Realistic or Modern Heroes Will Fall [IC]

[Daniel Reaving]

Runa

Runa was ready to battle till a girl came beside her. rather rudely shoving her out of the way Runa turned her attention to the girl ad was about to yell but saw the massive attack coming. Now she was a little glad the girl had taken her attention as her bodies dropped lifeless onto the ground just as the attack rang out. Barely missing them once it was past Runa instantly brought them back up and charged once more. As they battled with the intruder the first got lucky and nearly ended the being but she was better and quickly took her undead out of the game at least for a tiny bit. As the first two were taken out Runa was already prepping for her next strike. "Vashhhhhh anaral!" Then the woman seemed to cockily ask if it was her turn which brought a small giggle from Runa. "You think this is a turn game?" Runa asked with a sinister smile as she pointed past the woman. about 5 feet behind her now stood another undead having been summoned while she was distracted. Covered in thick hard armor this one stood at least a 2 foot taller than everyone else and was much bigger. A deep raspy growl came from it as it looked down at the girl in front of her. The being was completely covered in armor this time but you could still tell the being in the armor was dead. It wielded a massive axe and shield and it was clear it could wield these easily.

"First thing about combat..... You never willingly let your enemy strike." Instantly as she said that the giant dead swung the axe with immense speed and strength in an over head swing downward. Figuring the woman would dodge the undead knight was ready to strike again or take a hit and counter as its axe plunged down into the metal floor with a loud crashing sound as it delved deep into the metal underneath as well. As soon as its strike was done it tore the axe from the floor with ease, leaving a massive hole in the floor as it growled furiously. Reeling back it let out a loud raspy screech as it tried to shield bash the girl. While this one was bigger faster and stronger it was clear though that the other have become less useful as more power had been devoted to the big one and not to them. When the big one came the other 5 seemed to slow and weaken in there movements Still able to battle they were just slower and weaker now as most of Runa's energy and concentration was on the big one. Knowing she couldn't do this on her own she spoke to the other woman. "Hey blondy. I cant do this on my own. we need to work together ok. My undead wont attack you so it gives us a great opportunity to win! Shes out numbered and outgunned. Just be careful not to hit my undead ok. Work with them and we have a good chance." Runa said to the girl next to her as she worked on the battle at hand with her undead knight. The others managed slowly got up and unstuck though didn't attack. Instead they stood between the current conflict and the girls waiting for there chance to strike. Till then they watched as the giant one battled the girl, swinging at her strategically and blocking any attacks that came its way before countering. It was clear this fight wouldn't be one easily for either side so they would have to work hard for there victory.
simj26 The Regal Rper
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[Elenion Aura]

Trouble don't you find no home by me."HOLYSHITWHERETHEFUCKAMI---!?!" Retsu lurched upright in her bed, eyes wide with surprise, her hair wild and unkempt. After a pause to allow her heart rate to return to a reasonable figure, she took note of her surroundings as her brain's processors came online, slowly but surely, after what could have only been described as an alcohol-induced coma.

Room's spinning. Check. Head's pounding. Check. And what little light eked its way into her humble abode was appropriately blinding.

All things considered, it was a pretty standard morning, so far.

And that rumbling she felt could've reasonably been attributed to this particularly mean hangover working its way around the space between her ears. Unfamiliar surroundings, though... That was a different beast altogether. Slowly, memories of the past twenty-four... Or maybe forty-eight... Hours came trickling back. She remembered the warehouse, then the barge. Things got fuzzy from there, but now, at least, she had a working understanding of her whereabouts. It was a start.

A particularly nasty rumble jolted her out of bed. With as much grace as a woman in her position could feasibly muster, Retsu stumbled around her room to try and get her bearings. She nearly tripped over her blade lying in its sheath on the floor beside the doorway. Seeing it was a welcome comfort, albeit short-lived, as another rumble sent her into defense mode. Assuming the barge was under attack, Retsu knew her options. Stay and wait to be found, or venture out and meet the threat head-on. To her, there was only ever one option.

Slipping silently out into the empty hallway, Retsu deftly unclasped the metal hinge that locked her sword in its sheath. She wasn't alone. Unfamiliar footsteps. Coming closer. Fifteen yards and whoever those feet belonged to would be rounding the bend into this hallway.

