Friv
03-18-2011, 11:58 PM
Roland stepped into the hatch, hanging on by his fingers as he looked at the city below. The jet was banking over the city's newest skyscraper, slowing to its minimum speed. He glanced back at his team with a smile. “Wish me luck.” He said.
“Good luck!” Blossom said brightly.
Roland let go of the doorframe and saluted her informally. “I don't believe in luck.” He said, falling backwards out of the plane.
Behind him, he heard Blossom say, “Then why did you…?” but the rest was swallowed by the roaring wind.
Roland dropped towards the tower, feeling the air washing around him. He spread his arms, shifting his position to line up perfectly with the top of the tower, and studied it carefully. As reported, it wasn't actually a solid structure. Rather, several large ropes of glass, each one at least six or eight feet across, were spiralling around one another, leaving large gaps that allowed the air to pass through easily. As they closed to a point, they crossed over each other before spreading apart again, cascading towards the city streets below. He could actually see the glass flowing, translucent waterfalls moving in reverse. It was actually beautiful.
“You're coming down too hard.” Roland rolled his eyes as Piper spoke through his earpiece. He grinned, holding his fists out in front of him.
“I'm going through the middle.” He was falling like a bullet now, directly for the point where every glass flow met. He had gravity on his side. No problem.
He hit.
He bounced.
“Son of a…” Roland cursed, sliding along a plane of glass for a moment before collapsing through the cracks between two flows. His hand shot out, grabbed for an edge, and slid off it. A moment later, he was falling again. For just a moment, he saw two figures kneeling, a woman, a pair of monsters. That looked good. He aimed for the monsters.
He didn't have quite enough time on the first bounce, but he hit the concrete hard enough to flip back up into the air, and this time he collided with one of the roof's gargoyles. The gargoyle sprawled, collapsing backwards, and Roland landed heavily on his feet, swayed for a moment, and then regained his balance. He looked up at the jet circling a thousand feet above and gave a thumbs-up, then returned his attention to his suit. A quick look satisfied him that while it was a bit dusty from hitting the concrete, there were no rips or tears.
“Who are you? How are you standing here? Explain.” Roland turned his attention to the woman standing across from him, staring at him with perfectly-shaped shock. He swallowed. He'd heard that Evangel was a looker, but he hadn't expected this.
Roland cracked his knuckles. “You can call me Invictus.” He said, and grinned. The name felt right, like a comfortable suit of clothes. “As for how I'm here – that's not really your problem. Your problem is that you're under arrest for attempted magical terrorism.”
At the end of every age, heroes are needed.
It is 2011, and the world is entering such a time. The supervillain Rex Mundi has ravaged the world, killing hundreds of heroes and shattering many of the traditions and assumptions that Earth's heroes have held dear. In the aftermath of his rampage, new dangers are stirring. In the United States, a band of heroes gathers together under the auspices of the Superhuman Enforcement Agency, given the mission of protecting their country from magical threats. They're an eclectic group. All of them were considered to be potential villains themselves at one time or another. But they're determined, dedicated, and just a little bit insane.
Located at http://patchworkchampions.wikidot.com , Patchwork Magisters is my second foray into online serial adventures. I'm hoping some of the folks around here might be interested in giving it a read, and I'm always curious to hear what you think. :smallbiggrin:
“Good luck!” Blossom said brightly.
Roland let go of the doorframe and saluted her informally. “I don't believe in luck.” He said, falling backwards out of the plane.
Behind him, he heard Blossom say, “Then why did you…?” but the rest was swallowed by the roaring wind.
Roland dropped towards the tower, feeling the air washing around him. He spread his arms, shifting his position to line up perfectly with the top of the tower, and studied it carefully. As reported, it wasn't actually a solid structure. Rather, several large ropes of glass, each one at least six or eight feet across, were spiralling around one another, leaving large gaps that allowed the air to pass through easily. As they closed to a point, they crossed over each other before spreading apart again, cascading towards the city streets below. He could actually see the glass flowing, translucent waterfalls moving in reverse. It was actually beautiful.
“You're coming down too hard.” Roland rolled his eyes as Piper spoke through his earpiece. He grinned, holding his fists out in front of him.
“I'm going through the middle.” He was falling like a bullet now, directly for the point where every glass flow met. He had gravity on his side. No problem.
He hit.
He bounced.
“Son of a…” Roland cursed, sliding along a plane of glass for a moment before collapsing through the cracks between two flows. His hand shot out, grabbed for an edge, and slid off it. A moment later, he was falling again. For just a moment, he saw two figures kneeling, a woman, a pair of monsters. That looked good. He aimed for the monsters.
He didn't have quite enough time on the first bounce, but he hit the concrete hard enough to flip back up into the air, and this time he collided with one of the roof's gargoyles. The gargoyle sprawled, collapsing backwards, and Roland landed heavily on his feet, swayed for a moment, and then regained his balance. He looked up at the jet circling a thousand feet above and gave a thumbs-up, then returned his attention to his suit. A quick look satisfied him that while it was a bit dusty from hitting the concrete, there were no rips or tears.
“Who are you? How are you standing here? Explain.” Roland turned his attention to the woman standing across from him, staring at him with perfectly-shaped shock. He swallowed. He'd heard that Evangel was a looker, but he hadn't expected this.
Roland cracked his knuckles. “You can call me Invictus.” He said, and grinned. The name felt right, like a comfortable suit of clothes. “As for how I'm here – that's not really your problem. Your problem is that you're under arrest for attempted magical terrorism.”
At the end of every age, heroes are needed.
It is 2011, and the world is entering such a time. The supervillain Rex Mundi has ravaged the world, killing hundreds of heroes and shattering many of the traditions and assumptions that Earth's heroes have held dear. In the aftermath of his rampage, new dangers are stirring. In the United States, a band of heroes gathers together under the auspices of the Superhuman Enforcement Agency, given the mission of protecting their country from magical threats. They're an eclectic group. All of them were considered to be potential villains themselves at one time or another. But they're determined, dedicated, and just a little bit insane.
Located at http://patchworkchampions.wikidot.com , Patchwork Magisters is my second foray into online serial adventures. I'm hoping some of the folks around here might be interested in giving it a read, and I'm always curious to hear what you think. :smallbiggrin: