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Post by Liou on Oct 29, 2016 12:45:20 GMT -5
Well hello! Look what I have here =o Disclaimer: I had to write this mission before the deadline, which means that I started writing before certain posts had been posted. So I assumed a few things: that Timmy would still be hypnotised and struggling, that he wouldn't have been attacked so many times before this (^^; ), and maybe a few things about how his powers work - I imagined that he could fall in slow-motion if necessary. Zenith felt for the vial in their pocket, their eyes not leaving their target. The plastic tube was still in its place. It fitted comfortably in the palm of their hand as they fiddled with it. The cap could come off with a simple flick of their thumb.
They had not wanted to believe Mizshu when the girl had produced her potion. At first, it had sounded like a blend of healthy fruit and wishful thinking, with a dash of desperation. But the concoction had also been through the labs, albeit in a rushed fashion. The result contained substances that would neutralise the components of the hypnosis potion, along with the original ingredients supposed to improve mental clarity and health. A generous sprinkling of Mizshu's healing dust should greatly enhance the mix, while preventing any unwanted side effects.
It was a long shot, but the one and only shot they had.
And the intended recipient was standing in their line of sight, fully visible, for once. Nightshadow was not even hovering by him anymore. He might disappear again at any nanosecond.
Zenith's hand trembled against the vial. They kept watching Tim with wide eyes, their lips pressed together in concentration, their legs bent, like a prowling feline ready to pounce. They were practically vibrating with the kinetic energy that filled them.
If they missed by a hair's breadth, they would instantly be reversed and sent back to their starting point, or frozen on the spot and at the mercy of any passing villain. Tim would be halfway across town before they could blink.
Zenith tensed like a bow-string.
There was a blast like a gunshot as their energy was discharged behind them. They soared in a solid black-and-cyan streak and did not stop even after colliding with Tim - upside-down.
Zenith's arms clamped around his middle and immediately wrenched him off the ground with their momentum. The wind shrieked in their ears from the sheer speed of their flight. They spun to right themself up again, so that Tim was dangling upside-down.
Only one objective was on their mind. They had to confuse him in any possible way without stopping for a heartbeat. They must not leave him an instant to make sense of his surroundings and use his powers.
Zenith launched into a series of their fastest twists, turns, spirals and barrel rolls, which left even them dizzy while they wrestled to keep their grip on the timebender. Their stomach was beginning to lurch at every turn. If only they could reach Tim's eyes to cover them.
Sooner than expected, they found themself above Heraclia's waterfalls. Good: waterfalls were a fine place to dangle someone over the void. Not to mention that it would be more difficult for anyone to reach them from the ground.
Panting, Zenith flew a little further, craning their neck to make sure that there were no rocks directly below. At that point, a horrible realisation struck them like a punch to the gut - unless that was Tim's elbow.
The potion vial was still safely in their pocket. Both of their arms were still tangled around every part of Tim within reach. As much as Zenith liked to flaunt their athleticism, they could not hold a struggling man with only one arm while keeping his mouth open and administering a potion with whatever appendages they had left.
Their breath starting to hitch in panic, Zenith drifted lower in search of any surface where they could pin him for just a second.
The entire world seemed to flicker out of existence like a rug pulled out from under their feet -
Panting, Zenith flew a little further, craning their neck to make sure that there were no rocks directly below. At that point, their body lurched a foot higher into the air, suddenly relieved of a heavy burden. Zenith stared at their empty arms, dumbstruck. Their head throbbed from the vertigo of being sent back in time.
Much, much further below, a small figure caught their eye. They let out a gasp and immediately dived after him. Tim would have to slow himself down before hitting the water. He had to.
Another loud bang and a burst of yellow light flared behind Zenith as they accelerated again; the water darted up as if to meet them.
Tim's reflection shimmered on the surface, growing more and more distinct.
Zenith stretched as far as they could and tackled him for the second time. They whirled in a tangle of limbs and splashed into the water, each pulling the other down. Zenith emerged first in their glowing flight aura. They dragged Tim up by his collar, having freed one arm to take the vial from their pocket.
Every muscle in their arm protested and shivered from the cold. With Tim's head awkwardly jammed in the crook of their elbow, Zenith attempted to position themself behind him and tilt his head back while he gasped for breath.
The capped vial trembled in their other hand, coming mere inches from his face before he wrested himself away. Tim's head nearly went under; Zenith's arm felt about to be wrenched out of its joint.
"Please," they gasped, "please just take it..."
Strangled sobs threatened to tear through their chest. What were they doing to Tim? They could have cried at this revolting gesture. How many times had the villains force-fed him already?
Tim's face caught their eye - they knew that look. He was about to go into hyperspeed.
Hating themself, Zenith leapt over his head and pushed him under with all their weight. A stream of bubbles rose to the surface as Tim was startled into losing his breath. At least, the survival instinct would stop him from focusing on his powers.
