Post by Atlas on May 16, 2016 16:52:29 GMT -5
The crazed man in his tatters let out a massive yell, and Ajax said, "You've got a lot of anger, I think you need to channel that into something more positive." The musclebound maniac took a run at him, and as Ajax leapt to the side he called out, "Have you considered arts and crafts?" Both of the powerful fists of the blonde man crashed into the cement that had just held up Ajax's feet, causing the street to have two massive indentions. The man then turned, and came After Ajax again, who spoke once more, starting before he moved, "I bet you could make a great," he started to jump again, "Macaroni sculp-" he was plucked from the air, a muscular hand wrapped around his ankle. Then, he was rammed face first into the street, making a body shaped hole in the ground.
Ajax lifted himself enough to turn over, and when he looked up, he saw that the man had grabbed a car, and was by the looks of it about to bring it crashing down onto Ajax's mug. However, the musclebound man wasn't quite fast enough, and the masked teenager got up to a crouching position, then launched himself at the other man's torso. As he moved towards him, he shouted, "See pal, all that emotion would be perfect for a Kraft piece about the war." They collided, and the muscular man tried to turn so that as the two hit the ground Ajax would be on the bottom. He failed.
They landed and Ajax shifted himself so that his knees pinned the man's arms, and the two made about a half a foot indention into the street. Ajax delivered a hard right handed punch to the man's jaw and another from the left, each blow digging the man a few inches deeper into the ground. The man leaned up and roared in Ajax's face, and almost managed to knock the teenager off of him. Ajax spoke with a somewhat condescending tone, saying "Greg are you angry at me or are you angry at your father?" The end of his quip received a blow from the man, he took one of the pieces of the street that had been shattered on their impact and rammed it into Ajax's stomach. The man then shoved his opponent off of him, and stood groggily. Only seconds after he was on his feet, Ajax followed.
"See," Ajax held his side, and let out a bit of breath in pain, "imagine that passion channeled into something like comic strips." The man clenched his fist and yelled defiantly, "You're not taking me back! I won't go back in there!" What? That didn't line up with anything. As the aryan giant charged once more towards Ajax, the young man focused his hearing, and allowed himself to hear everything around him. He could hear within about a hundred yards, he could hear people telling others to run, cars running into each other in flight, the police approaching. The thing he needed to hear however, was coming from the building thats street front had been left in ruins. A woman's voice spoke frantically, and said, "Popham is out! I repeat, Popham is out. Popham has engaged with what appears to be another Metahuman. Activate containment protocal 24H9. Protocal 24H9." Popham, that wasn't a name Ajax had ever hear of, but apparently he was what had gotten out, and he didn't want to go back in. Ajax wasn't sure what to do about that.
As the fist of "Popham" connected with Ajax's eye, he considered a few things. The man had attacked civilians in their cars, and done a great deal of damage to public property. That wasn't even mentioning the crazed look in his eyes. He wasn't sure whether he should put down the dangerous lunatic, or help the scared man who was more powerful than he needed to be. The punch didn't put him on the ground, but it did force him to stumble back. The man still came on like a rhino charging across the plain, and delivered another blow like an earthquake to Ajax's stomach. The teenager's throat filled with blood, and he was forced to spit it into his mask as he stumbled back from the blow. As another came for his face, Ajax forced himself into a battle inside his own mind to muster the will to move enough to block the blow.
He won that fight, but lost the deadlock of blocking the bunch. His hand gripped Popham's fist, but he was forced back, his heels literally digging up the road behind him. The teenager let go of the fist, and Popham brought it back, shouting as he went, "I'm not letting them have me again! You can't bring me back!" Before his fist connected again with Ajax's chin, the shorter fighter took a quick jab at the blonde's nose. Popham reeled back, and Ajax took the opportunity to gain some ground. He threw another hard roundhouse punch, connecting to the left cheek of the tall blonde giant. Popham didn't come close to crumbling quite as much as Ajax had only a moment before. For a short time, they traded blows, Ajax landing one, then Popham, then Ajax, then Popham.
