Welcome to Gaia! ::

The Magnificent Ghosty-Ghost has murdered this post on account of it's grammar.

Neo-blade popped his head up when he heard mayor tino. He had heard he used to be big boss Jr.
"Man I hate that guy, I dont think we can trust him he has betrayed me before. But a hero to frame, we can always put out there. I can start pretending like i went good."
He gave out a little laugh.
"Plus You know I am a murder, I can say I was hired by a hero."

"Where of course alien technology comes into play, if you give me a description of this.....Paragon was it? Give me a description of his abilities and I can supply you with something that will make it seem like he actually committed the murder. A simple task, the only real thing I'll need is to pay this mayor a quick visit."Dresden's technology was more advanced then most of what the galaxy had to offer, where in his usefulness became more applied to greater force. He already was calculating the instrument of use, a simple consumable, once inside it would warp the mayor's probability skills and cause changes in his body to match up with Paragon. So many ways he'd be driven to death, if Paragon used his powers, the mayor would die from them. If he just beat the man up, he'd die in a more horrible fashion than some beating, like falling to his death from a high ledge. Even as Dresden sat on his throne, five blue screens had already began lighting up in front of him as he typed upon the holograms quickly.

"Paragon. A genetically modified human, rewritten to portray the best possible qualities of a human being. Physical capabilities are qvite impressive for the limitation of modification, including the ability to lift approximately half a ton. I can tell chou for sure he's punched me at faster than 107 miles per hour. He can run faster than vorld records, but I've never seen him go over 70 mph. That's not to say he can't, of course. His mental processing capabilities are just as impressive, and his IQ well exceeds 140. He also has regenerative capabilities; enough to render basic physical harm ineffective, although the extents of this are yet to be tested." Panzerschreck paused, scratching his chin and thinking. "Qvite an admirable vork, even if your opinion of humans is... Less than optimistic," he muttered, smirking at the alien. "All ve need to do to lure him in is let it leak to the right people that the mayor is corrupt and involved vith crime... Paragon vill rush to the rescue." Chuckling, he glanced once more at the alien's holograph screens as it typed away.

"......."Meanwhile at the exact same harbor a whistle registered for the attention of the dock hands. The looked up to see a being clad in black, darker than night itself."Who the freak are you?"One of them peaked up a question on the others' minds, most of whom were already grabbing for their firearms. His head tilted in response as he looked to the skies for the answer.

Then he set back down upon them, his gaze long and hard."......"With a quick motion guns were dropped and screams released. Shuriken clung deep to most of the goon's hands as some began to buckle under the pain. He was on the ground not a second later, working over the remaining ones, slicing their weapons and downing them with simple, fast, yet effective taps to their nervous system. Like jello they flopped to the ground in paralyzed states. One was lucky to get away as he ran, or so he thought. He was also knocked out, by an arriving fist.

"Yo, seems your not the talkative type."Dab greeted the fellow hero only to get silence in return. He smacked those who were still up, but with shuriken in their hands out. Such pain was bound to be unpleasant. He looked about to make sure they were all out and then tied them up."So, you got a name?"When he finished he looked up with a question only to be met with himself alone. The man clad in black was gone, only thing left in his wake was the wind. Dab lifted an eyebrow before collecting the shuriken, it seemed a bad idea to leave such dangerous things around.

"Paragon? Honestly? I've been monitoring comrade here as he battled Paragon via my pretty little Chives, and I can assure you that nobody would care if he bit the dust. But I have a better idea."
Stephen pulled a picture of Oreo from his left pocket.
"Oreo. She's a famous hero with bitchy alter egos and the thought that everyone thinks that her imaginary friend Theron is beast. I'd be absolutely pleasured to take her out."
As Stephen smiled, Wrath and his crew watched from an alternate dimension.
"It's all going perfectly to plan..." Wrath said with an invisible smile.

"Excuse me."

The sound of the voice was a chilling, synthesized monotone, and went deeper than any human voice could go. A shimmering figure stepped out from a shadowy corner of the room, and the shimmering stopped to reveal a humanoid figure in what seemed to be a type of futuristic body armor, complete with a helmet and visor that prevented his face from being seen.

"I too monitored what happened. Paragon's mother would surely care if he were to be framed, or killed-- the latter of which is extremely unlikely... and she ripped open a hole in the space-time continuum simply because Dr. Klauskovitch prepared to attack her son while she was there. If she is capable of that... what exactly do you think she is capable of doing to someone who actually attempts to harm her son, let alone make the ultimately futile effort to kill him?"

((Also, to Suit... the battle Chives allegedly saw wasn't a part of any sort of tournament, and, since they went to an alternate dimension, lets just say this happens after they got back?))