His sodden clothes were getting heavy, so heavy that Tim managed to push his way out of their slippery grasp and escape back into the water.
Zenith let out a horrified gasp. His dark form shrank quickly and disappeared from sight as he swam deeper.
The hero clutched their chest. The wounds from the Queen's spikes still stung over their heart. They strove to breathe slowly and temper their rising panic. All was not lost. Tim could not swim to the base of these falls; the current was much too strong. He could not go far. But one blink of an eye would be enough for him to pop out of the pool and disappear.
Zenith flew to nearest rock outcropping and clung to it as best they could, hanging bat-like above the water. Their bright flight aura would have made their position too obvious to Tim.
Holding the vial between their teeth, they scanned the surface uneasily. There was still no sign of Tim. He seemed to be staying under as long as he could, to catch them off guard.
What if he found another exit? What if he did not come up? What if he was still stuck down there?
Zenith's aching arms twitched. They had to wait, to catch him the moment he emerged. They needed one hand over his throat and one hand around the back of his head, to hold him as tight as this rock. Then, they would be holding the potion somehow, just like they were doing now -
Zenith nearly dropped the vial.
For a moment, their mind went blank. They shivered under their perch, breathing fast. A wave of panic, guilt and shame arose within them; but they cast it aside. They only had one thought in mind: the real Timothy Hikes.
Zenith hurriedly tipped the vial back into their mouth. Blueberry, banana and... coconut oil? Charming, just like Nyx's hair.
At last, a blurry Tim-like shape appeared in the water again.
Zenith rocketed down from their perch. Tim's head broke out of the water, gasping loudly for breath.
Zenith's mouth slammed roughly against his. They clasped a hand around the nape of his neck to draw him closer, their fingers clenching in the back of his pale hair. Their other arm wrapped around Tim's back. A startled jolt coursed through them both, but Zenith pressed their lips tighter together, practically begging.
While floating, they tilted their body upwards so that the potion would flow faster. The two were slowly sinking deeper.
In the middle of the freezing water, Zenith suddenly felt warm as the sensation of Timothy Hikes overwhelmed them, breathing, alive and well and real. They knew the chest pressed against theirs and every detail of the face that had bumped into them.
Zenith began to run out of breath. Tim shifted slightly against them and the warmth grew intolerable.
Pleading silently, Zenith felt for Tim's throat, waiting for a reflex. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Zenith released his lips.
The two floated back up, heaving for breath. With the last of their energy, Zenith dragged Tim to shore in an exhausted backstroke. They slumped down in a puddle of water, shivering.
"I'm sorry - I'm so sorry," Zenith rasped, barely audible. They tried to crawl away from him, on instinct - what if the potion hadn't worked? What if he attacked again?
Before they had taken five steps away, Zenith stumbled back to where Tim lay and dropped to their knees next to him. "I'm sorry," they repeated, smoothing sodden hair away from his forehead, "it's over, I should never have done that, it's over now." Comments: Aaah, I'd been meaning to write something happening around the waterfalls for ages.
Water makes everything wetter, and sloppier. *dodges bricks*
Much squealing and flailing happened.
I considered writing literally 1300 words of snog, but that would have been impossible to post here.
This was written to the sound of "Kiss It Better" by Rihanna ;D played on a loop for many many hours.
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Post by Birdy on Oct 31, 2016 17:52:12 GMT -5
Yay for last-minute missions-postings from Birdy! \ o / (She meant to have been doing this all along but kept forgetting, whoops. >.>; ) ...These will be in order of as I took them, but. I won't put what round, since I recall I took some from past rounds instead of the current one? I think. I dunno. \ o / Anywho. \ o / Apologies in advance for any errors in spelling, grammar, formatting, or whatever.
So! Have Elwood's powers registration form for the show, or rather, Birdy's attempt at one. \ o / (Quoted because I like my comments about it. >.> [/biased]) Right, yes, I do hope this is the right place to submit this - woulda been here sooner except the train had to be rerouted because some weirdo tied some people to the tracks? (Seriously what is this, the 1860's?) Aaaanyway, here is the Powers Registration Form requested, for one Elwood Wieland: CITY OF HERACLIA POWERS REGISTRATION FORM ________________________________________________________________________________
BASIC INFORMATION (PLEASE PRINT; *INDICATES REQUIRED INFORMATION): *Last Name: _ Wieland__ *First Name: _ Elwood___ *Middle: _ Thales___ *Date of Birth: _ 09-11- ?__ *Age: _ 16_ *Sex/Gender: _ M_ *Address: _ 1234 Somewhere Street (Don’t you already have this on file?)_ *City of Origin: _ Heraclia__ *Occupation (Civilian): _ Student at Heraclia High_ *Phone Number: _ (555)555-5555_ Email Address: __ etwieland@heracliahigh.edu__ ________________________________________________________________________________ SUPER INFORMATION (PLEASE PRINT; ALL INFORMATION REQUIRED): Superpowered Alias: _ Chlorolad_ PLEASE GIVE A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF YOUR POWER(S), INCLUDING STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES: I control plants. Also, some sort of “ecological empathy”.
