Ninth Most Wanted Monday

Helios: An Avatar of light and the son of the assassin Helio, he has sworn to kill the son of Nikoli, in retaliation for his father's incarceration.

Real name: Helio Jr.
Age: 25
Ethnic group: Hispanic
Marital status: Single
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 185 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Golden brown
Known accomplices: His father Helio
Occupation: Hitman
Abilities: Control over light, able to make hard light weapons and other simple constructs, create the illusion of invisibility.
Group affiliation: Unknown

Golden Age Sunday: Hope in the Shadows Part 1

Now a change of pace. From the cheerful 90's where heroes were respected to the dark 80's, before the Hero Act was passed, when they were feared and hunted. This one will be told by Omnifarious, the Mythic Manhunter as he has his first teamup with The Victor, The Children's Protector.

Hope in the Shadows Part I

Omnifarious’ Journal:
1987, November 22, 5am:

Just cleaned out another drug house. Took two in the shoulder. The body armor didn’t hold. Need to find something stronger.

Found out that I have some medical training. Had the bullets out and sealed the wound before I realized what I was doing. Arm will be a problem for a few weeks. Don’t know how I know that.

Jones is getting bold. This one had kids acting as his runners. Oldest wasn’t over ten. Scared them off but Jones will just replace them. Can’t figure out why I am angry about that.

Dealers were talking about the pretty boy again. Wears the color of death and can’t stop smiling. He seems to love the spotlight. Makes my job easier. Long as the dealers and cops focus on him I go unnoticed.

Made off with $198,000 of Jones’ money. Should help with the cause. Gave some to the shelter. Rest will buy me a space to work. Warehouse best bet. Better this way. Shelter’s only place I know but too easy to relax. To forget about the cause.

Doc almost caught me leaving the shelter. Almost found my equipment too. He’s not happy with my sleep pattern. Me refusing to talk about how he found me don’t help. Even more good reasons to leave.

Need a story to explain wounds. Worry about all of this after some sleep.

First Night on the Town part 6

I dodge to the right and slide the shield off my back. Bullets dig into the roof around me sending up chunks of concrete. I secure the shield onto my arm as dead for the roof entrance. I fake reaching for the door before spinning around the side placing the entrance between me and Billy. It won’t stop him for long, but I just need sometime to think. I need to stop him for he before he hurts someone with those things.

Glancing around the corner, I’m greeted with more gunfire. Before pulling back I can see Billy working towards me. I take quick inventory of his death dealers. He has two Uzis with the max of 50 bullets each, the handguns in his holsters has the max of 17 each, and the peashooter strapped to his hip with the max of 8. I have to plan this right. Billy’s like his father, he hates to miss. If I let him shot at me, but dodge and block at the right times he’ll go through his bullets without a second thought. Guess its time to test the shield.

I leap out from behind the entrance with the shield held in front of me. I dodge across roof making sure that the bullets only hit the shield or the ground around me. Reaching the edge building, I do a 180 flip and dodge back the way I came. I hear Billy throw down the Uzis and pull out the handguns. Good. Two down, three to go. I dodge across the roof two more times, before the handguns run out of ammo.

It’s now or never. I run up to Billy, ready to try out the net only to be greeted by the peashooter to the face. I see Billy’s smirk widen as he says, “Always wanted to kill a tight.”

Third Title Thursday

Time Lines: An offshoot of Other Probabilities, it takes a look at the DaniAllie Universe if it was set in another time, ie. the Dark Ages or the Swinging Twenties.

Seventh Wordy Wednesday

Ambrosia: A chemical drug that grants the user superhuman abilities and/or powers and usually kills during the first use.

Blog News/ Goofs with Acronyms

I recently updated the blog and changed a few things around so that its hopefully easier to explore and find what you're looking for. I moved atomic99's playlist higher up the page. Put the followers and keep informed to the bottom of the page, under the posts. Added a search engine that hopefully makes it easier to find past posts. And changed my icon to The Victor that Stephan Legend was kind enough to do for me.

I also added the recently finished Riding Sidecar and the Valentine Special A Hero and His Love to the back issues. Of course it took me two days to realize that Golden Age Sunday abbreviated was an acronym for GAS. I'm not changing it, so let any and all jokes come.

