Silver Age Universe - Manhattan

Anything taking place in the Manhattan of the Silver Age OFFICIAL RP will be here. Note: This will more than likely be the most commonly used thread.

[Attn: Open]

"There they are," the Star Spangled Adventurer says from a low rooftop not far away. "The lot of them criminal heads. But that's an issue for Flip-Side. One of them is possessed by Horror."

White Star and Ms. America both lean against a wall on the roof and watch as American views the event. "So what are we waiting for? Let's get down there and beat on some criminals."

"Not that easy. If Horror suspects any of us, he can just jump out of one an possess another."

White Star then stands up right. "You know, for a team called the All American HEROES, we sure don't do a lot of hero work. When it was just you and me, we got a lot more done. I got my hands on, or should I say in, my dad's newest spectral tech. These babies can touch anything like it's solid, even if it has the molecular density of a gas."

"Your gauntlets are always getting up grade, 'ey, Star? Where's Eagle?"

"Where else? Off in fantasy land making sure Mama's okay," Ms. America says. She then hovers up. "Just say the word and I'll rocket on down there and give 'em all a face full of dirt."

"And what's to stop Horror from possessing YOU?"

At this both young heroines back down. Yeah, they did kind of overlook that. It was just a matter of seeing how events would unfold. "Half-Ghost told me it was this Gene Mallone character Horror was in."

Attn: Chaos

"What the devil?!" American says. "What is HE doing down there?! He's going to ruin the whole thing. Let's move."

Ms. America then floats up and rockets down, grabbing Chaos and throwing him across the landscape. Before long American and White Star arrive and begin grabbing and hauling off the gangsters. Suddenly they realize something. One's missing. "Mallone, where's Mallone?" American says, looking around.

Attn: Chaos

Suddenly Ms. America lands behind Chaos and puts one head on his shoulder, using the other as a hammer and him as the nail, driving him into the ground. Meanwhile White Star and American are caught before making impact. Looking up, they see they are being held by American Eagle. "What would you do without me?"

The remainder of the team manages their way back to the funeral. American and White Star sit on the roof as Ms. America and American Eagle pick up the gangsters, rocketing away. "Where's the last one?"

"No idea. But he's the one Horror is hiding in," American says.

Attn: Open

Ms. America pulls herself out of the building to find that the civilians had been saved by American and White Star while the gangsters are already gone with American Eagle. The other two then rush off into the city while Ms. America flies off to try and find Mallone.

Attn: Open

The next evening, Triggerman and Lasagna take to the busy city skyline. Still it was a strange sight seeing a cowboy in the middle of 19XX New York. Nonetheless, he and his sidekick were American icons.

[Attn: Open]

At this point the demon within Mallone returns his conscious mind and leaves his body, hovering around, invisible in the room and looking down on the scene. He cackles to himself mischievously. His body a long, eerie cloak of shadow, his head a warped pumpkin, this revenge seeking ghost watches now as the latest Mallone and prepped to be slaughter much to his content.

Attn: Open

The horrible ghost follows the crazed boy to the balcony and watches. Ooh, how delicious. The surge of negative emotion. It fed him, kept him strong. He could taste their anger, sorrow, and fear. This was his pastime. He then turns to a little girl projecting the least emotional response. How boring. Emotional yes but not what he'd wanted. Very well...she would be next. He then creeps through the air and enters her body, watching through her eyes.

[Attn: Open]

Horror stirs within Mallone's young daughter. And stares through the car window as they pull away from the building. He laughs from within and this simple notion provokes a smile, wide across the girl's face.


Later that week, crime had suddenly taken to a spike. Things were looking grim. The police were ill equipped for the riots and massacres in the streets. The heroes had decided to stay out of this. There was nothing that could be done in all honesty. They stuck to what they knew. Super criminals. Oh sure, some heroes tried. But many found their efforts fruitless. Most times, the criminals they sought were dead before they got there.

Other times they would hear a deranged laugh in the midst of combat with gangs and those gangsters would just drop dead.

Wild-Child sits on a high building one afternoon and looks over the city. Selective superhuman senses. That was fun to play with. She could hear, smell, and see beyond that of any average human. She then hears a scream and jumps. Before impact, she grabs a clothing line stretched between two buildings and uses it to swing to a stop before rolling to a halt in an alley.

Some idiot was trying to steal a ladies belongings. "Excuse me," she interrupts, "But if you wanna learn that badly how to accessorize, first thing's first. Honey, that just is NOT your color." She then jumps down on top of him and punches him in the head, taking the purse back and giving it to the woman. "There you go."

Suddenly she hears the sound of gunfire. A shootout. Again with this? It was the third time in two hours! Reluctantly, she begins to climb the near building, grabbing ledges and bars to swing her way up. She then takes off along the rooftops. Finally, she makes it to the shootout and grabs a pod from her wrist pockets. "All right, good. They're still alive."

[Attn: Open]

Wild-Child stands over the last of her beat down victims as the police arrive. She smiles as the cops take away each of the gangsters but she knows very well that this is only the beginning. She then climbs up onto another rooftop and looks around. The place was in disarray. She could see a few heroes across the city, flying around. It was a big place. She then gets back to her own patrol, jumping off.

[Attn: Open]

Wild-Child suddenly looks down to find that a bank had erupted into an explosion below. Out from the flames emerge several men and women in purple gangster outfit, resembling something a rather colorful gangster from the 30's might wear. They all have what, at a glance, may appear to be tommy-guns. A closer look? Laser rifles. They fire off rounds and rounds of the weapons, rushing off into what appears to be black limo and peel out. Wild-Child then jumps from the roof and catches a flag pole, spinning on it before dropping off and landing on the roof of the vehicle. "Okay, I got this far...I really should have thought this through."

[Attn: Open]

As Wild-Child looks for a way to try and slow the vehicle down, she suddenly hears the weapons inside the car shifting. "What the- GAH!" She jerks out of the way as a laser beam shoots through the roof. "Okay, that's just not fair!" She then tries to reach into the vehicle but another shot is fired which she just barely evades. "Okay, now you're just being rude."

Another figure suddenly lands on the vehicle in front of Wild-Child. She wears a blue outfit and crouches down on the windshield. "Hey, kid," she says. "Excuse me a minute, would ya?" The car suddenly starts to change color from violet to blue. From there the wheels become jagged and spiked, digging into the street, causing the car to slow down. The vehicle itself begins to somewhat change in shape. It eventually swerves to a stop and the blue heroine jumps down from the hood, opening the door and yanking the driver out. "Look'it, ya dumb cluck. I'm real tired of havin' to stop you goons and your boss cold. Azure owns these streets, Capiche?"

The goon nods vigorously as Azure grabs the two fro the back seat and string them up to the car, leaving them there for the police who come soon to pick them up. "Nice try, kid. But Lady Vi is a serious No-Nonsense dame."

"Yes'm," Wild-Child says.

After this, Azure turns and waves, running off into an alley and climbing a fire escape to get back to her own patrol.

[Attn: Open]

American stands on a rooftop with White Star and looks over the city. The place was going to the dogs. Was there really anything they could do? For every criminal they took down, more were ready around a corner somewhere. Sure things were bad before, but now? It's like everything the heroes had done over the years to really clean the place up was disappearing. "Where do these guys come from?" White Star asks.

"They're just a bunch of gangsters trying to take up new territory. It'll be over by the end of the month. I've seen it all before," American says.

"If you say so."