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

“Ah..” Astraea notices the demon in current danger and watches for a moment. Soon enough, she notices a band of mortals who appear as demon hunters. “Surely.. this demon can handle them” unfortunately, she sees he’s in some distress

She sighs, wondering if she should help. “..i suppose, why not” 

Immediately, she jumps in and does a quick introduction before facing the crowd of hunters and letting out a giggle. “This should be fun..” 

Astraea has had one of her violent mood swings and is now a danger to herself and others. She is on the verge of burning out, but needs a small push. 

Normally Nikolai would look the other way, although he'd see something interesting in Astraea, maybe a possible date for tonight. All it would take is a little, purple snake sneaking up on her and sending her to sleep before she can harm anyone else. At the very least it makes a good ice breaker.

And just as he turns around, Nikolai is confronted by the significant other of an old, spurned ex of his. The significant other has a bloodthirsty look in their eye, and they claim they're going to get revenge for their lover by beating the Sin to a pulp.

Ace notices the endangerment of Nikolai from a few feet away and thinks quickly, a lightbulb pops up and runs over to then quickly, he engages into a conversation and a fresh introduction with the ex quickly as if they were eachother from before, fortunately for Nikolai, Ace manages to convince them that they've met before and walks away with the ex, winking at Nikolai afterwards.

Ace afterwards is immediately greeted by a mafia group, accused of being the target they're after but Ace is not the target but is unfortunately accused of being the target and Ace's gun in empty and is unable to convince them otherwise, one wrong move for Ace will result in a bad endings, such as turning his back or running away.

"--!?" Well, shit- this certainly isn't the sort of thing a person runs into every day. Such is his luck though, it seems; the moment he wants to find a quiet, secluded area completely and utterly devoid of people, it seems others had a similar idea... and now, the area isn't as secluded as he would've liked to be. It's too late, though... As much as he wants to try to find a way to help, his consciousness is slipping, and Kyran stumbles, catching the attention of one of the mafia members. Clearly alarmed at the intrusion, a few divert their attention to the unfortunate young man without realizing the danger he himself is in possession of. As soon as a gun is held towards the now doubled-over figure, a single black feather brushes against the shaft, and half the gun clatters harmlessly to the floor, as if some invisible force sliced it in half. Kyran finally straightens, an eerie red blaze lighting his eyes, and an usually calm, yet, while looking entirely amicable, somehow disturbing smile. The shadows behind him twist and distort, before they appear to concentrate and converge onto a single point on his back. They flare out, materializing as a set of black wings, and finally, Kyrhiel speaks. "Gentlemen, gentlemen... Have you not heard the words of the father? He states, 'thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour'." The attention of the mafia group has now shifted towards the strange young man. His gaze shifts towards Ace briefly- disinterestedly, even- before he tilts his head in the direction of a small clearing through the alleyway. He seems to have no intention to go after him until his sins have supposedly 'ripened'.

~*~

Not this again... Almost every time he regains consciousness, he's always in another place, far from where he originally passed out. Why does this keep happening? Kyran groans softly, before attempting to push off the ground with his hand-- only to find that it swipes at empty air. Eyes snapping open in alarm, he slowly turns his head and finds himself suspended over a construction site. His body had been lain upon a metal beam, and upon looking around, he is unable to find a way to come down from his perilous perch of his. "Fffffffffuck..."

Dain is the kind of person who's found out the hard way that it pays to observe one's surroundings. He's out on some trivial errand now, but his gaze flicks from alley to rooftop to corner, watching everything. As he comes to this construction site something catches his eye and he freezes. From this angle he can see a humanoid shape lying on a beam many stories up. Some kind of stunt? Or... is it a trap? Neither explanation makes a lot of sense. How'd the guy even get up there...? Dain's common sense wrestles with his curiosity and the latter wins out. Cursing his own foolhardiness he calls his augments to life-- cyan wings blaze to life from his back; he takes a few running steps and propels himself into the air. Wheeling around to get a better look he can see it's a young man-- one who's looking about as confused with the whole situation as he is.

Against his better judgement Dain closes the distance between them, landing as gently as he can on the opposite end of the beam and dropping to a catlike crouch.