If a plant’s looking kinda wilted and scraggly, chances are, I can revive it. I can also sometimes make things grow faster? So, like, if there’s an unripe tomato on the vine, give me a couple minutes and I can probably ripen it for you. (Same goes for whatever other kind of fruit or veggie you want. Sometimes I can even make flowers bloom.) So, y’know, boring stuff like that.
The “ecological empathy”, as I call it, works a bit differently. I’ve found that if something happens to the plant I’m controlling (even as minor as say, an insect chewing on a leaf), I can feel it. So in a way, whatever happens to the plant, happens to me. (So you can see why the thought of using such skills in heavy combat is… not really appealing to me.)
I already mentioned a weakness as being kinda linked to whatever plant I control, but I guess another would be a lack of sunlight? Since I've noticed that on bright sunny days it's easier to use my powers than on days that are overcast.
________________________________________________________________________________ I, THE UNDERSIGNED, DO HEREBY SWEAR BY THE NOBLE, JUST, AND MAGNANIMOUS FOUNDERS OF OUR FAIR CITY THAT THE ABOVE INFORMATION IS TRUE, HONEST, AND RIGHT. I VOW THAT I HAVE INCLUDED NO FALSEHOODS, NO “WHITE LIES”, NO FUDGING OF THE FACTS OR TRUTH. I DO ALSO HEREBY GIVE PERMISSION, THAT, IF IT IS FOUND THAT I – DESPITE ALL VOWS – HAVE, INDEED, LIED TO THE GREAT CITY OF HERACLIA VIA SUBMISSION OF A FALSIFIED FORM, THAT THEY MAY FIND AND EXECUTE A FITTING PUNISHMENT, WHICH I SHALL ACCEPT WITHOUT WHINING, COMPLAINING, OR OTHER SUCH CHILDISH ACTIONS. Signature (Print): _ Elwood Wieland_ Signature: _ Elwood Wieland_ Also everything in there is 100% accurate, yup, he totally lives at "1234 Somewhere Street" - totally didn't make that and the phone number up just to complete a form, nope. >.> <.< *shifty eyes*As said above, this form is 100% accurate and I toooootally didn't make up some of the information just to complete a mission, nope. =O
Hi, have a story collab'd by Sporty ( Sporty ) and me waaaay back at the start of the game. 8D Nimbus frowned, just a bit, in thought as she looked up at the tree. It was a perfectly ordinary tree, with a perfectly cliche problem -- namely, the small mottled cat clinging to a high-up branch, either unable or completely unwilling to make its way back down. It wasn't often that Hero City's namesakes were officially assigned to these kinds of jobs -- unless worried owners happened to run into one directly, they usually called for animal control instead. But someone had contacted Sinclair, and he in turn had given the job to her and Chlorolad -- and she had a good feeling as to why. With a small nod, Nimbus turned to her sidekick. "All right, it looks like this will be the perfect chance for a bit of training," she said. "With your talents, cat retrieval should be a pretty easy mission to handle on your own. I'll stand by and help out if things get complicated." She smiled. "Sound good?" "Sounds good," Chlorolad agreed with a grin and a nod. It was a tree-based mission. A Tree. Tree! At last, something he was good at. (And not only that, but Nimbus was trusting him to do this on his own! Well, yes, she'd be supervising as she said, but still! The actual cat-retrieval would be up to him.) Approaching the tree, he placed a hand against the bark and concentrated. The bark seemed to swell under his touch, and he soon had a contoured handhold to help him climb. As he climbed, the handhold he no longer needed shrank back into the tree, leaving no signs of having ever existed in the first place. Soon, he reached the cat. It wasn't too far out on the branch, and the branch seemed to be big enough to support his weight without sending both himself and the cat crashing to the ground. (Which would, technically, compete the mission, but also risk harming the cat he was supposed to be saving in the first place.) Grabbing hold of a higher branch for support, he began inching towards the cat. Holding out a hand, he tried to be as unthreatening as possible. "Here, kitty kitty," he called, wiggling his fingers as if trying to get the kitten's attention. The kitten, however, yowled in protest, gave a hiss, and began backing further out on the branch. Nimbus watched Chlorolad go up the tree and begin his approach with a smile. He was handling the situation perfectly so far, but the next part all depended on... Aaaand of course, the cat decided it wouldn't make this easy and started backing away from him. Nimbus almost said something then, a few words of encouragement or the like, but she held her tongue for the moment. She wanted to see how Chlorolad handled this new development before stepping in. Chlorolad sighed. Of course the cat wouldn't trust this strange teenager dressed yup in a weird-look suit and mask. (Had had hoped it would, he really had, but it turns out fate had other things in mind.) Repositioning his grip, he edged further out and tried again. "C'mon, kitty," he called, still reaching for the kitten. "It's okay, I won't hurt you." The kitten, however, simply puffed itself up as large as it could and let out a