A new target.

"Why am I here?" Lorne complained to himself as he walked through Washington. "I got false info about someone being here and that's why. Oh, that guy is so gonna regret what he done." As he walked through the streets, a kid came up to him mistaking him for a super hero. The little boy ran over and began pulling at Lorne's trousers. He continued to walk like nothing was happening, but the kid kept on pestering him. He was getting annoyed. Lorne clenched his fists because the boy continued for minutes. "I ain't a hero kid. I've got people to see, so could you please stop grabbing me."  Lorne informed him as he turned around at the kid. The kid nodded. Lorne turned around and continued to walk. A few seconds later, the same kid pulled at his clothes. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me! Get it, kidding, because you're a kid? No? Okay then." Lorne joked, getting angry. "Now, run back to your mommy before something really bad happens here kid. I ain't joking!" Then, Lorne grabbed the kids head and turned him around. He pushed the kid and continued to walk like nothing happened. The kid then began to cry. "What NOW?!" Lorne shouted as he turned around. The boy pointed over to his parents at a bank. The same bank was getting robbed. "Of course....a robbery." Lorne complained to himself as he drew his blades.

Lorne began to run over to the bank, when someone stopped him in front of it. The guy was big, and pretty built. It would probably take him about a few minutes to take him. "You want to dance big boy? I'll tell you, I'm an amazing dancer. What style are you good at?" Lorne said with a hidden smile. He then began to jump up and down. "I like break dancing, because I get to break your bones." Lorne then ran at the giant. The big dude swung his massive fist at Replicate, but he slid underneath his arm and got up behind him. "I was lying about break dancing" Lorne teased as he got up. Suddenly, the big dude grabbed Lorne's leg and swung him around. "I guess you like swing dancING!" The giant let go of Lorne and sent him flying into a wall. "Ow..." He mumbled as he drew his gun without his opponent knowing. "Enough fun" Lorne began. He pointed his gun at the giants head and shot, sending a bullet into his skull. "You suck at dancing. Shots fired....literally." He joked to himself as he got up. The lifeless body fell to the ground. With a few groans, Lorne brushed himself off and began to make his way into the bank. He got there later then he expected, as he decided to fake a limp. He looked up the stairs and withdrew his guns and swords. Lorne made his way up the stairs and looked through the doors. "I count....ten. Why so many?" He asked himself as he opened the door, about four guns pointed at him. Replicate's hands shot straight up. "Hey, we have two things in here that shot. Your guns, which shot at me. And my hands, which shoots up!"

Replicate made his way slowly into the bank, whistling as he walked. Some people were crying, some were too scared to make sounds. But the mood was way down. "Don't worry, you can bank on me to save the day. Yes, daily pun, complete!" As he said that, one of the robbers put a gun to his head. "Can you not take a joke? Jeez." The guy forced Lorne to go on his knees. "Who sent you?"

"No one, I came out of my own free will. Well, that ain't true. Some guy gave me fake info abou-" The gunman punched Lorne in the face. "Ow!"

"Why are you here?"

"Didn't you hear my pun? I'm here to save the day!"

"What's in it for you?"

"You know. Gratitude, your gun, acceptance..."

"Wait...my gurhg!?" Replicate then punched the guy in the face and pulled him down. Lorne stole his gun and shot him in the back of the head. Lorne blew the smoke away and turned around to see the robbers about to fire. "Crap!" Replicate dived behind a desk just before the thieves fired.

Lorne heard one more gun shot from somewhere else in the bank. What a day to be in Allfirst bank. The inside was no longer loud from the peoples fear, but silent. A few whimpers could be heard, but that was it.  It was finally over. He had done it. With a little help from some other people of course, but he did it. Then Lorne thought of something. What type of hero or policeman used a gun. None as far as he knew. Then, was a villain here? Another group to rob the bank? That was exactly what he needed. He assumed they were worse then the original group. They worn't that  bad in the first place. They were still pretty bad. To be able to take all these people hostage. And now more people were trying to rob the same place. Perfect. Lorne knew he would have to fight them. Well, he wanted to fight them. However, the people would get in the way. So, he done what every normal anti-hero would do in this situation. Lorne took out his gun and shot right up in the air. "Everyone leave in a panic. Hurry up now!" Everyone began to run for the exit. As he planned.  One of the men slipped on the blood. He looked at where it was from and found a bullet whole in the head of the first robber. Lorne laughed as he rushed to his feet. He laughed even more as he saw blood on his suit. Was this his work place? "Should have pulled a sickie!" Lorne shouted to him as he ran out of the fire exit. The main room was now empty. Lorne heard some footsteps coming his way. This was his chance to see just who exactly was going to rob robbers.