After they had traded dominance a few times, both entrenched in their position, neither moving his feet, Ajax made a mistake. He moved his feet. He stepped forward with his right foot, and Popham grabbed him. Turning, the escapee threw the teenager through the air, and Ajax crashed through the a news stand for AMERICA MAGAZINE that had already taken significant damage. It took him a considerable amount of time to get up, but as he went about the task his ears picked up the sound of ten heavy footsteps running in time with each other. By the time he had turned, he saw a bunch of guys outfitted like SWAT had circled the man and shot what look like those wire tasers onto the man. However, they were shot from devices the size of T-Shirt Cannons, and generated a heat unlike a normal taser. When they all lit up with blue electricity, Popham screamed. It was no defiant roar, no yell of fire and strength, it was a noise of fear and pain.
When Ajax had managed to gain his balance, Popham was nearly on his knees, crouching on the balls of his feet. Then however, the scream of pain changed into a yell like a raging bonfire, and the crazed man grabbed half of the wires and flung the men connected to them away from him, back towards the building that Ajax assumed they'd come from. Then he grabbed the other half, and threw them towards the subway entrance on the street. Then the massive man made a run for something odd, the massive glode meant to represent the sky.
Things began to move in slow motion for Ajax, as he saw everything at once. A family came out of the subway entrance, and froze in terror. Popham grabbed the stand that the globe was welded to, and lifted the whole statue awkwardly. Popham took aim at the second group of guards he'd thrown, clearly not caring if the massive globe crushed the civilians as well as the SWAT Sciencey guards. News crews and police had set up barriers. Ajax started running about three seconds before Popham threw the 'sky.'
He had to literally throw himself in front of the guards and civilians, but he did it. He caught the globe and rolled it onto his shoulders. One of the guards who had retained consciousness looked up at him, and "Get everyone in the station under us away, then move the guards, you got that?" The man nodded, and shot up, running down the steps. Ajax managed to look at the family that was now running for the police barricade, and recognized the mother and daughter. The mother was the woman who'd yelled at him in the convenience store, while the daughter was the little girl who'd asked him who he was. They made it to the barricade.
Popham had sprinted off into an alleyway, and seemingly disappeared. Now all eyes were on Ajax, as he held the sky with his arms wide across the globe. Every moment was a strain, as Ajax felt his feet longing to drive through the street below him. His body slowly became an avatar of sweat, and every inch of muscle on his body began to feel as if he was being attacked. The guard from before quickly began to drag the other guards away, and he was followed by a few police officers who'd volunteered to assist in getting the men to safety.
Finally, they were all clear, and Ajax let out a massive roar as he rolled the globe in front of himself. To his joy when it fell, t did not crash through the road and into the subway, it simply rolled a few feet then was stopped by the position of the podium. Then Ajax fell to his knees, then to his chest. He literally could not move. Not a single muscle in his body could move an inch. It took all he could to not go under.
After about fifteen minutes of securing civilians and containing the areas, the police moved in, followed by the a group of shadowy men and women who seemed to have the real control of the situation. Several men and women in suits and lab coats were brought out of the building Popham had been running from, and loaded into Police vans, however, the person they seemed the least interested in arresting was him. They were frightened.
Eventually however, three officers came to him after another ten minutes, and Ajax could actually move his arms just a bit. Not enough to prevent a pair of cuffs being slapped on him however. One of the cops mentioned taking his mask off as another cop began to read him his rights, but as a hand grabbed the mask from the top of the head, Ajax opened his mouth, and clamped his jaws down so that part of his mask was stuck between his teeth. For a good five minutes all three men tried to pull it off at once but to no avail. He was weak, but he was strong enough to keep his identity hidden. Eventually they gave up, and lifted him to his feet. A group of five began to march him towards one of the vans, and Ajax's head lulled forward, and he couldn't lift it up without great strain.
Before he reached the van however, a woman with the odd suit folk approached the group of cops and said, "No, you have no way to maintain control over him. We will take him into custody."[/color] Ajax was weak, but the word custody woke him up. His strength was coming back far slower than usual, but through focus, he was able to pull his arms apart with enough force to break the handcuffs. He then through off the men escorting him and ran, his weakened state making his speed barely faster than his natural run. As he went, one cop had a quick draw and tried to shoot him, but missed. Ajax made it to the same alley that Popham had run to, and hopped a fence then found a dumpster to lay behind.