Eighth Temporal Tuesday

Here's a scene that takes place in the near future.

Virgil is working on his homework in the cafeteria. In the corner he sees Will arguing with Ursula about something. Ursula throws something at Will. Will responds by calling her a selfish wench. Ursula slaps him.

Eighth Most Wanted Monday

Koga Tana: Mistress of the katanas, she was raised to serve a secret order.

Alias: Tina Kong
Age: 25
Ethnic group: Japanese
Marital status: Single
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 125 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Jet-Black
Known accomplices: Unknown
Abilities: Mistress of katanas, skilled in bushido jiu jitsu, leadership
Group affiliations: Unknown

Golden Age Sunday: Riding Sidecar Part 5

Riding Sidecar
Part V

I woke up confused with a splitting headache. When I reached for the back of my head, I found my arms were pinned to my side. Trying to tilt my head I quickly become aware that something that was wrapped around my head gagging me. Focusing on my surroundings, I come to the realization that I’m swinging high above the ground tied up by a fuzzy rope. Straining my eyes, I traced the rope to its base only to discover that it was Dorkin’s tail. Great, how was I going to get out of this?

My planning was cut short when I heard The Victor calling up from the ground, “Let her go Dorkin.” Shifting my gaze to the ground I saw The Victor standing beside a tied up Dyer. I really couldn’t tell with the beak, but she seemed to have a smug look on her face. I could see why, this was a hostage exchange.

I didn’t get a chance to kick myself for putting The Victor in this situation because Dorkin started laughing and swinging me around even more. After a few seconds he stopped, leaned off the branch towards The Victor, and said, “Let Buteo go or Ateles let girl go.”

As The Victor and Dorkin stared each other down, I quickly went over what Dorkin just said. Why did he call her Buteo? Why did he call himself Ateles? After a second I remember what The Victor said before we went into the park, “Or as he likes to call himself, Lox.” He also said they were animal enthusiasts with spliced DNA. Studying Dyer for a second, I realize she wasn’t just a mash of varies birds but a red-tail hawk, genus Buteo. Meaning that Dorkin may not have mixed and matched monkey DNA, but that of a spider monkey, genus Ateles. Before I could continue along that line of thought, Dyer/Buteo knocked me off it when she smugly told The Victor, “Your move hero.”

Letting out a laugh, The Victor nodded his head towards me and said, “Actually its her move.” I was thinking that this was going to be my last teamup with The Cheerful Champion but to hear The Victor still had faith in me, even when I was the hostage, gave me hope and removed any doubt in my mind. Well might as well try.

Biting into Dorkin’s/Ateles’ tail, I prepared myself for the fall. As expected Dorkin howled in pain and released his hold on me, falling toward the ground I swung my whip out towards the nearest branch. Securing the hold, I swung feet first into a very surprised Dorkin’s face. Landing on the tree limb, I quickly unhooked the whip and snapped it after Dorkin, wrapping him up in manner similar to how I woke up minutes ago. Activating the grippers in the handle of my whip, I planted it into branch and start to climb down the tree. On the ground I discovered The Victor had called the police and had gagged Dyer with an acorn and tied her to a tree.

It took the police twenty minutes to find us, just enough time for The Victor to locate The Co-Champion and put it back onto The Crimson Sentinel. As the police car pulled away with Dorkin and Dyer we got back onto our respective vehicles. Starting up the bike, The Victor asked, “So what do you want to eat, Detective?”

Confused I looked around trying to figure out who he was talking to, “Who? What?”

I got the answers I was looking for when I heard The Victor laughing beside me, “Sorry, I like to give nicknames to the people I teamup with. I was asking what you want to eat.”

Confused I asked, “You still want to teamup with me, after I almost got us killed? And why call me ‘Detective’?”

Leaning towards me, he flashed a grin and said, “You’re always asking questions and you proved that you can handle yourself. So yes, I still want to teamup with you.”

Geda had gotten away, but The Victor was acting like we had won. I was hungry, so I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Okay, Steve’s Deli, its about a block away.”