The anti-hero got up and slowly began to walk over to the sound of footsteps. His own footsteps made an echo against the wooden flooring of the bank. Lorne looked around at the empty room. He saw some bas of which people forgot to take with them and some...shoes? Did someone plan to run? That was funny. Lorne was pretty sure a bullet could travel faster then someone running. As he got closer to the door, he heard some mumbles. So, someone was planning to rob this place on the same day as the other group. Interesting.  His breathing got heavier due to him feeling nervous. His palms were sweating, making his grip on his gun loosen a bit. With a gulp, he put his back against the wall next to the door separating the new thieves and himself. "So...how about we talk?" He shouted to the people in the other room. "Because, even though your the thief, I will steal the win." Lorne liked what he just said. It helped him calm his nerves. He shook his head and focused. "One..." He mumbled to himself "Two....three!" As soon as Replicate said three, he jumped in front of the door and kicked it. The door opened and Lorne walked in with his gun rose. He shot randomly to try and scare the new robbers and began to talk. "So...what's up? My name's Replicate but you can call me Replicate...or if you prefer, Replicate" He pointed his gun at Carden with a smile.

The guy who seemed like the boss smiled at him. Smiling in the face of death, how rude. He went through all of the trouble to get to him and he found it funny. "Big leagues? The only thing big here is your size mate. You not been going to the gym?" Lorne asked before he fired his first shot at Carden. After he shot, he looked at all the other guys in the room. "Would you let us do our thing? As you can see, you're weak. Unless you want to try and take me on..." Lorne taunted them towards him with a smile. He stuck out his tongue and took quick glances around the room. To his left, a few wooden desks with a chair behind each one. To his right, those weird things they use to outline where the line was. Right in front of him, idiots who thought they would win this fight. They seemed awfully cocky. They truly believed they were going to win. "So...why you guys here?" He asked them as he reloaded his gun.

One of the other robbers came in and saw what was happening. He went to turn away and walk out. "Don't move." Lorne shouted. "If you do, bang bang." Lorne made the shooting action with his free hand and smirked. Now that he had the room mapped out, there was no way he could loose against normal people like them. This was going to be easy, and Lorne knew it. "Come on then!" He told Carden. Replicate was looking for someone. That's why he was here. The intel was wrong, but he found another criminal who needed to die anyway. "Let's get this party started."

Carden smiled as he mentioned his "size" and said, "I'm big where it counts.", the bullet was fired from the gun, everything appeared to move in slow motion at that point to Carden. In combination of his super reflexes and super brain, he was able to perceive it's trajectory and location, already prepared to catch the bullet. As soon as the bullet got three quarters arm length away, he caught the bullet with the tip of his index finger and thumb.

After he caught it he tossed it aside and disappeared, making his molecules hyper active, making him into what seemed to be gas. Carden then flowed through the air and went into one of his mens airways, possessing them instantly. The thief in mercenary gear, carrying a MP5 raised his gun and began to fire at Replicate, several bullets were fired at him in burst fire mode, the trigger being pulled twice. So that would make 6 bullets headed straight towards him, this Replicate guy must think he's going to win this, he has another thing coming...

Did this guy just make a joke about his....no....he couldn't have. That was even more stupid then him smiling. Lorne's mouth dropped open at the joke, but then it dropped wider as he caught the bullet. He caught it? How is that even possible? Unless, this guy had super powers. "This make's it more interesting!" He watched as Carden turned into a sort of mist and began to float towards one of his own men. What? The smoke then disappeared and the man began to fire his gun at Lorne. Quickly, Lorne jumped out the way, barely avoiding the bullets. "Six? How is that possible?" Lorne then fired his own pistol at the controlled man. He fired more and continued to walk towards him. As he closed in on his target, he took out his other pistol and began to fire with that too. "Bang bang!" He joked as he stopped walking in and stood still.