Eight hours later, Ajax finally made it home, costume in his backpack. He could still barely move, and he was incredibly happy that he had the day off tomorrow. He felt like he'd just run three marathons and been crushed by a wrecking ball after every step. He made it to the couch, and collapsed, saying a mumbled hey to Richard and Juan. They were watching TV, and Juan said, "Oh s***! I need to watch the report on Y Double H." Richard changed the channel to ABC, not the local ABC that played the local news and Frasier reruns, but like, the national ABC. It was broadcasting the local news though. Sitting at the desk with the usual anchors, Michelle Dresden and Darnell Ruxpin, was the woman who'd told the cops not to take him, and Martin Konn.
They were in the middle of a heated discussion. The woman in the suit argued, "Investigation into the project would show that it was funded by the private sector but with sanctioning by the United States Military. Clearly the people who provided the Embiome funding are responsible with helping pay for damages, but what's clearly the most important is the ethics of what they are doing? The man who escaped is a former Marine. What exactly happened to him that made him capable of the destruction that he carried-" Darnell cut in at that point. "What I'm interested in, is who is the man in green?" The screen changed to an image of Ajax holding up the globe, and Ajax was shocked. It looked like he had an A on his chest. He must have gotten a thick layer of dust from one of the As on the newstand.
Darnell continued, "It's been stipulated that he's the same man in green who assaulted a convenience store, and robbed a Wingate vehicle and fought the police a few weeks ago. How did he receive his, what we've been told are "meta-human abilities?" He was able to get away from the police and the FBI. How are regular people in New York supposed to feel safe when there's a super criminal running around? Unless Alphaman and the Warrior Princess start hunting them down and arresting them, it looks like these people will just have free reign."
Konn spoke next, very calmly, "If I may speak, this fight occurred just outside of my building, I believe that's why I was brought here. As someone who's installation was destroyed by the 'escaped government project' I feel as if the man in green, despite working against the police and the few crimes that he has committed, actually in his bout against this man was defending the people of New York, though according to the police reports it would appear unintentional. So though I do not condone his overall modus operandi in the past month, I would say that there are some that may consider him to have been an evil soul carrying out a noble action. In that way, and ironically in the imagery of the end of this fight he was strikingly like the greek titan Atlas." Michelle laughed and the woman who might be FBI(?) was clearly displeased. Michelle spoke next.
"Well folks when we return we'll talk more about the rise in 'Metahuman' activity. Which will include the odd actions out on the west coast, the Warrior Princess, Alphaman, and this 'Valiant' Atlas, holding up the sky."
{End Thread}
Ajax lifted himself enough to turn over, and when he looked up, he saw that the man had grabbed a car, and was by the looks of it about to bring it crashing down onto Ajax's mug. However, the musclebound man wasn't quite fast enough, and the masked teenager got up to a crouching position, then launched himself at the other man's torso. As he moved towards him, he shouted, "See pal, all that emotion would be perfect for a Kraft piece about the war." They collided, and the muscular man tried to turn so that as the two hit the ground Ajax would be on the bottom. He failed.
They landed and Ajax shifted himself so that his knees pinned the man's arms, and the two made about a half a foot indention into the street. Ajax delivered a hard right handed punch to the man's jaw and another from the left, each blow digging the man a few inches deeper into the ground. The man leaned up and roared in Ajax's face, and almost managed to knock the teenager off of him. Ajax spoke with a somewhat condescending tone, saying "Greg are you angry at me or are you angry at your father?" The end of his quip received a blow from the man, he took one of the pieces of the street that had been shattered on their impact and rammed it into Ajax's stomach. The man then shoved his opponent off of him, and stood groggily. Only seconds after he was on his feet, Ajax followed.
"See," Ajax held his side, and let out a bit of breath in pain, "imagine that passion channeled into something like comic strips." The man clenched his fist and yelled defiantly, "You're not taking me back! I won't go back in there!" What? That didn't line up with anything. As the aryan giant charged once more towards Ajax, the young man focused his hearing, and allowed himself to hear everything around him. He could hear within about a hundred yards, he could hear people telling others to run, cars running into each other in flight, the police approaching. The thing he needed to hear however, was coming from the building thats street front had been left in ruins. A woman's voice spoke frantically, and said, "Popham is out! I repeat, Popham is out. Popham has engaged with what appears to be another Metahuman. Activate containment protocal 24H9. Protocal 24H9." Popham, that wasn't a name Ajax had ever hear of, but apparently he was what had gotten out, and he didn't want to go back in. Ajax wasn't sure what to do about that.
