The above OC is in danger, what will your OC do?

The ringleader seemed to have an escape plan, as soon several cars drove besides them, all with gunners inside. Even a spotlight shined down on them from a helicopter above, and for a brief second that light was blinding.
By the time Angel could see again, there was another man sitting in the hummer. He had his arms and legs crossed and his eyes closed, looking relaxed considering the circumstances. All of the goons that had previously threatened the hedgehog found themselves restrained, including the ringleader.
"I'm sure you're confident you could take them all out and even the world if it looked at you funny, but exhausting yourself for the sake of showing off won't do," the man finally said. He opened his golden eyes to look into Angel's. "My name's Ark. I think you could be of great use to me," he said with a small smile, his eyes shining.

Ark had never thought of himself as an impatient person, but when your grand plan involved months, possibly years, of social outings to get people on your side, well, it could certainly wear on you. This had to have been the, what, fifth even he participated in this week? And it wasn't even Wednesday. Ark left a hospital after having spoken to all the occupants in it to boost their spirits, immediately ambushed by a crowd of people all wanting his attention and his answers. It was natural. He was the light, so they wanted to know everything about it.
And, of course, you had the assassins.
Ark noticed it a second too slow, a woman with a ski mask on pointing a gun at him. Now, wasn't that interesting?

The woman with the ski mask wasn't just a simple coincidence. Over the week, he had hired her, dialed her up and had a sweet, fulfilling conversation. She had some bones to pick with the bearer of light, disgusted by some of his actions and a survivor to his attempt to demolish her family. Her wife and best friend had been taken away from her, pulled into the cult like circle around him, then erased from the metaphorical map. She hadn't seen them in weeks, not would they answer any of her calls. 

As she positioned herself, a different person stood on a tall, parking lot roof. Multicolored eyes smiled down upon the scenery as he observed the scenario laid out before him. The group of questioners didn't seem to notice anything was amiss, but the subject at hand sure did. By the vague appearance of his body language, it was obvious the white haired individual knew the assassin's position. Though, of course that was the case. Viper's own vision had been that the woman would succeed, their target would be shot and she would be named a hero. 

Which just meant it'd be completely opposite. 

As Kaine's attention finds him leaning on the ledge of concrete blocking a potential fall, his lips rise. Pointed canine teeth hit the sunlight as a flash of a grin expresses outwardly. He's been spotted. Exactly what he wanted. 

"Aww." He speaks, knowing fully well it may not be heard. But perhaps in some way or form, it could be. "Don't look at me like that. Like somewhere, deep down..-" A hand rises to place against the front of his own chest, squeezing a handful of shirt over the left side. "..Your heart is breaking. We both know you're perfectly safe. You can kill her without anyone noticing and when you're done, I'll follow you home. I can sit in your lap and praise you, nurse your broken ego and be a good, loving admirer. See, I'm even here as your audience, watching what power you have to be proud of." 

(I don't know why he has to say the things he does but he really just has to!

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Hero bait. That's what he was after today. Completely having planned a project with several individuals to lure a hero in and bring them to an end, he stands on the ledge of a grocery store's roof, looking down to a gathered crowd with his hands above his head. Fake, yet realistic tears stream from both eyes down his cheeks as he feigns sobs, forcing them out with accurate gurgles and cries. Behind him, several armed men point large, automatic rifles to his back; all their faces hidden away beneath biker helmets. They're silent, even as he speaks out.

"P-Please!" His voice is loud enough to echo the area. "I didn't do anything wrong!! I don't know who any of you are! Someone..p-please call the police!!" 

The crack of a shotgun's shell ripples the air, alerting the bait and his assistants quite clearly that he brought someone's attention. However, his target was clearly not present, it was rather another villain who had grown an interest in the man who kept finding his way into her police-free hospitals in his fighting. Behind her was a small team, a guard of sorts as she calls out "Your bait's weak. Unless you were planning to actually jump, but even then, no attempts to hide or disguise yourself. They'd catch you, but cuff you just as quickly." She lets out a soft sigh, racking the next shot as she continues "Honestly, if you're gonna do something like that, at least give yourself a chance against it. Step down, we can talk about it and compare notes, since as far as I'm concerned, I want them gone as well."

Another dark alley, another dangerous job, but unfortunately a step too far, the doctor panted heavily as she slowly bled out limping a nearly lost leg to the street ahead of her, her injuries too grave to repair by herself as she drops her shotgun, the Atropa, surely hoping to lose the minimal weight of it to make it that last little bit, regardless of how likely she wouldn't make it out.