"You... look like you could use a hand." He reaches out to Kyran, giving a tense smile he hopes is comforting but most likely is not. "Can you make it to a kneel? If I can grab you I can fly us down no problem."

You're walking downtown at night and notice some commotion down a dimly-lit sidestreet-- Dain's surrounded by a group of tough looking guys who are threatening to get violent if he doesn't agree to come with them peacefully. They're all armed with energy weapons, guns, knives you name it. Dain's trying to negotiate but doesn't seem to be making things any better for himself...

Ashley is on patrol, as usual. It's nearing midnight and she's considering heading back home, but she hears the sounds of a scuffle emerging from a street. Its only light source is the full moon's rays cascading down upon it and a far-off street lamp that flickers incessantly, so she can barely make out the figures within it, but it's very clear that someone is in trouble. Ashley pulled down her mask on to her face and broke out into a sprint, "Hey! Do you need a hand over there?!" she yells out before her fist connects to the face of the first guy she reaches, with a swift tap on the ground his head smashes into the pavement "One." Ashley counts. Her attention quickly changes to the next thug and in a split second he's in a similar position as his friend "Two", she does the same to another "Three. That's the limit." She mutters to herself, there are another three thugs left, but with a new-found ally, negotiations won't be necessary for Dain.

Ashley is trying to stop a bank robbery, but after immobilising three of the criminals, a fourth she was unaware of leaps out behind her presses a gun to her head...

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@Partriarty to grab your attention since this is being bumped

"BANG." The bullet pierced Magnet Girl's head as she slumped over to the ground, quite apparently dead.

"Heh, good thing I was there, wasn't it?" Melissa said to a second Magnet Girl standing a few feet away from the corpse. "Oh, and don't worry about... that..." she said, motioning to the body. "I replicated you at the last second, that's just a fake," and true to her word, it started to vanish.

"Now, as for that robber," Melissa said, motioning to the robbber, who had several of Melissa's arms growing out of his body, wrapping him up, it's only fair you get the knockout blow!"

Melissa is fighting a huge eldritch beast, already hundreds of her clones have been destroyed. She's not running on fumes or anything, but the beast is killing her clones faster than she can make them.

Hah! I love it! :D

Did someone say 'fast'? No? Well, it doesn't matter, cuz Caffeine's here to save the day! Or rather- was looking for something else and stumbled upon this fighting scene! She watches quietly for a moment, analyzing who's the bad guy here. She has a soft spot for eldritch abominations, but she can quickly see that it's the humanoid looking person the one in trouble. Not that much, though. If she didn't know better, it would seem like a friendly fight. But she knows her eldritch horrors, and it's not a playful body language.

She can also appreciate this girl's ability. Not bad, not bad... It's certainly the kind of thing Caffeine could boost a little, right? It's probably going to tire her out, but no one would mind! Now, the only thing is to actually focus on boosting the right ones- or at least the ones that will last longer. She can keep up with the speed, but she can't guess which duplicate will duplicate again! There is no main one! Well, she'll have to wing it.

Her presence can be felt, enough so that the arm hairs of the ones nearby will stand up a little bit. She quickly approaches Melissa and her duplicates and uses her chemical magic to give them temporary energy. It all happens very fast, and as she's sure she's done, she runs up to the monster to give it a mean charge of electricity right under its weird vestigial head.

It isn't a K.O. or anything, but it dazes and slows the thing down. As it works, Caffeine holds both her thumbs up, feet dangling as she's sitting on the monster's 'neck' and smiling. "WOO HOO!" she yells as a battle cry.

They might just be ok!

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Caffeine's got attacked by a witch hunter recently! She was fast enough to run, but not to dodge all of their attacks. She was hit by a magic-negating scroll and it's stuck to her leg. She can't take it off, and it's starting to affect her wellbeing. She can't run as fast as she'd like to, though her rollerskates still help her, and she's getting tired. "Agh, it's so absurd! How dare one of them attack me! Do they not know that we aren't in the XV century anymore??" she complains as she tries to get the scroll off by shaking her leg, but it won't come off. She's trying to get to the nearest witch town to get help, and she wants to believe she'll get there on time, but at her current speed, she wouldn't know.

