The begginings of a hero. (Now closed to the people who are in it.)

I was busy beating the tar out of one of the pesky human police officers thay tried to arrest me. Something about these mortaks starting a cult. Didn't concern me really, what mortals do is beneath me. These cops were bad news anyway, they were taking grease. I sniggered at the 'slang' I was able to throw around so easily.
I went down to the beach and began shifting through the bodies of the unconscious officers, looking for a warrent. They didnt have one. Those fucks lied to me! Suddenly I heard a little voice yell at me.
"Jake, don't say that! it makes you sound unintelligent!" Salone said. Of course it was all in my head. I chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck. I started walking on the beach in my Soul-Scales. The dark turquoise with a balckish hue as armor over my body. Who else wanted a peice of this!?

Harpoon had heard a commotion down near the beach. "Alright, what is it this time?" He grumbled. He took off in the direction of the beach, and saw a bunch of unconscious police officers. Walking on the beach was someone in some kind of high tech armor. He headed towards the person. "Hey, did you do this?" He asked gruffly, while pointing to the bodies of the police officers.

"Yeah. Thays what they get for taking cash under the table to try and kill people who don't do anything wrong." I called back, not caring if he was following me. What was this guy's problem, its not like I killed them. Just knocked 'em around. So with nothing else of interest I stopped to face this stranger who had at least half a pair to speak out against me. I swear to the Fate, people would look at us and think this "Halloween" thing had come early.
"That's enough....don't come any close Mr.Gruff and creepy." I ordered him. Fate help him if he didn't listen.

Harpoon smirked inside his mask. "I don't know what you're up to, but this is my turf. Get out of here, or things get ugly." He threatened. He pointed his spear gun at the guy's face. "Look, I don't know what you are here for, but whatever you're doing, you don't do it here. Is that clear?" He asked. The guy was clearly unstable, he had beaten up a bunch of cops after all. Harpoon waited for the guy's response.

Rhine hated traveling. But he wanted to deliver his protection world-wide, so he would often stay in other countries for a few weeks at a time, there were plenty of heroes in the US. He could stand a few weeks in Australia. As he walked up the streets he saw two police officers laying face down in a pool of blood, still alive, but hardly.

"What has happened to you, Officers?" Rhine said, sure that this would end in some "big shot" getting pinned to a wall.

"Some strange man came to us and accused us of trying to arrest him for no reason! He's walking around in dark colored armor for Christs sake! What were we supposed to do?" The officer managed to word.

Rhine helped them to a bench, and gave them there radios to call for a ride. "You'll want to stay out of this," he began "it was probably a metahuman, and I'll need to kill him if so."

Rhine began his pursuit in the direction that the blood was tracked. It wasn't far at all before he came across two men, one matched the officers description, the other wielded a rather fearsome spear gun.


"What will it take...to make you motherfuckers understand...that just because you're strong and powerful, you cannot go around hurting humans who aren't powerful enough to defend themselves!"
Rhine had bones stabbing out of his back in anger. He didn't care. He wanted this armored fool to feel pain. He wanted to deal out justice.

"YOUR TURF?" I asked him, a drawl in my voice, warning him to watch his cursd little tongue. I smirked then shook my head at him. Walking towards him. The Ocean behind me began raging in accordance with my rage. "I was here when your pathetic species was nothing more than primordial ooze, I was over thousands of years old before your realm even existed. I was the source of Alexander the Great's wealth, I was the one who commanded the wolves to care for Roulus and Remus so they could later found Rome! So don't you darte say this turf is 'yours' you pathetci excuse of a mortal. This is MY turf...I'm just letting you rent it." I said. This some of a fish-monger just dared to call MY OCEANS his own, he just claimed that these sands were his simply because he was there. No, this fool wouldn't stand a chance. He needed help, or a miracle. No mere man can slay a God....especially not Yam, The Dragon King.
      I had no reason to let this fool live, but I had no real reason to kill him either. I gracked my knuckels and two small typhoons of water shot up and began swirling, throwing water around. The water never touched the ground, the droplets all suspended in the air. I held out my arms and the water turned to pins and needles, flocking to my arms and covered them. The water solidified and turned to the same dark turquoise scales with three katana like blade protruding form each hands, to form my Spirit claws. Each blade wa smade of an element tht I had dominion over. One blade was of water, the other of chaos, and the last of quintessesnce filled waters. This man obviously used water to his advantage, but the question wasnt if he could hold his water, it was if he could hold MY quintessence. I smiled seeing the little tooth-pick cannon. I might need that when I'm done here...scales and flesh stick in my teeth!

Harpoon saw that there were two,very angry metas, and this could get ugly. He backflipped away from the armoured one to give himself some space. "Easy now guys, there is no need for this to get violent." He said calmly. It looked that this would be close quarters combat, if it came to a fight. He twirled his spear-gun and settled into a half crouching position. Now in his fighting stance, he analysed the two metas he now faced. The one he had been talking to had some sort of arm blades that he had made out of water. Well they could still be water, and if they were water, Harpoon could absorb them. The one who had arrived while they were talking had bones shooting out of his back, and that meant he probably used them to attack. He watched the two of them, and waited for one of them to move.

