Thread: Not So Super Now (Yenpointfive and Frogger)

Who would have suspected that Connor Wright, head of Wright Enterprises was actually the great Doctor Prometheus? Actually, plenty of people, considering that a brilliant inventor being the alter-ego of the mechanical mastermind sort of made sense. Of course, he was quick to silence anyone with actual proof, preferring various underhanded methods, chief among which was the use of lawyers, to protect his image. Keeping the kids in the dark had been a bit of a tricky prospect, though it was easier for him than some, seeing as he didn't have any direct superpowers without one of the suits. It wasn't hard to see what his wife saw in him. He was rich, brilliant, and damn handsome too. Tall and slender with dark hair and emerald green eyes made for a striking appearance. He had a good bit of muscle to him too. Even with the suit to do most of the work, beating down random heroes was still a lot of work. For the moment he was busy occupying himself by wading through machinegun fire, happily blasting corporate security drones as he made his way to the Teslasoft corporate vault with the intention of stealing whatever was inside. He'd tried to break the encrypted files to figure out what exactly that was but that was taking a while and frankly, he was planning on doing this just to cost a rival cooperation money. He was a rather imposing sight in full battle armor, eight feet tall, armored in what looked like tempered steel, and sporting glowing green slits on his helmet instead of eyes. It didn't help that his head and shoulders were perpetually on fire, though the fuel that maintained that effect burnt at a low enough temperature that they wouldn't set anything else alight. The flames were green though, which didn't help the intimidation factor. He glanced over at his wife for a moment, wondering how she was enjoying their day out so far. Alex Wright was turning out to have an infuriating good streak, something his parents had tried so hard to talk him out of. They weren't really trying to force evil on their kids, they just didn't want them to make the mistake of becoming heroes. Still, Alex had done just that when he realized he had some degree of control over how the laws of physics worked. It wasn't really telekinesis or anything. He actually had to be touching something to alter it. Still, he was included in the list of things he could mess with, giving him the ability to hurl himself like a bullet and punch right through solid steel. Kinetic weapons could also be forced to either bounce off of him or simply flatten harmlessly against his skin well, generally it left bruises. The power wasn't perfect. His secret identity, Ricochet, had a few obvious weaknesses, mostly related to the fact that the ability to get hit by a dump truck and barely feel it does little to stop someone from setting you on fire or hurling lasers at you. As for costuming, Alex had gone with a jet black costume with several neon blue lines highlighted throughout it along with a pair of goggles to keep the wind out of his eyes while moving at high speeds something that could easily be done using his powers but was surprisingly annoying to have to constantly think about. The tight suit did a good job of showing off his body. He was a bit smaller than his father but more muscular since he didn't have gadgets to help out. It was easy enough to imagine that he'd be handsome under the outfit and you'd be quite right. His blond hair was a bit on the shaggy side and he had his father's bright green eyes. As Connor plodded through the hall a wall beside him suddenly burst open and he was sent flying into the one beside of it. The hit would have probably broken several bones without the armor. Not having super powers would do that for a body. Still, with the armor he shrugged it off fairly readily, standing back up and looking over at the young man before letting loose with his flamethrower. Naturally Ricochet was ready to get away from Prometheus's attack and actually jumped over the flames, launching himself with great force and trying to smash the doctor's face with his knee. The metal clad monster knocked him off course with a quick smack from one of his gauntlets, sending him into a nearby wall. A grin spread across his face, not that it was visible behind the featureless steel mask. Honey. He called, the suit changing his voice to a mechanical rumble. He looked the young hero over as he spoke. I believe the young gentleman is looking for a fight. Would you like me to save him for you, or just grind him into the floor and let someone else pick up the pieces? He asked, prompting an indignant response from the young hero. The fuck are you talking about? He growled as he sprung off against one of the walls and kicked at the iron titan. The kid had spunk but he was out of his league. The real question was whether he was better off getting his ass beat black and blue or winding up as a plaything for the villainess. Connor decided that taking the beating was probably the better option if they were giving him a choice.