[Nicholas Acker Villin]

Villin hated this. Every single freaking year he had to volunteer for this open lecture. His family was invested in the local community and charity and this open lecture was part of it. Unfortunately he was a Villin, so he had to participate in these things. He couldn't admit to himself that a part of him felt grateful to his family for paying his studies, especially because he had paid every single cent back even though his family didn't want him to. He saw this open lecture as part of his duties for being a Villin.

Villin was well-known in his field which was Robotics Engineering, so the university kept asking him to do this lecture every year instead of another Villin. It was an open lecture, so everyone could come in and listen or ask questions. There were students searching for other subjects or a change, parents, future students, even random people who wanted to experience an university lecture for a reason or another.

But Villin was selfish, so he couldn't just be here without personal gain otherwise it would have been just a waste of time. He was professionally taking care of the lecture, but he was using his inventions to do it in order to get business. It worked, he always got new clients out of this lecture.

The lecture had been going for awhile, he was lecturing about Robotics Engineering with his device as practical visualisation. The robotic machine looked like a white ball that was floating by itself next to him. It had a round green eye in the middle, it looked like a pocket ball, Nintendo was probably going to barge in to sue him.

You know how people wished for bad people not to be successful, well they should wish harder. The classroom was full, people interested to witness a unique piece of technology, after all floating wasn't something that common science could do. The ball had other features, but most of them weren't safe.

However, one of the safe features was scanning. Something that looked like little dots appeared on the ball from which red beams of light came out while the ball was slowly rotating around itself. Then the beams of light disappeared for a second and the next second blue light beams appeared, but this time the lights were being used to show an accurate holographic representation of the scanning.

Villin was standing between the desk and the audience, the white pocket ball floating next to him. He opened his hand and the device obediently rested on it, the beams turned off. People started asking questions, even very technical ones to which Villin was skilfully answering.

Some people must be thinking that there was something more going on, after all the type of technology Villin was capable of was too advanced, but powerless humans weren't aware of Gifted so people just believed that he was talented, but there were others who knew better. He wasn't worried about it, after all he needed to use his technology.

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The large 'rounded' frame, or what the kids call 'dad-bod' something other, of sheriff Waylon Ellis paced along the back of the large collection of people. People of different ages were there, positions in life, some were tech guru's, and some people had time to kill. The sheriff's reason? Well he's the law, the very limited enforcement he has of the law, but none the less it made folks calm.

Nothing happened in this place anyways. Waylon was just the face: cop mustache, very plain cool uniform, and a badass Bronco with official SC SHERIFF decals. He wasn't the type to know, much less pretend to know what the hell was being said. Robots. Something else about T600's and cyborgs...were auto implied words Waylon interjected so it was simple.

But then a microphone was shoved into his face, 'ask a question,' and instantly he just said what came to mind, "When will we be able to close out youtube videos so we can just listen to the music?" he was the only one to really chuckle at his own joke, he was grinning awkwardly and pink in the cheeks. He thought about the battering assault his daughter would give him later for being so...'Dad like'...she wouldn't even...

[Nicholas Acker Villin]

No one was forced to ask questions, in fact the less questions the better because it meant that he could get out of there. Sure, he liked the attention, but he detested the reason why he was there meaning his family and charity. The mic-guy must have mistakenly thought that the Sheriff wanted to ask a question. The mic-guy seemed to shrink when Acker sent him a death stare. The mic-guy stepped back in fear that the doctor could kill him just with a glance, for all the mic-guy knew it could be one of the pocket ball's features.

The death stare moved to the Sheriff when he chuckled to his own joke. Acker let the silence take over for a few moments before answering "Youtube Vanced" the sarcasm was hidden behind the annoyance and a hint of anger because that stupid question had prolonged this event even longer.

Acker opened his mouth to ask if there were any more questions, although it was just an excuse to tell everyone that this lecture was over. But, his didn't speak a word because his eyes noticed a face he had seen before. A hunter who had almost killed him and then who Acker had almost killed in retaliation. Acker had recognised the scar on the hunter's cheek, that scar was there because of Acker.

