The REAL Super Mario Bros! 2!! (OPEN)

[A.G.]

So apparently, Thursdays were pretty bad days for Ellie Cullington in general, as far as the last month or so had gone. Somehow, a walk to the pizzeria for the girl had turned into a scramble for survival for just about... everyone, really. The streets-- the main ones, anyway-- weren't safe at all right about now, as a result of what appeared to be YET ANOTHER ARMY OF GIANT, VIDEO GAME VILLAINS. An gelatinous-looking, 50-foot tall goomba lead the commendably-sized pack of big bad... baddies, which thus far ranged from giant, winged koopas to slightly smaller (yet still relatively sizeable-- maybe 48-foot?) shy guys. It was chaos and destruction all throughout the main streets of Jump City, and OH MY GOD, WHY WERE THEY BACK.

Like, seriously! This was the second time this had happened and good grief, were these guys annoying to get rid of. The first time, some of the Titan's finest had slowly but surely sauntered on in and helped to defeat the monstrously adorable army. They even, with a minor bit of help from Hotline, tracked down a lead to the source of the disturbance (if that's what you wanted to call super mario bros. villains come to life) and in doing so, found... well, nothing. Back then, the signal just disappeared when they reached the residential district. Maybe they should have stuck around and looked harder, if this was the end result...

It took Ellie about 5 minutes to find an empty bathroom in a building that was still open despite (or perhaps as a result of) this chaos, and another five to slip out of her civilian clothing, and into something a little more awesome. Donning the headlights and her signature black bodysuit, Ellie tucked away her 'powerless little girl' persona with her backpack off in a corner, and let the much cooler persona-- The Hotline persona-- wash over her. "Same song and dance," she muttered to herself, quickly and quietly slipping out of the backdoor of that small-town restaurant and into the alleyways, "Let's just hope the usual suspects aren't too busy today..." She pulled forth the single greatest smartphone in existence from her pocket, and tapped a few buttons. Oh, they'd be on their way regardless, but she wanted the pleasure of being the first to remind the titans of how behind the times they were.

In a few moments, a not-so-false alarm would be sent out to quite a few T-Comms around the city-- courtesy of one such now-hacked communicator that Hotline happened to pick up off of some newbie Titan girl who wasn't worth too many worries. It'd signal this location-- her location-- as the source of the distress signal, which was always fun, especially when one considered she'd be nowhere in sight when they did arrive. Oh well, they'd have much bigger problems-- no pun intended-- to deal with immediately, anyway.




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[Kenni]

OoC; Updated for interaction at the end. ))

Being out on patrol already, Speedy was likely one of the quicker-draws when it came to responding to the crisis-call.

It helped that he'd been put on outer city-limit duty this shift; the suburbs had been the target of trouble once in a while, but all these villains really seemed to like better avoiding more domestic disputes; most of the big-ticket stuff went down downtown.

If you didn't count Titan-shaming.

"There goes the neighbourhood. Iii'll be back, everyone. Duty calls."

The Anti-Titan taunts from the enraged suburban neighbourhood he'd left like a bat out of the Batcave at the inner-city call resounded in his ears, as he rid his domino-mask of the rotten-tomato splatter and more unspeakables the neighbours had pelted him with.

"Sweet of you guys, coordinating with my outfit."
He'd apologized and attempted reparation with citizens day in, day out when on the job, but sometimes he threw in a quip or..three, because even the good-natured ginger would get tired of the hate once in a while.

Speedy couldn't remember the last time Star had gone on patrol during daylight hours, though, and this sobering thought alone kept his return commentary civil. There was always someone suffering more than you were, and it was best to keep other people's problems in perspective, especially considering the job he had.

Which was put into deja vu once he'd reached the apparently abandoned source of the distress call, Hotline doing a much better job keeping out of plain sight as she'd sworn off changing in any alleyways since the last time he'd caught her there . People screamed pasthe apartment complex he was occupying, both swarming out of the building and around it on the tarmac.

He and his teammates had a duty to continue.

"Didn't we thrash you bunch the last savepoint back?" Fine, so it had been mostly Kaie ( Gaunt ) who'd done the thrashing. But others had helped! And him too!

..sort of.

Sighing and trying not to let on how ...sorta fun he secretly thought this was, minus the rampant destruction from the impossible army's very forward-march, of course, Speedy slung a couple of IceArrows into his bow and let them fly at the closest mechanical? dreamstate? goomba's feet to his rooftop.

Which, considering their height, was pretty close.
Would they finally be done with this crew this time around? How had they tracked them down the last time...?

He would've snapped his fingers if they weren't busy firing volley after another of insta-freeze into oversized feet, visible and non (here's lookin' at you, Boos) and wings everywhere.

Was Hotline around?! They needed to track any giveaway leads down tout suite this time, if such existed.

Just in case, he sent out a return transmission to the T.Comm. that had sent out the initial distress signal. Whoever it was could be in trouble-and-couldn't-get-up.

“Speedy present and accounted for. Are you alright? I can't trace the holder of this Comm. What's your status? Talk to me.”