Editing Masks: Capers! Everybody Wants 2 Rule The World (section)

==The Team==
* '''[[Capers!:_Mirrormask_the_Hood|Mirrormask the Hood]] ''' played by Nate_MI
* '''[[Capers!:_Gloom_the_Scion|Gloom the Scion]]''' played by Inoshiro
* '''[[Capers!:_Mockingbird_the_Rogue|Mockingbird the Rogue]]''' played by Temerous Nox
* '''[[Capers!:Tarot_the_Mastermind|Tarot the Mastermind]]''' played by Mr. Prim

===In Jail or Retconned===
* '''[[Capers!:_Basher_the_Monster|Basher the Monster]]''' played by DarkDrake
* '''[[Capers!:_Spark_the_Radical|Spark the Radical]]''' played by Thorya
* '''[[Capers!:_Want-Star_the_Hellion|Want-Star the Hellion]]''' played by Mr. Prim

===Team Backstory===
'''From Spark: There was a lot of collateral damage during the job. Where did the caper take place, and what was destroyed?'''

*During our first caper, we were raiding a pharmaceutical distribution center. It should have been easy. Steal the insulin and antibiotics to distribute to people that need it. Steal the little blue date pills and some other happy pills to sell on the black market so the team gets paid. There were just two rent-a-cops. But then some lousy hero showed up and next thing you know the place is on fire and the entire city's supply of like ten vital medications are up in smoke.

'''From Basher: You attracted all the wrong sorts of attention from people. Not fear, but hate. Who absolutely hates you and your alliance, and will do anything to stop them?'''

*A lot of medicine got destroyed in the Pharmageddon incident, and some of that expensive medicine came from Arcadia Pharmaceuticals. So now the head of Arcadia Pharmaceuticals, Lucas Hartwell, hates us. I know you're probably thinking "But didn't TACOS pin the blame on some of the most powerful supervillains in the entire city? So how would Mr. Hartwell know you were the real culprits?" Somehow, Hartwell found out that we were the ones who hit that pharmaceutical distribution center.

*There's a rumor going around that this guy is offering a big money reward for finding us and bringing us in dead or alive.

* From Gloom: For some reason we stuck around with each other even after the job was done. Why? And how did we stay in contact?

*We stuck around together because, in the wake of the Halcyon City Pharmageddon (as the media still refers to it, when it comes up) the city's supers banded together to hunt down the guilty parties... that is, us. Lacking the connections and resources to actually give ourselves an airtight hideout (because someone would've given us up, eventually), we decided to get the hell out of Dodge. While every hero with any healing ability was busy aiding those left without insulin and blood pressure medicine (and getting the best coverage ever), we managed to get trapped in the baggage transport system of the airport all night long while all flights were grounded and a manhunt swept the place.

*By the night's end, they still hadn't caught us when two things had happened.

*The first was that a small time band of aging nobodies called TACOS (Team Against Coddling Of Supervillains)—burned-out superheroes who'd given up in rage at a system that lets super-villains live, despite their high recidivism rate, and who had decided the best thing they could do was to push things—decided to take credit for Pharmageddon and pin it on a handful of the city's most powerful supervillains. When the authorities showed up to take those supervillains into custody, TACOS boiled out of the background, heavily disguised, and attacked. Mr. Meta, one of the city's most powerful heroes, was instantly killed, and TACOS themselves were also slain in the ensuring battle. (Some of the details of their plan, and the general shape of it, were uncovered from hard drives and message accounts later on. They were universally decried across the city, but quietly, a few heroes in the city decided killing bad guys might not be such a horrible thing after all... for the "right" bad guy.)

*The second thing was that somehow, sitting on a baggage carousel in a dark room under the airport, we realized we had more in common than we'd imagined. We'd all been wronged, we all just wanted things to be set right. We all had the stomach to do what we'd never seen "heroes" do.

*One of us—nobody can remember who—suggested we set up accounts on that new, privacy-guaranteed, "unhackable" social network app that'd been in the news lately. A phone started ringing in someone's luggage, and we took that as a sign that it was a good idea, so we got the phone, signed up one by one in turn, and then smashed the phone into a million pieces.

*A week later, once things had calmed down, we were joking about how we needed to find more old burnout guys to pin our next mission on, and plotting our next move.

'''From Mirrormask: We abducted someone really important, who knows our villain names and helped spread the word, inadvertently or not. Who was it? Why are they so important?'''

*Turns out one of those rent-a-cops was some mall-ninja, spec-ops-wannabe who runs one of the right-wing prepper channels on YT. In the middle of the media frenzy he made a video about the "terror the average citizen feels now that such violence is on the streets" and what kind of concealed weapons people should carry to protect themselves. Including mannequins made up as bad versions of, well, us! With name tags and everything!

*Apparently the guy makes a couple grand a month on this videos. Maybe I should quit my job and just release frenzied rants on social media and charge people per keyword.

'''From Mockingbird: Someone got some very dangerous information that they could use on us. Who holds this information, and what kind of information is it?
'''

*Okay, so before you get mad at me, you have to understand...I didn't realize that the girl I'd been seeing was Lucas Hartwell's daughter. It hadn't really come up!

*Anyways, the night of the job was supposed to be our 1-month anniversary, but then...well, the job came up and I really needed the scratch, right? Figured it'd be a quick job, in and out, back home in time for a late dinner and with a special gift in hand for her. All good, right?

*Well, then the job went south, I was stuck hiding in a baggage terminal for the evening, and when the dust finally settled, I had a very pissed girlfriend to deal with. And so...maybe in my attempts to get back on her good side, I might have let slip a couple of details that might have put me at the scene of Pharmageddon.

*I swear I didn't say a lot, but it turns out that Libby is much smarter than I gave her credit for...and I don't doubt that she'll put together the pieces. 

*So yeah. Uh...my bad?

'''From Want-Star: We made them pay. We made them all pay. Who received this payback, and what was it in return for?'''