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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BRAVEO
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Anti-Heroes and Vigilantes are our most desired member groups at the moment! Do consider making one!
”Hey you misfits! Are you ready to ROCK?!” [break][break]
A female voice shouted out above a large crowd. The gathering hooted back their eagerness with equal enthusiasm, the unison of voices roaring aloud within an underground hideout in the outskirts of Wayport City. [break][break]
At the front of it all was a girl draped in black and crimson. Her clothing was revealing and her face was painted, but perhaps the most striking feature of her’s were the bright, white flames surrounding her body. They tickled against the skin of her body as if embers could not burn. And, well, in a way, these ones couldn’t harm her. [break][break]
Punkette, a troublesome Vigilante in the eyes of Aegis, had organized an underground rock show. She was known quite well among the streets as a fearsome Super as well as an avid musician. When she didn’t make up in her battles she did with her impressively harmonic voice. Even those who didn’t like the genre often found themselves flocking to her shows just to get a chance to hear her voice. [break][break]
And why was that? Well, it definitely had to do with otherworldly attributes. That was the part that worried the hero organization. Not only was her vocal prowess destructive, but it had the capability of hypnotizing its listeners. Such power wasn’t safe to be roaming around unchecked, and many times had Punkette turned down the offer to work for Aegis. [break][break]
With a haughty person like her bearing such power, the organization knew it needed to keep a close watch on her. [break][break]
Word of her show had gotten around, and Aegis was prepared. They’d set up a Hero to be transferred from Japan to Wayport temporarily to investigate the Vigilante woman. His task was to sneak into the show and find a way to question Punkette, before possibly apprehending her. [break][break]
”Alright! Let’s go!” [break][break]
The woman’s finger held tightly onto her pick. She began to strum her guitar. The rest of her band began to play along, and loudly at that. [break][break]
"America? Are you sure i'm the best fit for the job? Ive never been there." Three days ago, Stockpile questioned his handler over the phone. Standing in his one bedroom apartment, Mako had been doing his morning workout routine when the call came. Apparently Aegis wanted him for an undercover mission overseas. Something about infiltrating a super concert and questioning the lead singer. Only engage if necessary to apprehend. It all sounded like secret spy stuff to him, and despite his nerves and protests, Mako was secretly excited for the opportunity to travel and work in America.
Now here he was. After a few days of traveling, briefings, and learning the layout of the city, stockpile was ready for his mission. Crouched near the entrance to an abandoned subway line, Mako heard the echoing roar of the concerts crowd. Exhaling a nervous breath slowly, Stockpile grabbed the chain and padlock over the gate. His muscles rapidly expanded beneath his white sweater, the fabric stretching to accommodate his new bulk as he squeezed the lock and pulled it clean off the doors. Reverting to his diminutive and almost sickly form, Mako slid the gate open and disappeared down the dark staircase as the sound of screaming crowds and loud rock music echoed off the walls.
Steathily slinking his way into the subterranean stadium, Stockpile took a moment to marvel at the sight before him. Throngs of screaming fans were gathered around a makeshift stage in the center of what he assumed was an old, repurposed, subway terminal. Mako held his breath as the music hit him, the vibration from the speakers rattling his chest as he stood at the base of the stairs. There was so much stimulus in such a short time, but the thing that caught his attention most, was the scantily clad singer leading the band. More importantly, the white flames that encompassed her revealing clothes.
Mako had caught sight of his target, and she was unexpectedly cute. "Hey! How'd you get down here?" A rough voice cut through Stockpile's trance as a burly gentlemen in a black t-shirt pushed his way towards the hero from the sidelines. "Invite only bub!" Holding his skinny hands up in a surrendering gesture. Mako tried his best to appear harmless and innocent. "Im sorry, my english no good, i hear music. Wanting to see show." He layed on the accent thick. Hopefully the guy would dismiss him and leave him to watch the concert. He'd hate to have to break someones arm this early into the infiltration.
