Darksider42

"Well, I was useful." Rift grumbled as he slung his guitar over his shoulder and walked over to the unconscious body of the Klansman. "I'll bring him down the ground level for the police to pick up. Then we-" Rift stopped as he heard the sounds of metal and supports weaken. "...Well thats encouraging." The teen hero said with sigh as he bent down and started dragging the villain to the blown out wall of the gondola. "I'll take care of him. Try and help the other hostages out somehow before the the whole place falls to the ground." He told Sage before hovering out of the ship towards the ground, struggling to hold the man without dropping him.

Deadpool will beat you up with your own health bar! :D

"huh, never had the chance to play PS3 before." Warren mumbled as mark went on pointing out the various parts the dorm. He made sure they were memorized so he didn't have to ask someone something obvious next time. "Not the only one with the hearing I see. I'll try not to keep him up late." He said with a slight smile. Soon as Trevor asked, he just shrugged. "Rock and Heavy Metal mostly. Decent enough at both genres."

A few more minutes of work, positioning Amps and Warren was sure he had everything right. There was something bugging him about this whole thing. Not with this experiment, but the idea of it. He was sure he got it from somewhere, but for the life of him he couldn't work out where. He shook his head as he swapped his faded Iron Maiden shirt of a plain black one and donned his duster and domino mask. He connected his guitar up to his computer and opened a old sound recording program his friends used to mess around with before his last band broke up. "OK, just click this...And there." He muttered before turning to the empty wall of his room and focused. He started playing a few experimental strums of his guitar and tried to force all the resulting sound into just one spot. The air distorted as concentrated sound waves focused into one spot, the sound feeding into the microphones and coming out the speakers. The sound kept looping and growing with each second. It started to get to Rift, his focus wavering... One second later Rift was blown across the room, his back slamming against the door while paper, stray wire and a few old comic books were sent into the air. "OK...That hurt." He grumbled through clenched teeth, a old issue of Freedom City Adventures landing on his face.

Table of Contents: Alternate universes Thrash (Anti-Earth) What If? -Warren was only a Super Genius? -Warren became a God of Heavy Metal?

Warren sorted through the mess that was his room. Old amplifiers that inexplicably blew out through the years, odd scraps of electrical boards and other components and a somewhat outdated computer he got for his 15th birthday that in this day and age would count as a boat anchor. Still worked surprising fast despite its age. He remembered reading something once about Vibrations affecting the barriers between realities. He wasn't sure where he read it, but it would be interesting if he could (Somehow) pull off similar results. He brushed aside a few things and started cleaning up. He doubted he could pull off something like that, but some part of him wanted to know if it WAS possible. Unlikely, but it would pass the time I suppose. He though with a shrug as he picked up a jumbled mess of cords, microphones and the few working mini-Amplifiers and started plugging them into his computer before switching the thing on. He brought some of his superhero gear with him. If he did manage to succeed, he did not want anything slipping through that would try to take over the world. As he worked, a certain distress call went out to those of Young Freedom. Warren never got the call, nor would he know about what was to come...

Memorial Day It was a quiet Memorial Day weekend around Freedom City, one quiet enough that many of Freedom City's superheroes (including its teenage contingent) went out of town to visit their families over the weekend, or go elsewhere with their families to enjoy the long weekend. Warren Wilder, Teenager and budding superhero was originally planning on such a thing for the long weekend, but a accident happened as his father's back problems too a turn for a worse when he tripped over and possible caused more damage to his spine. Warrens plans were thrown out of whack as his father was taken to hospital for observation. Warren was told to keep an eye on his home while his mother kept watch over his father. He would have liked to stay with them, but the criminal element in southside stopped him. Last thing they needed was another break in. Especially now that money was so tight. So he sat there on the couch, contemplating what he should do with his free time other than watch re-runs of some old sitcoms or read some old issues of Freedom League Adventures he had hovering somewhere in his room. He sighed and picked up his guitar and started playing. His mind started to wonder... [groove]21319592[/groove] What else they can I do beyond making myself what the loudest guitarist to exist on the planet? What else could sound achieve? I can fly by riding on sound waves, I can create blasts of sound that can confuse and knock out anyone that I come across, I could destroy anything through sonic vibrations... "Vibrations..." He muttered under his breath as he finished his song. Ideas were starting to slip into his mind. He stood up and made his way into his room. He was not sure if this would work, but it would be interesting to see if it would.

OOC thread for the Through Worlds Beyond threads

Rolling for notice: 1d20+9=27 Nice.

Sounds good man :)

Think we should end here?

Rift Through Worlds beyond: Prologue Ain't Noise pollution The One Where They Fight The Nazi's New Sound

Warren nodded as he rummaged through a pile of books and ripped a blank piece of paper from a blank textbook. "Well, I haven't done too much field testing, still making adjustments here and there and seeing what the end result is. But sure, the last one sounds good man." He looked around again and grabbed a pen from his desk and quickly scribbled down his number. "Heres my number anyway if you need to call me sometime." He finished, holding it out for Eddie.