long, infuriated hiss. Chlorolad stifled a hiss of his own. If he could only get close enough, he could just grab the cat and lower himself to the ground. But oh, no - the cat had to play keep-away, which was making this much harder than it had to be. What was the kittens name, again? He tried to remember if that had come up in the briefings, and finally, a name popped to mind - Peridot. "Peridot," he called, once again wiggling his fingers in hopes of luring the cat closer. "Here, Peridot!" The kitten refused to budge. Chlorolad inched closer, which caused it to hunker down and stay close to the branch. Well, at least the kitten wasn't running. Maybe this would be easy after all... Keeping his voice soft, hand that wasn't supporting him extended in front as if a peace offering, he inched towards the cat. Finally, when he was within grabbing distance, he stopped, letting it sniff at his hand as he continued to talk to it. Then, when he hoped the kitten was least expecting it, he lunged forward and grabbed for it. The kitten cut loose with a cross between a yowl and a hiss, and writhed away, leaving Chlorolad wincing and shaking his hand. That... could have gone better. Especially considering how now the kitten had climbed even higher, to the thinner branches. Branches that would hold the kitten's weight easily, but his? Not very likely. He sighed and carefully stood in the tree. The kitten glared at him from above, eyes flashing, as if daring him to try again. And that was one dare he'd have to take. Taking a deep breath, he proceeded to climb higher, hoping that the branches would support him, or that he could somehow compensate for their lack of strength with his powers somehow. He tried not to cringe as he heard some branches creak under his weight. Please hold, he silently pleaded with them. Please hold!The kitten was only a short distance away now, and if he could just get close enough... maybe he could carefully scruff it long enough to at least hold the critter, then make his way back down as carefully as he could clutching an angry kitten to himself. It wasn't much of a plan, but it was all he had. So it was that as soon as he was close enough, he lunged again, which proved to be more of a mistake than he bargained for. The kitten escaped easily, but Chlorolad... well, the branches indeed were not made to hold teenage boys, and he fell though them, managing to grab another branch at the last moment. "I'm okay!" he blurted as he dangled, legs kicking at the air as he tried to swing himself back towards the tree. Finally, he found purchase, and scrambled back into the tree. That had almost ended badly... and painfully. The last thing he needed was a broken bone at this point. He shaded his eyes with a hand, searching for the kitten. He finally spied it up on the tree, looking almost mockingly at him as its tail switches back and forth. Stifling a sigh, he steadied himself, and then tried again. * * * Two hours, sixteen bouts of kitten scratches, eight near-falls, five full falls, and much much frustration later, the kitten was still not caught. Chlorolad scowled up into the tree, rubbing his sore arm. "We are sure this kitten is a civilian, right?" he asked. "Not some escaped shapeshifting supervillain? Because it's really starting to seem like this kitten is an escaped shapeshifting supervillain." There had to be an easier way to get the kitten down, escaped shapeshifting supervillain or not. There had to be. If he could just climb the tree again, and keep his balance using his powers, he could-- ...his powers. His powers of plant-manipulation. His powers of plant-manipulation that he had been using all this time. His powers of plant-manipulation he could have used from the start to simply manipulate the branch with the kitten down within reach in the first place. Bringing his palm upwards to firmly meet his face, he proceeded to rub his hand down aforementioned face and mutter under his breath. Stalking under the branch where the kitten sat, he focused all his power onto the branch and moved his hands as if he were pulling it downwards. The branch began to move, the kitten clung to it for dear life, not liking this new development at all. Upon bringing it close enough, Chlorolad grabbed the kitten and allowed the branch to spring back to its normal length and shape. At long last, the kitten had been saved. And then not long after that Nimbus got turned into a popsicle and Chloroad was sad. </3
...but then he got to fight Tripwire with Dynamic! \ o / ntwriters.proboards.com/post/2686289/thread
And then when he was helping to look for Oswald, he did another thing on the side. 8o
The search for Oswald Sinclair was proving fruitless.
It was now Tuesday night – nearly a full twenty-four hours after the kidnapping – with little to no more leads or results.
Chlorolad sighed in frustration. He knew he wasn’t the most experienced person for the task, but he’d still wanted to help. If nothing else, he could ask others if they’d seen or heard anything unusual the previous night. It was better than sitting around doing nothing, anyway. At least this way, he was doing something useful.
