capitalxxx | MID-HIATUS MEME / TDM #?

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MID-HIATUS MEME / TDM #?

Downtown Los Angeles has been overrun! A horde of aggressive plant-life has attacked the city, threatening buildings, property, government officials, and the general well being of loyal citizens. The plants have appeared in all shapes and sizes, from more humanoid to less (basically whatever the heck you want. Go crazy.). Heroes around the city have been called in to help deal with the pandemonium.

What you do is up to you, but here are a few suggestions:

Heroes - Fight some plant monsters, evacuate some buildings, save the mayor. The world is your oyster.
Civilians - Do you want to be near the monsters? If no, run. If yes, maybe get those cameras ready, give your favorite caped crusaders a hand (or a hinderance)
Villains - Take advantage of the pandemonium to check some stuff of your evil to do list. Get some plant monsters to do your bidding. Laugh at some heroes.

This is a small meme thread to help get those Capital H gears turning. All characters are welcome, even if they aren't in the game. Consider this an unofficial Test Drive if you'd like. Action or networking logs are fair game, just be sure to make it clear in your starter.

Post here with your character's name and canon in the subject.

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Random schmucks running around like headless chickens, heroes flailing around in an effort to get them out of the way. It could have made for a pretty good opportunity to mess some shit up, but what was the point of pulling something off in broad daylight if nobody would even be watching?

So, instead, he's opted to keep out of the way and watch the pandemonium unfold. The whole thing was pretty hilarious at first, really. Unfortunately, 'at first' is starting to become the operative word. Phrase. Whatever.

Gajeel snarls and rips his arm free from a grasping vine, shifting one hand to a blade with a surge of magic to cut through another. Apparently he wasn't as out of the way as he thought, and now this is starting to be a little bit of a problem. Better start finding a way out of here.

Metabee was in his element. His laser cannons were piercing through plants left and right, not to mention the undeniable joy of taking out the larger ones with missiles. With most of the civilians evacuated from the area, nothing was stopping him from going all out.

He darted past a group of plants before firing back on them, and as he spun around to find more he caught sight of one of the stragglers. Better get them out of here. Metabee jumped onto an abandoned car to get a better shot.

Then he saw the sword arm and the ridiculous hair.

That guy.

That guy was the reason he had to spend two days straight doing calibration tests. Metabee hated calibration tests. No, he was going to watch and he was going to enjoy this.

"Need a hand?" He called out cheekily.

Gajeel jumped slightly, spinning to face Metabee. It only took an instant for the frustration on his face to shift into pure irritation.

That guy.

"Got one right here!" He raised his free hand just long enough to make an obscene gesture before ripping another vine away from his leg. "Thought you'd still be busy pounding out dents by now."

"Wow. Rude, man. Didn't anyone ever teach you any manners?"

Metabee took a moment to shoot one of the vines trying to creep onto the car to bits, pointedly ignoring the ones currently ensnaring Gajeel. He gave an overtheatrical shrug.

"Here I am, just trying to help out a poor, helpless dude, and this is the thanks I get?"

He snorted at that comment. Manners. Waste of time, as far as he was concerned. Dragons didn't need to be polite, and neither did he.

"I ain't helpless, and you ain't helping!" He stomped pointedly on the vine, crushing it under his boot. "You really wanna play hero, you can do it somewhere else - maybe without being a little shit about it."

Hey, it's the bench dickhead.

Good thing for Gajeel Chris isn't the 'sit back and watch people I don't like suffer' type, eh? He considers it, but that's brief as he darts forward and rips apart the nearest vines. Tossing them carelessly over his shoulder with a grin.

"Alright there, mate?"

It takes a couple seconds for Gajeel's look of shock to shift into a proper snarl.

"I was," he snaps, slashing through another couple vines. Gajeel, that is no way to thank someone.

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