He was clad in bright red, blue, and gold; he was almost supernaturally handsome, and ripped beyond the dreams of bodybuilders. Everything about him said
"SUPERHERO."
...Except for the part where he was engaged in bank robbery in broad daylight. That was what we like to call a 'tell.'
The BofA didn't have many security guards, and their bullets were just bouncing off his sparkly aura. Classic Invul/SS Tanker, beyond a doubt. He laughed
as he drifted toward the vault, and declared: "You can't stop me, morons! No one can stop... JUSTICE TRUTH!"
"But.. but..." A young teller, her comic senses outraged, leveled the obvious question. "Shouldn't you be, like, a hero with a name like that?"
"Hero? Ha!" JT cackled. "I can be whatever I want to be, kid, that's what having power means! Now shut up or I'll pop your head like
a zit." He brought one mighty-thewed arm back, preparing to smash the safe door in.
Couldn't have asked for a better straight line.
"You can be whatever you want to be? That's good to know," a voice like the tolling of a leaden bell answered. "In that case, I choose to
be... a real hero." JT whirled, scowling, as the overhead lights dimmed and blots of pure darkness crawled over
the windows. "Citizens, what you're about to see... may terrify you, and I apologize, but I assure you that in this case the monsters are on your
side."
As the shadows spread, paradoxically, reflective surfaces throughout the bank became clearer, more perfect mirrors... but nothing human could be seen within.
Twisted mockeries crouched in their places, utterly still for a long moment, then with frightening speed lashing out -- claws breaking the surface of glass and
metal, impossibly pulling themselves into reality as horrified screams arose. No more than three feet tall, the creatures' heads were far too large for
their bodies... and their fangs, rather too large even for those heads.
"What the hell--!" the 'hero' gaped, trying to keep track of the several dozen things slowly
approaching him. "What are you, some kind of Mastermind? These... they ain't zombies..."
"Mirror goblins," the leaden voice informed him. "I was a roleplayer. Lucky for you I wasn't
playing a very realistic role, or you'd be carried out of here in a body bag. You still may, I suppose, if you're dumb enough. Care to
surrender?"
"Oh, hell no!" As the goblins neared, JT took a mighty swing. Wildly aimed, his fist still impacted on one, which squelched most unpleasantly and
promptly dissolved into stinking vapors. "These things are wimps! What else you got, Mister high-and-mighty Mastermind?"
"Well, I do know something you don't know."
"...And what's that?"
"There's a mirror behind you, dumbass."
Justice Truth whirled, in time to see his own warped reflection step out of the vault door -- no goblin this, but a demonic thing bigger than he, with
immensely long and multijointed arms that wrapped around him and squeezed. As he gasped for air, the mirror-demon
turned him around to face the unbelieving bank personnel and customers... and something else, a figure of darkness that rose from the floor and took on form; a
gaunt, cloven-hooved creature in Chinese robes, a crown of horns on its head, great tattered bat-wings rustling at its back... It raised its hand and a bolt
of shadow shot forth, striking JT in the chest. The cold, the incredible cold...
"I am the King of Three Shadows," the demon intoned, shaking his head, "and you didn't even
remember to take Resist Energies. Jeez, that's pathetic."
--Sam
Disclaimer: At the time of writing, there was no such character as "Justice Truth" on Virtue Server. Justice Truth is not meant to defame or mock
any particular existing CoH character or player.
"SUPERHERO."
...Except for the part where he was engaged in bank robbery in broad daylight. That was what we like to call a 'tell.'
The BofA didn't have many security guards, and their bullets were just bouncing off his sparkly aura. Classic Invul/SS Tanker, beyond a doubt. He laughed
as he drifted toward the vault, and declared: "You can't stop me, morons! No one can stop... JUSTICE TRUTH!"
"But.. but..." A young teller, her comic senses outraged, leveled the obvious question. "Shouldn't you be, like, a hero with a name like that?"
"Hero? Ha!" JT cackled. "I can be whatever I want to be, kid, that's what having power means! Now shut up or I'll pop your head like
a zit." He brought one mighty-thewed arm back, preparing to smash the safe door in.
Couldn't have asked for a better straight line.
"You can be whatever you want to be? That's good to know," a voice like the tolling of a leaden bell answered. "In that case, I choose to
be... a real hero." JT whirled, scowling, as the overhead lights dimmed and blots of pure darkness crawled over
the windows. "Citizens, what you're about to see... may terrify you, and I apologize, but I assure you that in this case the monsters are on your
side."
As the shadows spread, paradoxically, reflective surfaces throughout the bank became clearer, more perfect mirrors... but nothing human could be seen within.
Twisted mockeries crouched in their places, utterly still for a long moment, then with frightening speed lashing out -- claws breaking the surface of glass and
metal, impossibly pulling themselves into reality as horrified screams arose. No more than three feet tall, the creatures' heads were far too large for
their bodies... and their fangs, rather too large even for those heads.
"What the hell--!" the 'hero' gaped, trying to keep track of the several dozen things slowly
approaching him. "What are you, some kind of Mastermind? These... they ain't zombies..."
"Mirror goblins," the leaden voice informed him. "I was a roleplayer. Lucky for you I wasn't
playing a very realistic role, or you'd be carried out of here in a body bag. You still may, I suppose, if you're dumb enough. Care to
surrender?"
"Oh, hell no!" As the goblins neared, JT took a mighty swing. Wildly aimed, his fist still impacted on one, which squelched most unpleasantly and
promptly dissolved into stinking vapors. "These things are wimps! What else you got, Mister high-and-mighty Mastermind?"
"Well, I do know something you don't know."
"...And what's that?"
"There's a mirror behind you, dumbass."
Justice Truth whirled, in time to see his own warped reflection step out of the vault door -- no goblin this, but a demonic thing bigger than he, with
immensely long and multijointed arms that wrapped around him and squeezed. As he gasped for air, the mirror-demon
turned him around to face the unbelieving bank personnel and customers... and something else, a figure of darkness that rose from the floor and took on form; a
gaunt, cloven-hooved creature in Chinese robes, a crown of horns on its head, great tattered bat-wings rustling at its back... It raised its hand and a bolt
of shadow shot forth, striking JT in the chest. The cold, the incredible cold...
"I am the King of Three Shadows," the demon intoned, shaking his head, "and you didn't even
remember to take Resist Energies. Jeez, that's pathetic."
--Sam
Disclaimer: At the time of writing, there was no such character as "Justice Truth" on Virtue Server. Justice Truth is not meant to defame or mock
any particular existing CoH character or player.