He began to wonder how Carden could do what he done. He wasn't a human, that was for sure. An alien? "How about we talk whilst we fight? What exactly are you?" He asked as he reloaded his pistol. He knew that the bullets weren't going to do anything. Maybe his swords? There nothing saying his skin is tough enough to block swords. But, this unknown figure was fast. He could easily dodge them. But, the swords were Lorne's best shot. As he waited for an answer, he began to fire again. Now that he was controlling someone, did that body have the same abilities as the original? He hoped not, otherwise it would be a long day at the bank.

The Reflecting Pool? Tristan stood just in front of the Lincoln Monument, looking out at the great still lake. It was pretty cool all things considered, really serene too. Tristan could see why people liked it so much, you could just sit here and think, take a load off from all the stress. Tristan did just that, planting himself on the steps in front of the monument and pulling off his rucksack. Retrieving a battered looking note book he flipped through the pages until he stopped on one marked 'America, Washington DC', below which there were a list of sightseeing marks and places of interest all across the world. He placed a little tick by the Reflecting Pool and looked up at it again. Very nice.

A jogger ran past and Tristan smiled at him. He smiled back, though he looked incredibly warn out. Still the smile was genuine and Tristan nodded at him as he passed. A few seconds later another man ran past, this one travelling much quicker. Tristan smiled at him and the other man smiled as well, funnily enough he didn't look as tiered. As the other man caught up with the first Tristan thought he heard him say "On your left" when another sound caught hi attention. Gunshots.

Perking his ears up Tristan listened, greeted by a few more gunshots in quick succession. Tristan rolled his eyes.

"Where ever I go, someones got ruin a nice quiet moment with a gunshot"

Getting up the young metahuman moved behind the white marble of the main monument and jumped up into the air. A field of energy lifting him up into the sky. He reached the top of the building and shrugged off his backpack, making sure the transponder linked to his watch was active before leaping into the air again. Soaring across DC's sky he homed in on the sound of the gunshots.

He soon reached a bank, the police hadn't yet arrived but there were white van's parked at the back. Unusual, thought Tristan.

Landing softly outside the glowing hero walked into the bank, the main area was empty but there were blood splatters and dead bodies littering the ground. A sudden burst of voices grabbed Tristan's attention and he moved to investigate. Moving to another door Tristan watched as a man in some kind of armor shot at a much less armored person, who was answering with bullets of their own. One found the armored man's head, sending him down.

Tristan was about to open the door when some kind of gas exhaled from the dead man to form another person. A second later this man fired a blow of electricity at the other one. He could feel the energy shoot from his hand even though his eyes couldn't process it. He prepared to push the door open, trying to absorb any extra energy while he could. This guy knew his stuff.

Lucius had dispatched his newly promoted lieutenant Carden to a bank in Washington DC. The purpose was not money however, just what was in one of the safety deposit boxes. A rare metal recovered a few mouths ago that was believed to not even be from this solar system. That was really the only thing of value to Lucius, he wanted this substance to see what exactly could be done with it. Sure money would be nice for his lackeys, but Lucius himself had plenty and didn't care for such things. He sat in his lab, using the camera systems to watch the whole metahuman fight going on in the bank. He was confident Carden could handle it honestly, but it would get done faster if he had support. No, he wasn't about to fire up Hector or get his whole following moving into the bank, all that was needed was himself. He hadn't had a good fight in awhile, and he liked mocking the hero types, so he was going to show up and personally see to it this mission went smoothly.

Stepping into a large glass chamber, Lucius was automatically equipped with all his gear by robotic arms and mechanisms before he finally stepped out. He then went over to one of his labs many teleportation pads, stepping onto it he would disappear in a flash of red and then appear before the three individuals just in time to hear one of them say something like 'this ends here'. Oh, they were all the same. Lucius couldn't count on both his hands how many times he heard that one. Carden would likely be surprised Lucius himself showed up, usually he just sent lackeys but the man was in a particular mood today. Lucius let out a low chuckle that filtered through his voice changer, making it sound quite sinister.

