forum Superhero Roleplay [Closed]

Started March 06, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Vaughn grimaced, stuffing his phone away. “Hardly. Buisness partner and friend, more or less.”

"If you say so," Avery said, disbelieving. "Well, Dylan and Vaughn, hop into the back. I promise Oscar won't eat you," she giggled, climbing into the driver's seat.

Dylan laughed, "I'm not so sure. But I'm willing to bet my old motorcycle that you won't let me ride roof again, so…" He opened the back door, and slid in.

Avery shook her head and started the car. They drove back to the warehouse Avery's team used as their hideout, and Oscar parked in the back. As the others got out of the car and walked inside, Oscar asked Avery if she wanted the report on Vaughn.

"Yes, please," she responded.

"Vaughn has been called both a hero and a serial killer. He seems to kill people who have gotten out of jail with a minor sentence but have done terrible things deserving of worse."

"So he thinks he's helping people," Avery mused.

"Yes, it seems so," Oscar responded.

Climbing out of the car, Avery thanked Oscar and followed the others inside, unsure of what to do with this new information.

Dylan took his perch at the window, shadow-stepping to the ledge and vanishing there. He was hoping in this case that Vaughn would know he was there, and yet doubt he was still there. That was how Dylan did his job: let the person you're tailing undermine ther own confidence. He chuckled to himself and waited for Avery to come in.

"Okay," said Avery as she walked into the room. "What're we doing now?"

Vaughn followed the group, looking at the new message. It was the link to a website, the sender saying that this was a good follow up site. He clicked on the link, and it was a news article on his mental state. He skimmed over the first part and his throat clenched when it began talking about his childhood, even showing a photo of him at about the age of 8, smiling brightly and hugging his toddler sister. He shut the phone off, not wanting to read the rest of it at the time.

"Dylan, Vaughn, why are we here?" Avery questioned. She couldn't see Dylan, but she knew he'd be there somewhere.

Dylan jumped down, landing lightly on his feet in one of the darker corners. He reappeared in front of Vaughn, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, "We're here, Avery, to see if this guy know anything about the Flame. Element, would you like to lead the charge?"

Vaughn frowned at that in confusion. What was he talking about? These people were obviously insane if they thought that he knew something.

"Hold up," Avery said, putting her hand up to stop them. "It's like, five pm. Are any of you hungry? 'Cause we've got some pretty sweet snacks in the kitchen."

Vaughn shook his head, feeling wary about taking food from strangers.

Avery glanced at Vaughn and sighed, "I'm not going to poison you, doofus. I'm just trying to be a polite hostess. Speaking of hostesses, we've even got some Twinkies somewhere, I'm pretty sure."

"I'm not much of a fan of Twinkies, but I'll take a soda if you have sone, thanks," Dylan said, turning away from Vaughn, "Or maybe some coffee?"

"Yeah, we've got pop and coffee," Avery said, making her way to the kitchen. "C'mon, follow me, and you can figure out what you'd like."

"Soda sounds fantastic!" Element cried. "And so do twinkies. I didn't think it, but when you said 'food' I was suddenly starving."

Avery laughed. "Yeah, me too. I totally forgot about food for the past few hours."

"Its kind of hard to remember food when you find information about a group of murders, get shot, and get knocked out." She gestured to both the girls bandages while they walked into the kitchen. "A lot has happened today."

Vaughn kept silent, stern on the fact that he wouldn’t trust them that much, not now. All he wanted to do was rest, as he was sure he had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. He had been so busy recently in his work that it has kept him up on certain nights.

"Oh, yeah. For sure," said Avery as she opened the fridge. She gestured for Element to look inside. "Here, you can have whatever's in there. My team won't mind." Turning to Dylan, she asked him, "You still want coffee? I can make some right now. We've got creamer and sugar, too, if you want it. Oh! And we've got an espresso machine if you want an extra kick in your coffee."

Element pulled out a Dr. Pepper, a Hershey's bar, and some Twinkies. "You have an espresso machine?" she said, taking a bite out of her Hershey's as she sat at the table. "This is legit." she muttered.

Vaughn leaned back against a counter, looking down at the blood spotted along his white shirt. He would need to wash it before visiting the family, and he checked his watch once more, his foot tapping on the floor.

Avery chuckled. "Yeah, my team and I really wanted our hideout to feel like home, so we've got everything we could ever want here. Well… almost everything. My cat is at my real house. But we've got fish downstairs!"

(Such a healthy dinner, lol.)

( YES )
"Oh my gosh. Whats your cats name? And you have FISH?"