Acker was staring at this hunter in the audience, his hand instinctively tightening around the pocket ball. People were looking at each other wondering what was going on.

Suddenly, the hunter rose her hand and waited until the mic-guy arrived, Villin couldn't stop it because it was just a person asking a question to the others and he had to answer questions "Dr. Villin is a..." there was a loud gasp from the audience when Villin threw the pocket ball in the hunter's mouth to shut her up. He knew what she wanted to say, she wanted to reveal that he was a Gifted. It was not going to happen.

@waylon

//thank you for making me laugh with that question lol oh the hunter is an npc so you can move her too, hunters want to kill Acker just an fyi xD oh also i don't want his gifted status to be out so the hunter can't reveal it thanks : )//

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Anyone could have cut the tension with a knife, when Waylon watched the mic-guy retreat from the death glare the sheriff seemed to suddenly be busy with a phone call. Whatever he needed to do to avoid that same glare. However the gasping and such from the crowd seemed to draw his attention, he only saw the last minute ball in mouth action which was odd. Being the diligent law man he put his phone away and began to approach the woman who was fighting with the ball thing.

"Miss...um..is everything okay?" Waylon called out hands out so they could see he wasn't trying to be funny or okay hero, shit he was in his uniform, "I'm sher-," he didn't get to finish his sentence when he saw the woman turn producing..."everyone please vacate...haha that's cu-" were perhaps his last infamous words, but he still hadn't went for the firearm at his side, she had however aimed her little cricket sized gun and before he knew it she whispered, "sorry sheriff this will hurt...avada sk'doosh."

A green glare of light blasted toward Waylon and before he could respond he was blown back off of his feet, crashing through chairs and people. Papers fogged up the scene as they flew everywhere. Bystanders were screaming and panic shuffling to the nearest escape exits.

Waylon for a big guy couldn't have braced himself for that...bullshit...all he could do was brace for impact and even that hurt like a mother...

Everything went dark when the chair smashed across the bridge of his nose... But something else seemed to stir as the body of sheriff Waylon Ellis lay under rubble unconscious.

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[Nicholas Acker Villin]

Acker wanted to use the sleeping gas feature of the pocket ball, but the Sheriff had to interfere. The rest happened all so fast. Acker barely managed to dodge the body of the Sheriff being propelled by the Hunter's weapon. He didn't even check if the Sheriff was okay, he didn't care because frankly he had other stuff to worry about. Like saving his own life.

Everyone was running away, an alarm was roaring, it was loud and annoying. A voice on the PA system reminded to calmly exit the building which no one was listening to. The pocket ball was floating next to him and Acker put his black glasses back on. No, it wasn't to give himself a tone, it was for practical reasons.

Acker exited the round auditorium and he was in the hallway when two people next to him fell unconscious on the ground. Acker turned around and saw the Hunter with her gun. Apparently, she didn't care about collateral damage which Acker respected "Behind you" was all Acker said before disappearing into the crowd.

Behind the Hunter there was the pocket ball which the Hunter tried to shoot, but the pocket ball just kept dodging with the precision that only a machine could have. Meanwhile, there was more collateral damage.

@waylon

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Waylon was out. No. He was Angry. In fact the trigger had been unwillingly pulled the moment little girlie aimed her little trinket, the Anger DID. NOT. LIKE. BEING. POINTED. AT. WITH. A. GUN.

The changing had began as the debris settled, the people trapped in it knocked out his identity would remain a secret. Hopefully. Anger cared not. The once pasty pale skin of Waylon had started to fade into a deep gray, the painful grunts of Waylon's vocal cords dropped to a gutteral moan. The uniform around him ripped to shreds as the dad bod was replaced with rippling muscles, literally from head to toe seemed to be bulky muscles. Anger stood the only article of clothing left was a very resilient pair of black boxers with red kiss lips.

Brown hair, black a night. His eyes were glowing, white. He wore a scowl. Then he yelled loudly! The walls shuddered, windows shattered, and people panicked more. He tore off, shoulder lowered as he blasted through the wall of the lecture room into the hall way on the other side. The wall buckled like a bag of wool. People screamed. Glowing eyes looking for girlie.