Or had been until it had gotten too late to knock on doors or ask around local businesses, or other such peopley things.
Which is how Chlorolad had found himself in a park near the apartment complex in which the younger Sinclair has been taken from.
He had hoped to, perhaps, see if someone had camped out there – had a stakeout to watch the apartment from a distance. But so far, his search was getting him nowhere. He felt like he should stay and keep searching, hoping that maybe there was just something he’d overlooked, but… it was getting late. He should go home – should probably have been home, long before now. He didn’t want to worry his grandmother. And so it was with some reluctance, that Chlorolad turned and began wandering one of the trails that winded through the park, heading for home. (He hoped he would be able to catch one of the bullet trains headed that way, but if not, well. It was going to be a very long walk home.)
Chlorolad glanced up upon hearing footsteps approaching. A woman was headed his way, and by the looks of things, she hadn’t seen him yet – though that may have been because she was looking down, trying to find something in her purse.
He paused, considering moving off to the side before she could reach him – he didn’t want to spook her, after all, seeing as how she was distracted – but something made him hesitate instead of move. And so it was in that brief moment if indecision, that he saw it.
Something in the shadows, behind a tree, moved.
Not the movement of a small animal, such as a squirrel, or a raccoon; but the movement of another person. Chlorolad stiffened. Judging by where that person was hiding and where the woman was walking…
…He had to move. Now. If he wanted any hope of stopping this before it started, he had to move now or else things would—
A scream pierced the air. He was too late to stop it. Now, he found himself thinking, it was not going to be an easy thing to stop at all.
…Vines. Did he have anymore vines? He thought he had restocked his supply after the fight with Tripwire the other day, but maybe he’d forgotten and—oh, no, good, there they were. Or at least one.
Grabbing the capsule, he quickly and silently as possible crept forward, until he felt he was within range without outing his position. Then, he broke it, smashing the seeds into the ground with his foot, silently hoping they’d take root in the cold soil, at least long enough for him to stop the mugger.
He quickly snaked a vine towards the mugger, grabbing one raised wrist before the attached fist could reach its target. (Apparently, the man had not taken kindly to his demands for money being refused.) He stared in part confusion, part disgust and the green thing wrapping around his elevated arm.
“What the—”
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you it’s rude to take what doesn’t belong to you?” Chlorolad interrupted, letting the vines tighten around the man’s arm and wrist.
Scowling, he turned from his victim to face the interloper – or at least tried to. Chlorolad was staying in the shadows, just out of sight. But not enough out of sight to hide the fact that it was from this direction the vines were coming. With a growl of disapproval, the mugger grabbed the vines in the other hand, and pulled them with all this strength.
Chlorolad had, thankfully, expected something like this might happen, and managed to release his hold on the vines before just before the tugging began.
However, this also meant the man – who was now trying to pry off the vines as the woman he’d attempted to mug stood dazed – was letting both his hands dangerously close to the vines. Something Chlorolad took full advantage of, wrapping the rest of and some new vines securely around the man’s wrists. Then, just for safety and to be sure he wouldn’t try to make a run for it, he bound the man’s legs and ankles with vines as well, leaving him tethered to a nearby tree – the same tree he had hidden behind before attempting to mug someone.
The man glared daggers, and his voice came out in a growl. “You slimy, despicable little—” he was cut off as a makeshift gag of a stick from a tree its way into the man’s mouth.
There. That would hold him for a little while, at least. If nothing else, it would give a few moments if silence in which he could talk to the victim.
Turning, he walked back towards the woman.
“Are you okay?” he asked her. And though she nodded, and stammered out a response, he still offered to stay with her, until the police arrived. He even offered to notify them, an offer she gladly took. (Though technically, this was all protocol.)
As he waited for the police to arrive, Chlorolad was struck with how easy this had been. He’d gotten lucky – if the mugger hadn’t stopped to try and remove the vines instead of simply switching hands, or if he had had any sort of weapon, or any other numerous things that could have gone wrong… things would have turned out far, far differently. Yes, he’d gotten very lucky, and he knew it.
The police soon arrived, and took the mugger away while another officer stayed behind to gather statements from Chlorolad and the woman. Before the remaining officer left, Chlorolad offered to escort the woman home, but she declined, opting instead to go with the officer in the car, so she nor he would have to walk the rest of the way.
Chlorolad waited until the final police car had left before continuing his journey home. Hopefully there would be no more excitement along the way.
