Flare Knight

Striker, the instant he got the chance when the massive snares let go of him, grabbed his legs and curled into a ball on his side, weeping in sheer terror. "I'm a good boy. I'm a good boy. I don't want to go back in the darkness..." He muttered, clinging to his knees and talking louder. "Just take me to jail, Please." He moaned, drawing small circles in the ground. There wasn't even a hint of lightning surrounding the man anymore, like he had completely forgotten he had powers at all.

Gripping the other man's hand in his own and glad for the aid, Powerhouse used it as leverage to pull himself out of his crouched position, standing up to his full height with the scarf wearing Hero's help, and grinning. The brick dust that covered him gave his pale skin an even lighter shade, and he brushed off a few stray pieces of brick with a light flip of his hand, before rubbing his hands in his hair repeatedly to clear it out as well. "I've had worse, Mr. Push! I just wasn't expecting the building to fall to pieces in my hands, they make them too fragile!" He said, laughing, then becoming serious and clapping the other man on the back. "I did less then half. Had it not been for you, I'd have been too shocked to even attempt to grab it. You saved everyone Mr. Push." He explained, happy enough to be getting recognition- he got that a lot now in Freedom City, but it still felt nice-, before continuing in the same serious tone. ,but we can't relax yet, we still got stuff to do. " He said, picking his way down the rubble and closer to the Scientist Heroine with the strange item. "Ms. Dragonfly, what do you have there, if I may be so bold as to ask?" he said, inching his way forward, though standing far enough away that he didn't crowd her and her invention, in case he broke it or something bad like that.

Following the white clad man quickly- glad he wasn't flying- Powerhouse cracked his knuckles, fully expecting another fight against the big yellow man, but this time, they'd win, not him. "Oh, right, Name." He had been a bit distracted in his thoughts about the large yellow behemoth, but he quickly offered it after being told his companions. "I'm Powerhouse, Mr. Gabriel, and I guess we are saving the day together today, so it's a pleasure to be working with you." he said with a grin, happy to get some revenge.

Leaping through the air gave Powerhouse massive amounts of enjoyment, as was usual, though he was a bit slower then the ones who could actually fly, he made a reasonable pace, flinging himself into the air before crashing down, then once more launching himself into the air. Even the trees in his path crashed into the dirt as he flew into them, those in his way as he hopped through them splintered into timber, and, finally, crashed into the clearing, sniffing at the air and examining the trails. "Alright, so do we just scream out for him, or do we just sit around here and wait for him to come out?" He asked Pirate Push and Kid Cthullu, scratching his hat- which would be his hair if he wasn't wearing the strange hat- and waiting to be told his next orders.

The only thing Powerhouse knew as he strained to hold the building was that it was really hard to balance and entire building on his bare hands. So as his hands sunk into the brick, then through it, making holes for both his hands as he did so, unfortunately, he couldn't cover his head as the building fell on his face and made him see stars. He was ready to keep trying to lift it up, then the rest of the building collapsed on him. Pound after pound of apartment building fell on top of Powerhouse, enough that, if he was a normal man, his brain would be pounded into mush and fall out of his ears, but to him, it was just like the day when he hit the barracks with his face, but much, much heavier. He slammed into the pavement as the bricks grew heavier and heavier, pounding his back into the pavement and crushing the air out of his lungs. He wanted to scream, but with the building still falling on him, he couldn't. eventually, he blacked out, though if it was through the pounding of bricks on his body or the darkness was hard to say. When the group managed to finally pull off the massive rock slab Powerhouse had slammed his arms through, the Blond hero was slowly coming around, but the quick slaps from Push were able to rouse him quickly. "Hey, Hey, It's warm under there." He muttered, moving as if to grab another sheet of concrete and pull it over himself "What's the situation? Am I dead, did you catch the bad guys while I was out, or are we about to go find them?" He asked, cracking his shoulders as he pulled himself up, squatting in the pavement and sighing. "That hurt worse then when I hit my head on that barrack and knocked it off it's foundation." He said, reminiscing somewhere between horror and enjoyment, he seemed a bit dizzy, and even looking straight at the ground, his eyes seemed a bit out of focus. "That was when Metatron gave me my name, I remember."

