With Great Power is an animanga superhero roleplay set in an original universe featuring a freeform and easy to learn system. We are inspired by the likes of DC Comics, Marvel Comics, My Hero Academia, One Punch Man, Tiger and Bunny and much more. The possibilities for characters and powers are almost endless and players are free to let their imaginations run wild! With such great power, what will you become?
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"L-l-listen man, I'm telling you! I don't know anything about the dude you're looking for." the criminal's panicked voice echoed out from the dimly lit alley.[break][break]
Ichigo's eyes narrowed underneath his helmet, "You're lying!" he growled and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt. Effortlessly lifting the thug off the ground, Ichigo slammed him into the wall behind them. The wall cracked from the impact, and the thug grimaced in pain.[break][break]
"You've got one more chance to tell me what I want to know before things get worse for you." as if Ichigo's seriousness wasn't clear enough already. He used his magnetism to manipulate the watch on the man's wrist, dragging him up the wall several feet and leaving him there to dangle. Feeling particularly spiteful, Ichigo then reached out and crushed the watch, breaking the man's wrist.[break][break]
"Okay!" he cried out in pain, "I'll tell you...I'll tell you." hearing those words, Ichigo released his control over the watch. The thug dropped to the ground, but before he could start telling Ichigo what he wanted to know, the two were interrupted.[break][break]
A bright beam of light shot down the alleyway illuminating the previously darkened space. At the other end of the light was a police officer, curious about all the noise. It only took her a few seconds to figure out something shady was going on, and she immediately reached for her gun.[break][break]
"Help! This freak is trying to-" in one swift motion, Ichigo placed his hand over the thug's mouth and pinned him to the ground.[break][break]
"Shut up." he commanded, his eyes still locked on the officer at the other end of the alley. This wasn't how tonight was supposed to go. The police presence in Kichijoji should have been next to non-existent with that new gemstone exhibit opening up.[break][break]
She had her firearm aimed at him now, her finger on the trigger ready to fire. It would have been easy to reach out and yank it from, but that would just escalate the situation.[break][break]
"I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't turn around and walk away." Ichigo had done his best to avoid confrontations with the police so far. They weren't his enemy, and in many ways, he still saw himself as one of them. But he should have known that something like this was going to happen sooner or later.[break][break]
"Let him go and walk towards me slowly with your hands up." she ordered.[break][break]
Ichigo frowned from underneath his helmet, "I'm afraid I can't do that. This man has information that I need, and besides," he squeezed tighter on the thug's face, "he's done some pretty horrible things to decent people. I'm just evening balancing the scales." said Ichigo coldly.[break][break]
It was only going to be a matter of time before her partner got here. He needed to defuse this situation and quickly...
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Tokyo, what a beautiful, beautiful, but loud place. A lady in a flowing dress calmly walked down one of the many sidewalks of the large city. The fair skin on her pale lips was curled up into a discontent pout. This was only slightly better than a place like New York. With so much noise and buzz, she doubted the civilians around here ever stopped to think. It was deeper engrossment into one’s mind that allowed for not only a creative outlet but for new self-discoveries as well. [break][break]
She let out a sigh, sharp canines revealed for mere moments. [break][break]
Too engrossed with their inconsequential day-to-day tasks, no one cared to stop and ponder. [break][break]
Perhaps that was why there were so many dull people on this Earth. [break][break]
”Oh well. When my plans come into fruition, no one will need to worry about such,” Mused the woman to herself quietly, weaving around a few crowds of people before making her way into the heart of the city. [break][break]
Beatrix Auclair, skilled surgeon and adept scientist, had found herself in Japan after being sent here to operate on an ill but wealthy patient. It was a sudden task assigned to her, but she did not mind. Beatrix had never been to Japan and she could only wonder how the blood of the people here tasted. [break][break]
Better yet, in a new territory, it would be possible for her to find new assets to help with her cause… [break][break]
”Hmm?” [break][break]
The redhead gazed up. She could hear quite a bit of ruckus from an alley up ahead. Was that a cop? She ambled closer. [break][break]
Now at nearer proximity, Beatrix observed the situation. It seemed as if a criminal was holding someone hostage, and the officer was at a standoff. Her crimson orbs scanned over the facial features of the criminal in question. Tense but calculating. Likely looking for a way out of the situation -- who wouldn’t be? But, something told Beatrix he did not want a spectacle. [break][break]
Perhaps… She could be of assistance. [break][break]
Beatrix ambled closer. [break][break]
”How about we all… Relax.”
