Coachman
Dream League Member
?They never come back... as boys!?
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Post by Coachman on Jul 31, 2011 21:46:47 GMT -8
The illuminated eyes of the henchman directly in front of Powermouse grew wide to match as she grew in size, a fist suddenly rocketing toward it. It was sent flying backward from the force of the swing, where it tumbled across the ground before colliding into a concession stand, splintering the wood and sending bags of cotton candy and other snacks showering over it until it was almost completely concealed by unhealthy sweets. Another of the goons lumbered behind the large mouse, and tried to bear hug her around her waist.
The bodies of the shadowy henchmen surrounding Duck Avenger glowed with pulsating bursts of light as they were struck by the shots from his weapon, their hulking forms twitching before they fell to the ground. But new goons appeared to take the place of those which fell, and they continued to try and surround the masked duck.
Near Bongo, a henchman lifted a large barrel above its head, which was filled with what was likely alcohol. As the bear was distracted with other cronies, the shadowy creature hurled the heavy barrel at the circus bear with all the strength it could muster.
Meanwhile, the Whisper made no change in its demeanor, even with Sunshine's scolding and harsh gaze. Even if it had, it wouldn't have been obvious, seeing as it had no face. The Whisper raised its left glove toward the blonde heroine, plasma energy beginning to form in the palm, tiny bolts snaking and weaving between each finger. However, it was little more than a distraction, as its right glove suddenly bolted out from beneath the cloak, quickly discharging a blast of otherworldly energy directly at Powermouse, who was currently the largest target. If it had the ability to produce verbal sounds, it likely would have laughed at the tricky play. But it didn't, and thus made no sound at all save for the electrical hum of the blast it fired at the mouse.
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Bongo
Dream League Member
The Amazing Super-Bear!
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Post by Bongo on Aug 1, 2011 13:20:35 GMT -8
Bongo, for a little while, was a bit too preoccupied to notice the predicaments his teammates were in - he was wrapped up in a predicament of his own, several to be exact! Not that they were too much trouble, though. Just one or two punches from the super bear's iron fists, and they fell like flies; having to take on more than one at once was a little tricky, though. Still, it wasn't long until the last of the apemen surrounding Bongo was sent flying. Defeating so many foes in a row did quite a bit to boost the bear's confidence. Grinning smugly, he stood his ground and stared down another gang of the brutes heading towards him - he thumped his outstretched chest repeatedly, as if telling them he was pumped and ready for more!
Just then, though, Duck Avenger crossed Bongo's line of sight - and, instantly, the bear's attention was diverted from his enemies. For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming... the duck had two long brown ears sprouting out of the top of his head. This was more than enough to distract Bongo, who stopped what he was doing to gawk in disbelief, even rubbing his eyes to make sure it wasn't just a trick of the light.
Unfortunately, he stared for just a bit too long. When he turned back to face his combatants, he saw nothing but a large, wooden barrel, in mid-air, mere inches from his face.
KATHWOP!!
The bear received the full force of the thrown barrel right into his face - fortunately, the bear's super strength prevented him from being sent flying by the attack, and his hard head even caused the barrel to burst into wooden planks and splinters that scattered all about. Nonetheless, the attack did quite a bit of damage, and Bongo flipped backwards in mid-air from the impact, landing rather painfully onto his rump. However, it was what was inside the barrel that would really affect Bongo.
A torrent of foamy, yellowish-brown liquid was released upon the barrel being broken, and it fell all over Bongo, who soon found himself completely soaked in the frothy, foul-smelling substance. Bongo felt completely disoriented and dazed - moreso than an attack like that would normally cause him to feel, for some reason. On wobbly legs, the bear managed to heave himself back up, only to clumsily slip right back onto his rump.
As it turned out, quite a bit of that liquid had entered Bongo's mouth upon the barrel's impact - and, whatever it was, it made him feel incredibly dizzy... but... also, strangely, relaxed, and happy. Bongo's surroundings quickly began to blur all around him, and, his now tired eyelids half-open, a rather dopey-looking smile grew across his muzzle. The liquid he had ingested, indeed, was beer - and Bongo had ended up swallowing just a bit too much of it.
Hic! The bear suddenly hiccuped, the force of it causing himself to bounce on his rear. Unbeknownst to him, however, just as he had hiccuped, he experienced a rather bizarre physical change - his furry round ears instantly sprouted upward and shifted into longer, more slender ears... not unlike those of a donkey.
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Sunshine
Dream League Member
The Ray of Hope
"I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't stop. ... Will you please stop?"
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Post by Sunshine on Aug 14, 2011 22:29:46 GMT -8
Most of Sunshine's lingering pain had vanished by the time the Whisper raised his left gloved hand in her direction. Upon seeing the intimidating plasma and bolts of damaging energy forming in that hand, an idea jumped into Sunshine active thoughts. Sunray! Of course! Even though the sun was not present in this dreary, wicked island, she had a small amount of solar energy stored inside her body. At least, she hoped!