It was... a sight.

Kalama wasn't really expecting a woman she could only describe as jagged skate past her with a scroll attached to her leg, but she was pretty sure by the distressed mutterings coming from her that she was probably in trouble. 

"Hey, hold up!" Kalama follows the roller skater as quickly as she can, and by the time she catches up she's already practically dragging the lady down to the ground. She actually does just that, and Kalama speaks before any action can be taken. "Um... aloha?" Without saying another word, she reaches forward and tries to pull of the scroll, thinking it was maybe attached by some sort of glue or tape, but to her shock it practically clung to her skin. "Ohhh okay. Sit still, alright?" She read over the scroll (if there was anything to read at all), and a dangerous idea sparked in her head -- no pun intended.

In an instant, a tiny flame ignites out of the superhero's index finger and thumb, pressed together tightly to act as the match. "Listen, I don't know if this thing is legally binding or anything, but I'm going to need you to slap your leg as quickly as possible once this thing is gone. Hopefully it doesn't kill you. Okay? I'm gonna light this thing up."

Kalama, Hi'iaka rather, has found herself in a rather unlucky situation. It turns out the group of nightly hooligans she tried to stop were part of something much, much bigger... in a short phrase, her hands have gone past the point of numb from the stomps they landed on them and she's unable to summon anything to help her avoid her impending doom. Nobody walks the sidewalks, and even if they were she doubted anyone would call the police - or anyone, for that matter.

Fiji didn't expect he'd be saving a human, but that's what happened. While sulking around in the shadows of the night,  looking for other felines to talk to, he instead found the most weird and scary situation he could be in.

A lady seemed to have glued her hands to the wall by accident, with another human approaching. From the way the approaching human grit their teeth in a nasty grin to the way they handled the crowbar in their hands, it could mean no good.

Finally, Fiji stepped inbetween the lady and the angry human. The attacker seemed to double-take, before proceeding to jeer and mock Fiji. Just hearing that brought back memories of humans throwing hinges at him and kicking him. That was all he needed.

Fiji concentrated. The pipes nearby started to groan and rattled. Soon, water fountains burst and pipes leaked, with the water pooling and lifting up around Fiji. With a loud angry hiss, Fiji leaped forward, the water following him in a jet of superpowered water.

Fiji scratched up the attackers face as water pelted him from every side. Soon, the person managed to throw away Fiji, before retreating. Fiji managed a final burst of water to hit him, knocking him over for a breif moment.

Fiji turned his attention towards the lady. He approached the lady, unsure of how to get her off the wall. "Mew?"

- - - - - - - - - - - - - 

More bad people have found Fiji. Backed into the corner of a tight alleyway, he's terrified and without water to aid him. The thugs approach Fiji, cracking their knuckles and brandishing whips and bottles. Fiji already has marks from boots and a few whip marks. Fiji can't call for help, as no one would hear him mewl.

Confident strides, a proud posture, and topped with a smug smirk, someone would have blindly assumed that the kid with his hands obscured in his pockets was the regular, high school punk--if it wasn’t for the suited men accompanying him. Clad in pristine, black-and-white suits and naturally stoic expressions, the men attended the boy  without complaints nor questions; a lackey with an expensive school backpack slung over his right shoulder, and another holding a stack of two or three textbooks that were probably never even opened to the first page. Needless to say, it was obvious that the heir of the Yakuza was going home after another night of fun. Enjoying the crisp atmosphere of after hours, Mayu grinned broadly and extended his limbs above his head, stretching as bones popped--dancing in a compacted crowd always made him so stiff, the sacrifices of club life~

It wasn’t long before something else snagged Mayu’s immediate attention, a brow quirking in curiosity as snickering and the--what was that? The sound of some whip, or something? “Oi, we’re going this way.” There was no room for argument, not that the suited men would, simply reciprocating with a, ‘yes, sir’ or curt nods as the group advanced to the suspicious resonances. 