"Oh, i agree...." Lucius said, allowing faint amounts of energy to radiate from his body. The crimson light spat at the very air, sputtering as it searched for something to incinerate. If the two were smart, they would run, now. But then again, people never seemed to be daunted, at least not those of the heroic variety, not until they were getting their faces corroded off that is. As Carden had said before, they were dealing with the big leagues now, but the reality of that statement had increased ten fold with the appearance of Lucius. He would allow them to make the first move, to size them up more then anything else. It wasn't really his style to just start curb stomping as soon as he arrived.

"Now, rather then forcing me to resort to violence, why don't you both turn around and walk away like good little dogs? I would rather not stain my robes." Lucius said, not moving a muscle or even getting into a fighting stance. He just stood there with a certain sophistication, arms folded behind him.

Lorne had done it! He killed the guy! Or, so he thought. The mist came out of the dead body and the original dude was back outside. So his power lets him control people, but he doesn't keep his other powers whilst doing it. The more you know. Suddenly, Lorne got hit by a lightning strike. It sent him into a wall. The impact cracked the wall and left Lorne pretty damaged. His back ached like hell. Lorne tried to get to his feet right away, but couldn't find the strength. He looked at Carden, surprised at the turn of events. "Give me a second would ya!" His attention went to Glow. Someone new at the scene who seemed to not be fazed by what happened. "Welcome to the party! That guy over there will give you some punch." Lorne tried to get up again, this time doing so. However, it was very slow. The blast had really done a number on him. "You gonna help? That isn't necessary, but if you want go ahead." Replicate tried to go for this guns hat were on the floor.

Shortly after he walked over to his guns, somebody else appeared. He picked up his pistols and looked at the person who ad just joined them. "Dogs? I'm more of a hyena. Do you know why? Because I laugh at your attempt to make me scared. Now excuse me as I take on your friend." With that done, he turned to look at Can once again. He hot one bullet from his left pistol towards his leg. Right away, he fired another bullet from his right pistol, aiming at where his towards stomach would have been. If this guy bent down to catch the first bullet, the second one would penetrate his skull. If he didn't, his leg would be wounded. There was no way he wouldn't get injured, unless he was fast enough to catch both. For some reason, Lorne thought he was. hen, he could use those shots as distractions. He ran over to one of the desks and jumped behind it for cover. He took the time he brought for himself to recover slightly and access the threat. He had a guy who was super fast, could control people and shoot electricity from his hands. A fair fight? Not really, but then there was the other guys who had joined the fight. That one who called him a dog, and the other one who hadn't said anything yet. Unpredictability. He had no idea what they were capable of. That could be an advantage, but more times then ever it was a disadvantage.

He poked his head back up and fired a few shots at Carden before going back to cover. He told himself to move to another desk. Quickly and quietly, Lorne rolled over to another desk. He hoped that the super powerful opponent didn't see him move. If he didn't, an advantage. He could move quickly and deal small amounts of damage with his guns and swords. Did he know that Lorne had blades? Maybe not, he hadn't used them yet. Maybe he did, being the really powerful person his enemy was. Lorne took            something random from the desk he was behind. He grabbed a purple stapler which was empty. No one would miss this...right? Oh well. Lorne threw it in a random direction to try and mislead Carden. Lorne went to roll again, but pain burnt his back from his impact against the wall. This wasn't the best time for him to be hurting. Lorne gritted his teeth and fought back the pain as he rolled to another desk.

Tristan was about to respond to the guy that took the lightning bolt to the face when another figure appeared on the scene in a flash of red. The guy looked like a tank, dressed a powerful looking suit bedecked with robes and all manner of different pieces of equipment. And he just sort of stood there, he didn't rush forward or even step. He just stood there and menaced at them. Tristan couldn't deny, he was scary looking guy.

And to make it worse he had some kind of red energy field around him. Even from this distance Tristan could feel that the energy was other worldly, perhaps extra-dimensional? Supernatural? Whatever it was it wasn't natural. For a second he thought about backing up, calling for help perhaps. But he didn't know anyone in this part of the world. If this guy was up to some evil then it was on Tristan to try and handle it. Sucking down his worries Tristan pushed the door open and stepped into the room, trying to feed some more energy into his shield as well as trying to make himself glow a little brighter. If this guy was going to play the imitation game then so was he.