As the entire group of people continued their movements, making sure the people were okay, and, when Dragonfly asked for a CB Radio, a passing policeman gestured to his car, taking off his cap to wipe the sweat off his head. "You can use the one in my car. If you make sure not to break it too much. I still need it." He explained, pointing out the car, closest to the collapse and the first one on the scene. "If at all possible, it would be great if you can just make it the same way it was before." He explained, before going back to his work.

There was a Sharp pain in Powerhouse's lower legs, enough that he screamed out, actually shocked at how bad it hurt, as his shins shortened, and his feet drew longer, bursting out of his spandex-boots, which were a shame, because he liked those boots a lot. "Argh!" He howled- really howled, his voice was becoming more like a howl or bark- and scratched at his throat with ever increasing nails, nails that were becoming dark in color and extended a good three inches past his fingers. Even his hair was growing thicker, the same shade of blond as his hair, though his face had only slightly extended. "Right..Yeah...I...Do." his voice was being forcibly dragged out into coherent syllables, through vocals chords slowly changing into those suited for a dog, not a man. "I...eat and breath....all the time...Sometimes...I'd...miss meals though...you know, you don't...need them all the time" He explained, wanting to gesture, but his wrists were becoming elongated, and he didn't feel like moving them. The only part of Powerhouse that wasn't turning into a wolf was his face, which remained mostly humanoid, somehow.

The whirling of sirens and honking of horns as the police, EMTs and fire made their way to the scene in their respective vehicles, the two heroes began their movement of the rubble. Working together, they quickly removed massive piles of rubble and glass, they tear through what had originally been four stories of apartments rather easily, as the workers come to aid, though doing less, their work is just as earnest. Only a short time passes as the groups work together, and, eventually, as they near the bottom of the pile, the entire group, as one, removes a massive side of wall, with two holes that are cut-out images of a person's palms punched through it in it, and find the Unconscious, but breathing, Powerhouse under it. He's covered in dust and his eyes are closed, and his hands are scratched, but he's obviously still alive, and only a little worse for wear.

As the waves of sleep slowly descended on the three, it was obvious that at least two of them were effected. The punishment that had been so heavily heaped upon Gorad and Lupine caused the two, already with eyes out of focus, to go more so, yawning loudly and barely stringing together words. "I'll....do someth-" The gorilla tried to say, only to be cut off by a loud yawn and sit down. "I could...use a nap." He countinued, as Lupine sat on his haunches and yawned as well. Only Striker seemed immune to the feelings, as his screaming continued just as loud as before. "Lemme go! Please! I'm begging you! Begging you for the Love of whatever you worship or something! Let me goooooo!!!!!" The Electic man screamed, still trashing in his trap, though he seemed to have worked himself to exhaustion, as his screams were losing power and his voice growing hoarse.

6+10=16 The Monkey fails and is Stunned and Dazed 15+8=23 Striker Passes 4+11=15 The Wolf is Stunned and Dazed

The screaming off the people at the fact their entire world just folded up, then, suddenly, that they weren't where they were before was to be expected, but the majority of them were also smart enough to start running from the collapsing building, anyone who didn't run was grabbed by a person who was smart enough to run and save the screaming for later, as the group followed Dragonfly out of the way of the building. As they did, however, the building continued to groan, causing larger and larger bits of brick and glass to fall off it, shattering against the ground, though the building stalled at it's height. The group was safe, mostly, as the building finally gave a tremendous groan and collapsed off it's foundation. Though Powerhouse could hold it up, the building broke in half under pressure, falling apart in his hands as it fell down on top of him, sending massive waves of dust and dirt into the air with a massive crash, thick, choking waves enveloped the group, causing the non-powered group to start coughing and hacking in pain, and the waves of force as the pieces of the building hit the ground caused several of them to lose their footing and stumble away from the wreckage. When the clouds cleared somewhat, though was still oppressively heavy and hard to see, there was no sign of the shirtless Hero, only massive pile of rubble, just barely avoiding the closest people to the crash with a few pieces of the shattered bricks and glass. From the foundation a water line had, obviously, ruptured, and a constant stream of water shot into the air from the pipe.

Alright then, sorry to bother with this

Yeah, pretty much. I plan to keep this 'First Series' style of Ben 10 though, no Aliens with Combo Platter Powers, like Fire and Plants and no 'Ultimate Forms', which, while I think it's good idea in the show itself, there is only one way to effectively show that, and my personal opinions on the way to show it is that I don't like it anyway.

