Man of Steel, Woman of... also Steel [Inv Cpt. Sweetheart]
Apr 3, 2021 19:32:34 GMT -5
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Post by Mister Steel on Apr 3, 2021 19:32:34 GMT -5
As he so usually did, the Unbreakable Mister Steel, aka Donût, was training his rear off in preparation for the 25th Tenkaichi Budokai. He'd already met some powerful fighters... and had gotten a sense for the sheer gulf in strength and technique between himself and these professionals of the "next level". There were people that could turn into wolves, robots, aliens with quadruple his strength, not to mention what he'd heard about Saiyans and Majins that trained to fight. If only there was some way to close the gap...
Blaring sirens interrupted his train of thought for a moment... heading down the road. Probably trying to get some rando to pull over or heading to some crime scene long after the crook had left.
Well, Donût was trying something new to help himself along. Underneath his garish performance gi, the outfit he would be wearing for the tournament, he was wearing heavy weights on his forearms, ankles, and core. The weights were made out of some hyper-dense metal from another planet, and had been surprisingly cheap. They also made it feel like he was lugging around at least fifty mid-size sedans around on his person at all times... Which gave him quite a bit of resistance as he practiced his punches and kicks and dodges and ducks on top of his parents' apartment building.
He was just about to give his 2,000th left-jab, right hook, side-kick combo when he heard something. More sirens. At first it was just a few more cop cars. Then he heard an ambulance... and a third flurry of cars... and then a helicopter.
"Huh... maybe I should head over an' just see what's goin' down..."
With as much power as his legs could give him, Donût leaped off the rooftop towards the building next door. Then he leaped again... and again... and again... until he came to a landing near the East City Savings and Loan building. That was the biggest bank in town! And it had what appeared to be... a giant robot of some sort, clutching the building's vault in its gigantic claws. Police were firing at it, but their bullets were either glancing off armor, or being repulsed by some glowing fields. Donût considered running off and leaving the whole mess to someone waaaaay stronger... But if HE didn't deal with this problem, and the police couldn't, who would?
He took a moment, then leaped from the roof of the four-story building he'd been "considering his options" on... and landed with more grace than he should have, but not as much as he was used to.
"DON'T KNEEL IN FEAR! MISTER STEEL IS HERE! ...Huh, that sounded way better'n ma head."
Captain Sweetheart get on in here!
And also Locke if you wanna get involved.
Blaring sirens interrupted his train of thought for a moment... heading down the road. Probably trying to get some rando to pull over or heading to some crime scene long after the crook had left.
Well, Donût was trying something new to help himself along. Underneath his garish performance gi, the outfit he would be wearing for the tournament, he was wearing heavy weights on his forearms, ankles, and core. The weights were made out of some hyper-dense metal from another planet, and had been surprisingly cheap. They also made it feel like he was lugging around at least fifty mid-size sedans around on his person at all times... Which gave him quite a bit of resistance as he practiced his punches and kicks and dodges and ducks on top of his parents' apartment building.
He was just about to give his 2,000th left-jab, right hook, side-kick combo when he heard something. More sirens. At first it was just a few more cop cars. Then he heard an ambulance... and a third flurry of cars... and then a helicopter.
"Huh... maybe I should head over an' just see what's goin' down..."
With as much power as his legs could give him, Donût leaped off the rooftop towards the building next door. Then he leaped again... and again... and again... until he came to a landing near the East City Savings and Loan building. That was the biggest bank in town! And it had what appeared to be... a giant robot of some sort, clutching the building's vault in its gigantic claws. Police were firing at it, but their bullets were either glancing off armor, or being repulsed by some glowing fields. Donût considered running off and leaving the whole mess to someone waaaaay stronger... But if HE didn't deal with this problem, and the police couldn't, who would?
He took a moment, then leaped from the roof of the four-story building he'd been "considering his options" on... and landed with more grace than he should have, but not as much as he was used to.
"DON'T KNEEL IN FEAR! MISTER STEEL IS HERE! ...Huh, that sounded way better'n ma head."
Mister Steel is entering this thread with 17,000 PL.
Weights on, setting his functional PL to 5,000.
6/6 KP
0/6 MP
Captain Sweetheart get on in here!
And also Locke if you wanna get involved.