The other two people appeared to have disappeared into other parts of the bank. Leaving Tristan alone with the most terrifying individual he'd ever decided to try and threaten. Raising his hand, palm up, Tristan tried to look the suit of armor in the eye.

"I don't know what your up to here guy" He forced a bit more energy into his hand, ready to fire if it came to it "But i'm putting a stop to it, right here, right now"

Lucius watched as Carden used that rather useful smoke power of his to flee, likely going to get the product now that he saw Lucius was here. It was good that he did so, considering the fact there would be nothing left of the bank by the time Lucius was done with it. Lucius just stared at the one who said he was a hyena, honestly he had no time for such stupidity. He was just going to make an example of these two and then leave, it was simple really. The only threat seemed to be the one with some sort of glow to him, but then again maybe the other had more to him.

Lucius already analyzed the situation more then anyone would realize, first of all, the other guy was using guns, and these guns didn't seem special, so that signified the male had no better form of attack. The glowing guy had energy manipulation, that was obvious, but Lucius was quite sure it couldn't match his own output of red energy and even if it could he would just redirect it and use his likely superior skill and technology. Having Hector scan the more powerful one gave Lucius a small idea of how much energy was going through him, and it didn't seem like much compared to what he had seen.

"...Are you now?" Lucius said calmly through his voice changer, sounding like a more sinister Darth Vader with less heavy breathing. He then simply drew Cora Zen, brandishing it left handed with a low guard. He then slowly and deliberately walked toward his opponent. This was something Lucius didn't do, he never lead with melee unless he wanted an entertaining fight. Honestly he could just spam his energy to level the place, but where was the fun in that? He drug his blade against the ground as he walked, which cut into the floor like warm butter, and he wasn't even putting any force behind it.

If the male stayed where he was, Lucius would just walk to him and then slash rapidly at him, using his speed assisters to move his blade ten times faster then the normal human. In a single second he would get out eight slashes, four at the body and two at the head and legs each. Of course, he would only do this if he got close, the male would likely move and if he did Lucius would just teleport to him and attack just as he would have normally.

For a few seconds the man just stood their. In his suit of armor he was so still he could simply be a statue of some futuristic knight teleported into the middle of the bank, if it wasn't for the corona or red energy that buzzed around him like a swarm of bloodthirsty insects. Behind his mask Tristan couldn't make out what he was looking at, although e had a sinking suspicion it was him. In the few seconds he had before the man moved Tristan tried to formulate a plan.

His armor looked strong, combined with his energy field could make injuring him, even slightly increasingly challenging. And he hadn't even taken into account the wealth of equipment arrayed across the mans body, things that Tristan couldn't begin to guess at the use of. All in all, Tristan was effectively going up against a walking armory with nothing but his own powers. Letting his eyes slip around the room for a second Tristan noted large marble pillars set around to carry the weight of the roof above them. At least they might provide some good cover, and with room to fly he might be able to outmaneuver him. Just long enough for him to make a mistake.

Suddenly Tristan's eyes shot back to the man as he drew a menacing red sword, seemingly out of nowhere. The voice that emitted from his mask echoed around the room as he took one step forward, and Tristan took one involuntary step back. So, not only was the man heavily armored but he was now wielding a sword that, if that huge graze cut into the floor was anything to go by, was incredibly powerful.

Tristan could feel the breath catching in his throat. Scared? He didn't blame himself really, this guy looked like Darth Vader ate Doctor Doom for breakfast and was stepping toward him like Tristan wasn't even registering on his threat level. Crap thought Tristan as he powered up his energy blast I really hope this does something or i'm going to have to think really quick

Jumping up into the air Tristan floated in place for a second, letting him aim his blast at his enemies palm. A second later he pulsed the energy forward. A glowing ball of pure energy shot from his hand toward whatever insane, maniacal man was striding toward him.

(OOC: Sorry if this is stepping on toes n such, but I figured we are coming up on a week since the last post and I don't want this one to go down)