Superhero RP

In a world crammed with fantastic and dangerous threats, fantastic (and, sometimes, dangerous) heroes are needed. However smashing up buildings and saving lives isn't something one can do on the down-low, and these larger than life demigods are the stars of the world.

With this marketing power the guilds, that once contained like-minded heroes gathering to help a common cause, became super-powered organisations, competing against each other for the best talent, the biggest disasters and, ultimately, the highest paying contracts.

This is the story of side-kicks at Guild Omega, one of the greatest guilds of all time, and their journey into being the mightiest of earth's protectors.

Jack Olivers lay in his bed, tossing a small blue ball up and down. His room was pretty barren, there was a single bed with a metal frame and a simple cupboard with clean, white walls. It was not a very personal room, the only other thing of note being an alarm clock on the floor, but it did everything Jack needed it to and he didn't want much else from it.

He stopped throwing the ball and cast his gaze at the clock. With a groan he sat up. It was 8am and his "teacher" wouldn't be up for another four hours, which meant that Jack would have to patrol on his own for the morning, not that that was an issue as he could do it from any high-rise roof top using his super-senses if he didn't have his mentor around bugging him.

He extracted himself from bed and went about his preparations for the day.
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Showered and clothed he left his room and went to the bar. The first thing he did every morning was pay off his mentor's bar tab from the night before and pick up a vitamin smoothie. 

"Good morning, Dennis," Jack greeted the heavy set man behind the bar with a well groomed moustache. Jack's mentor was fond of saying that Dennis' superpower was making the perfect margarita but the man didn't have any real powers.

"Morning, Jack!" the man boomed too happily for a bartender working before 9 in the morning. Heroes came and went at all hours and many were fond of a post battle drink even if that meant they were drinking away the sunlight. "Pretty rough night last night, I'm afraid," he said, sliding across a receipt which elicited a sigh from the younger man. 

"Sorry," he said, handing over a few notes. "Can I have the usual as well, please?"

"Of course," Dennis smiled back, stowing the cash in the register and then getting started on the drink. He dumped various leafy vegetables and two kinds of powder into a blender with some water and blended it.

Whilst the blender whirred loudly he inspected the receipt. The bartender handed over a glass of green slush and Jack held up the receipt. "I thought we had agreed not to let him have Jäger again?" He said idly, before slurping down the drink.

"Sorry about that, we have a new girl, Leanne. Lovely girl, makes a great mojito," Dennis replied with a twinkle in his eye that Jack didn't like. "How was it?"

"Disgusting, as always," answered Jack, setting down the glass. Superhuman sense had their downsides and taste was a harder one to control. "I'll see you laterd." He said, departing for breakfast.
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The lounge was an ultramodern affair with minimalist decorations. One one size, curved sofas surrounded a large flat screen tv with various games consoles and the like plugged in and nested underneath. On the other side of the room was a large kitchen and breakfast bar where Jack was seated, eating his porridge and scrambled eggs. Between the two were three adjustable game tables, where heroes, usually side-kicks, could morph the table to play games like pool, poker or even air hockey. Jack had yet to use
them.

The lounge was pretty empty. Most heroes didn't live in the guild HQ as they made enough money to buy themselves wherever they really wanted. Side-kicks were forbidden from buying their own places in the first few years but tended to live with their mentors if they bonded well. 

With no one else around, Jack grabbed the remote and flicked on the news to make sure the city hadn't burned overnight.

Aylen's day started with a fight. Or rather, ended with one. She worked the nightshift after all.

She was currently fighting a supervillain known as the Murderous Mancrow. Pretty much exactly what he sounded like: a powered person with the ability to turn into some kind of crow monster.

She wasn't sure what she'd done to piss him off; but he'd been trying to kill her all night. And on into the morning. But on the bright side, she'd had plenty of time to figure out his attack patterns.

Speaking of which; he was currently trying to swoop down and grab her again. Of course, at the speed he was going; he'd have trouble breaking or changing direction.

So when she created a portal between them; all he could really do was fly through it.

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In the Guild Lounge; a portal opened up. Through said portal came a really pissed off bird-man; who proceeded to crash into a wall hard enough to knock himself unconscious.

After about a second, Ms. Mystery walked through that same portal; and crashed on the couch next to Jack.

Just another Tuesday morning.