City of Heroes
Birth of the Brotherhood
Disclaimer: If I owned City of Heroes, it'd been made into a crappy Japanese anime where all the men had secret yearnings to become females and vice versa, there fore sinking the entire idea and killing all sense of it. Much like Elton John flipping through Hustler, it wouldn't make since. So in other words.. I don't own it!
Mini-Issue #2: Blade of Honor 1 of 2
Mashiro Tanaka had always thought himself exceptional with the katana. It had been a family heirloom from nearly four hundred years ago. However he had no idea as to why. With any other sword or weapon he'd done poorly and was down right clumsy. Except for when he weilded the family sword, then he became the picture of honed perfection. Movement with grace and control.
It all drastically changed when he recieved his inheritance from Japan. His father's favorite samurai armor that had also belonged to the same ancestor that owned the katana. The moment he'd tried it on was a moment that had changed his life forever.
He was faster, quicker to react, and any injury he got would heal much faster then before. His katana had also changed, it had gone from being quite the normal blade to having the ability to hew stone with ease. From that day there was only one thing he could do. Take his new powers and serve the innocents of Kings Row as the Blue Samurai!
Another gift that Mashiro enjoyed was the mystical flying nimbus that he could summon into a swirling saphire colored cloud around his feet, enabling him to take to the skies.
It was serving him well at this very moment, allowing him to stay a moving target as the stocky man below continually fired at him with two sub-machine guns. He was Russian, barely clearing the five foot and a half mark with military cut blonde hair. His eyes were a cool baby blue, and would have been quite warm it they weren't his. Instead they were displaying nothing but disgust for the flying samurai. This man was Jack Culane, known in the underworld as a top rank mercenary for when you needed someone killed with no questions asked.
"Stay still you damn coward!" Jack yelled, trailing after Blue Samurai. His anger was getting the better of him, if Blue Samurai remembered correctly the man should be running out of ammunition by now. That guess had been correct as seconds later the weapons suddenly clicked, Jack glared at them as if they were against him as well. That cost him.
A sudden yellow blur had come zipping up the streets, right at Jack Culane and stopped right in front of him, greeting the mercenary in the form of a punch that sent him flying into a wall. Jack stumbled, only to get hit in the back of his head with Blue Samurai's hilt, knocking the criminal out.
Blue Samurai heaved a sigh of relief before looking to Breakneck. This, as previously stated in a past issue is not Cyrus Thompson, the original. So he would really be called Breakneck 2, though the name without the numeric symbol would do just fine. "You sure did take your time getting here. Where were you? On the other side of Paragon?"
"Watching my favorite show if you really want to know.." Breakneck replied while leaning down to properly disarm Jack while he was still out. "Tina found out that her evil twin was actually her brother. Real heartbreaker."
Blue Samurai just blinked, not sure how to respond or what to say to his newest ally. Perhaps it was for the best, Breakneck did indulge in some odd television viewing, or so Blue Samurai believed. They had become partners, but only in the sense that they would oblige one another without any problems. Anything beyond that was simply not there.
"Hey.. look over there." Breakneck suddenly said, breaking the monotone of the victory and pointing down the street. There, at the junction to Cape Street stood another man in cold black futuristic armor with a massive golden sword resting across the entirity of his shoulders. His gaunt expression was played off well by his long filthy grey hair. The stranger's eyes were a different matter. Hollow, lifeless, and yet one could see a rage burning in them as his eyes fell upon Blue Samurai.
The stranger began an almost casual walk towards them, gingerly hoisting his massive six foot claymore off his shoulders and into both hands. "I'm here for you boy.. you have the armor of my most hated foe. For nearly a century I have scoured the world for it so that I could finally destroy it."
Blue Samurai was at a loss for words yet again. However, Breakneck spoke for him. "Sorry old man, but whoever you are the armor is staying with my friend here."
A gruff laugh came from the stranger. "Old man, is it? I had a name before I donned this armor, but it no longer matters." Slowly the golden claymore was lifted high above the head of grey hair, gathering power in the blink of an eye. "For now I am the bane of Tanaka's bloodline, I am DEVIL BLADE!"
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Author's Note
Oooo spooky. Thought I'd go ahead and break up The Awakening with this bit of mini-ness since I may need to take a bit to finish up part three. Anyway, good day!