When the Whisper attacked Powermouse unpredictably with his right hand, Sunshine looked beyond displeased. In an equally quick fashion, the human aimed her right palm squarely at her opponent, taking aim. From her palm, a sudden, powerful bolt of solar energy was shot from her hand to (hopefully) damage the Whisper. Physical combat was a moot point with it, she learned the painful way, and so the Sunray was her last hope.
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Duck Avenger
Dream League Member
"I've faced worse than you, buster."
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Post by Duck Avenger on Aug 14, 2011 22:48:02 GMT -8
These shadow gorillas seemed to regenerate! No matter how many thugs Duck Avenger shot with his silver energy pistol, more and even more goons just kept ganging up against him in droves. It was very frustrating, and the Avenger was fast approaching his boiling point. He frantically shot condensed voltages at every thug that neared him, but there were too many of them; unless he changed his tactic, he would have been beyond overwhelmed. Remembering a simple device in his utility belt, he retrieved a small glass vial of a gray liquid.
"Mind if I smoke?" he asked smugly, before throwing the vial down, just in front of his feet. A small flash happened, followed by a sudden, thick cloud of gray smoke, precisely what Duck Avenger wanted; he used this opportunity to quickly yet quietly sneak away from the crowd, and take cover from a carnival stand. He would wait until the smoke cleared before shooting the crowd from his distance.
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Powermouse
Dream League Member
The pint-sized heroine with the heart of a lion!
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Post by Powermouse on Aug 15, 2011 14:52:03 GMT -8
Although Powermouse had heard Duck Avenger’s question, she was too preoccupied to respond just then, as another goon grabbed her around her waist. She had tangled with a pair of hungry alligators in the southern swamps who had attempted to eat one of her dear cohorts before, so these simian-like beings failed to frighten her. Lurching forward a bit, Powermouse then kicked her right leg out behind her, hoping to send the second goon flying as well.
Hearing Sunshine suddenly cry out as if she were in pain, the mouse’s sense of urgency doubled. She remembered that the teenager was battling that creepy being in the blue cloak who had taunted them minutes before. If he was defeated, then perhaps these ape-men would give up! Unfortunately, Powermouse was unaware that the Whisper was now targeting her with its own long range attack.
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Coachman
Dream League Member
?They never come back... as boys!?
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Post by Coachman on Apr 20, 2012 18:00:47 GMT -8
As the ghostly apparition fired its plasma bolt at the enormous mouse, it was suddenly struck by some sort of beam projected from the Ray of Hope’s extended palm. It had seemed fairly confident that the superheroine was completely incapable of harming it with her melee style of combat, and never anticipated that she had a means of discharging energy-based attacks. And while it couldn’t genuinely display surprise, lacking any sort of face, its reaction seemed to at least support it. The hand which had fired at the formerly-tiny mouse jerked in an entirely different direction, the stream of harmful electricity striking a nearby concession stand instead. The concession stand splintered apart, stuffed toys flying every-which way, instantly charred, with tiny flames dancing across their furry hides. The beam of light penetrated through the enigmatic phantom, and from the hole it produced, the cloak form of the entity appeared to 'burn' away, until the Whisper had vanished entirely.
By that point most of the shadowy henchmen had been subdued through the combined efforts of the heroes. Only a few here and there still had the ability to stand, much less fight back. Ceasing their relentless attacks, each of the remaining henchmen knelt down to the nearest defeated simian creature, clasping them under each arm. They then retreated back into the shadows, dragging the shadowy figures which had been disabled and disappearing from sight as abruptly and eerily as they had initially appeared. And, within mere moments, the assembled heroes were once again alone in the park, with no trace that the Whisper or shadowy henchmen had ever been there at all, save for the substantial collateral damage caused by the skirmish.
“What’s all this about?!” A stern, angry voice suddenly bellowed from somewhere nearby. Slowly walking toward the heroes was the hulking form of the Coachman, an oil lantern held in front of him in his right hand. The orange-red flames produced by the lantern cast sinister light upon his scowling, irritated face. The way the light cast shadows over his plump face made him look rather menacing; like some creature from the great beyond. It would seem unusual that a man would be wielding an old-fashioned lantern, rather than something more modern and conventional, like a flashlight. But then again, what about Pleasure Island II had been normal up to that point? His aggravation wasn’t simply fabricated, however; he was genuinely angry that his henchmen were taking so long to subdue the interlopers. Surely some costumed fruitcakes couldn’t overcome his forces of darkness with their feeble 'super'powers. And yet, they appeared to have succeeded in accomplishing just that, it seemed.