Slowing to a stop and pressing her back against the wall nearest the bend in the corridor, blade at her side, she prepared to strike whomever, or whatever, approached. Retsu's body tensed, her every muscle primed, every nerve itching and ready to fire. There would be no time for second-guessing. In silence, she prayed that it was an enemy.

tags: BriiAngelic

 

[BriiAngelic]

• GM Plot Post

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  ~The Unknown of Hall 5~
  
  The taller lanky man had walked exactly ten feet before taking off his own mask. He hadn’t planned to wear it but he saw the point to it. Granted it’s not like the mask was gonna really affect their behavior in the slightest in terms of himself. He decided to crouch down and leave the mask on the floor next to the first room he found. He peered in to find it empty. How curious…
  He stood up and walked into the room. Was there less recruits than anticipated? Or where they just not in the rooms? Oooo maybe they should have came earlier, but that would have been rude. He moon-walked out the door once it was clear that no one was ever here. He looked up staring at the ceiling, what no one was gonna try to get the jump on him? He wondered just what these guys were doing.
  Even the walls were totally normal. Where was the hiding shit? The merging with walls and invisibility peeps? He was disappointed he signed up to fight super-villains. Or baby super-villains anyways. Wait was that it were they just already aware of him??? He started to paw at the walls seeing of he was just not noticing something cool. Wait no focus he had to focus he turned to continue down the hall only to immediately walk straight into a woman holding a sword. He was lucky he was used to danger he just nearly lost his head.
  “Hello it’s very nice to meet you scantily clad woman! I am Silver eye. What is your power if you don’t mind? No need for the pointy swords please, I rather like my head.”
  He made sure to keep his arms behind his head. Not a sign of surrender but not a sign of aggression. After all he had no plans to attack that’d actually ruin the plans they were suppose to be following, even if he was wearing a blade at his hip.
  
  
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  Spoiler: Appearance

  
  
  
  

 

[August]

Lunis blinked at the figure dully, seeming to only be partially awake. The alien sighed tiredly as he pulled out his Bachi Bachi stick swinging it forward to make a light force to get some space. In a swirl of his stick, a gust of colorful lights and sparkles fluttered around him as he went through a lazy sequence of moves. The energy around him flourished around him, his form glowing brighter and brighter by the second as if it was about to unleash an unfathomable power . . .
The energy dissipated, leaving the childlike figure in a new outfit and a readied stance.
"I am Lunis, pre. . . . pare to be to be conquered." He yawned, barely keeping his eyes awake.
His army took their places as well, although they didn't look very threatening considering the fact they were bunnies. This was not the best time for Lunis to be in an upfront encounter, and the odds weren't in his favor considering the blonde's choice of weapon was a direct weakness of his. Every move Lunis will make will have to be carefully calculated because he only had a limited amount of moves before he fell back asleep.
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In the process of conquering - Blonde ( BriiAngelic )

 

[Lappi]

Abigail "Abby" Vilheim (A.K.A. Prism) ​

Items Carried

Spoiler: Link to CS

Realistic/Modern - Heroes Will Fall [CS]

Interactions/Mentions

Spoiler: Mentions

Space_Kaiser (Carbon)

Post

Prism was expecting the worse. A full code red, with full close range fighting. That was until she heard the movement in the next room.
'Thank Christ im not alone here'
But that wasn't even the beginning of her luck. She was shocked to see that not only had Carbon got up and gotten ready, but bashed the masked figure into the wall of the ship. When Carbon turned to her and make the quick quip she grinned. The situation was getting way too stressful and/or close of a call to be fun for her. That and they have a higher chance to secure the kill working together. But since the alarm was tripped, she doubted they were well trained.
"It always keeps you on your toes! Ill tell you that much. Anyways, lets talk afterwords. She looks pissed."
'Wish i had a damn suit that could charge forward like that...'
Abby rounded the corner and got a better look at their soon to be combatant. She looked pissed, barely damaged. While she got flung around like rag doll, she might be able to do that all day. So....
'I mean. Im already holding it and it's loaded, might as well after all. No need to just not use it while she's stunned.... or maybe she's just waiting for me to reveal myself. Either way!!!'
With a brief moment of thought, Prism scooted past Carbon and unloaded all 60 .45 rounds from the modified mac-10 aiming right for the women's head. Or well in the general direction, fully automatic weapons are hard to control. So the spray pattern was closer to a very choked shotgun than a controlled rifle burst. After which the weapon clicked empty. It didn't take too long either. 3 seconds of sustained trigger holding was all it took to empty the whole magazine. The bullets that were sent off the loud noise not only disoriented everyone without protection but also kicked up a good cloud of smoke.
Abby had sustained her invisibility until she had to fire, in order to see the sights better. at that rate she dropped the invisibility and had to go loud. Revealing her presence to the world.
After Abby emptied the mac-10 she dropped it and reached for her Colt 1911. Ready to put off more rounds if those didn't stop their combatant. Prism had no idea just how armored they were. For all Prism knew, she could have just wasted 60 bullets. But until the smoke cleared, there was simply no way to know if that volley did any real damage. So with Colt in hand, and alertness in the other. Abby cautiously waited to see the effects of her volley. Shimmying behind Carbon & his shield in the process.