Powerhouse was extremely calm as the building fell- he'd dealt with falling buildings before!- but he hadn't been expecting just how heavy it was, and his feet sunk a little into the pavement as his hands connected with the building and it groaned. "Heavy." He muttered, his fingers curling as he attempted to keep the building in place, his hands lifted over his head as he took very deep breaths. It was much. much. heavier then he had been expecting, and he was so focused on his task he couldn't even realize that the suited people had flown away. Even as he held it, some of the bricks were falling off and hitting the ground, and the blond hero was obviously straining with the effort, but the building managed to avoid moving. He grunted in pain and his feet were sunk into the ground, his arms extended completely and the muscles on his arms bulged, but the building stayed in the same spot- barely- as he held it. "Please Hurry and evacuate." He whispered, most of his effort focused on holding up the giant building in his hands, which were sinking into the brick.

Grinning happily at his plan being accepted, Pirate Powerhouse squatted down, extending one leg, then the other, then twisted his back, getting himself limber. "Alright. So then, Diplomacy, then, hopefully, we can get him to pilot us up there. If not, maybe they have an Auto-pilot, like a lot of planes do these days. Then again, it's probably in Kraken-ese and we can't read it." He said, then grinned. He grew silent as Pirate Push inquired into the location of exactly where the Space Pirate was, then, when he finished, turned to the tentacled man with a grin. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Kid, I'm glad for the assistance in helping us save Mr. Cape, I was unsure if we could take our Captain Kraken by ourselves, you see." he said, waiting for his next instructions, then blinked as he thought of something. "Why are you 'Kid' Cthullu? I mean, the other guy is Captain Kraken, and he apparently looks like you, or something, so what's the difference?" He asked, confused.

Powerhouse was enjoying his nap immensely, feeling like he was floating in mid air, when the shaking kind of disturbed him and his world twisted a bit. 'Naaah, I'm flyin...' he said, as teh shakes continued. 'then again, don't I have stuff to do?...yeah...alright! I remember! Terror! and the Gold Guy! Yup, gotta help Mr. White beat them!' He said to himself, waking up slowly, his eyes cracking open and listening enough to hear the vague idea of what was going on, and when the boots faded out, he jerked upwards at the shaking, yawning loudly. "Alright!" He said, slapping his closed fists against his chest, then turning to see the guy that woke him up and ginned. For all his seriousness in fighting, he was very relaxed now. Probably because he was still groggy. "Hey Mr. White. We got a plan to beat those guys?" He asked, twisting his chest around. "I mean, we are gonna go beat him, yeah?" He asked, fiddling with the new scar on his gut.

The black covered teen returned as Gabriel began to wake up Powerhouse, dragging the body of a man in a fancy golden suit with him. In his other hand the boy carried a gun, which he tossed into the vacated cell his sister had been in, followed by the man. Dusting off his hands, he nodded at his sister, who nodded back, and they stepped at each other. Instead of hitting each other, when the twins walked into the same space, they stopped, sliding over each other like transparent paper, as a bubble of dark and light curled around them. It would have been collapsing darkness, but there was enough light to prevent it, and in the same way, it would have been all consuming light, but there was enough dark to prevent it. When the bubble closed down, WU stood In front of the two, covered from head to toe in Its combination of white and dark, hiding even their face. They pointed out the way that one of them had come, speaking calmly. "You are in the end of the ship, the main engine is right behind us." He, for the male part spoke in lead, pointed down the path away from them, opposite where he had come back from. The female spoke next, crossing its arms in front of WU's chest. "From here are the Supply Closets, housing guns and ammunition, then the Barracks, then the Main Hallway- for being called a hallway, it's just a long bridge with nothing but the blimp around it, and past that is where he usually sits." She explained, then he took over. "While you go get him, which I suppose you will want to do, We shall disable the guns, if you have no complaints." they said, offering a bow. "We shall head for the bridge after giving you some time, and hope to meet you there. she finished, then headed the opposite way from where they entered, the swishing of their cloak and the light thud of their boots being the last thing that was said as they headed through it