(Fun fact: Brain kept telling me this idea over and over and even gave a couple of ideas for alternate ways it could go, but never gave me motivation to actually write until like, two hours before the deadline. Then with a half-hour to go it said "Okay, I done 8D" and make me force out the last few paragraphs all on my own. </3 I also meant for the things to be more drawn out, but. Time, alas, was not on my side. </3 ...I kinda wanna rewrite this someday as a fic, along with those other two alternate ways it could have gone that I mentioned above. >.>; )
And now a card. \ o / (Written to Nimbus' twin brother, Adam, since. Yeah, poor guy was probably going though a loooot, with his sister being in a coma for most the the RP and all. 8'D And even though this was a later-rounds mission, I still kinda wanna headcanon it was probably sent not long after Nimbus initially got frozen. >.>And if the inside looks a bit odd around it edges, it's because I messed up the first time and had to make a new inside to put inside. >.>; (Ah, the joys of writing in marker. :'D ) (Also it is laid against my laptop because that's where the lighting was the best.)) Front:  Inside:  Closer look at Inside: 
...And that's it! \ o / This was a fun RP, and the missions were awesome too. ^^ I know I had fun with the ones I took. =D (And even some of the ones I didn't will likely be used as prompts for fics, so.) |
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Post by Reiqua on Nov 1, 2016 2:32:17 GMT -5
Are you feeling sad because you didn't get to read all the wonderful post that Miss Marković's class sent around to the heroes? Well fret not, because now you can read it all, in all its glory, right here!! Chlorolad Dear Chlorolad.
This is a letter from Theodore. I hope you are having nice wether in heraclia. The wether is nice here and it is almost holidays. In the holidays I will go skying with my mum and my dad and my littl sister Beth. Do you like skying? Do plants grow in the snow?
My dad sez that some plants grow in the snow but i dont know witch ones. Do snowdrops grow in the snow?
From Theodore
To Chlorolad,
I really liked watching you on Hero City this time. I’m glad you went on because there are not a lot of children but I like it when not evryone is a grown up. I think you must be verry brave and you are a verry good hero. You did a lot of mishions that noone else did even though they are bigger and older than you so that prooves you are verry brave.
I hope you come back next season because the city needs more good heroes like you.
From Skylah.
Dossier Dame: Deer DD
My granma sez yew lok liyk sumwun she went too skol wiv but i fink shes jus mayking it up. I lyk yor herowing and i fingk yowr tek is kowl. My grampa iz helping me mayk sum glasiz dat luk lick yorez. It haz a flaslit wiv a lorng kord so wen i say fashwite on fool pawu i poosh de buden an i ternz on.
Frome Marrick
((Dear DeeDee,
My grandma says you look like someone she went to school with, but I think she’s just making it up. I like your heroing and I think your tech is cool. My grandpa is helping me make some glasses that look like yours. It has a flashlight with a long cord so when I say “Flashlight on, full power!” I push the button and it turns on.
From Marrick)) DUDE BRO: Dear DUDE BRO,
I think you are really cool because you are super trendy and hot and evryone loves you (especially girls). One day when I grow up I want to be just like you. A lot of girls love me but I want evryone to love me like you.
My mum says your a wumanizer. I don’t know what that meens but I want to be like you when I grow up so can you please teach me how to be a wumanizer to? I haven’t seen BRO DUDE around for a long time so maybe I can be your new apprentise?
From Fletcher.
To my darling DUDE BRO
You’re hair is like meltid gold and you’re teeth are like shiny diminds and you’re eyes are very blue. More blue than blood is red. I know that sownds like funny things to say but that is becouse this is a love letter and your supossed tosay funny things in love lettes.
My mummy says that one time you did one of your speshel dances for her. She dozent say if she liked it or not thow. Mummy says your speshel dances arnt for littl girls but Im almost grown up and then maybee I will see one of your speshel dances.
What makes a dance speshel? If you do it all the time is it still speshel?
Love from Briana Dynamic: To Dynamic,
You are my favourite superhero because you can do a lot of cool stunts and I like watching you do stunts and you always beat the bad guys and I hope you smash Tripwirer next time you see her.
From Zak
Dear Dynamic,
You are my favourite hero ever! I wish I could be as good at acrobatics as you, but my gym teacher says thats impossible if you dont have special boots. How much did you’re special boots cost? My dad pays me $10 a week to wash the car so maybe I can save money and buy some boots like yours.
Have you ever gotten hurt while tumbling? My cheerleading teacher says everyone makes mistakes (I do) but I think you are perfect because Ive never seen you make any mistakes.
Is it scary when your jumping around high up? Do you get worried about falling?
Love from Wynter. Fireflyman: Dear Fireflyman,
Thank you for being on Hero City. I think you are a very inspiring person for children to watch. I especially liked seeing you say “sorry” after you made that mistake earlier this season. I think it is important to say sorry and you’re a very good person.
Also I think your superpowers are awesome. I’m glad I don’t glow because it could be annoying but I like when you glow. Also I think its cool that you have real wings and can fly. When people can fly without wings (like Zenith) it doesn’t feel like proper flying. More like just gliding.