Getting the booth Blue Beak and I normally eat at, The Victor ordered, big surprise, a glass of milk and I got a soda. After thanking the cook, who personally delivered our food, he finished the story he was telling, “So Blue Beak looks at Quiver and says, ‘But I was following you,’” sending both of us into a fit of laughter.

As I listen to him tell me another stories about Blue Beak and The New York Patrol, some funny stuff, I couldn’t help but go back to my line of thought earlier today. What caused him to become a hero? Whatever it was, he was surprisingly modest. When the owner offered to pay for our lunch, The Victor just politely declined and asked for the bill. The cook never served Blue Beak or I and we always paid for meals.

Finishing up the lunch, The Victor reached into his belt and said, “You’re missing something from your utility belt.”

After searching my pouches for what it could be, I turned to ask what it was only to find him handing me a small round device with a red v on it. Taking it from him, I started looking it over, “A V-Radio? But I thought only Patrol members have ones.”

Nodding his head, The Victor laughed, “Yes, a V-Radio. And yes only Patrol members can have them.”

Trying to suppress my excitement I asked, “Does that mean…”

The V-Radio cut me off with a booming announcement, “Attention all units, Lox has just attacked the prison transport with Ateles and Buteo. Repeat. Lox has just attacked the prison transport.” Just when I thought the day couldn’t get anymore exciting.

Two minutes later, after The Victor paid the bill and left a sizable tip, a twenty, we were tearing down the street in The Crimson Sentinel and The Co-Champion. The Victor was wearing his trademark grin and I was wearing a similar one. I had the feeling that that day was just beginning and I wasn’t wrong.

The End…

for now.

First Night on the Town part 5

About five minutes later, I’m sitting on a ledge overlooking the city. I’ve taken off the mask and laid the shield down beside me. Studying the bloodstains on the mask, I go over what the Masked Man said and can’t think of anything to argue against. I shouldn’t be a hero. Sorry Victor, but you wasted your life on a nobody.

Standing up, I catch my reflection in a window. Intentional or not the Masked Man fixed my face, so at least I don’t have to come up with a lie to tell Mom and Henri. They worry enough about me. Especially after what happened in New Orleans. I’ll worry about what to do about tomorrow, tomorrow. Throwing the mask back on and slipping the shield I leap off the roof to the one below I start heading home to forget this bad idea.

Running across the rooftop I hear someone say, “Freeze.” Great, the police. How can this get any worse? I turn to see a man wearing a black riot mask and bodysuit with guns strapped here and there pointing two large Uzis at me. I had to ask, it’s my personal nightmare man, Gunner.

I try to stay calm as I raise my hands in the air and stutter out a question, “G-G-Gunner?! How did you get out of ‘The Can’?”

Gunner lets out a soft laugh and yanks off his mask. I stare at the face of my former best friend, not believing that it’s him. But it’s him. He still cuts his hair military style and he still has the scar I gave him. It’s Billy. It’s Billy with GUNS.

I’m shaken out of my shock when I hear his answer, “Dad didn’t. I’m the new and improved model. Bye.” I see him raise the Uzis again and open fire.

Third Tower Thursday

Cheant* (The Can) Prison: A supermax for supercriminals, its located in on an isle just east of the Statue of Liberty. Built into solid rock, it stands ten stories tall and two miles wide. The prison is divided into two sections, alpha & beta. Alpha for the super powerful criminals and beta for the average ones. "The Can" is famous for being to only active prison to never have a successful escape, yet. Its also famous for its two most know inmates, Emerald Elf and the Gunner, who have tried to break the prison's flawless record.

*I've found two different definitions for Cheant. The first says it means the falling and the second says it means dearly. Until I find out which it is I will be referring to it be its nick name "The Can."

Sixth Wordy Wednesday

Alien: A being not of this Earth. (duh)

Seventh Temporal Tuesday

Nikoli Stile. Thief. Criminal Mastermind. Genius. Trickster. Hero. What can be said about him that he hasn't said himself?

Born Nicholas Stile to Irish immigrants, Henry and Elizabeth Stile in the spring of 1963. Henry was a lifetime beat cop and his wife, Elizabeth made money reading at the local library.