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Spoiler: OOC

Prism's current method of attack

 

[BriiAngelic]

• Omni

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  ~Hallway Three~
  
  Omni awoke as soon as the alarms went off. Her internal sense for danger was never this bad, she’d never live through a night if she waited until the danger was already sighted. The doors slid open on their own and she felt instantly vulnerable. There was no way she was going out the front door when she didn’t need to and didn’t know what was there. Hell that lesson was ingrained in the very fibers of her being early on. She couldn’t just leave though not with an ally still here. She turned back to Beau who seemed to be looking at her in confusion.
  “I’m going to check out the rig and see what’s happening. Be on guard until I get back if you need to you can grab my sword and use that to protect yourself..”
  She was quick to grab the hammer and chisel out of her bag, in less than three minutes she’d broken a hole through the lower part of the wall near the outlet in the wall. She put on her brass knuckles as she heard people shouting from the other side of the walls. She need more practice, that was the point of coming here and so far she’d seen little that proved this was worth it all so far. She felt an anger go through her at the thought of still gaining nothing, ignoring that feeling in favor of grabbing onto the wires for a second she thought about how odd it would look but she didn’t have time to explain and it’s not as if he’d done so either.
  She felt the familiar melting feel of her body bubbling up and melting into the wire. Her consciousness expanding as she became not only aware of the entirety of the connected compound but of the muddled sounds around her. She zipped around in search for the safest place to disconnect. She made note of the each person she’d not seen before. She wasted no time getting the fuck outta the hallway that was being destroyed, getting stuck with no exit point would be the worst possible outcome. Luckily it seemed that each hall only had one… intruder? She wasn’t really sure, there was just so many people she saw nothing of before. She assumed that the people with the masks, matching outfits and weapons were the threat but soon it’d be another free-for-all and who knows what would happen.
  Her return to the room was quick. If they were going to get past the one coming down this hall they’d have to knock him out fast, or risk a fight without info. Again. This place was becoming bad for her sanity. I am Omni I see all… again she repeated the word to herself, she would not go down she knew he was coming, how fast, how focused. She melted out of the wires as her body started to bubble back up into her form as she slunk out of the wire.
  “We have one chance to get him off guard. He’s already on his way down there’s a spot about halfway down the hall I plan to ambush him from behind once he passes that point. If he notices though it’d be best for the other side to be blocked off, and a distraction would do nicely…”
  She let it hang out in the air before deciding to leave him with just the directions to the spot. She wouldn’t rely solely on him doing so. After all she couldn’t trust he would, nor would she actually ask… Mmmm could he actually fight, now that she thought about it? It seems she’d have to give a show of trust, even if it was a false one it would be good? Probably?
  “Just right of here… Be careful, take whatever you need”
  She hadn’t given anymore information before she dove back into her merged form. She immediately zipped back to the position she’d spoken about. She sat in wait as the masked figure got slower and slower. C’mon just a little more. She saw the opportunity and lunged for him. She had apparently been fighting a lost cause because he merely laughed and instantly a wind had pushed her back. He was fast and aware, definitely no wimp. Fuck well that was a thing. She lifted her head to see that he was currently going back and forth trading blows with one of the masked men from the warehouse. Great two hidden assholes.
  