As the fist of "Popham" connected with Ajax's eye, he considered a few things. The man had attacked civilians in their cars, and done a great deal of damage to public property. That wasn't even mentioning the crazed look in his eyes. He wasn't sure whether he should put down the dangerous lunatic, or help the scared man who was more powerful than he needed to be. The punch didn't put him on the ground, but it did force him to stumble back. The man still came on like a rhino charging across the plain, and delivered another blow like an earthquake to Ajax's stomach. The teenager's throat filled with blood, and he was forced to spit it into his mask as he stumbled back from the blow. As another came for his face, Ajax forced himself into a battle inside his own mind to muster the will to move enough to block the blow.
He won that fight, but lost the deadlock of blocking the bunch. His hand gripped Popham's fist, but he was forced back, his heels literally digging up the road behind him. The teenager let go of the fist, and Popham brought it back, shouting as he went, "I'm not letting them have me again! You can't bring me back!" Before his fist connected again with Ajax's chin, the shorter fighter took a quick jab at the blonde's nose. Popham reeled back, and Ajax took the opportunity to gain some ground. He threw another hard roundhouse punch, connecting to the left cheek of the tall blonde giant. Popham didn't come close to crumbling quite as much as Ajax had only a moment before. For a short time, they traded blows, Ajax landing one, then Popham, then Ajax, then Popham.
After they had traded dominance a few times, both entrenched in their position, neither moving his feet, Ajax made a mistake. He moved his feet. He stepped forward with his right foot, and Popham grabbed him. Turning, the escapee threw the teenager through the air, and Ajax crashed through the a news stand for AMERICA MAGAZINE that had already taken significant damage. It took him a considerable amount of time to get up, but as he went about the task his ears picked up the sound of ten heavy footsteps running in time with each other. By the time he had turned, he saw a bunch of guys outfitted like SWAT had circled the man and shot what look like those wire tasers onto the man. However, they were shot from devices the size of T-Shirt Cannons, and generated a heat unlike a normal taser. When they all lit up with blue electricity, Popham screamed. It was no defiant roar, no yell of fire and strength, it was a noise of fear and pain.
When Ajax had managed to gain his balance, Popham was nearly on his knees, crouching on the balls of his feet. Then however, the scream of pain changed into a yell like a raging bonfire, and the crazed man grabbed half of the wires and flung the men connected to them away from him, back towards the building that Ajax assumed they'd come from. Then he grabbed the other half, and threw them towards the subway entrance on the street. Then the massive man made a run for something odd, the massive glode meant to represent the sky.
Things began to move in slow motion for Ajax, as he saw everything at once. A family came out of the subway entrance, and froze in terror. Popham grabbed the stand that the globe was welded to, and lifted the whole statue awkwardly. Popham took aim at the second group of guards he'd thrown, clearly not caring if the massive globe crushed the civilians as well as the SWAT Sciencey guards. News crews and police had set up barriers. Ajax started running about three seconds before Popham threw the 'sky.'
He had to literally throw himself in front of the guards and civilians, but he did it. He caught the globe and rolled it onto his shoulders. One of the guards who had retained consciousness looked up at him, and "Get everyone in the station under us away, then move the guards, you got that?" The man nodded, and shot up, running down the steps. Ajax managed to look at the family that was now running for the police barricade, and recognized the mother and daughter. The mother was the woman who'd yelled at him in the convenience store, while the daughter was the little girl who'd asked him who he was. They made it to the barricade.
Popham had sprinted off into an alleyway, and seemingly disappeared. Now all eyes were on Ajax, as he held the sky with his arms wide across the globe. Every moment was a strain, as Ajax felt his feet longing to drive through the street below him. His body slowly became an avatar of sweat, and every inch of muscle on his body began to feel as if he was being attacked. The guard from before quickly began to drag the other guards away, and he was followed by a few police officers who'd volunteered to assist in getting the men to safety.