Even at when he very young, Nick showed that he was different from other kids his age. He retained everything he saw or heard, could learn a skill just by seeing some else do it, and solved most puzzles within minutes.

He first made world news, when at the age of 4, he left his parents at the New York Zoo and went home to catch his favorite cartoon. He had crossed town with money he found off the street, borrowed a neighbor's hair pin so he could pick the lock to his parents apartment, and called his father's precinct to let them when the show was over to tell them he was okay. Even after all that, he made the news the next year because he refused to go to an advanced school and would only attend public school with his friends.

He seemed to fade from the public mind, but sprung back when at the age of 15 he moved out of his parents home and had himself declared a legal adult. No one know where he got the money, but he apparently he owned a few pawnshops and loan offices as well as a bar. He again bopped up when he disappeared near the end of his junior year and didn't return until a year later having changed his name from Nicholas to Nikoli. To no one's surprise he graduated valedictorian.

He turned down offers to attend college and left on a ship with a few of his friends, not to be heard of until Superbowl Sunday the following year. Using assumed names, he had payed for two minutes of screen time and gave a speech on how the world was giving into apathy and he couldn't stand it any longer. He declared himself a nomad and said that criminals would be punished under his watchful eye. At the end of his speech 20 of the world's most wanted people were delivered, by mail, to the offices of Interpol, the FBI, and other similar branches throu out the globe.

Seventh Most Wanted Monday

Seeing how I've run out of villains that are tied to Virgil's past, except for Emerald Elf, I'm going to introduce someone that he will be meeting soon, Adrenalin.

Adrenalin: A thrill seeking millionaire, he commits high risk crimes more for the excitement than for the money.

Real name: Ed Drilman
Age: 23
Ethnic group: Caucasian
Marital status: Single
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 185 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Known accomplices: Unknown
Abilities: Pilot, skydiving, mountain climbing, deep sea diving, expects in explosives, surfing, snow surfing, polar bearing, and other extreme sports.
Group affiliation: Unknown

A Hero and His Love

He quickened his pace as his heart began to race. Where could she be, his fiery Valkyrie? Their love being tried and true, for him there was only his girl in blue.

He had realized something was a miss when he arrived for their date two hours too late. She had been gone for sometime having written a note "Come Find Me" in a hand most fine.

He had risked all for their first dance because to him this will be his one and only romance. He loved everything about her, but where would she hide, my good sir?

The dark blue of her eyes that were able to see throu any and all his lies. After the incident with the knife, she was the only one who saw all sides of his life.

The flow of of her chestnut mane as they would speed from lane to lane. It would always ended up covering her face by the time they finished a strainus case.

How she pressed lips when she thought he was being too generous with his tips. So set was her jaw whenever she would raise her gun for the law.

As he tried to figure out where to start above all when his cell received the call. Before he could give a reply, his landlady shouted at him something about a pizza guy?

Moving far above the street he headed home to find if this was a trick or a treat. Coming throu his private entrance he realized that he had a witness.

The figure might wish him harm because even in shadow he could make out their firearm. Ready for a rumble he throw out a blinding light and prepared for trouble.

As his eyes adjusted to the light he was greeted by an unexpected sight, for before him was his girl.

He suddenly realized the landlady's fun as he faced down a pizza, not a gun. She wore a grin and one of his shirts that stretched to her shin. As she mouthed, "Here's looking for you, kid" he gave her his smile that he never truly hid.

Happy Valentine's Day everybody. Hopefully you enjoyed this tiny look into my world of cheesy comicbook romance.

First Night on the Town part 4

Forcing myself awake, I stare at the three brothers. Bear has gotten up and is nursing the bump on his head. Next to him is Sydney still pulling at the whip around Davy-san’s wrist. And Davy-san of course was standing over me.

Sydney pulling on the whip again, “I said ‘Enough’, David.”

Davy-san pulls back on the whip, “No, this tight attacked Bear and I’m going to make him pay.” Nice to see the years haven’t change Davy’s need to talk like he’s in an action movie.

Nodding at me as he tightens his grip, Sydney continued, “Not a good idea, look at his chest.”

