Echo
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Post by Echo on Jun 28, 2008 17:34:51 GMT -5
The green and black clad superhero ran down the streets of New York City at about 65 MPH. His EMA Standard may not have been the most powerful power suit out there, but it was certainly one of the fastest. Right now, at 65 miles per hour, he wasn't even coming close to reaching the half-way point to its limit. The EMA Standard could move at the speed of sound, which came in handy when he had to make trips back and forth between Watz Tech Inc. in Louisiana, and the construction site of his latest office building in NYC. Of course, it was also really nice for chasing villains.
~Quiet day.~ He thought to himself, a grin coming upon his face. His ankle length silver hair blew in the wind as he rushed down the road, and his green eyes darted about looking for any illegal activity. Suddenly, something caught his ear. He wasn't sure what it was, but he thought he heard screaming for a moment. He raced off in the direction of the sound, the smile gone from his face. ~So much for quiet.~
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Post by Captain Cold on Jun 29, 2008 9:34:12 GMT -5
Cold took a quick scan of the bank. He had come to NY for a “vacation” having gotten somewhat tired of Keystone and Central Cities. Besides if he managed to avoid the heroes that swarmed that place he’d get a hell of a bigger payoff. So it must have been strange to see a man in a blue and white parka stroll into the bank. He walked straight up to a teller who gave the strange-looking man a smile. “And how might I help you today Mr.....?” The man in the parka’s hand fell to his side. “Cold. Captain Cold.” The teller’s eyes shot open for a brief moment as Cold drew his Cold Gun and froze the man. He quickly turned and froze the guards before they could draw. He casually walked to the back and to the vault. State of the art. Could withstand probably anything. Except cold. He fired at the door freezing it and, after taking a step back to prep himself, kicked it in. A moment after that he was running out of the bank clutching several bags of cash in his hands.
He saw the blur coming from where he was. The speed of it didn’t worry Cold at all. He had made the Cold Gun to beat The Flash after all. And whatever it was sure as hell wasn’t as fast. He dropped the money and drew his Cold Gun and aimed at the blur. Then he pulled the trigger firing a freezing blast with the hopes to turn it into a speedsickle.
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Echo
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Post by Echo on Jun 29, 2008 18:11:10 GMT -5
Echo shot toward the bank, where he heard the noise coming from, and saw a strange fellow running out with a load of money. ~Not on my watch, dude.~ He thought to himself as he raced toward the man at about 80 MPH, but came to an abrupt halt when the man fired at him with an odd gun. With great swiftness he drew his right saber, and slashed through the blast. The glowing green energy blade left a faint trail of light behind it after Echo had sliced the blast. "Hah hah! You gotta be kidding!" He said with a smile. "Let's see! Your little gun versus an energy blade capable of cutting titanium... Which do you think will win?" He asked mockingly, and then got into a battle stance.
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Post by Captain Cold on Jun 30, 2008 21:45:57 GMT -5
If Cold was worried still he didn’t show it. “Nice blade kid. But I doubt it can take me.” Then he twisted so the side facing the boy was seen and raised his Cold Gun up and started firing blasts at him. This, however, was just a diversion as he slipped his other hand down to his waistband and drew his backup piece and aimed at the sword-wielding hand and fired hoping to freeze the hand so it couldn’t be used.
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Echo
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Post by Echo on Jul 3, 2008 10:21:56 GMT -5
Echo dashed from side to side, dodging the blasts and gradually making his way toward Captain Cold. When the villain fired at him with a second weapon he shot into the air using his jet boosters, leaving a trail of green after images behind him. He landed right behind his opponent, and then swung around throwing his left fist at his back with much force.
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