Do you ever miss being a firefly? Or do you think it’s annoying being surrounded by people and buildings all the time instead of being in a natural environment?
I hope you are enjoying living in Heraclia because it can be a very nice place to live.
From Lorna
Dere fieflie man.
You have olways bean my favrit heroe bicos you olways save peepl and do god things. I don’t now hwy you freezed nimbus bicos its not a god thing but i think it whas a aksident. Bicos you olways do the rite thing and you wodnt do the rong thing esept on aksident. Plees keep beeing orsum and saveing owr sitee bicos we need more peepl like you.
From Aaron. Kizuna: Dear Kizuna
Do you like pain? My big sister says pain is good becose it makes you strong and powefull. But Lucy is sad all the tiym so I don’t think pain is a verry hapy thing.
Sumtimes when I hurt i wish you could come and tack it away. But then i wont lern how to kope with pain so then I dont want it enymore.
Maybe wen I grow up I will like pain like Lucy.
My frends say yore a laym superhero becose your always sad and tired (like Lucy) but I think yore prity cool. That tiym wen you fort Nyx at the city Hall was prity cool.
Love from Herbert Mattress Comet: Dear Mattress Comet.
Your super powers are really cool. I like to lie flat on the floor and try and make myself flat. Sometimes I lie down for three or fore hours on the floor in the lownge room but I don’t get flat enouff because my mum still trips over me but wun day Ill be flat enouff for people to wolk on. Does it hurt when people wolk on you?
When my mum trips over me she yells at me but I just lie flat on the floor because you can’t here things when your perfectly flat.
I collect flat things in my room and my dad thinks its wierd. When I grow up I’m gonge to drive a steamroller so I can make more things flat. Theres a bump in the road outside my house so when I get my steamroller license I’m gonge to roll over it to make it flat.
Last year I decided to go on a flat diet to try and help me get flat. I only eat pancakes and pizza now because there flat. Sometimes my mum chops up fruit to make it flat but she can’t trik me. Also I only drink flat lemonade.
How did you get flat?
Love From Harald Mizshu: Dear Mizshu,
I am your biggest Fan! I love Watching you on Hero city and i was so sad wen you dident win this Seazon. i write a fanfiction that has you in it. its called “The Amayzing adventures of sally Mae” and you can find it by Typing it into woogle if you want to reade it. (I cheked and it works)
It mite be intresting for you cos then you could see yore Powers from a diffrint Perspective.
It also has a girl colled Sally mae (obviosly) and she is a hero Caracter that i made up. I think you would like her.
Love from your Biggest fan,
Jo Nyx Nightshadow: ((Not sure how they got to Nyx in ADMAX (if that's where she still is), but Sinclair's office peons are determined, okay!))
((I guess they checked it for stimulants and hidden codes thoroughly before handing it over, though. I hope Riley is okay with that breach of the privacy of his mail!))
Dear Nyx Nightshadow,
I think that villains are way cooler than heroes so you are better than all the heroes. I was very sad when they put you in gaol but I hope you get out soon. When you do I hope you cane smash Zenith because they’re really annoying. The other annoying heroes are: Mishu, Scarlatti, and Firefly man. Also the Queen is annoying because she always cries so pleas smash her two. One day if you are bored you can come to my school and put the toilets on fire like they say in that song. It would be funny.
Love from Riley.
Scaletta: Dear Scaletta
I really like youre shakes and other animals. I think there really cute. You should come and visit our scool one day and do a presentation about youre animals because alot of peeple are scared of them.
Thank you for being a hero and saving Heraclia from baddies.
From Sarah
Dear Scaletta,
Doo yoo lik drawing? I no yoo lik music wich is relle cool. I play the piano and I relle lik it but I hat dooing practising. My mum mayk me praktising 2 owuz evre day and it verry boring bikoz I just hav play the same thing agen and agen and agen until perfect. I lik it bettu wen I just hav fun plaing and make up a new song insted.
I also lik drawing. Her is a piksha of you that I drawed. I like your suit bikoz it has all the scales.
Min
((No picture sorry, cos ain't nobody got time fo' dat! But you can just imagine it - Min's good at drawing for an eight year old)) Tabitha Kingsley: Dear Miss Kingsley,
I have met you before. My name is William. You came to Intrigue at the Waterfall Theatre last summer and I met you after the performance. I was the king’s youngest son. But you probably don’t remember me.
I remember you said I had a good stage presence. I will never forget that.
You also said that a performer never loses their composure. I looked up what composure meant and I think you have a lot of it. Like when the bad doctor shot you in the leg this season, you still had composure.
I will try and remember that always to have composure.
I also want to say “thank you” for being a great hero. You are a role model for me. (That’s not because I want to be a hero (not properly) but I want to do good things and help people). Maybe one day I will be a famous performer like you.
