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.