Marshal Stark-Channing
Manowar / 27 / Male / Hero
Tags: All other heroes Location: Plan A Headquarters
Today was a good day. Marshal strolled into the headquarters with his head held high. He grinned at the men and women in suits with stony faces, overseeing the gathering of heroes. The invite had come to him a week ago, and he was more than ready to prove himself. It was only natural that he'd been given a leadership position: smart, rich, lovable, what was there to question?
Marshal sat himself down at the long table, unbuttoning his Brunello Cucinelli blazer, in charcoal grey, virgin wool, and crossing his ankle over his knee. His Stefano Ricci jeans, dark wash, custom fit, pulled up at the pant leg, showing off his new Layer-0 ankle boots in black suede. He had decided to dress casual today, as to not intimidate his new teammates.
He glanced around at the headquarters: sleek, modern, cold. He knew they were required to stay here during their stint with this operation, but he'd have to be sure to have some home comforts delivered to his suite to make it livable. He was sure that the Plan A execs would have made them as neutral as possible. Marshal interlaced his fingers over his knee as he waited for his new teammates to arrive.
Porfirio Wagner
Indigo / 17 / Male / Villain
Tags: Open Location: Theo's home
"We've done the experimental runs up to five miles, correct?"
"Yes sir."
Porfirio was used to his master's almost constant company by now. Ever since he was a child, Mr. Roswell had kept him close. Firi's powers had saved them both multiple times. Roswell praised him for his abilities, gave him privileges for them. He never judged Firi by his appearance, as many others had in the past.
Freak. Muty.
Demon. In fact, Mr. Roswell actively searched for those whom society shunned: the bigger their powers, the better. He was about to go on one such search to find a new recruit for the cause. Mr. Roswell had developed a booster for his powers, allowing him teleport up to five miles away, three more than his natural limit. With the use of virtual imagery, he could be given the feel of the location without actually having been there. The process was still in the works, but Firi was confident. He couldn't let his master down.
Roswell turned and marched towards the atrium of his hidden lair. In the classic villain style, it was hidden under the earth. The lights that shown on the stone tunnels illuminated Firi's dark fur. His purple wash coat billowed behind him as he followed his master. The booster, strapped around his chest in a harness, was tucked underneath it. The villains that Roswell had gathered had been called to the lair of a debriefing. There was new information to consider.
"Gentlemen," Roswell said as he entered the cavern, "And ladies. We have new plans to discuss." He turned to Porfirio, who's tail was lashing back and forth in anticipation. "You have your assignment."
"Yes sir." With that, Firi teleported. He closed his eyes, his mind mapping out the location he'd been shown. He imagined
being there, where he would land. A cloud of purple smoke filled the spot that once held him. Firi was falling backwards through a dark vortex. He was used to the feel of falling, and the flinging that come after it. He was being squeezed forward through a tight tunnel, his breath taken away. Then, he was free. Firi opened his eyes, and he was in an alleyway. The process had taken no more than half a second, although it felt like minutes. His red eyes glowed in the darkness as he searched his surroundings for threats. No one had seen him.
Firi looked up at the wall to his left: the home of his target. His bare hands reached out to touch it, then cling to it. As if magnet to metal, he began to climb the wall effortlessly.