The people were smart enough to listen to the woman who had randomly appeared in their falling building, rushing and grabbing at the woman's hands as much as possible. The group was at least somewhat intelligent, as they did not grab her hands, but instead placed single fingers upon it, so that everyone could touch her hands. This did not stop them from screaming that they needed to go, now, and panicking loudly as they did so. They might have been calm enough to get in line and foolish enough to not leave when people started blowing up buildings, but they wanted to leave, and now, meaning they were testy. The group of armors grinned as they realized they had managed to distract the group of heroes, looking at one another. "Let's go, before they finish with that building and take us out." The one closest to Powerhouse said, blasting away with the rockets on his feet, kicking up some smoke, as the other two followed, all three a bit wobbly from the beating but knowing the direction they needed to go, bunching together and heading off as fast as they could, away from the distracted Heroes and towards where the first man had flown from. They flew fast, though not as fast as the other man had, due to injuries perhaps, but made enough of a respectable speed to attempt their get away

Yeah, you're out of combat. and I lied to Trollthumper and Fox and am having to sign the requisite forms.

To Powerhouse, when he removed his hands,e the colors whirled again, twitching a slight bit at the needle- like he was taught to-, and the commotion went up. 'no signals? err...what did Virtue say... Man, I'm a walking list of medical problems' He thought about this, because it was important right now, and remembered part of what his possible powers could be, though it was like fighting upstream against a waterfall that was frozen solid. Thinking was becoming harder, which was bad, though he refused to turn into a Wolf, because he knew the Doctor would help. "Right...uhh...She said...Either I'm a Nuclear reactor......or-" Powerhouse thought, hard, but it was a bit blank. What was the other one? He knew the word, it was Metatron, but he couldn't really think about it as Metatron, that was a handful of symbols with no pictures, so to speak. He could think of the word, but with no pictures to look at when he thought of it, the word was meaningless, but there was another M word, something that he could remember, and while the word itself was hazy, what it meant, *who* it meant, wasn't, which was a bit strange but not as important as remembering. He picked at it for some time, as it turned out, having nothing to do helped his patience immensely, so he ventured a look around him while he tapped at the word slowly, and, holding on to that weird M word and his own thoughts, managed to work backwards to remember what it was that he could also have, somehow or another. "Gravity field...millimeters." He felt very calm and collected, though his sentence was missing a few words. His brain was still a bit scattered, but he was fitting it together slowly. Taking a second to breath, collect his thoughts, and consider, he explained, making sure his words were right. "I have a field of Anti-Gravity...I think. " He said, trying to make another joke, though he lost it in between his brain and his mouth, and frowning- his lack of gums were becoming a bit annoying, he wanted to poke at them, but kept his hands still, barely. 'I want to riiii- NO. Bad.'. That wasn't good. The doctor would help. "A check would be nice. They never figured out...at home." He explained, leaving out that he ran away too quickly. Even he had a good idea which one he was- after all, he hadn't been firing radiation blasts yet, so that was a pretty safe cross out-, but wanting a real doctor's opinion on it, meaning a doctor who didn't also have seven other needles injecting and removing various chemicals from him. This place was...nice, and

The stare that was returned to Gabriel was first cold, but then softer. The boy averted his face after a time of Gabriel's speech, hiding his face once more. After the riveting speech from the man, he seemed to sit there for a moment, considering, then sighed. "Fine...I guess. I mean, yeah...You're right. This place isn't much fun." he relented, pushing himself up, though he didn't wish to leave his sister's side and his hand lingered on the glass for a moment. "Just wait here, I'll...do something." He muttered, then walked away, down and out of the hallway. The group didn't have to wait long, however, as- after a yell of surprise and a loud thump- the fields shorted out with barely a sound. Groaning from the opposite room, the girl in the perfectly white cloak slowly sat up and turned to the two remaining men in the open cells. She stood up, brushed off her cloak, and sighed. "I like to think I am more realistic then my brother, so while we have aided you, slightly, and I still owe you once more, we won't fight on your side. However, we can't fly...which is really stupid, so if you'll be so kind as to help us down after you go about doing whatever you want to do, we'll help you a bit more." She said, attempting to bargain with the man- after all, she was the main reason he had a scar on his gut- from underneath her white cloak, making it hard to see her facial expressions.

