope and truth to the citizens of Chicago and to other people across the planet that she called home. Her name was Suehpro, the Princess of Might and as she carved a trophy out of the flesh of the creature she had just vaniquished she couldn't help but stare at the caped hero stood inches away from her, helping the ambulance crews get the injured to safety.
"Mmm..." Suehpro said upon collecting her trophy, vision locked on the man's backside. "I haven't seen a man so fine since I encountered the warrior Achilles and-"
"Woah, woah, woah!" The voice inside the heroine's head yelled suddenly, seemingly desperate to avoid hearing what the warrior woman was about to say. "Details! I really... REALLY don't want to hear about the messed up stuff you're planning. It's bad enough I have to hear your thoughts." Robbie Martia let out a sigh from the confines of Suehpro's helmet, his essence having been transferred to the enchanted garment the second he'd put it on. "Wait..." He noticed an idea passing through the woman's head and made a gagging sound. "No!" Robbie snapped. "No, no, no, no, no! There is no way in hell I'm letting y-"
"I have a life too, Robert!" The Princess interrupted, kicking the body of the slain monster in her anger, shifting the gigantic body slightly and scaring a couple of civillians. "And if I wish to enjoy it I shall!"
"What about me?! I don't want to be a part of this stuff! It's bad enough tha-"
The two could have argued for hours, their conflicting lifestyles tended to make them clash over the smallest of matters, resulting in verbal fights that would scare even the bravest of debaters... but this time something stopped them. Suehpro sensed a shadow fall over them, and realized the subject of their squabble was standing right behind them.
"Hi there." The subject said, brown moustache hanging over his lip as a bright blue cape floated behind him like it had a life of its own. "Suehpro, right?"
"Yes!" The Warrior replied quickly. "I am the one you speak of!"
"Awesome." He replied. "I'm Captain Awesome. And you did some pretty awesome work back there." He clicked his fingers and gave off a fierce look that had probably melted a million women's hearts before levitating into the air and looking down at the shining warrior. "Catch you later, Suehpro." The Captain said before turning and soaring up into the sky with a deafening boom.
Suehpro watched in silence as he became a dot on the horizon. Slowly she reached for her helmet and pulled it off, morphing back into the body of Robert Martia.
"Mmmm...." She said again once back inside the helmet.
"I hate you." Robbie muttered.
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What had once been a peaceful, happy, American street teeming with life had been reduced to a pile of ash and rubble. Ebony fires flickered across the ground and the only sign that there had once been people in this district was a scorched teddy bear lying abandoned on the ground. A foot clad in a black combat boot accidentally moved the toy, catching the owner's attention.
"Hmm." Marcus Blackwell stared down at the stuffed creature and felt a twinge of remorse that he hadn't arrived at the scene earlier. He watched as dozens of emergency vehicles whirred around the area, assisting the injured and attempting to repair the damages that had been wrecked by... well, Marcus didn't know what had caused this. That was for his partner to find out.
"How many dead, Dot?" He asked into the hands free communicator on his belt. The sound of crackling made him wince and after what felt like a lifetime he received an answer.
"16." A distorted voice answered, giving the man no clues on the speaker's identity. "That's what happens when a giant mech suited janitor stomps through this place."
Marcus snorted slightly, amused at the insanity of the world he lived in. "And... someone wants me to find it?" He asked, trying to clarify the details of his mission.
"No. Someone wants US to find it."
The sound of screams gained Marcus's attention, he saw the remenants of a destroyed building beginning to crumble and moved quickly in an attempt to save the people beneath it from harm. With very little time and practically no choice he covered the victims with his body, shielding them from the falling concrete with his superhuman durability, then, with a loud groan, Marcus rose through the shattered concrete and helped the people he'd saved out of the wreckage.
"Thank you." One of the said before coughing violently. Marcus simply turned away and wiped black dirt from his face.
"Alright, Comelon." He said in a grizzled tone. "Let's go get this SOB."
"Not just yet." The hacker told him. "We've got help on the way."
As if on cue, the sound of heavy wings filled the air. Marcus looked up to see a figure descending towards him and immediately recognised them from the news. A frown filled his face as the winged creature spotted him and redirected their path to just in front of him.
"Hello!" The female superhero said upon landing, British accent already giving Marcus clues to her identity. She held her gloved hand out to the dirt covered Marcus and smiled. "Dragonfire. I'm here to help."
Blackwell rolled his eyes.
"You've got to be kidding me."
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An ungodly silence filled the air, somehow adding to the fear that filled the hearts of the soldiers moving through the abandoned country town. They were dressed in top of the range body armour and equipped with enough weapons to take out a small army, but in this case they may as well have been completely naked. With minimal information and no advantage other then sheer numbers, the squad of hardened troopers weren't in the best position.
Just a few hours ago townsfold had sent a distress signal about some kind of monster emerging from the ocean... and now they were all dead. Evidenced by the skinless corpses littering the ground by the soldiers' feet. Blackness began to fill the sky as the sun slowly set in the distance, adding to the dread the men were feeling.
Following the trail of bodies, the trained S.A.S. specialists moved towards a damaged pub, forming around the entrance, they noticed a bloody hand print on the door.
"Breach!"
Together the troopers moved into the building, weapons at the ready. However, rather then a huge, lumbering monster they found something much worse.
"Hello gentlemen." Eunice said from behind the bar, she raised her hands into the air, ignoring the blood and scratches around her mouth. "Don't worry about any more violence. I'm full." Countless bodies covered the ground... this was where the townsfolk had made their last stand against the creature right before them.
A horrific sound filled the air, startling all the soldiers... and they suddenly realized that Eunice had started to laugh.