What awaited Mayu had taken him aback, a group of low-life thugs huddled around, brandishing makeshift weapons consisting of whips and broken bottles. His expression twisted with something akin to disgust, rolling his eyes at the display--how disgusting, these kinds of people were the worst. The lackeys did nothing to make a move, not without his permission, of course. Mayu should just walk away, this wasn’t his problem, after all--but what would his Father do? Surely, his Father would be proud of him for getting rid of such disgusting creatures from the streets? Not to mention, surely the victim on the end of the thugs would reward him in some way? With a grin, the boy spoke aloud, capturing the attention of the offenders. “Jeez… People like you guys make me sick to my stomach~” The B-Boy smirked smugly, his arms crossing over his svelte chest. “You’re all in my way, so maybe I should show you what happens when you get in the way of the Yakuza~?” That was the cue, the men in suits bringing out pistols from their sides unanimously, and without hesitation, began firing at the feet of the thugs with practiced precision. It was pure chaos, as the opposers started to scramble to get away, only armed with flimsy, man-made weapons that stood no chance to bullets. As they began scrambling out, Mayu’s eyes fluttered down to the… Oddly-shaped cat thing trembling in the corner. “Aw, what?!” He cried incredulously, the bullets in a ceasefire as soon as the thugs fled, awaiting further orders from the B-Boy. “Ugh! A cat?! Why the hell are people bullying cats now?! God, that’s just pathetic!” Great, he just wasted bullets and time on an animal…

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Anger bubbled within Mayu’s bloodstream as his glare unwaveringly lingered at the sadistically grinning expression of the man, exhaustion weighing down on him heavily after the beating that was pummeled into him. The only support keeping his head up was the calloused digits threading into his unruly locks, painfully yanking his cranium up to maintain eye contact with his assaulter. “Not so tough for that Yakuza bastard’s little boy, are ya?” The laughter that aligned this fucker’s intonation was grating, only pissing Mayu off more. 

The lackeys that always accompanied the boy were lying motionless nearby, the group having been ambushed by a violent and infamous gang that had made quite a mark in the city. Typically, the Yakuza and the gang did not interact much, but with this mistake, his Father would wipe everyone in this pathetic group off of existence. It was Mayu’s time to smirk now, and with the bastard’s face this close, it gave the B-Boy the perfect opportunity to spit right on his face, the bloody glob landing on his eye, causing a disgusted hiss to emanate from the man as he scrambled to his feet from his kneeling position. “H-Heh… Just wait until Father finds out, he’ll make sure that you guys absolutely suff--hrkh!!” The Yakuza’s heir was swiftly interrupted with an unrelenting kick to his gut, knocking the wind out of him as he could do nothing to protect himself with his arms and legs bound like this. “Tch! You damned brat! I’ll kill you myself!"

It's been a long while since Grandfather had been wandering around the city in his hometown. It's been years since he left this city to live the rising lifestyle in America, trying to stray away from the dwindling Yakuza that had once gained total control throughout the city. Clearly without their former wakagashira that served the family for centuries (Atticus), they had no chance rivaling with other houses that worked to climb the ladder. Despite that obvious hints of the syndicate were practically everywhere, he felt safe for some reason. No one was there to recognize him anymore. Atticus had waited so long to be able to come back home without anyone recognizing him. Eventually the man lost his way, following crowd after crowd until he found an area that wasn't too familiar with him. There was no disruptions until people began to disperse - woman squealing in fear and everyone else had walked away to pretend none of this had happened. It piqued Grandfather's curiosity - he dearly missed his days as a right-hand man in the life of crime. Perhaps he could use his fists to be able to fight again. 

The closer he made his way, a the number of men laying on the floor increased. Voices were louder and impacts were ringing against his ears. What a fight. He thought, a smile making his way from the corner of his lips.

"I'll kill you myself!"

He heard it, his head turned to a closed alleyway. A young blonde male in distress, surrounded by unfamiliar suited men with their fists laying punches on him. "How unfortunate," he said to himself. He took a few steps forward to walk just behind one of the lackeys. He'd end up bumping into one of their backs, and a chain reaction of each individual turning around to get his attention. "
Who the hell are you?!" One of them screamed. And with an instant, Atticus's large hand gripped the enemy's face, pushing it against the stone wall with such force that he could hear his skull cracking. Surely he was already dead at this point. ...And surely that he knew that everyone else that attacked him would be dead as well - but he wouldn't know that until they attempted to lay punches on this older male. 