He glances at me while he continues to try and free himself, “It’s a bird, so what?”

Releasing the whip he places himself between Davy and myself, Sydney points at my chest and almost shouted, “It’s the Dove.”

Davy-san’s face goes white as he lets out a small stream of curses. Great. My father is saving me. I can’t recall what happens next only that after a few minutes I hear the van pull away, very fast. Listening to it speed away, I finally give in to injures and pass out.

The voice comes from out of nowhere, “Hey, pal wake up.” Great. Someone was watching. I was about to tell him to leave me alone so I can beat myself up when suddenly I feel like I’ve drunken to pots of coffee and shot up from the trash.

A man wearing a light blue leather outfit sitting on a motorcycle greets me with a golden staff pointed right at me. “Where’s the boy.” Who’s this guy? And why to I feel like I have a gun in my face.

I stand up and lean against the alley wall for support. The masked man leans back on his bike, but never takes his eyes or golden staff off me. Staring at him, I ask the first thing that comes to mind, “Who are you?” Thinking I add, and why do I feel invigorated?

The Masked Man leans forward and says, “No questions. Where’s the boy?”

Feeling some of my old fire burning again, I shrug my shoulders and say, “Sorry, I don’t do matchmaking.”

The Masked Man slowly leans back and says, “No jokes. Tell me now.” I finally realize the answer my last question as I hunch over in pain, my heart barely pumping.

I look a the Masked Man and finally squeeze out an answer, “I… Don’t… Know…”

Pulling his staff away from me, I feel my heart begin to beat normally. Starting up his motorcycle he gives me a dismissive glance and says, “See it wasn’t that hard. No go home. This is manly work.”

I watch him ride off before I start to climb a nearby fire escape. I’m glad to see someone on patrol, but its odd that I’ve never heard of him before.

Second Titan Thursday

Yellow Tail: One of The Victor usual teamup partner and a junior member of The New York Patrol.

Real name: Miranda Wiedlin
Age: 20
Ethnic group: Caucasian
Height: 5'5"
Weight:127 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde
Occupation: College Student/Bounty Hunter
Abilities: Whip mastery, acrobatics, judo, lock picking, detective skills, and motorcycle acrobatics
Group affiliation: Villain Seekers, The New York Patrol (formally)

Fifth Wordy Wednesday

Air: A Magical Being that draws their power from the sky.

Sixth Temporal Tuesday

"[Blocked to avoid spoilers], why are you dressed like The Protector."

Whose asking and when will they ask? All will be revealed in the future.

Sixth Most Wanted Monday

The Emerald Twins: The Emerald Elf's personal bodyguards/assassins, this green duo were a force to deal with. After escaping from "The Can", their current location is unknown, but they are mostly planning an escape for their employer.

Real names: Midori and Jade Inaba
Age: 25
Ethnic group: Asian-American (Thailand decent)
Marital Status: Single
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Eyes: Green (may or may not be contact lenses)
Hair: Brown
Known accomplices: Emerald Elf, each other
Occupations: Hitwomen/Bodyguards
Abilities: Acrobatics, Thai kickboxing
Group affiliation: The Emerald Empire

Golden Age Sunday: Riding Sidecar Part 4

Riding Sidecar
Part IV

I cra parked The Co-Champion next to some bushes, took my helmet off, and checked to make sure that my mask was on straight. I was about to throw the helmet into the seat when I realized it was my only way to contact The Victor. I could try to get the radio out, but the helmet would be destroyed. I could just carry it with me, but that would limit my mobility and leave me open to attacks.

I had finally decided to risk leaving the helmet when I sensed someone behind. Spinning to face whatever it was, I found a long brown tail waiting for me. Suppressing a giggle, I curiously stepped closer to it. Yellow Tail meet Brown Tail. I was about to reach for it when it disappeared into the trees above.

Scrunching my face, I went over what I had just seen in my head. It almost looked like a MONKEY’S. Realizing I had been tricked, I was about to turn around when I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and heard someone laughing, “You try to catch Ateles, but Ateles catch you.” Falling to the ground, I realized I had been worrying about how to find Dorkin, when I should have been worrying about Dorkin finding me.