The show had begun, and with what power did Punkette sing! The melodic noise from the band’s instruments and her voice rang out into the underground arena, pleasing joyous fans as they waved their palms and banged their heads to the music. [break][break]
The lead singer in question had a bright grin plastered across her lips as she did sing. Punkette couldn’t describe it, but there was just a certain thrill she felt when a good harmony met an enthusiastic crowd. Sketchy or not, the half angel Vigilante was in her safe place here with all these other music lovers. [break][break]
She had a great stage presence too, managing to dance a bit around the stage as she sang out the chorus like it was a holy gospel; Punkette put her heart and soul into her music, and no one would ever be able to change her passion. [break][break]
The first song concluded. There was a brief silence before an eruptive roar of applause. Punkette bowed and pumped out a peace-sign with her dainty fingers. She grasped her guitar by its neck and ambled away from the stage to take a brief intermission. [break][break]
”Owch. Can’t exert myself too much,” Punkette chuckled to herself as she rubbed the soft skin of her neck. She could project her voice to great lengths, but her lungs and voice box were only human. It would be a shame were she to lose her voice this early on! [break][break]
Boots clacking against the cement of the empty subway floor, Punk briefly saw a glimpse of what she could only assume was a sneaky onlooker who wanted to weave his way into the audience. Even from afar, she could hear snippets of the stranger and the guard’s exchange. [break][break]
She chuckled. [break][break]
”Oi, don’t worry about it!” Punkette exclaimed, walking up to the two. As soon as she stood before them, she placed her hands onto her hips and gave a brief nod, motioning the guard to stand down. ”He can be my guest. It can be hard to get invites sometimes with how quickly my show sells out,” The raven-haired lady scoffed. [break][break]
Punkette moved closer, staring at this boy with curious azure eyes. [break][break]
”Kinda scrawny ain’t’cha?” She asked, raising a dark brow. ”You gotta get some pounds on you, dude. Hey, I’ll treat you to an awesome meal after the show, my treat!” [break][break]
She tried to place an arm around his shoulder. If he let her, Punkette would lead him forward past the crowd and towards the ‘backstage’. [break][break]
”You say your English isn’t so good? That’s alright, I’ll do my best to understand,” The woman giggled good-naturedly, ”So, what’s your name, dude?”
Stockpile's mind was running a dozen directions thinking of a quiet way to deal with this bouncer, when a melodic voice cut through his frantic internal calculations. Glancing over, Mako was surprised to see his mark coming to intercede on his behalf. Half of her words were then immediately lost to him as he took in her appearance from up close. He could be her guest? That was awful kind for a stranger.
As Punk approached and slid an arm around his shoulders, Mako was surprised by the warmth in her smile and words offering to take him to dinner. She was on Aegis watch lists? A brief spot of pink tinging his cheeks at her comments on his diminutive form, Mako glanced down at the way his white sweater and black jeans seemed to hang off of his skeletal frame before nodding and giving a small smile of thanks.
As Punkette led him away from the bewildered bouncer, and towards the back stage area, Mako threw a quick smirk and wink his way before turning his attention back to his new companion. "You're English isnt so good? That ok, I'll try to understand. What's your name?" her voice was light with a good natured humor, and her smile was infectious.
Lowering his voice, Mako made a small apologetic motion with his hands and gave her a mischievous grin before responding with a low voice. "Thank you, but i haven't been wholly truthful. My english is actually fine, i just didnt want to be thrown out by your bouncer. Please forgive my little deception." Smiling and rubbing the back of his head, Stockpile bowed his head apologetically. "my name is Mako T-" he froze momentarily mid introduction, internally panicking. He'd almost given her his real name! "Takahata. Great set, you're very talented." He recovered smoothly. She was surprisingly easy to talk to. Stockpile made a note to watch his words. No matter how easy she was to like, he was on a mission for Aegis, and she was his target.
Punkette grinned from ear to ear as she walked forward, arm tightly wrapped around the shoulder of her newly-made acquaintance. The stingy, close-minded organization that was Aegis could label her whatever they wanted, but at her core, Punkette knew she was a good person. And she strove to treat people as if she were one. The demi-nephalem understood just how hard it could be to be ‘different’ in the age of Aegis and Supers. Sometimes folks just needed a sweet and loving home to keep them company. To make them feel like a person and not some sort of outsider. [break][break]
For a moment, Punk’s blue eyes gazed down at the ground thoughtfully. [break][break]
The rocker herself had been one of these people. If not for her mother’s family, she wouldn’t know where she would be. [break][break]
But Punkette did not enjoy delving into sentimentalities. Upon hearing the words of this skinny boy -- whose English she quickly realized was fluent as could be, the girl smirked and narrowed her eyes cheekily. [break][break]
”Oh, so we’ve got a trickster on our hands here!” The raven-haired girl giggled, punching Mako’s arm jovially but failing to pay much mind to her strength. Hopefully, she didn’t harm him too much in the process. ”Aw shucks, I really appreciate the compliment. The band and I work our very best to give you the best music ever!” She said next, forming rocker devil horns with her left hand. [break][break]
She turned to look at Mako directly, wide-eyed and curious. ”Your name though… You must be Japanese, right? That’s so cool!” Punkette happily chimed. [break][break]
The girl was no better than an excitable schoolgirl as she moved back only to place both of her hands onto her shoulder, shaking him eagerly. [break][break]
”I hear they’ve got some super sick monsters there sometimes! Have you ever seen any? Are they fun? Are they scary? Oh, oh, and I know there’s some sick music there as well! What’s your favorite genre? Do the metalheads there talk about me at all? Could I possibly be world-famous?” Blabbered the Vigilante girl, assaulting Mako with a plethora of questions. She’d heard of Japan and the fun things that happened there, but never had an opportunity to visit herself. [break][break]
”Are you from here? Or did you move from there to here? Oh, and how did you find out about me? Was it through a flyer or a vandalized street sign or did someone tell you by mouth?”