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Eka Maheswara collapsed onto his bed and let out a load groan as he kicked off his shoes. Lying around his bed were copies of DVDs that he'd found lying in a dumpster. For some strange reason he'd found himself drawn to the plastic cases... and based his opinion on the cover art rather then the actual content within the cases. He switched on his TV and switched it to CNN, due to liking the attractive reporter that always appeared when he got home.
"-where what appears to be a gun fight has broken out in the streets of New York! While it is still unconfirmed, witnesses are claiming to have seen the vigilante, Max Effort in the battle."
A picture of the man in question popped up on the screen, a muscle bound idiot that probably didn't know left from right. He was the sort of person that Eka just couldn't stand, a man that let other people get hurt and enjoyed it.
"I hope that guy gets kicked in the nuts." He muttered, slightly ashamed at his desire.
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A sudden pain filled Max Effort's body as he collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain amongst the bodies of the idiots who'd tried to keep him from his goal.
"WHAT IS THIS?!" He yelled, face turning bright red. "WHAT HAPPENED?!" The steroid muching maniac pulled a sawed off shotgun through the fabric of space and time, he reloaded it quickly and moved it around in search for his target. Upon realizing he was completely alone he let out a low growl.
KRABAM!
One of his victims' bodies exploded in a flash of red liquid. "Always felt wrong to waste a shell." Max grumbled upon resuming his walk towards the apartment building he was targeting.
After a couple minutes he arrived outside his daughter's apartment, and with no plan in mind he smashed through the wooden door keeping him out.
"I'M HERE, MINNIE!" He bellowed while readying his weapons, only to find more dead bodies on the ground.
"Wow dad." Max's daughter said while stepping out of the shadows, covered in blood. "You took your time getting here." Contrary to what you might think, Minnie Effort was a woman in her early 30s. A tall, tattooed girl that would commonly be found among Biker Gangs. Not only was she Max's daughter, but it was possible she was more powerful then her father in terms of sheer brute strength.
Her attackers hadn't known what they were getting into.
"It ain't my fault!" Max yelled. "Some invisible jerk kicked me in my doodads!" He holstered his weapon and sighed. "Damn it, Minnie. You could've saved some for me."
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The air con had stopped working.
Agter Suehpro's fight with the Kaijinnasaurausurus Rex, electricity and power across the city had been acting weird. Not only had the air con failed... but Doctor Verisimilitude's phone had died, meaning he had no choice but to do what he was paid for.
"I mean... it's not MY fault!"Trilligent yelled from his seat. "It's not like I'm the guy who wanted to be turned into some monster! I'M NOT THE GUY WHO TOLD EVERYONE TO TAKE THE LEFT TUNNEL!"The creature paused for a second like he was waiting for a response. "Shut up James!"
Rupert watched with boredom as the superhuman got into yet another arguement with himself, his voice occasionally shifting tone and pitch depending on who was currently taking hold of the man's mind. This was why he LOVED Trilligent, he didn't even have to pretend to be interested, the man performed his own psychotherapy by talking to the voices in his head. Granted... Rupert was probably supposed to do something to stop this, but he hadn't spent 3 years at Columbia to work.
"Alright, Luther." The Doctor said. "Looks like your time's up."
"I'm Alvin!" Trilligent said while getting up. "Luther's the stupid one!"
Doctor Verisimilitude forced a smile and clapped his hands together. "Well Luther's the one who signs the checks, so..." He shrugged just as Mallory opened the door. "Same time next week?"
"I'm not happy that I'm here!" Trilligent yelled while leaving.
"Right. Who's next?" The Doctor sighed while rubbing his temples.
"Penelope, sir." Mallory told him, having memorised the client list for the whole month.
"Mmm... Penelope. Is she the 20 year old or the 90 year old?"
Mallory smiled like the Doctor was telling a joke. "The latter."
He wasn't. Rupert sighed once again and stared longingly at the hunk of metal that was his phone. When he looked back up he saw a man dressed in military gear standing over him, red eyes burning through what appeared to be a gas mask.
"You're not Penelope" The Doctor said as the world faded to black.
When he awakened, Doctor Verisimilitude was in a grey, claustrophobic room that seemed to be pulsing with energy, with the exception of the chair he was sat on, the room was completely empty... with Rupert's only company being a long, thin man dressed in a white business suit.
"Where... where am I?" He asked, head pounding as he looked at the man. The thin man smirked slightly, and stepped forward. The mere movement of his lips seemed to be tearing at the man's skin, making it look incredibly uncomfortable as he started to speak.
"Apologies, Doctor." He said in a completely dry tone. "But we need your help."
"Who are you?" Rupert asked, every nerve in his brain was telling him to get as far away from the man as possible. "Where AM I?!"
"Calm down." The man raised his left hand and immediately Rupert felt relaxed. "I represent the Cove. The UK's premiere facility for... let's say, 'reconditioning and rehabilitation'."
He clicked the fingers on his right hand and Rupert was able to speak again.
"What do you want with ME?" He asked, the feeling of fear once again building up in his stomach.
"Your talents."
"You want me to rehabilitate supervillains?"
This time the thin man let out a laugh, it was cold, merciless and made Rupert feel like he did when he was suffering from the flu.
"Not quite." The man plucked at his paper thin skin and a piece of the wall began to shift, revealing a woman locked alone in a glass cell, insects crawling across her flesh and a crazed look in her eyes as she stared through the glass, straight at Rupert. "This is Eunice." He explained. "We want you to turn her into a productive member of society."
Rupert shivered.
"Do I get a choice?" He asked.
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