"Bottom line...this isn't YOUR turf. I'm here trying to rescue someone who was kidnapped. Those police back there tried to arrest me for some bull shit charge on a crime I didn't commit. I didn't kill them, which is more than I can say for any other mortal who challenged a God! I'm not looking for trouble, I'm just looking for my friend and asking that heroes be respectful to one and other." I said. I was royally pissed that the man was calling it HIS turf. I was alive before atlantis, I was alive before Earth. I understand the whole 'guard-dog mentality. But while my friend is missing...they need to do their jobs and be heroes by helping, or get the fuck out of my way. I looked over to the man with bone spikes, I was addressing him as well.
   "If I were abusing my powers I wouldn'ty have lost my wings for mmortals, I would have flooded the damn ground we stand on. I don't weant any trouble and if you genuinly care about the mortals as much as I do you'd know that two metahumans combating a God is only asking for wide-spread destruction! Please, don't force me into this. I don't want to fight, I just want to find my friend!" I pleaded. IF they wouldn't listen to reason I'd have to incapacitate both of them, i'm not the killing type. Now it wa sup to them. They heard my story and my reason for being there...now which of them are really heroes, and which ones are the wannabes?

Rhine had listened to this crazy water man for long enough to sense his arrogance. He called himself a god, he referred to us as mortals. He admitted to killing, and claimed that those innocents weren't the first, and that they are lucky for not having been killed. Rhine knew about this type of person. Rhine knew it would only take a little bloodshed to knock him from this high-horse.

"Alright you 'Almighty Shithead' I've heard enough. You want your friend. You don't want to fight. I've I understand that. Fighting is totally optional for you. Now, BLEED!"

Rhine launched bullet sized bones with the force of bullets from the front half of his body, straight toward the armored man. He didn't intend to kill, just to show this guy some manners.

Harpoon listened to the armored one, and how he spoke of a kidnapped friend. "Wait, could that be..." He started to say, but saw the guy with bones sticking out of his back launch an attack at the armored guy. He had to tell the armored guy about what he had seen at the docks. He couldn't let a fight break out. He had to act, to stop the attack.

He leapt in front of the armored guy and quickly twirled his spear-gun, so that the bone bullets would hopefully be deflected. They might not hurt the armored guy, but they could piss him off. That could start a fight. And he would never be able to talk about the docks.

"I appreciate the gesture, but those things hardly concern me. Look, I said I don't want trouble and I really mean that. We need to keep this guy as far away from others as possible. I can control my powers, but I cannot be sure of him." I said as the chaos of the world empowered me, it's lord and master. MNy skin became much thicker, the scales hardening, and my water was powerful enough that I commanded small speard of quientessence waters to meet the bone spikes. The result was both the water and the bone being utterly destroyed. I glared at this new person. "I don't want you to get hurt. I know you are a Hero, and I know you are able to take care of yourself. I will trust your judgement in your own powers and abillities....but please know whille I can controly my powers, I cannot control his." I said, stressing the fact that this skeletor wannabe might not be stable. Regardless I was up and ready to fight. My soul claws fully brandished and on now I had six katanas, three in each hand. I wasnt about to hold back on this guy. HE was the real danger to innocence. Not me.
(+3 Durability) (+2 to the Water-manipulation ability)

Rhine retracted his spikes and turned away from the crazy looking water beast. "That's all I needed to see." He said.

He prepared his bones to form a wall at his back at any point, and turned back toward his attacker only to say "The fact that you summoned all of your power just for me is reason enough for me to see passed your arrogance. You are no deity. You are like me, or him, or any other meta. Nothing more, nothing less. Who has been kidnapped and what leads do you have at this point."

Harpoon was disgusted at the scene. He twirled his Spear-gun and resumed a non combative stance. "Hey spikes, claw. Can you to stop being pissed for a moment and listen? I need to tell you guys something." He said. "Now if the claw guy is looking for a kidnapped person, I believe I might have an answer. Last night, I saw the Midnight Sharks unloading some cargo by the docks. They are a gang around here, and they have some powerful international contacts. Now I was about to go intervene, when I saw them dragging someone around. They seemed to just be unconscious, so I followed them to their destination. The person was dragged to a warehouse. They weren't dragged out. I chose to wait until today to go into the warehouse." He explained. "Well are you in? we can team up together and infiltrate the warehouse. What do you say?" He held out his hand to the two.

"Summond up all my power? When did I do that?" I asked. I am officially confused. This guy was seriously insane in the membrane. He continued to the word arrogance and I cut him off. I looked to this Harpoon guy and smirked. "No wonder you're so protective of the area....with guys like this running around it must be hard to tell who's a friend and who's a crack-head" This bone person would clearly be able to see he wasn't worth my time. In truth I probably shouldn't be so kind to mortals, given the fact there are ones like him running amuck. Souls as disrespectful and idiotic as his will never be selected for Seppam. Thank Fate for that. I have to confess, this Harpoon was a blessing in and of himself. It seems that the whole 'My Turf' was a misunderstanding.. He guards the area, not ruling it or being tyranical. In that sense I am deeply upset with myself for reactingnas I did. I should give him an apology...later of course. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders, and I lack the patience to deal with this damn fool who thinks he has the authority of Fate to judge me. I'll bite my tongue for now...but the second he reveals that he is an Agent of Baal Hadad the fool will understand the wrath of an Old God. I can bardly wait to show him how pitiful his bones are to my jaws and stomach acid. I really need to work on patience. "Sure. I would shake but I might poke ya. You know claws"