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[Nicholas Acker Villin]

Acker's attention was caught by Hulk's twin smashing through the wall. He had even forgotten about girlie, he had stopped caring about the hunter the moment his eyes fell on the Gifted. Because it had to be a Gifted, unless the fauna around town was wilder than it seemed.

Hulk had come from the classroom, meaning that it had to be one of those people there, unfortunately going back to check wouldn't have mattered because he didn't have...oh wait, he did. He had scanned the room. But, he couldn't check now, he had other matters to attend to at the moment.

The hunter had started shooting Hulk "Oh no, he's mine!" he had guessed the Gifted's gender with a glance at the picturesque boxers. He was interested in Gifted, he wanted to study them. He wanted to try getting some blood at least, from a cut for example, and a hair sample too as a start.

Acker wanted to let Hulk and the girlie bicker to make sure that Hulk's attention was on someone else instead of him. Acker sent a quick message while the hunter kept shooting at the Gifted. Meanwhile the pocket ball, not called pokeball for Nintendo reasons, floated behind Hulk's head where the hair was. A metal attachment came out from the ball which could grab things, although small considering the pocket balls' dimension, but big enough to grab some hair. The pocket ball kept steady behind the head, trying to grab a hair sample.

@waylon

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Anger did not like girlie or her pointing guns at him. It was rude. She had that same little gun but this time when she fired at him the little jet of green pulsation only inched the Anger back, grey lips turned up to a smile, "guys...," she was speaking but not at Anger, a tug of hair on the back of his head pissed him off, a large hand went to smack at the back of his head to crush...to destroy...little bugs or whatever.

"we got another target in here! big and mean I need backup!" the girlies name was Natasha Killroy and she was part of a group of Hunters known as 'The Guy Corporation', something like a private military working under the guise of robotics and engineering...dashed with a hippie mindset...peace blah blah.

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[Nicholas Acker Villin]

Natasha's colleagues informed her that they were en route, eta two minutes. Acker was focused on the pocket ball which diligently dodged Hulk's hand and quickly floated back to Acker. Considering that the pocket ball was a machine its reflexes were more advanced than normal reflexes. Acker had a plastic bag, that looked like an evidence bag, in which the pocket ball let the hair fall into then Acker sealed the bag and put it back in his jacket's pocket.

What? Yes, he had at least one evidence bag on him, you never knew when it was needed like right now. Acker also needed an apposite container for the blood, if he could even get the blood "Labs...where are the labs?" he murmured to himself while looking around. He was looking around surrounded by people running away scared.

Acker was in mad scientist mode so he wasn't paying attention to Natasha, huge mistake. He felt the pocket ball getting the hit for him behind his back. Natasha had shot him and the pocket ball had taken the hit for him. If this was a movie there would be violins playing a mournful sonata.

Acker moved his gaze from his dead robot to Natasha, but she shot at him again. Acker didn't waste any second this time around and used the crowd as a shield while waltzing among the people to get distance from the Hunter "Natasha...he is willing his robots to his position, we have visual, some of us have to stay behind to deal with them, but backup should be there" only a few of them arrived while the others were dealing with Acker's robotic machines.

Zeus and Apollo were around the university's premises waiting for their owner, but they started running towards Acker's location after hearing his calling. His guard dogs looked like Dobermans, they even behaved like real dogs, but in reality they were robots.

@waylon

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three days ago...

Topher was in a small diner bathroom, almost ninety miles outside of Los Eurosia, the doors locked and so were the ones in the stall to which he was currently standing in. Yes standing. He had a heavy black boot "resting" on the back of a semi-large man whose face was down in the toilet. He was fighting, fighting hard, so Topher let his foot up a bit so the man could remove his face from the toilet.

"You uh going to talk Carl?"

"Fu-," Carl argued between gagging up water and fighting to breath but he wouldn't get the rest of his pleasant rebuttal out before Topher forced him down again.

"You wanted work done Carl, I did my work and I want my money, the fucking guy wants his money man!"

He felt the buzz of his phone in his pocket, "sorry pal, let me make this quick," he extracted the phone, unknown caller, and hit the little green button, when he spoke his voice was different. It was deeper and raspier, "what do you want?"