  
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[BriiAngelic]

• GM Plot Post

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  ~The Unknown of Hall 1~
  
  This was perfect. She was wondering how she was going to get around the orders she had but if they attacked her first… well that made it the highest priority now didn’t it. She could almost here Sil’s complaints already. She let herself fly across the room not even attempting to stop her collusion with the wall. The pain she felt was only a taste of what she was gonna put them through. She couldn’t help it if she started to sport a crazy grin. The hit to the wall had broken off part of her mask, but she didn’t care at this point. Let them know who she was, if they were lucky they may have even recognized her.
  She started to let out her power as she slowly started to allow her body to become intangible wisps of smog starting to sizzle off her skin. These were her targets now, no longer information but walking dart boards. She hardly had a minute's notice before the guns went off. It’s a good thing she’d already gotten all her vitals completely out of her. In the loud chaos of the guns and smoke she was able to easily get behind them. She spoke from behind them still half intangible.
  “HeLlO dArLiNgS wHo’S rEaDy To PlAy”
  She let out a cackling giggle as she started to circle them with smog. She could choke them to death, but that was boring and the mecha may be fine anyways. She could always stab them from within the smog, but that’s too common. Fuck those gunshots were still making her ears ring. She was maintaining a headache and she hated it. How was she suppose to plan the imminent murder of the most annoying motherfuckers she'd ever met like that?
  Could she get them to attack each other? She focused in on the spot between them letting the smog envelope them both in seperate circles. Sooner or later the girl would have to retaliate as she was probably already having difficulty. As for the man well it was time to do something about him. She circled around him only materializing her arm for the quick moments she took to stab wildly hoping to pierce human parts.
  "I've got all my fingers the knife goes chop chop chop"
  
  
  
  Space_Kaiser Lappi
  
  
  
  Spoiler: Appearance

  
  
  
  

 

[Lappi]

Abigail "Abby" Vilheim (A.K.A. Prism) ​

Items Carried

Her whole kit is currently on her except for the Mac-10 which is on the ground with a empty magazine in Hallway 1.

Spoiler: Link to CS

Realistic/Modern - Heroes Will Fall [CS]

Interactions/Mentions

Spoiler: Mentions

Space_Kaiser (Carbon Dragon) BriiAngelic (Unmasked Women)

Post

Abby was disappointed, and slightly annoyed that she was completely unharmed and seemingly unhittable. Her target had some sort of ability... She had became a gas of some sort. Prism had felt a sense of dread wash over her as the smog had surrounded her. Leaving Carbon nearly impossible to see, Which made her feel all alone... with some insane super not even 2 ft away. Prism was otherwise thrilled that she finally had a chance to use the implant she paid so much for. Closing her left eye, her right eye started to glow a dark red and infrared imaging kicked on. Giving her a view of the room that would be better than without it. Even if her depth perception was slightly off. The mechanical implant quickly adjusted though. She was able to see Carbon through the mist and that was comforting. But useless information.
Prism had no idea what was going on besides the fact she was surrounded. But as of yet, she has yet to be harmed. The soft yet near sadistic singing worried Abby, made the hairs on her neck stand up. Abby's first instinct was to shoot again, but with a bit of quick thinking and wit. Prism realized that it would have no effect just like last time. So in a moment of quick thinking, Prism decided to be a little unconventional.
'Time to turn on the fog lights'
Prism started to glow with a blinding amount of light, drawing it from any ambient light. Until the room around her was nearly engulfed with her radiant glow. It would hurt to even look near her. Even closing your eyes didn't help, it would burn the retinas straight through the eye lids. The metal in the oil rig helped her reflect the light off the walls. Making the room glow thoroughly.
This process was extremely draining for Prism though, but since she just rested, she was able to hold it at full strength for a good 20 seconds before being forced to stop. The light dispersing from around her in a colorful light-show. Through the whole process of blinding the room, Prism was forced to her knees from exhaustion, wheezing for breath. Pistol still in hand.

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[Elenion Aura]

#8: Run​

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Beau was floating down a river of light, wading through time and space, adrift without a care. Stars wheeled overhead, and every moment that passed felt as long as a life-time on the earth. But it was just a dream. A pleasant one, yes, but a dream, nonetheless. Eventually, all dreams end. Although, waking up to this wasn't so bad.