He stopped once he was within proximity of the superheroes, his long mouth still pulled into a frown, his thick eyebrows furrowed. His green eyes seemed to pierce straight into their souls as his gaze shifted from one individual to the next. He inwardly smiled upon noticing the duck and the bear with their distinctive ass ears, though his external facial expression remained unchanged. “Perhaps you blokes didn’t notice, but the park is closed!” He informed them angrily, giving a convincing performance that he was unaware of the true nature of the situation. “And I ain’t lookin’ for no costumed mascots of Dream League heroes! This ain’t that sort of park!” He added, feigning that he figured them as impostors as opposed to the genuine articles.
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Duck Avenger
Dream League Member
"I've faced worse than you, buster."
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Post by Duck Avenger on May 12, 2012 1:28:55 GMT -8
The smoke had cleared, and Duck Avenger was ready to pull the trigger on the remaining goons. His concentration was shattered by the beautiful human whom the Dream League called Sunshine. The Ray of Hope had zapped the Whisper with a blast of Sunray. It was the polar opposite of sunny in this godforsaken Carnival of the Damned, so he hoped Sunshine had some more solar energy stored within her. She really was hot. … Stay classy, Donald, he mentally reminded himself. Regardless, Sunshine had obviously defeated the Whisper because of her attack, and just before vanishing, the wounded Whisper had inadvertently destroyed a stand, which exploded in a mushroom cloud (well, maybe not that big) of stuffed animals that might have been made in China, but that wasn’t important right now. The Avenger looked around to find that the remaining henchmen had taken off, as if the Whisper's demise had triggered their departure. He then looked around again to make sure that the others were present and well. There was Powermouse, looking just fine. When he spotted Bongo, he instantly noticed something odd. The bear looked dazed yet happy, like being drunk, and his ears--
“What the heck, Bongo!” the Avenger shouted. “What happened to your ears?!”
Another voice cut him off, and the voice belonged to none of the Dream League, nor Powermouse. The Avenger glared angrily at the stranger, obviously believing him to be the mastermind. The glow from the lantern cast a creepy, disturbing glow on the fat man's face. The duck jumped to his feet and ran from the stand he used as cover, padding swiftly closer to the Coachman, but still keeping distance. This guy looked like a Dickensian man perpetually angry and off his meds. His eyes burned with contempt, and actually did reach Duck Avenger’s heart, striking some fear into it. But the duck remained brave, and only tried to sneer back.
“Mascots?! Listen, buster, we’re the real deal!” He brought up his fist and shook it. “What kind of theme park is this, anyway?! If you’re the boss, you need to learn how to hire better carnies!”
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Sunshine
Dream League Member
The Ray of Hope
"I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't stop. ... Will you please stop?"
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Post by Sunshine on May 12, 2012 2:06:53 GMT -8
Sunshine took a big jump backward when it became obvious her Sunray had damaged the Whisper. She tightened her fists and continued to stare down the Whisper in disapproval, even when said enemy had burned up and vanished. But just before he disappeared, he had accidentally set a stand ablaze, and the violent explosion reminded Sunshine to check on her comrades. Powermouse was there (how she had grown in size was a sheer mystery, and she reminded herself to question the mouse sometime about it), and there was Duck Avenger—with asinine ears?! And Bongo looked very strange, too; not only did he have ears, but he looked like he was under some kind of spell. Why did he seem so clumsy and happy? (Clumsier and happier than usual, that is.) She realized that she and her companions were alone; the henchmen were gone.
Sunshine was about to notify the surprised Duck Avenger that he had donkey-like ears, too. He was definitely oblivious to his own ears, despite seeing Bongo with them. But she was interrupted by an angry and heavily accented voice. She gave the man her undivided attention. For some reason, she found his eyes particularly unsettling, and something seemed very threatening about him, even though he had only simply yelled at them; that lantern painted a very unflattering portrait on his chubby face. Duck Avenger did what he did best: being temperamental and talking big. Sunshine invited herself to step closer to the man, much closer than Duck Avenger chose. She, too, kept her distance, but she wished to prove her bravery and determination. Still, the closer she got, the more intimidating he was.
“Sir, he’s right,” she said. Her tone was serious, but far politer than the hotheaded duck. “We are the Dream League.” Her arms remained by her sides, alert but not confrontational. She had to make sure that this man had anything to do with the attackers; she had learned by now that things are not always what they seem, especially in this eerie amusement park. “We had just fought some… well, they were shadow beings. And there was a person—a thing—with a cloak and gloves, and he attacked us... I defeated it, though. Were they your men?” She didn’t give the man enough time before realizing something. Concern in her face and voice, she spoke hastily, almost pleadingly. “We’re looking for missing children. Do you know anything about that? Please, sir!”
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