Finally, they were all clear, and Ajax let out a massive roar as he rolled the globe in front of himself. To his joy when it fell, t did not crash through the road and into the subway, it simply rolled a few feet then was stopped by the position of the podium. Then Ajax fell to his knees, then to his chest. He literally could not move. Not a single muscle in his body could move an inch. It took all he could to not go under.
After about fifteen minutes of securing civilians and containing the areas, the police moved in, followed by the a group of shadowy men and women who seemed to have the real control of the situation. Several men and women in suits and lab coats were brought out of the building Popham had been running from, and loaded into Police vans, however, the person they seemed the least interested in arresting was him. They were frightened.
Eventually however, three officers came to him after another ten minutes, and Ajax could actually move his arms just a bit. Not enough to prevent a pair of cuffs being slapped on him however. One of the cops mentioned taking his mask off as another cop began to read him his rights, but as a hand grabbed the mask from the top of the head, Ajax opened his mouth, and clamped his jaws down so that part of his mask was stuck between his teeth. For a good five minutes all three men tried to pull it off at once but to no avail. He was weak, but he was strong enough to keep his identity hidden. Eventually they gave up, and lifted him to his feet. A group of five began to march him towards one of the vans, and Ajax's head lulled forward, and he couldn't lift it up without great strain.
Before he reached the van however, a woman with the odd suit folk approached the group of cops and said, "No, you have no way to maintain control over him. We will take him into custody."[/color] Ajax was weak, but the word custody woke him up. His strength was coming back far slower than usual, but through focus, he was able to pull his arms apart with enough force to break the handcuffs. He then through off the men escorting him and ran, his weakened state making his speed barely faster than his natural run. As he went, one cop had a quick draw and tried to shoot him, but missed. Ajax made it to the same alley that Popham had run to, and hopped a fence then found a dumpster to lay behind.
Eight hours later, Ajax finally made it home, costume in his backpack. He could still barely move, and he was incredibly happy that he had the day off tomorrow. He felt like he'd just run three marathons and been crushed by a wrecking ball after every step. He made it to the couch, and collapsed, saying a mumbled hey to Richard and Juan. They were watching TV, and Juan said, "Oh s***! I need to watch the report on Y Double H." Richard changed the channel to ABC, not the local ABC that played the local news and Frasier reruns, but like, the national ABC. It was broadcasting the local news though. Sitting at the desk with the usual anchors, Michelle Dresden and Darnell Ruxpin, was the woman who'd told the cops not to take him, and Martin Konn.
They were in the middle of a heated discussion. The woman in the suit argued, "Investigation into the project would show that it was funded by the private sector but with sanctioning by the United States Military. Clearly the people who provided the Embiome funding are responsible with helping pay for damages, but what's clearly the most important is the ethics of what they are doing? The man who escaped is a former Marine. What exactly happened to him that made him capable of the destruction that he carried-" Darnell cut in at that point. "What I'm interested in, is who is the man in green?" The screen changed to an image of Ajax holding up the globe, and Ajax was shocked. It looked like he had an A on his chest. He must have gotten a thick layer of dust from one of the As on the newstand.
Darnell continued, "It's been stipulated that he's the same man in green who assaulted a convenience store, and robbed a Wingate vehicle and fought the police a few weeks ago. How did he receive his, what we've been told are "meta-human abilities?" He was able to get away from the police and the FBI. How are regular people in New York supposed to feel safe when there's a super criminal running around? Unless Alphaman and the Warrior Princess start hunting them down and arresting them, it looks like these people will just have free reign."
Konn spoke next, very calmly, "If I may speak, this fight occurred just outside of my building, I believe that's why I was brought here. As someone who's installation was destroyed by the 'escaped government project' I feel as if the man in green, despite working against the police and the few crimes that he has committed, actually in his bout against this man was defending the people of New York, though according to the police reports it would appear unintentional. So though I do not condone his overall modus operandi in the past month, I would say that there are some that may consider him to have been an evil soul carrying out a noble action. In that way, and ironically in the imagery of the end of this fight he was strikingly like the greek titan Atlas." Michelle laughed and the woman who might be FBI(?) was clearly displeased. Michelle spoke next.
"Well folks when we return we'll talk more about the rise in 'Metahuman' activity. Which will include the odd actions out on the west coast, the Warrior Princess, Alphaman, and this 'Valiant' Atlas, holding up the sky."
{End Thread}