'hey brother, crazy big brother of mine, I got a job in your neck of the woods.

yeah? who?

can't tell you, The Guy says it's big. i just need the back up Killjoy.

"You'll have it agent."

He ended the call. Topher stood there a minute disoriented, "shit!"

Carl wasn't moving. But Topher was, back home. Waiting on sissy.

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present day just before backup was called....

He sat in a old Lincoln town car, he wasn't exactly smoking a legal cigarette, but he was definitely talking to himself. A big conversation actually and even though his mouth moved Topher was straight staring at the glove box. Totally dissociative of the world around him.

"Let me handle this if it goes south today Topher," the first voice sounded like a high grit sandpaper, almost Caponish. He sounded eager and thirsty at the same time.

'i say what them said, don't get hurt mister topher,' quickly from the first voice now spoke the second, a child like voice. A gritty laughter bordering affection eminated almost unnaturally, "Max you both will be very safe."

He bolted up when the voice of his sister came through, "shit, right cherry on my way," tossing his cigarette out the window Topher pulled down his black mask and donned a very 70s detective hat...he paused and suddenly as if by cellular division three exact copies stepped out of Topher one at a time. They turned and looked at him:

"Go ya twats!"

He could control them with his mind from here, he didn't need the Killjoy, that was his monkier anyway. The three copies took off toward the now growing sounds and.....yelling....windows shattered.

shit.

The copies dashed through the exiting crowd just as...dogs bolted past him.... Follow the dogs he echoed demands.

@waylon

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Anger was the first thing to come across the three duplicates, it hurt his brain to see three things perfectly matched. Gray glowing eyes bounced between the things and when they wouldn't move he growled at them, "MOVE!" the single word sounded primal and savage.

A voice hollow and choking spoke from the middle clone, "stand aside asshole."

Anger repeated the word and it was for a brief moment but both brains, Waylon's and Angers, connected the word and what it meant. Anger no liked the word and with a single cock back he punched the thing. It went soaring into the girlie. That was when both figures attacked the Anger. They were pretty fast which forced Anger on the defensive. The other clone was standing back up, it's left arm was bent in a horrific shape but these things seemed to take a beating.

"Screw robo lord, that thing is the new target! It will level this place and we need to control it, protocol 86," Natasha yelled at the clone, her grey eyes flashed once more in the direction of the original target... Lost... In the crowd... Next time. Next time, she thought.

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@topher

[Nicholas Acker Villin]

Acker used Hulk as distraction so that he could have time to check the labs. It looked really odd, Acker calmly checking the directions for the labs while surrounded by people screaming and running. 

Acker was wearing his glasses so he could connect to the University's security cameras. He could see the backup focusing their forces on Hulk. He also could see clones, for lack of a better term. He observed them dealing with Hulk while walking into the lab, someone had left the door open in the rush.  Acker felt his power connect to the lab's camera, he willed it to stop recording, so the camera turned off. Acker stood in the middle of the lab while looking around "Ah! Over there!" the dogs entered the lab while Acker was collecting what he needed.

The dogs barked for Acker's attention "What is it boys?" There was a shoulder bag on a chair in which he put the things he had collected "No matter, we have to go back anyway" Acker wore the shoulder bag while looking at his phone to check on the robots eta. Some of the robots were still behind, but some drones were reaching his position. By the time Acker went back to Hulk's position, few drones were floating behind him, the drones were round and didn't look like common drones. 

"Two items in our agenda: vengeance for our brother killed in action..." he meant the pocket ball "...and collecting a blood sample" he had different drones for different occasions, drones for fighting and drones for examination "Stealth mode, all eyes are on him already" the drone's surface became invisible, or better, it deflected the light. A stealth technology like that already existed although it was in its infancy, instead Acker had managed to improve it thanks to his power.  

The examination drone, in stealth mode, floated towards Hulk, trying to get a blood sample. Meanwhile, Acker was behind a corner, his guard dogs at his sides, the other drones floating around him. He was there, all wearing black with a white flowery shoulder bag. Acker wasn't really interested in the fight, he was more interested in the specimen.