"A trickster? If only you knew." Mako thought passively as she continued steering him away. He hadn't seen the playful hit in the arm coming, and it packed a surprising punch for her slight frame. Holding the tears back, Mako forced an amiable smile as his arm throbbed and she graciously accepted his compliments on the band. However, his step faltered mid stride as she mentioned his name. Had she noticed his slip up earlier? did he screw up that fast? god he was a horrible liar. Glancing over at her slight pause, Stockpile was met with her eyes, wide and excited as they stared at him like he was some kind of awesome new pet.
Stockpile's eyes widened for a brief second as he sensed the excitement bubbling up behind her smile. Then, before he was fully prepared, she exploded on him. Stockpile let out a surprised yelp as she took him by the shoulders and began shaking him back and forth, emphasizing every rapid fire question with another thrash. When she paused for breath, Mako stood there dazed. His eyes rolling in their sockets as he swayed in her grip. "N-nani?" he choked out a confused word, momentarily reverting to his native tongue as his brain tried to recover and catch up on all the questions.
Shaking it off, he smiled apologetically. "No, I'm from Kyoto. I'm just in country visiting a friend from school. He's the one that told me about your concert." Making a vague gesture back towards the crowd, Stockpile shrugged. "He's probably around here somewhere." Rubbing the rapidly increasing stiffness in his neck, Mako pretended to look out into the crowd for a person who did not exist.
Pausing as his brain caught up and reminded him of the rest of the rockers questions. Mako turned and made a big deal of checking to make sure no one was listening before leaning in. "There are quite a few monsters and villains in the larger cities, but there are some pretty strong heroes too. I confess there's a part of me that wishes I could do more to help." Smiling broadly, he gave a wink before laughing, and making a self deprecating motion towards his diminished form. "That sort of thing is probably left to the professionals though."
Punkette listened to ‘Takahata’s’ words intently, an elated smile still spread across her lips. ”Ooh, so a friend told you about me? That’s sick! And sweet of him. Maybe I should send him a specially signed card after the show.” She mentioned. [break][break]
And when her newly-made friend began to speak about monsters that inhabited Japan, Punkette was clearly on the edge of her metaphorical seat, hands clenched excitedly. [break][break]
She pouted though, when Takahata joked about his form. [break][break]
”Oh pssh! Who cares about Heroes and Aegis? They’re just fancy titles for silly dudes in capes who wanna feel better about themselves,” Said the woman, shrugging her shoulders dismissively. ”You don’t need to be a ‘Hero’ to go out and do what’s right. Personally, I think having to register to use powers you were born with in public is a load of bullshit.” [break][break]
And anyone who’d heard of the rockstar’s name would know she felt this way about Aegis. Punkette was quite vocal about her opinions regarding the organization. She was labeled as a radical by many because of it. [break][break]
”You don’t need to look a specific way or have specific powers to be an awesome person,” Said Punkette, turning to look at Takahata with determined blue eyes. She extended an index finger, gently touching his lower right chest -- where his heart presumably lay. [break][break]
”It’s what’s in here, y’know! I just wish Aegis could understand that and leave people like me alone,” She grumbled, rolling her eyes. [break][break]
But those eyes suddenly shot open. The demi-Nephalem had an idea. [break][break]
A wide, wide, grin spread across her mouth devilishly. [break][break]
”You said you friend’s in the crowd, right?” Punkette asked. ”You could totally surprise him by helping me out in my next performance! How would you feel to be a helper on-stage? My next song is gonna have a lot of props. We’re gonna need something to shoot from our cannon at the peak of the song-- you could be it! Trust me, while you’ll be on fire, it will be tooootally safe,” Punkette blabbled once again. [break][break]
”Oi, can someone pass me my sword?” She called out to some of the stage crew members around. One of them quickly shuffled forward, retrieving the bright crimson blade for Punkette. They handed it to her and she grasped it firmly in her right hand. [break][break]
”My flames are completely safe to a guy like you. It doesn’t operate like normal fire.” [break][break]
She turned the weapon upside down and tapped the sword’s tip onto the ground. White-colored flames erupted from Punkette’s feet, and soon coated her body. With her free hand, she offered her friend to take ahold. [break][break]
”I know it might look scary but I’m serious! Touch me, it won’t hurt a bit!” [break][break]
If he chose to brave it out and attempt to do so, upon contact with Punkette’s skin, he’d only feel a warm, almost inviting sensation coursing through his body. [break][break]