She was lovely, even in the morning. And her outfit... And that serious expression on her face... Ah, how cute! It was all too much. Too much for him bear from afar. He slipped out of bed and padded over out of need of being near her. She, on the other hand, hardly even seemed to notice. Perhaps she spared him a glance, and a few curt words, but was otherwise, apparently, too busy at work putting holes in their wall to attend to him.

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"What are you doing?" He asked in a cool voice, but she seemed already too far ahead of him to bother with answering. By the time she'd found what she was looking for in the wall, Beau was only just noticing the alarms blaring, and the tremors that threatened to plunge them all into the sea. "What was that? The thought hadn't crossed his mind that they might be under attack, yet again. He turned to Omni for answers. An explanation. He thought he deserved as much. But before he could demand one, she was gone. Disappeared into thin air.

"Wait, where are you-..?" His words ran away from him as he watched the spot where she once was. For reasons that he would not understand until later, Beau felt a happy, sort of giddy sensation creep over him. It was a sensation like nothing he'd felt before, at least, not in recent memory, anyway, and the feeling excited him beyond the measure of words. By the time she returned, Beau had gotten himself dressed, and had tucked his knife inside the waist of his pants. "That was amazing!" He exclaimed, cutting her off, with regard to her recent, impressive display of power. With that out of his system, Beau listened intently as his woman explained their current predicament to him. After a brief moment to process, Beau responded simply.

"I'll follow your lead," he assured her with a nod and a smile before she disappeared back into the wall. Right of here..? He crept over to the doorway, sliding his hand up and under his shirt to grip the knife handle, just in case. Beau could hear the sound of a scuffle just outside, and emerged from the doorway just in time to witness Omni's attack be rebuffed. He nearly shouted in alarm, but held it back. Baring his teeth, he spied two masked figures up ahead. One of them had its back to him.

Slowly, he brandished his weapon, the long, silver blade glinting in the dingy hallway lighting. Silently, he crept forward. Closer, closer... A familiar tingling had started in his fingertips, working its way up his arm, up and down his spine. The feeling evoked memories of the other times. This felt similar, yet different. But similar enough.

The memories were coming back. Being here, like this... It was inevitable, right? He had to kill. Kill. The smell of blood, phantom blood wetting the tip of his knife, tickled him. Like some faerie creature. Pixie dust and butterfly wings. He knew what to do. Lunge. He'd done it before. Soon, he'd be close enough to strike. Strike bone. Blood, bones, and meat. That was all there was to a human, right? Just blood, bones and meat. Blood, bones, and meat.

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Tags: BriiAngelic The Regal Rper ​

 

[Space_Kaiser]

Alan || Carbon Dragon

Alan didn't look over at Prism while she talked, instead focusing on the masked figure. Prism then jumped out behind him fire her entire mag into the intruder but it clearly didn't take effect. The intruder's power became very evident, Smog Mimicry, a power he had fought before. The mask also cracked and showed a crazed smiling female, something he was well used to. Carbon isn't easily intimidated, so a crazy woman means nothing to him. What bothered him more was her ability, because in effect fighting her has the chance to create a double negative. If she had developed her abilities to a very high level, then an electrical burst from his gloves would at most return her to physical form. If they were advanced then he couldn't do anything. She wouldn't be able to hurt or damage him, and he wouldn't be able to hurt or damage her. He heard the woman's voice as well, but of course, he didn't care about that either. "Don't think you'll be able to play with me, sweetheart." He said casually, subtly mocking her at the same time.

That's when suddenly the smog began to envelop him and Prism, but clearly, it was mostly on him. He was about to test out his electricity when suddenly light burst from next to him, coming from where Prism was. It was a very radiant light so much so that if he had his suit off he would have gone blind. Thankfully his visor automatically leveled down the brightness, even then it as still bright enough to cause a lot of glare. The walls around them had to be magnifying the light because holy shit was it blinding. The light began to dissipate after around twenty seconds, which is when he stuck. He retracted his sword and revealed the palm of his gloves on his right hand. Suddenly the sound of cracking and the sight of blue sparks came out when without warning he stuck his right palm out and a large burst of electricity came flying out of the glove into the smoke, sending it throughout the smog. After he dispersed the electricity, he fell back into a phalanx posture and once again put himself behind the shield with his sword now forming on his right arm again.