Staring at the potholes for a minute, Powerhouse shrugged and slowly extricated himself from the bike, staying carefully balanced. "Would be better to jump." He said, looking into the sky. Then a creature from his nightmares, fueled with the gnashing of teeth and the screams of the damned...probably. This being Powerhouse, he just waved. I mean, he hadn't attacked, so this guy was obviously a good guy. It was a bit strange how his mind worked, but he also called him a 'chum', which was either an insult meaning something to do with fish or buddy, depending on if he was British or something else, but hey, people always deserved trust if they didn't start a greeting by blasting at you. "Well, I'm Piratehouse, and this is Piratush. We are currently riding through the forest at the behest of a man who I can only hear in my cellphone to take an invisible Spaceship from a guy named Captain Kraken to fly into space so that we can rescue him from a time-space anomaly. I don't know what a pirate is other then what my friend Piratush said, but apparently they kill people and we are going after their captain, whose name is Kraken which makes me assume he's probably a bit squidish, and might look a little like you. Then we ran into you. Now that I say all that and think about it, it sounds really, really strange. You want to help?" He explained, then asked. looking at his Cellphone again. "Mr. Cape, I think there's someone that can fly with us now, and I forgot to mention, but I can jump really high. Maybe we can find the ship if we jump and fly really high and you kinda point us in the right direction and we just kind of fall on it?" he asked, tugging on his Piratey sash and feeling a bit strange at doing it.

After consideration, I'd rather make it 6 ranks of Intimidate and 6 ranks of Diplomacy, instead of 12 of either. Ecalsneerg'd, and it's not exactly difficult to realise when you upgrade Super-Strength, it'd include an upgraded carrying capacity

The teen turned slowly around to face Gabriel, moving his body so that he was always right against the field as close as possible to the girl in white. When he finally managed to turn to face Gabriel in his odd stance- his back pressed so hard against the field it looked like he might fall in, the White-cloaked man saw a shock of pitch dark hair, blacker then tar, under his cloak- so dark the black cloak actually made it more obvious- and slowly spoke. "She spoke back. You aren't supposed to talk back." he said, sparing a look at the unconscious Powerhouse for a second at the other question. "She wouldn't be hurt at all if not for him." he spat. He looked like a mid to late teenager and his voice sounded like one, but his actions were almost childish in some respects. He wasn't disrespectful to Gabriel, but he was obviously angry at Powerhouse.

Floating across the sky, the heavily armed zeppelin floated slowly through the skies above Freedom, cannons bristling, though it fired no shots. Visible along the sides of the cannon were several robots...but not, as on closer inspection it could be seen it was a handful of men in armor, attaching a highly decorative Gallows to the top of the zeppelin, with three ropes hanging off it. There was no platform, the three would just be thrown off the zeppelin to their dooms. Inside the Zeppelin, his hands behind his back, Terror sitting nearby, The Tranquility Tyrant grinned under his mask, wanting to laugh, though it would be ungentlemanly, and instead turned around, looking disdainfully at Terror- it was little more then a child of anger and fear, nothing worth using for more then large segments of damage and nothing else, though he was very helpful in stopping those two-, and spoke in his nicest, calmest, best attempt at being nice to him. "Terror, would you go see how the gallows are going?" He asked, calmly, enunciating each word to make it obvious what he wanted. The big man stood up, nodding. "Yes..." He said, then lumbered off, his feet causing the entire balloon to shake. When he was finally gone, the Tyrant moved over to the corner of the control room, where a large, comfortable, chair sat, and placed himself on it, then turned on a small, old-time radio next to it. Pleasing old music drifted out of it, and the old man slowly waited as a group of mechanics approached him quietly- on padded shoes to make no noise-, to work on his armor. "Make it better. It was too weak before. I need it stronger, better, more effective." he explained to them, like he was a grandfather trying to make his stupid children- possibly what he saw- listen to him when they didn't speak the same language. Sterile white on white, a humming cage, a long hallway. That was all that awaited the two Heroes as they woke up from their 'naps'. Laid across a pair of benches haphazardly, both with quickly patched holes in their stomach where WU had pierced their stomachs. Almost all their other wounds were gone, but those were obviously going to scar, painfully. The field was yellow, humming slightly, but not annoyingly. It obviously did not shock to touch, however, as, across from the cell the two were held in, a teen wearing a black cloak pulled over his head sat in the middle of the hallway, his hand touching the field on the opposite side. In this cell was another teenager, a girl, with a heavy white cloak covering her face, though a handful of snow white locks fell out of her covered hood. She did not move at all, other then what appeared to be rhythmic breathing from the movements of her chest up and down.