First Night on the Town part 3

As I slam it to the muscle-bound goon I realize one thing about myself. I HATE BEING RIGHT. Getting up off the thug, I shake my head and try to figure out if I’m upright or doing a handstand. After I decide my feet are on the ground, I turn to face the other four. Sorry, I mean two. Mr. Question The Money had ran over to check on the sleeping giant while his partner, Mr. Relax had moved to block me from getting to the van. His pose seems familiar.

It starts to sink in when I hear what Mr. QTM says as he tries to wake the sleeping ugly, “Bear? Bear? Are you alright?” Bear? Glancing over at Mr. QTM, I realize he’s dressed more to give a lecture than to commit a crime with his brown vest and khakis. Syd? Turning to face Mr. Relax as he inches closer I finally notice his loose clothing and his fire filled eyes. Davy?

Shooting straight up, my pain forgotten as I stare at them. Running my eyes over each one I start to list their names, ages, and skills to myself. David, or Davy-san as he likes to be called, is the youngest brother of the three with some of the fastest reflexes I’ve ever seen. His karate isn’t anything to laugh at either. Bart, or rather the infamously known Bear, is the middle brother. He normally bench press a 1,000 pounds and is skilled in Greco-Roman wrestling. He once “roughhoused” with a baby grizzly just to say he had. Sydney is the oldest of the Tones Brothers and used to help me plan the heists, when he wasn’t studying for a history test. They’re my old crew, the Sons of Crime. All we need is Billy, and the whole gang would be here.

Davy knocks me out of memory lane with a leaping knee to the jaw. I start to fall towards trashcans behind me and don’t even try to right myself. I shouldn’t be a hero.

Davy delivers a right to the left side of my jaw, making me spit out blood. I used to lead these guys. If Sydney couldn’t stay legit, what hope do I have?

Landing in trash, I just stay there as Davy dives at me and starts beating my face in. I don’t think any of this is karate, but I don’t care. Just as I’m about to blackout, someone shouts enough and Davy stops. Peering out thro one of my black eyes I see a whip around his wrist, pulling him off me. What, the fight got too boring for you?

Second Title Thursday

Other Probabilities: A book that takes a look at the PC Universe if one or more things had happened or didn't happen one way or another. Its similar to Marvel's "What If?" and DC's "Elseworlds"

Fourth Wordy Wednesday

Aero: A superhuman that has some power dealing with gas or gasses.

Fifth Temporal Tuesday

Okay going back to something I did two weeks ago, in fact I just do this every two weeks. Here's another history lesson from the PC Universe.

About a year after the appearance of Father Crime, a eccentric millionaire by the name Edward Mann(Mr. E. Mann) decided to try to take him down. All research into his past has proven that was in fact his real name.

Operating publicly, he tried and failed to take down the supervillain for decades. But, even though he could never take the criminal mastermind he was able to stop his criminal empire from spreading out of Europe.

Everything about Mr. E Mann's methods and looks could be explained. Even though his identity was public knowledge, he wore a mask because it allowed him to see in the dark and scan for evidence. He used a grappling gun because Father Crime legally owned most of the streets and could have charged him with trespassing. He drove a custom car because Father Crime use supped up vehicles to commit his crimes. He operated outside the law because Crime owned most of the government.

Mann retired shortly after Father Crime's disappearance but refused to comment if the two connected. Most experts believed that this would be the end of the costume beings and crazy masterminds, and other vigilantes. It would have been, if it wasn't for Nikoli Stile. But that's a story for another time.

Fifth Most Wanted Monday

Last week you read about Gunner, this week you'll read about his son Gunner Reload.

Gunner Reload: The son of the first Gunner, he carries on his father's bloody legacy of murder for hire. (I'm working on the name)

Real name: Will Tell Jr.
Age: 21
Ethnic group: Caucasian
Marital status: Single
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 225 lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Reddish-brown
Known accomplices: David Tones aka Davy-san, Bartholomew Tomes aka Bear, and Sydney Tones
Occupation: Hitman
Abilities: Master Marksman
Group affiliations: Sons of Crime (formally)