Interactions: Prism ( Lappi ), Masked Lady ( BriiAngelic )​

 

[The Regal Rper]

Saint
The Halls​

When the cocky brunette touched him, be he mercenary, hired help, or some ex-hero, Saint hadn't expected to go flying. In many ways, it had been almost as stunning to watch that familiar redhead leap at someone whose powers she didn't even understand. So when this cretin of spiky bouncing brown hair threw his hand out and it touched Saint's vest of concrete vibrating air molecules, he'd expected the guy's momentum to work against him. Instead, it'd thrown him back with such an explosive force it not only threw his balance off, but sent him skidding on his heels, inches off the ground.

Shit!, a heavy growl came from the deep voice of his mask. Saint went skidding, four, six, nine, twelve feet before he landed, put all his weight into his legs and tried to slow his skid to a halt.

The guy laughed and in seconds he was soaring right at him. Saint had barely came to a full halt when he looked up to find his assailant charging right at him, he threw a hand out and Saint, didn't even try to counter, he lurched forward in his hunched crouched stance and rolled right underneath the guy only to get blown a bit further than intended when air seemed to hit him out of nowhere as his attacker did a acrobatic flip and landed on his feet.

Behind his mask Saint's eyes narrowed, ...Wind? Fire?...some kind of flame user? He didn't have time to think, like a cheetah, spiky came charging in- too quick for normal human speeds and too little time for Saint to bring up a counter that would knock him off course. A hand touched his right greave as he raised both his arms in a cross to counter a tackle, but the tackle never came. Warmth did, and Saint paused when he didn't go flying like before.

"....."

"....."

Both of them stood there, waiting...but nothing happened. Saint looked at his forearm and spiky joined him in staring for some kind of reaction. Confusion settled in for one long moment, and as the seconds turned to one long awkward minute, all Saint felt was warmth from between the smallest slits underneath the plating of his armor.

"Enough hand holding." It had gone long enough anyway, he wrenched his arm out of spiky's iron grip and with a shift of footing like a boxer swung his left arm and just barely missed spiky by a few strands of hair being cut. When Saint shot his left hook and his fist missed, Spiky should've felt more than just a gust of air, he should've felt knife like wind slicing through the tip of hair strands that just barely made it out of his way and when Saint's fist went out, a ball sized blast of concentrated air went forward. Almost like a bender of air, but not exactly as perceptive.

CHINK

There was a pause. CHINK, then Saint felt pain. Indescribable pain. Pain that started in his shoulder then shot through his entire body, reminding him what it felt like to be cut open, pain that reminded him of having needles poking into the orifices of his body. Vibrations traveled and the ground, the ground barely vibrated. Saint slowly turned his head, a painful turn that invited more shocks through the place he'd been injured, jolts of pain, more reminders of what it was like to wake up on an operating table, confused, struggling, refusing--ending as the blade got pulled out out of the slit, tainted with blood. His blood. Whoever had attacked him, was strong enough to punch through the reinforced fabric Wiz had made to cover up those slits. Saint didn't care, his mind focused on the feeling of the blade leaving his body, right at his shoulder. It hadn't gone deep, but it had gone in. And that was what mattered.

"Is that a knife?" his voice, deepened or not, was surprisingly calm. His breathing had quickened only a little, but his tone had barely quivered.

Spiky, moved back, a gust of wind that Saint felt, recognized and noted but ignored. His eyes were on pretty boy. Now that he looked at him, he looked familiar. Vaguely familiar. Saint didn't care, pretty boy was moving to stab him again. He grabbed blonde's wrist right at the moment his offender was going to puncture another new hole in his armor and spray the ground with more of his life juice, but when he grabbed that wrist and slowed down the weight and speed of that next hit, his focus slipped and the ground was palpable by just the tiniest tremble.

Saint, felt that arm, this manic grinning blonde, push him back or to be more correct, push him down. This guy was stronger than him, way stronger. Right now he was playing, he could see it in that wild grin, the look in his eyes, for one brief second Saint felt like he recognized him. Like he'd seen this face before, then he recalled the warehouse- but the moment he looked into those eyes...Saint remembered Dr. Hazard and the pain in his shoulder doubled as the ground underneath him cracked with overbearing pressure.