@topher

@waylon

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Topher had followed the dogs, but under his mask wide eyes landed on the big bulky fella rampaging with his clones. Natasha was pushing one of the clones off her, "use the pulse charges, fry it all and let's get the hell out of here," she was on her feet again tossing her broken gun and producing three little silver balls.

One of the clones had fallen under the crushing hand of the big monster, it's substance crawling back to the real Topher. He instantly produced that copy again before pulling his own single little silver ball. The rest of the agents had all done the same and as quickly as they were drawn they were thrown in the direction of the beast and the electronics. A pink pulse of electricity it's intentions were to fry the machines and escape..

@waylon
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The clones fell like putty against Anger, he enjoyed it, they were endless punching bags and he loved the infliction of pain he could deliver... And they come right back.

Though he couldn't see the little robot things and though they pinched and prodded at him like bugs biting they wouldn't penetrate his tough skin.

Nothing these people were hurting Anger until the pink wave of electrocution rippled through his body, his eyes, and teeth.

He did not likey.

It was a brief moment of pain but it intensified the anger within Anger himself, he slammed fists down on the clones crushing the other two. Eyes on girlie as he leaped forward with a shattering yell landing inches in front of her and snatching her up, he brought her to his face, she looked so very small compared to him. Her eyes were begging...

...looking up he suddenly decided he was leaving, he punched through the ceiling one... Two... Jump punch three... And on the third jump he tore through the ceiling of the hallway, climbing to the roof. The cool wind seemed to edge some of that anger but girlie instantly pissed him off when she produced a real pistol and fired three shots at him... Instinct brought his other arm up to protect his face and the bullets just bounced off of him... To her horror she was out of options and Anger was out of patience so he launched her back through the hole in which he climbed out of...

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@topher

[Nicholas Acker Villin]

If Acker had had popcorns he would have eaten them while watching the fight. This was a great live show. Hey, his glasses were recording and were connected to the uni's cameras, so if he wanted to he could have live streamed the fight for money. Of course he didn't, but the thought had passed his mind. He would have made lots of money too, especially after Hulk tore a hole open in the ceiling.

"I hope it hurt" Acker murmured while looking at Natasha falling down and crashing into the floor. She was probably dead. A win for him and vengeance for the pocket ball. The stealth drone had gone up with Hulk and Acker was seeing what the drone was seeing "The bullets just bounced off...the drone has a steel needle, but it would just bounce off like those bullets...how can I make you bleed? What's your kryptonite? Mhh...wrong superhero" tranquillizers darts wouldn't work either "Ah...the Sector...they know I'm on site so they want my help fixing the situation" he was reading a message sent by the Sector.

Finally, his robots had dealt with the backup, some of them had been destroyed, but most of them had made it through "Now that I'm on Official BusinessTM..." he meant now that the Sector had hired him to handle the situation "...let's dance!" all of a sudden every piece of technology that the Guy's guys were using stopped working, even their communication devices, cellphones, etc. So he willed and so his power followed.

His robots prowled into the hallway, some were bipeds and some were walking on fours, some had wheels. One of them however was completely different, a platform with security handles and a small square screen between the handles. The platform was quickly floating towards Acker's direction "You can try to kill me or we can work together to take down Hulk" his brain started wondering if specific high-frequency sound waves could dizzy that thing or an RPG could do the trick.

Acker hopped on the platform and a blueish translucent wall appeared all around the platform "Going up!" he announced as if he was using an elevator. The platform floated up, the bluish translucent wall could protect him from bullets until the wall's power depleted and needed to recharge, in case the Guy's guys decided to attack instead of collaborating.

Acker reached the roof and finally was face to face with Hulk "Can I get an autograph? It would sell a pretty penny on eBay" the drones were with him and the robots on fours were climbing up the hole towards the roof "I would shoot you, but apparently it doesn't work, sooo what about some sound waves?" vibrations and all that. The drones positioned themselves strategically around Hulk and started using ultrasounds to dizzy the monster. The dogs in the hallway had to turn off their hearing. Acker made it sure that he was out of reach from Hulk's grubby giant hands.

@topher

@waylon

//legend: "thought" also please tell me if I need to edit anything thanks!//