Seokyeon wasnt meant to be here, he knew that. An off duty officer spotted in the winding dark alleys of these parts was sure to get him in trouble if caught by the wrong kinds of people. He pushes his red hair behind his ear, the roots turning a muted burgundy as his natural colour began to peep back in behind obnoxious cherry locks. The man clicks his tongue, trying to act casual with a cigarette between his teeth and head buries lightly in the collar of a white buttoned up shirt as if he was turning a cheek from the icy cold tunnel of wind that followed the path of the alley.

He knows the smell of blood when it hits him, and for a second he thinks it is his own; someone has shot him, or stabbed him, or he has caught his skin on something and the pain just hasn't sunk in yet. He hesitates, looking a little lost with round doe eyes, before the sound of footsteps alerts him and he jumps, cigarette falling from his lips making him curse, but his attention has locked to the woman limping in his direction. Seokyeon tenses, a hand instinctively moving to the handgun holstered to his hip. "H-hey miss, you ok?" He asks... dumb question... no answer... Makes sense. He doesn't think as he jogs forward, a hand cupping the woman's arm and his other hand rests at her waist. "Miss, Miss you are bleeding Miss!!" He calls out, sounding as calm as he can as his eyes scale down the strangers body and... damn that is a lot of blood. He eases her down, trying to get her to sit on the step of a nearby back door. "I'm an officer, officer Il. Seokyeon, Miss... Shit!" He once again isn't thinking as he begins to unbutton his shirt, eyes steady on the woman's face to check her consciousness, she was loosing a lot of blood and he was rather surprised she hadn't collapsed yet or passed out. He slips his shirt off, balling it up as he presses it to the wound in her leg. In these parts, he wouldn't be surprised if he was helping out some wanted war criminal or drug dealer, he couldn't judge though, if he was to judge those who worked around these parts he would also be judging himself for being affiliated with a couple of them. "Stay calm hun, ain't nothin' bad gonna happen to you... do you need me to call you someone?" 

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It's dark when Seokyeon wakes up, gaze fluttering as he tried to adjust to the light of the room he is in. It is empty, all concrete walls and floors, aside from a locked door at the end of the room. The redhead tries to stand, only to wince as the chains around his ankles graze his skin, the noise of them scratching against the floor making him clench his jaw. As his senses heighten the throbbing pain of a bruise on the back of his head begins to burn and the longer Seok sits, the heavier and louder the white noise in his ear races. "HEY! IS ANYONE THERE?" He yells, his voice echoing back to him but aside from the sound of his own call, there is silence. Where is he? What happened to him? His body hurts so much and yet he cant distinguish a particular part of his body that hurts the most, he knows he is bleeding but he cant determine where from. His entire body feels like it's drowning and he is so so close to blanking out once again. Who was going to find him in a place like this? 

OH DAYMN DUDE I WASNT EXPECTING THAT BUT I HIGHKEY LOVE IT WOWOWOW

my response is a little long so i'll spoiler for scrolling convenience--

Getting shanked did not feel very cool! Though, it wasn't like she was new to this sort of thing. When the going gets tough, the tough get going. And, while she wasn't that tough, she managed to fling herself away from the most immediate danger.

Now, lost in the cliffs, she concerned herself more with how she was going to get home in her current state. The rain roared overhead, numbing her ears, her fingers rendered stiff from the cold.

She slumped beneath an overhanging rock, thinking to herself that, gee, this was a waste of her time, but she did it anyway. She was too tired to walk. In her wounded state, it was better for her to rest and see what she had, unhooking her bag from her shoulders and dropping it on the ground, pausing to look up for a moment. This wasn't really a good hiding place, but she didn't want to walk any longer.

She opened her knapsack and rummaged around for a few moments. Like a dumb bitch, all she had collected to bring with her was wine and a box of fudge... Alcohol was good for injuries, wasn't it?

Not wine. Definitely not wine.

But, she was stupid. She unlatched the plated armor around her lower torso, and then pulled up her tunic. She stared at the wound sliced between her ribs, a blank stare upon her face. The site glistened red with blood. And she poured the wine over it. And she fucking screeched.

She could have drank that wine and chilled out a little bit.

Nyra jumps from a connecton portal and grabs Diluvi. Even if she can't fly her jumps are still effective. They run away and recover a bit from the experience. They return to the battlefield and then beat the Darkside heartless with ease. Looks like Diluvi didn't sleep enough for her previous battle. Nyra now has to go away, the connection between the worlds is breaking, she may get trapped in there if she doesn't. They say goodbye to each other and Nyra fades away entering the portal

Nyra started thinking about what just happened. She isn't supposed to be able to travel through worlds. She started believing that this thing was a cardinal blessing to help someone. She got distracted and accidentally went into another dimension. She looked around, now she was in a desert. Now how will she return to her home in Tucruitora? "HELP!" she screamed, but no one seemed to notice her...