Strength weakened, lungs ached, heavy breathing magnified by the voice modulator quickened, struggling to hold back this beast, Saint felt the tink of metal against metal and when he looked up at the dirty dirty filthy blonde as he pushed and brought Saint down to one knee, they stared at each other, inches from one another's face, with the blonde overpowering him like a bear overpowered a man. Then with one single flashback, of a scalpel, of blood, of pain, of others muffled yells and foolish platitudes of a better world- Saint opened his eyes, snapped out of his crushing anxiety and walk down memory lane, only to be enveloped with anger. He didn't care if this was some sort of misunderstanding or deliberate attempt to kill him.

Enough was enough, the ground trembled as his anger rose. A fist went out, and when it hit the blonde, it wasn't weak, it wasn't human. When Saint fought, he never aimed to kill. His power was strong but its effect was unstable. In battle, he aimed to disable. Right now? He was going to up the ante, he was going to injure. He was going to hurt him just like his parents and brothers had taught him to hurt villains. And he was going to enjoy it, because he'd just been fucking stabbed for no fucking reason because of some fucking test. When he spoke next, they weren't words. It was a primal yell that traveled down the hall to show just how much pent up anger he was releasing.

"ARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" His fist slammed into the blonde's gut and the blade just barely missed him again- when he punched Beau, he sent shock waves, wall shattering shock waves, into his body, the ground stopped trembling, but the air from the force of that hit came out like a trumpet blown by a band. Wind blew a gentle breeze when his hit connected, but for the blonde- it would feel like a sucker punch that came out of nowhere. Saint sent that out, shoved his fist deeply into pretty boy's diaphragm to make it hurt then sent Beau sliding towards the redhead with a concussive blast he released from his fist. By the time he was back on his feet, blonde slowly slid back to touch the redhead's feet.

But he wasn't done, he got up, looked at his wound- felt his anger rise, then approached them.

"If you're going to try and use this situation to kill me", his voice rumbled with venom and the red lights flared with every word, "then I'll just have to return the favor." He was done. If this was a trap, this organization had done well, but he wasn't going down without a fight. He'd end them all. Every single filthy villain here would crumble before they laid a finger on Zeus-- on Desmond, anger rose, doubled and tripled.... then he drew his fast back, collected air, and prepared to send a strike, not at Beau, but at the redhead. If they wanted to kill him, then he'd just have to kill them first.

Interactions: Elenion Aura BriiAngelic

Mentions: N/A

 

[BriiAngelic]

• GM Plot Post

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  ~The Unknown of Hall 3~
  
  He was glad that the one person who did have the chance to gain the jump on him was one of the more well known villains. It’d be a far more annoying fight if he was fighting all unknowns. Luckily enough each of the ones in the hall he had noted to be ones from his intel gain from last night. He may not have the best idea for what they were but it wasn’t like they were all surprises for him. Granted he still had no idea if the crap they were wearing would be affected.
  He didn’t take more than a minute to knock down the redhead of the Cartwright’s. He’d known of them for awhile already so it was actually a surprise they’d let one of their own go. He wondered if that meant the rest were a pile of bodies at this point, or if this one had quite the stack up of power. Well until proven otherwise a skinny brat with brass knuckles was nothing.
  He decided to try to wail on the masked man in front of him until he had the opening to set him up in flames. Luckily enough his winds were enough to keep out of this man’s reach for the most part. He had just taken the opportunity to smack his hand down on him expecting a bonfire to erupt only slightly disappointed to find that the suit seemed to be protective against that.
  He let himself just stew in the awkwardness not bothering to move his hand.
  “Well now I suppose my feeling you up just doesn’t light your fire now does it?”
  If there was one thing he really appreciated in his life was gaining unlikely allies. He heard a shout of stop from the Cartwright before she was up and looking pale in the face. He hadn’t originally planned for the crazy psycho to stab his teammate? Ally? Whatever point was he took every opportunity to duck behind the masked dude he was facing. He decided that if he was gonna be surrounded he needed his full range of vision as he grabbed his mask off his face and attached it to his belt.
  “Well fuck if that’s how you treat your team I’d hate to see how you treat your enemies. Friendly fire is the strongest it seems. Ignis out, Peace.”
  He couldn’t help but laugh as he saw that they seemed to be preparing for a free for all. He dodged down and circled around to slip past the brunette as he used his wind to power his sprints down the hall as the redhead was forced to defend against one of the other recruits.
  