Warren nodded as he listened to Eddie talk. Ht needed as much info as he could before he could make a choice. "I dunno...I've been playing lead most of my time so its gonna take some time to adjust." Warren said. "...Tell you what. I'll check things out, meet the others and see how that works out. I don't wanna impose on you or the band if it fails to work out. I don't want to leave you with nothing but a few angery ex-members and a broken drum kit." For him, it was better to play the cautious route instead of agreeing without seeing how things worked.

"Well, you are a walking subwoofer, I would guess that saves time lugging around equipment." Warren said with a pretty relaxed smile. Then the subject went towards Bands. He crossed his arms as he contemplated that for a moment. "Hm...Well, I might as well ask two questions." Warren said as he leaned back and studied Eddie. "One: What kind of music your playing? Two: You need someone on lead guitar?" Wouldn't be that hard to answer.

"Nice." Warren said with a smile as he finished playing. "Actually, I don't play in the clubs, thought I have been in a few bands here and there. Problem is they fall apart after a few months for some reason or another. I'm usually the sound tech." He said as he switched his guitar off and propped it on a stand. "Helped maintain some of the best sound systems in the city. Even made a few tweaks here and there. Then there was that underage problem and now I'm out of quite a few side jobs." He finished off with a frown. "But enough about me, what about you? You do anything at the clubs?"

"Cool. Do need the money badly." Warren spoke as he started re-tuning his guitar. Thoughts about his parents losing their place was a prospect he didn't like to dwell on. Plus there was the problem of getting a spare guitar that wasn't loaded with tech. But that was another problem all together. With his hands no longer stiff, he started to play his guitar again, though he turned down the volume so he could keep talking. [groove]21267670[/groove] "Well, I would imagine seeing Dr. Archeville would be hard to do. Busy guy with all the research he does from what I've heard." Warren said with a shrug. "But I'm sure you'll eventually get to see him at some point. I'm still trying to work out the exact mechanics behind my powers myself."

"You might wanna get tested or something man. Knowing how the science works can help in the long run." Warren said with a crack of his knuckles. The stiffness was fading away. He smiled when the subject of getting a fake ID came up. "Wow, thanks man. Don't normally get this sort of generosity from people I just met." The smile faded when another though came into his head. "I hope its not gonna cost me much. I don't have a lot of spare cash to throw around after all."

To make Rifts Guitar a little more useful, I would like to make this change to it: Device 2 (Modified Electrical Guitar; 10 points; Easy to Lose) Power Feat: Restricted [others with Sonic Control]) [7pp] Modified Electrical Guitar/Sonic wrote: Disintegration 2 (sonic] [10PP] Device 2 Hope its not too much trouble. Thanks in advance. Doktor'd

He will be missed *Throws up the Horns*

Got it. Rift replied in his mind to the voice. Psychics never failed to freak him out. As much as he would like to point out that Klansman was an idiot who practically knew anything that came out of his mouth, he did have a point. Rift did underestimate the amount of damage he could do and too many stray attacks could do more damage than good. OK, Plan B then. Rifts fingers flexed just before started a concentrated guitar solo, distorting the air between him and Klansman with paralyzing display of sound.

Rift is going to go with a Stun this round. Stunning Klansman (6+1=7) ....Yeah, I'm spending a Hero point to re-roll that. Stunning Klansman Redux (6+18=24) Stun 6 --- 16/Fortitude --- Stunned 3 HP left

"I need to get myself one by the looks of things. I mean, I'm pretty much pushed back to Just Midnight Hour and thats only twice a fortnight if I'm lucky." Warren said with a hint of disappointment. "Well...By using my powers to enhance sound frequency, the hardware installed in my guitar is capable of creating sound vibrations that cause stress on any weak points in the integrity of any object, obvious or not to the point that matte pretty much separates at an atomic level...In other words, if I were to run into an army of robots, I can just play "Iron man" and that would be the end of that." He said with a shrug and a smirk as the note echoed through the room. "I might be off with the exact science behind it, but thats what I've concluded with the field testing."

As Eddie looked closer at Warrens guitar he notices that the pickups, along with the built-in speaker and few other parts of his guitar, look a lot more advanced in the tech department than Eddie has ever seen. Not that he would know much about whatever the teen had shoved into his guitar. "Oh, that. I pretty much installed some frequency harmonization hardware into it to help with my powers." He said like it was nothing. "I can do a few things with sound. Would have used a different housing for the stuff, just didn't have anything else on hand to install it...You said you worked at the other clubs? Same here, until they started worrying about the legal age stuff they usually worry about."

Warren scratched the back of his head, thinking. "Only got here a few days ago man. Been busy with some of the classes here along with some electrical and sound work over by Midnight Hour...First time since I've gotten here that I can sit down and practice." He said with a brief gesture to his guitar. If Eddie looked at it long enough, he would notice that some of the pick ups look a little odd. Not just for aesthetics, just something else. "Anyway, enough boring you with my life. What do you do man?"