Every strike passed, Grandfather would knock them instantly - his large formidable body hasn't changed since he left the Yakuza. Practically every movement they made, were all predicted and easy to ready. Of course, Atticus had served a powerful syndicate for almost a century, he knew what they'd be doing. And he knew how they fought.

"Now now that wasn't a very fun fight," Atticus said, his oxfords pushing against the cranium of a fellow, with the wind knocked out of him and thus falling onto the trashy ground. It wasn't even an hour and almost everyone that demanded a fight was already knocked down with brute strength. A man, practically begging for his life was now muttering that the older male couldn't hear what he had said. His hands scratched up, along with a few bruises and cuts, little stains of blood appeared on his knuckles. He spoke such remarkable Japanese, despite him being of western descent. "How about you leave the boy alone, hm?"

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Atticus was leaving the corporation building, his suit clean and hair fixed. He was in the mood for a nice snack in a nearby bakery or cafe, but he didn't want anyone delivering his requests - he refused every bit of offer and demanded that he'd only wanted to be in the cafe for the peaceful atmosphere he wanted. However, Atticus knew the risks of going out - everytime he'd leave the building it was common for him to be chauffeured practically everywhere to prevent any attempted assassination. Yet Grandfather was tired of being guided around, he didn't care if people came after him. Grandfather was walking down a pavement path, his body practically overshadowing many other citizens around him. The cafe was only two blocks away from his company he owned and cared for. And not even five minutes passed the street lights, he could feel himself being followed and stalked by a supposed assassin tailing him. The president took a longer route, in hope that he wouldn't lose him - but this figure was a persistent fellow. The man could only roll his eyes in annoyance, walking faster and going back into the crowd of people so that it'd be easier to lose him. The gentleman could spot a hooded figure, his face covered and his hands dug deeply into his pockets. He could clearly figure out that his assassin had help a gun, a tool that could harm Grandfather in seconds. Grandfather wondered that if anyone else could notice his hands shuffling in his pockets mysteriously.

Yet he didn't give up, and every attempt he tried, he could feel him getting closer. He the detour he took made his path longer towards his destination, and it was barely passing through a large park - which was an open area for people to hit their targets easier. Grandfather let out a sigh. "What an unfortunate day for me. It'd be nice if I could be left alone for once." "

The assassin got closer, seeming to swerve around people with ease. Not like it would have been a problem. Even if he was slowed down it was easy to find someone as tall as Atticus among the group of people.
He got closer, picking up speed. Inside his hoodie he tightly clutched the handgun. He'd shoot once, maybe twice, then run. Simple in and out job.
He crossed the street, passing through a group of people. A few bumped into him, and though he would've liked to glare at them, he had to keep his eyes on the prize.
Finally. They were at the park, a free space that wasn't so easily surrounded by people. With Atticus clear in sight, the assassin pulled out his-
He blinked, staring at his empty hand. Wh-What? He reached into his hoodie's pocket again. There was nothing there. He pat himself down, finding no gun. No knife. Not even his wallet! H-How?!

"Hey good looking! What's a handsome guy like you doing out all alone?" purred a familiar voice. Already walking besides Atticus was Jackson, a cheeky grin on his face.
"It's a beautiful day out, huh? Not as beautiful as you, of course. Hey, did you know someone was trying to kill you? Lucky you, your knight in shining armor was around to protect you!" he laughed while teasingly elbow him, his other hand spinning the assassin's handgun. He lightly set a hand on Atticus' back and began shifting his direction. "You hungry, Beautiful? I know the perfect place that serves a mean steak! It'll be my treat~"

Just before Jackson could continue wooing his date, he heard a shout aimed at him. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the assassin charging at him. Uh-oh, looks like the guy figured out it was him that stole his weapons, and his target. The guy didn't seem like that big a threat, but he was definitely putting the date in danger!