Thread: Not So Super Now (Yenpointfive and Frogger)

Every eye was on them, exactly how it ought to be. Connor thrived on jealousy. There was nothing like knowing that men half his age were ignoring their dates to try to get a better look at Vanessa. If not for all of Black Rose's wicked little proclivities he'd have envied the boy that was tied to their bed. He knew first hand how much fun having her full attention could be. He lead her inside, engaging the security system behind them, just in case these two had friends that would show up for them. Sure, a few more young heroes to the party sounded like fun but even a pair of seasoned villains could start to tire themselves out if they had too many playthings to tend to. I'm not quite so sure about that... He commented. The way Miss Mind tried to save the other you might think they're an item. He said, deciding that someone bound to a bed didn't really need mistress as part of their name. She could tell he was grinning even behind the helm. The tone of his voice changed when the evil smirk was present. Who knows, maybe after this she'll thank you for teaching her little boyfriend a thing or two? He suggested, knowing that no one was going to get thanked for what was about to happen. Ricochet looked up as the villains entered the room, deciding that one more go at freedom was probably a good idea. He lunged forward and rather predictably got himself shocked again. This time he went limp for a second. The shackles dialed up the voltage every time he tried to use his powers, making each try seem like less and less of a good idea. Of course, dear. You know I don't mind an audience when I work but, let's face it, voyeurism is a waste of your talents. Connor said when she asked about the boy. Alex looked up at Black Rose and found himself starring. How could he help it? She was gorgeous, and that was coming from someone who'd never thought of himself as having a thing for older women. So much for that. Still, the tone in her voice had his blood running cold. The goggles kept his eyes hidden but she knew they were fixed on her. When she offered up his sister to the doctor he growled something against the tape that held him silent, for all the good that would do. Connor turned his attentions to Viola, walking over to the nearby table that had been set out. You don't really think you're getting out of here by struggling, do you? He asked as he picked up something off of the table. My advice to you is to be a good girl. You'll pick up a thing or two to show your boyfriend, we'll let you go when we get bored of you, and who knows? Every now and then we find a hero that's sick enough to start enjoying this... He said before pushing a button on the device he was holding. The thing in his hand looked rather like a bone saw but with a blue circular blade. It made a soft but wicked whirring sound when he turned it on. He knew he had her full attention so he tapped the blade against the table, effortlessly biting an inch thick cut in solid metal. He then turned to her, leaning in and pushing the blade softly against her stomach. That sight was enough to get Ricochet to lash out and get himself shocked again, though it turned out to be for nothing. The blade sliced a clean cut straight through her clothing but the second the bluish cutting surface touched her skin it deformed, flattening against her body rather than cutting into it. It was little more than a tickling sensation as he started to guide it up her stomach towards her chest. From the look of things the one thing the saw couldn't cut was skin, making it perfectly suited to removing her costume, strip by strip. Of course, it wouldn't distinguish between what was the costume and any underwear that might be beneath, so she couldn't really expect to slow him down there.