"What the hell is with all this screaming? Its the damn desert!" Babe said before using his teleportation ability to find the source of the noise. "I hate this job the more the centuries pass..." Finally, Babe teleported in front of Nyra and began his well-practised speech that he hated oh, so much, "O lost lamb! By fate you have encountered the Lord of the West, the spirit who will lead you back to where you belong! blehh..."

After a brief explanation from Nyra, Babe sighed, exasperated, "Look, it may be hard to tell, but I'm not a help-desk for intergalactic rat-dogs. If you want to get back to Tucruitora, I'll send you over to someone else with the power to help with that. Now get out of my hair; I should be helping ducklings stuck in storm drains or something..."

With a few magical words, Nyra was transported to a more powerful, and more forthcoming being.

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"H-HEY, HEY, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!?" Babe yelled, surrounded by several, less animated bananas. "This is cruel even by my standards! Why am I in the produce section of a supermarket? Why can't I move or teleport away?? This is a horrible joke that needs to stop IMMEDIATELY!" Babe broke into a cold sweat when he felt a hand grab and pick him up. "NO, I'M NOT FOR MORTAL CONSUMPTION! Someone, HELP!!"

Cheetah Princess ran towards Babe when she heard its distress cries. She quickly slaps the person's wrist, that was grabbing them. "Please! Let that critter go! Can't you see it's a live!?" The person freaked out, drops Babe. But the princess's fast reflex catches it mid-air before it hit the floor. She gently holds the Lord of the West in her arms and petted them. "There there. You're safe now friend. Awwee... you poor thing. You were so frightened. It almost broke my heart hearing your cries for help. I know how that's like, to feel so scared and helpless." She lifts the deity up to her face, pets its tiny little head with her index finger, and giggles. "You are the cutest and most strange critter I have ever met!"

She eventually made her way out of the market and into a wooded area. "This looks like a cozy area for you." She sets Babe by a shaded area near a beautiful patch of wild flowers. "You'll be safe here." And gives Babe a quick peck on its tiny head before setting it down carefully on the grass.

As usual, Cheetah Princess loved to make her way to the city to observe the humans at a far away town. However this time her journey was cut short because she was caught and taken by a gang of bandits! They locked her up in a cell and was going to sell her the next morning. She had been sobbing all night in the cold dreaded cell. Feeling helpless and all alone.

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(SDKFJL DKSF! *UGLY CRIES* I thought I never see the day!! NV I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! These are tears of happiness! *smooshes them together and ties a rope around them*)

NV stood on a rocky hill a distance away from the facility that held the princess. She was a ditzy one, so naive and trusting. The way she got kidnapped was familiar to the first time they met. And even then, she never harbored hostility towards them, not even anger. She never looked at them with disgust or pity, never treated them like a beast. Just... kindness. Their feelings towards her were conflicting, and ones Envy aggressively demanded they not dwell on, but they wouldn't allow her to be sold like cattle and be harmed.
A distant crow could be heard, and in less than a minute a green vulture landed on NV's arm. How many thugs were there, their walking routines, the vulture memorized it all. And so did NV.
They dashed down the hallways and dodged the thugs until they came across a room they could hear sobs coming from. Even in despair did she have a beautiful voice. They kicked the door open and held a hand out to her. "I'll get you out of here," they promised. And they would, whether it was without being noticed, or by taking each one of their faces.

"FREAK!"
NV stopped in their tracks and turned to the side to see a few young teens surrounding them, each one holding up a phone to record their unusual attire. The teens laughed and continued to make fun of them, one even getting close and trying to tug off their wraps. It seems they wouldn't leave them alone, not when they could get internet fame posting videos and pictures of them around.

And she was to be stuck with this man. Granted, Noel was feeling decent today. He wasn't drunk, he wasn't too tired, and the rat slept so soundly that, maybe, things were finally right in the world. Until he got home, that is, because he knew what awaited him, but he had time to walk, to shop. He did so with his back straight and his head held high, the corners of his mouth twisted into an ordinary scowl. It deepened as the person in front of him began to slow. He thought of snapping at the stranger and then weaving around them like the asshole he was, but then they began sliding towards a nearby bench. He huffed as he passed by them now, shifting down to glare at the ma--

Oh, wait, that actually didn't look like a guy. His steps became hesitant as he started to pass the bench, but then he turned around and started for Aiko. He decided against leaving her alone. What kind of man would he be if he just left her there crying? Alone? In public? He swallowed the awkwardness of the situation and eased himself into the seat next to Aiko.

She reminded him of his daughter. What a terrifying thought. It hurt a bit, but it didn't keep him from reaching a hand out to take her forearm, by some prayer that this would be different. His other hand rested on her shoulder, arm draped over her back. He normally wouldn't grab at a stranger like this, but he liked to think that this was a special occasion, and would only happen once. How else would he get her off the streets?

