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-Story Draft
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-Episode 0.5.1 Introduction
–The world is slowly recovering after the events of The Scourge, six years ago. The Best Heroes Team does odd jobs and projects in this ‘new’ and recovering world. However unlike six years ago, they are still having trouble transitioning from combat life to security/civilian life.
– A few members of the team, have just stopped a bank robbery that was in progress. However, as with all teams struggling to find unity and chemistry in desperate times, arguments have broken out over damage and power scaling of attacks.
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-Episode 0.5.1 Start–
-“Larry, Larry… We need to talk man.” A tall, lean muscled and lanky dark skinned youth with long hair braided backwards said with a deep voice angrily said.
-A shorter, paler and younger looking teenage boy, with wild and under maintenanced blonde hair wheeled around to confront what he just heard. ” Larry!” He yelled angrily in response as he pointed his thin finger to the tall dark skinned and virile looking male, who also possessed an extremely youthful face.
-“Who is Larry? Who the f#$k is Larry, Kwanzaa?” The shorter and paler teenage looking boy’s face was still in the process of changing to a bright tomato red.
-The dark skinned teen’s face twisted in clear anger to the paler boy’s words. ” Listen here Mother F#$ker, my name is not Kwanzaa. That is an African holiday and it’s also the only other African name you know beside Africa.”
-” My name is Keybo, okay.. and your name is Larry, as in Larry Anderson from Vermont.”
– Larry’s face was now completely red, he gritted his teeth as if he was trying to break through to his jaw. “Kwanzaa, if we were not team mates… If you weren’t my best friend… I would f#$k you up right now.”
– The taller male named Keybo gave his angry conversation partner an amused look. His arms spread wide open in an inviting pose as he spoke mockingly, ” You? Beat me up…..really?”
-Larry gripped his frail fist tight as he stared up right into Keybo’s face. “I would knock you so silly, that your skin would turn White. But as the leader of the group I have to set a higher standard.”
-Keybo chuckled at Larry in an insulting way. “Your setting a great standard Larry. I mean if only people could see and hear us right now. If you wanna…..”
-“My name is not Laarrrry! Its Hiro cocksucker ..”
– A voice suddenly spoke, the noise seemed to come from all around but also from nowhere. ” Stop arguing like kids you guys.”
– A no nonsense pragmatic feminine voice continued. “Have you guys forgotten that you are in my sub plane. I can’t hold this up forever. I especially can’t hold it, if you two are fighting.”
-The feminine voice was powerful, the two male mental constructs were weighed by her will into silence.
-“Hurry up and finish whatever you’re going to say to each other. People are eventually going to notice you two standing still and quiet in the real world.. remember.” The last word had quite a ring of importance, urgency and a cease with this nonsense kind of tone.
-“Alright, Alright.. Alright already Astra, I get it.” Larry said to the environment around them.
– ” Thanks, Marina.” Keybo said calmly to the presence .
– The discomforting feeling around the two male mental constructs dissipated.
– Keybo spoke first, ” Larry…. I mean Hiro, what were you doing during the robbery? You can’t be using special moves on normal people.”
– The teen formally named Larry but self identified as Hiro replied. ” I was just going to make an example of them, that’s all.”
-“An example!” Keybo voice sky rocketed in anger.
-“Now, now, calm down Africa Man. These guys are scumbags. I mean don’t you get tired of how stupid these are? I mean when they see us they should just stop doing the crime already. Especially if they’re Normals.” Hiro ran his steady fingers through this clean and organized hair in frustration.
-Keybo’s eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted down in anger.
-Despite the anger that boiled inside of him Keybo calmly responded to what he just heard. ” Hiro, you were the one that wanted everyone in the team.. to conduct themselves on the principals of western superhero comic books.”
-” I know, Keybo, I know.” Hiro paced slowly as he spoke, each stride more sure and powerful than the last.
– ” But I mean look at what’s going on, I mean the guys are still doing crime. I mean this is like the fifth bank robbery in like a month or something.”
-“Hiro, I told you that we should spend the majority of our time focusing on using our abilities to fix the economy. That’s a bit more important than dealing with crime but you were so fixated with wanting to play superhero.”
-Hiro let out an exacerbated sigh of mental fatigue and frustration. ” Well, sorry for not realizing it was gonna be this hard.”
-Hiro’s frustration was visible in his repeated close to open empty hand grips. The motion would look to an un associated viewer as if he were using an imaginary stress ball. His muscles flexed with power everytime his gripped his hands into a closed fist.
– “I mean in the comics and in video games, things get easier not harder.. These guys don’t respect us enough.”
-“Hiro, Larry, Mega Guy or whatever else you want to call yourself. You created this! You and no one else!” Keybo shouted at his dissatisfied partner.
– Hiro responded angrily, while looking down at Keybo he balled his hands into fist as if doing a bicep curl. The huge muscles bulged as his rage flexed through them, ” I didn’t create The Scourge. I never told these guys to rob a bank.”
-The last statement cracked something deep inside Keybo’s conscious. An intense wave of negative feeling pushed and spread itself all across the mental realm. The initial feelings from contact with this energy was like being instantly bathed in ice cold water and then being left to dry off in the freezing artic.
-“Keybo control yourself, control yourself Keybo!” Astra’s desperate voice pleaded with the enraged teen. ” I won’t be able to keep this up if you go further, you’ll put everyone’s lives in the area in danger. Keybo, stop, stop now!”.
-Hiro backed away from Keybo, with each step his powerful muscles further reduced in size. Fear shook his remaining muscles and his face showed his terror better than his eyes.
-“Keybo, please stop, Keybo.” Astra’s panicking voice increased in its intensity.
-New mental construct forms started to appear from the air and being formed, rising from the floor. Each of these constructs had a very feminine form. The instant each of these figures could move, they moved over toward Keybo. They gently touched him and wrapped their hominid figures around his body. Enveloping him in a harem version of a zombie swarm of female like bodies.
-The sound of Astra’s voice coming from each of the mental constructs was too much for Larry. Each construct said something different and in a different tone, all pleading. It was like being in the city and hearing dozens of pigeons chirping. Instead this was the voice of a single woman, with each form seeming to posses its own individuality.
-A dark circle spread across the floor, spreading further and further. Larry instinctively knew to stay away from it. He backed pedaled from the dark circle which seemed to stop spreading. As soon as he stopped, a section of the circle darted out along the ground at him at high speed. It an on and through the ground just like a shadow, a hunger dark line, like a shadow tentacle trying to catch its prey and pull it under the sea.
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