Warm Regards
From William Sedgewick Tim: Dear Tim, Is it okay if I call you Tim? Because you’re hero name is Glitch but Tim is a cool name because its my name to. I really liked watching you on Hero City this season. I’m glad the heroes found the cure. Do you get scared thinking that you might of been a villain? I think its cool that you’re name is Tim and you’re superpower is Time. Did you pick that superpower because it sounds like you’re name? From you’re fan Tim ((Response written by Dju )) Dear Tim, I want to personally thank you for your letter - I was totally psyched when I got your letter. I am happy the heroes found the cure, too - and yeah, it scares me a lot to think of what might've happened if I became a villain for good. Just so you know, Tim: you got the coolest name in the universe. I'd fist-bump you if I could. I can't say I picked the power, but it was the other way around - so maybe Time likes Tims? Let me know if it happens to you, too. From your also fan, Tim. Zenith: Dear Zenith
Miss Marković says we shouldn’t ask personnal questions but I want to know if you and Tim are together? Jo says that you are but she beleives a lot of things that are only sometimes true.
I think you are a really really great superhero and I wish I could fly.
Do you have figerines of yoreself? If you dont you should by the Zenith Schlich figurine. Its really cool and it flies around above it’s stand. My mum says its magnets but I think its majical like you.
Love from Danae.
Dere Zenyth
You are a reely cool superhero. I thingk oll superheros shood fly and shoot shinee things liyk you bikoz some peeplz supe powes are rille laim. Like pane and time powez. Thats useful sumtyms but its booring to wotch. But sum powers are laym and boreing lik glouing or beeing flatt. I think all superheros shood be kowl liyk you.
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Post by Pixie on Nov 3, 2016 21:08:20 GMT -5
Rabbit ♠ and I wrote this story together for a mission about halfway through the game: Last night was a long night for Mandy. It was a long night of going after a bunch of dognappers. It was not fun. Figuring out where the dognappers would strike, following them, saving the dogs before they were sold on the black market. Those poor dogs, though. Those dognappers were not kind to those animals. Not kind at all.
Luckily for the dogs and their owners, Salamandy and Scaletta were there to save the day. The two had devised a foolproof plan to break in and arrest the cruel criminals. Salamandy snuck into their hide-out, disabled the security system, and let Scaletta in. From there, it was easy to arrest all of the dognappers.
After that, Scaletta and Salamandy went to take the dogs to the veterinarian to make sure they were okay. It was far from easy to move thirty plus dogs across town. On the bright side, there were no life-threatening injuries. A few dogs had broken legs, but they would heal fast. Salamandy and Scaletta stayed there until the last dog was picked up by their owner.
And now was the time to sleep. Mandy and Felicita returned to their apartment later than they would have liked. Immediately, Many crashed in her own bed. She had no problem getting the sleep she deserved.
Until the human alarm clock came in.
Felicita had entered her room after knocking twice on the door, and then opening it anyway. “This is your wake up call, as requested,” Mandy didn’t need any other alarm when she shared an apartment with Felicita, but the evening before made it harder for anyone to get out of bed. The usual methods of prodding, loud talking, and turning on the lights had no effect. She returned with her saxophone and saluted, and started blasting out a bold rift on her instrument.
“Come on, Mandy, you sleepyhead! There’s bagels in the toaster, and a city to save!” It wasn’t quite enough, so Felicita started dancing around a bit as she played a little louder, only having a little more volume to go before the neighbors would be disturbed.
“Felicita, it’ll take more than a bagel to get me up,” Mandy said in a mix of a yawn and a groan.
“There’s a fresh tub of cream cheese! And strawberries! And Mandy, we do need to get to work soon.”
Mandy got up. She grabbed the pillow her head was on and hit Felicita on the shoulder with it. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend.”
“And you’re lucky I’m your best friend, because who else would wake you up with a serenade and your favorite breakfast?” She laughed, “You did really earn it after all the heroics last night.”
Mandy also laughed. She yawned and stretched as she said, “I really appreciate it, Felicta.”
“The bagels are gonna get cold, so I’ll be in the common area.” she left Mandy’s room, and buttered her bagel, placing half a carton of strawberries on the side of her plate, before setting out the other half for Salamandy on the counter top.
Mandy drifted down the halls, still half-asleep. Some food would make her feel awake. Felicita always made bagels just right for her. It was a kind gesture and Mandy appreciated it. She just needed to wake up first.
The two of them sat down at the small table in the kitchen area, breakfast on their plates and a little sleep in their eyes. A definite tiredness showed on Felicita’s face, despite being more of the morning person of the two, but her eyes were still bright.
“That was a rough night,” Mandy commented. She rubbed her eye. “Do you know what we’re doing for work today?”
“Well, I hadn’t checked my phone much yet, but there is always something they could use a few heroes for.”
“And who better than the Serpentine Sisters?”
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