"Dear," he began softly, looking at whatever part of Aiko's bloodless face that he could see, "You look like... you should be at home." Wow. "I can take you inside. Anywhere but this..." He ran his thumb over her wrist. "I think it'd be embarrassing to sit out here." He forced a laugh. Very helpful.

Without waiting for a response, he began tugging on her. Again, very helpful. "Come on." he sighed, "Up. Get up, sweet girl. There should be... a bakery here, somewhere. A patisserie. Do you like cake? I can... buy you a cake... Or a cookie."

Noel hadn't been feeling well the past week. He knew what was happening, but he denied it all he could. Haratel didn't have doctors. Not doctors who actually knew what they were doing, anyway. They lost the only one who did months ago.

He breathed loudly, quickly, his body slumped. He trudged through the forest, each step dragging. He could see his home in the distance, though it was some ways up the cliff, and the journey would take another ten minutes on foot. He wished he had taken his horse with him that morning. It would have saved him the trouble of walking when his body began to feel sore and heavy, and when he became disoriented in the middle of his work, patrolling the perimeter of the mountain and tending to security measures.

It still hurt. The wound in his gut had been cleaned and stitched, but it ached, still. Rest sounded better than continuing on in his feverish state, as he stumbled towards a line of trees and slumped down against the trunk of a tall conifer.

A lot of things sounded good right now. Drinking, sleeping, eating. Perhaps Maribelle was outside, but he knew it wasn't likely for her to hear him. So, he stayed. He remained underneath the tree, staring with half-closed eyes at the pine needles at his feet.

Zoorh was rather far from her ship. A journal in hand and an ink covered claw writing items down. That is until a large herd of Triceratops started to stampede toward her. The alien immediately began to panic. Grabbing her plasma gun and firing into the sky to get them to turn. The anteater-like alien saw them turn and visibly relaxed.

However her work wasn't done yet.

The Mabwas heard a bray from one of them fighting back. Blood was gushing down their leg, and Zoorh honestly felt bad? She didn't like watching things die. Though nature is brutal. Zoorh had to act fast if she were to save the female three horn. The alien hesitantly aimed her gun toward one of the predators. Sadly, she didn't take the shot. She instead lowered her gun and hightailed it out of thereShe knew if she were to help, she may die as well from the predator. Plus, there was no guarantee the animal would live from that wound.

 Well shit. Zoorh was losing altitude, and fast. Panic in her eyes, she kept radioing for help. 

"Mayday! Mayday! I'm about to hit the ground! Calling for help in---" CRASH! In a almost beautiful, fiery explosion, Zoorh crash landed into the sand. Parts scattered across the desert, including Zoorh. Surprisingly only minor injuries and a few broken bones. Seat belts and helmets do wonders. Though getting through the wreckage would be hard. Not to mention she was unconscious.

Kiushhu was alerted to the horrific explosion down by the scorching desert, quickly pushing themselves up to rush towards the terrible wreckage. Eye darting around through their mask, the warrior called out to see if anyone required their immediate attention.

"Hello? What happened out here?" They called out, only receiving the echo of their own voice in return.

If anyone was still out here, they were either dead or not conscious, and so Kiushhu quickly gathered themselves up and began chucking pieces of wreckage out of their way with their robotic limb, peering around for any sight of life. Upon seeing Zoorh's form, the uberhero wasn't sure if she was alive at first, but upon seeing the movement in the mabwas' chest, they let out a sigh of relief. Shuffling through the wreckage blocking her carefully, Kiushhu pulled Zoorh away from the scalding fires and towards a safer location. They may not be able to give any medical attention themselves, but once she was awake they could rush off to the tribe and find help there.

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This...was bad. Though they had worked hard and chased off their incredibly dangerous rival, the uberhero was very worse off for ware, almost moreso than Doransui had been when she left. Chest heaving, Kiushhu removed their weapon, pressing their gloved hand against one of the still hot burns on their body.

It wasn't good, and they were feeling the adrenaline wearing fast. They would live, but there may be consequences to their health longterm if they don't find help. With a cough, they let down their pride and called out.

"Is anyone out there? I'm requesting back up!"

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(I'm love ur interactions with my little baby sm ;-;)

Kiushhu gasped slightly when they were grabbed, wincing from the slight pain that coursed through their body. They half coughed, realizing that Peony had come to their aid. Shaking their head, they mumbled.

"It...doesn't matter right now. Things like this happen when you are a warrior," They winced again, "I think, getting back to the tribe I am allied with is more important, miss Peony."

They were very thankful it had been the demonness that had come to help. A stranger may have simply left the uberhero.