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She spoke out her words with cautious delicacy. However, as she moved nearer, her eyes began to glow. Suddenly, the cop would feel extremely light-headed. In a few more seconds, they’d find themselves unable to stand. The female cop fainted. [break][break]
”Neurocognitive deficit,” Beatrix spoke, standing before the passed out officer. ”It really strikes you when you least expect it, no? That lack of blood to your brain hits you hard.” [break][break]
Catching sight of the redhead from over the officer’s shoulder, Ichigo frowned. Just what he needed, another intruder to deal with. Ichigo kept his eyes glued to the ginger as she crept closer into view. When her pupils began to glow he quickly looked away and gripped the handle of his katana. Moments after averting his gaze, Ichigo heard a ‘thud’ as the officer’s body collapsed onto the ground.[break][break]
His frown deepened, had she just killed that police officer with a stare? Ichigo quickly glanced at the officer’s body. Judging by the gentle rise and fall of their chest, they were only unconscious.[break][break]
”Good.” he thought, for the moment he’d stay his blade.[break][break]
When she turned to him Ichigo made sure to avoid making eye contact with her. He wasn’t sure how her power worked but he wasn’t taking any chances. "Nothing worth your time." replied Ichigo dryly.[break][break]
Taking his eyes off her but remaining on guard, he lifted the still struggling thug up from the ground. With his hand now clasping the man’s throat, he locked eyes with the crook.[break][break]
”This yakuza-wannabe just has some information I need.” said Ichigo, an almost palpable anger in his voice. His fingers twitched and an urge to snap the thug’s neck invaded his thoughts.[break][break]
”A frog in a well does not know the great sea.” he muttered with a deep breath.[break][break]
He glanced back to the redhead, "Your assistance wasn't needed foreigner but thank you regardless." with a heavy frown Ichigo added, "Now, unless you want something from me - please leave."[break][break]
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”’Assistance wasn’t required’? Oho, I’d beg to defer. That cop had you in a tight place.” [break][break]
The redhead rose a defiant yet playful eyebrow and crossed her arms at this man’s response. He appeared standoffish and frankly, Beatrix couldn’t blame him. After such a tense moment and the appearance of a new person (much less a super), this man must have wanted to simply be on his merry way. [break][break]
Unfortunately for him, once she was intrigued, Beatrix wasn’t so easy to shake off. [break][break]
She moved closer, against the man’s wishes. Slowly, Beatrix neared Ichigo’s side, smiling hungrily. Now nearer to his skin, she could smell the blood coursing through his veins. What a tease. [break][break]
She whispered, ”But something tells me you could have handled it differently than a normal human. You must be a Super, no?” The redhead inquired. Promptly, Beatrix turned back to look at the thug dangling at the mercy of Ichigo. [break][break]
”I’d just like to observe. That’s how all the best scientists obtain their data, after all.” She began, ”...Perhaps I do want something from you, but it would be rude for me not to offer out a favor to you myself. If it’s information you need from this simpleton, perhaps I can ease it out of him.”
The stranger drew closer, and the hairs on the back of Ichigo's neck stood on end. A low and threatening growl escaped from the back of his throat. Her playful tone wouldn't fool him, not when his instincts were telling him she was bad news.[break][break]
Yet despite the voice in the back of his head telling him not to. Ichigo still found himself engaging with her.[break][break]
He answered her question by popping one of the lengths of metal off the front of his armor. It couldn't have been more than fourteen inches long, the perfect length for what he had in mind.[break][break]
It hovered in front of his chest, bending into a u-shape but otherwise remaining stationary. Once Ichigo removed his hand from the thug's throat, it launched towards him. Pinning the yakuza to the wall and tightening around his windpipe.[break][break]
"Is that good enough of an answer for you?" he asked.[break][break]
His eyes narrowed suspiciously when she offered her aide, "Why would you help me gaijin?" they were strangers. There was no logical reason for her to get involved in this any further than she already had.[break][break]
"First you say you'd like to observe and then you offer help? Which is it? You cannot both observe and help - the hawk cannot also be the rabbit."
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[attr="class","yuki-text4"] ”Oh? You can manipulate metal? Or is it iron? What a delightful power.” [break][break]
With a sadistic look of intrigue, a smile cursed across Beatrix’s full lips as she watched the curved bar of metal tighten around the neck of this man’s prey. She approached closer if only to get a better view of the pain of the man who’d crossed this Super. [break][break]
”Unlucky little mongrel. You should have just stayed in line. Supers are a dangerous breed to upset,” She uttered, giving a brief word to the yakuza. [break][break]
Afterward she turned back to her person of interest. Beatrix pouted at how difficult he was being but at least now it was clear that he was brighten that some of the other street rats around here. [break][break]
”So many questions. Don’t get your panties into a twist,” She scoffed, briefly rolling her eyes at all these inquiries thrown at her. [break][break]
Beatrix shifted closer, attempting to get her palms onto the dark-haired man’s shoulders. [break][break]
”I wish to do both. I want to collect some data on other Supers to complete a marvelous project of mine. I’m merely offering my help so I might get some back from you.” [break][break]
Behind the man, Beatrix’s soft lips inched closer to his neck. He would surely feel her warm breath against his skin. The tantalizing scent of blood drove Beatrix mad; she wanted a taste. Were he to let her get close enough, he’d find that Beatrix would give him a lick -- pink tongue driving against the skin of his neck. [break][break]
His blood smelled irony. It probably tasted better, too. [break][break]
”So what do you say, sweetheart? It’s a fair deal…”