  
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[Roxasarass]

// Euclid Hawthorne //
// The Omega //

Getting a good night's sleep certainly did sound quite good to him, for all he knows it's 1 or 2 AM in the morning right now and that is pretty damn late. The latest he's ever gone on a hunt for his exotic food is somewhere between 10 to 11 PM, but mostly because he's got a full-time job as a chef at some fuckin' restaurant to pay his rent and shit. But hell, after what he's seen in that brief little fight they had with the heroes, how was he supposed to sleep? For all he knew they could just come into his room and kidnap him, or even worse, try killing him. These people were still villains after all, even if he was one of them. He needed to keep his guard up, so no sleep for him then. Until he knows that he's fully safe, he's going to stay awake. All alone, in this little room of his on this oil rig. With a dead body prepped up against the wall. Hopefully nothing happens and he's just being paranoid.

And so, he spent the entire time staying up and doing almost nothing. Well, he had decided to get out of his rather uncomfortable bloody white shirt and chucked it off to the far corner of the room so that he wouldn't be smelling the blood as much anymore. He'd worn an undershirt that was significantly less bloody so he didn't have to be worried being found shirtless with the dead body of a female near him. Without his mask, he was able to breathe a bit more freely. So long as nobody's here with him, he can take it off. He doesn't trust them enough. Euclid put it in his lap and continued to do nothing but watch his door.

The alarms rang off just a few seconds after he felt that it was safe enough for him to sleep, with his head on the pillow already. It seemed like something was definitely going to happen now. Was it morning? Was that their alarm to wake up all the people, or was it the bad kind of alarm that indicated something bad was going to happen? Burying his head deeper into the pillow, forcefully covering his own ears to try and drown all of that noise was going to be hard, and he was trying. Nobody could possibly sleep through such an alarm and all the vibrations on this god-forsaken oil rig.

Heading outside of his room, Euclid put the mask that he wore on his face again. Omega was on his guard, carefully observing his surroundings just in case something had gone awry here. Did the heroes find their base already? He'd imagine it hard to find a base in the middle of the god damn ocean, especially since they do have a giant fish monster thing as a comrade. Well, whatever it was, he'd just have to keep his guard up for it.

Keeping his back to the walls as to not get ambushed from behind, Omega came to a part of the hall where he found a woman with a sword and another guy with a sword. He only caught part of what the guy with the sheathed blade said, though he supposes he should keep his guard up and be cautious still as he slowly approaches both of them. "You two. Explain what's going on right now."

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[Elenion Aura]

#9: Kill Of The Night​

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Flying, floating, falling. This sensation was unfamiliar. Alien. Dangerous. He felt his insides turn over, and thought he might be sick. Beau hated roller-coasters for this exact reason. A painful knot formed in the pit of his stomach that would not abate no matter how furiously he clutched at the bruised and throbbing skin. His head swam and his body ached. What is this feeling? he wondered. But no answer came.

His hands clenched and relaxed -- I hate it -- one after the other, or both at once. He couldn't tell. They were trembling. -- I hate it -- He snarled like some animal. He slammed his fist into the floor. -- Make it stop -- When the feeling did not pass immediately, he became frantic. -- I hate it! -- The real world dissolved, melted away before his stinging, puffy eyes. -- Make it stop. Please... --

Mumbling incoherently on hands and knees, the man forced himself upright. The pain was gone. He'd ask her to make it go away, and away it went! How precious. And as he looked at the man - no, not a man, more like a mannequin, a doll... there was no life in it... there couldn't possibly be - he found that he was smiling.

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"Hey..." He began to speak in a slow voice that sounded unfamiliar - but he recognized as his own - to the cruel and unflinching mask. "Who are you?" He held up the blade-- ah, he'd forgotten the knife in his hands; its handle had left a funny imprint in his palm. It was dripping with blood. Red food-coloring, more like. Tomato juice.

"Does this belong to you?" He asked of the hot, wet liquid trickling down his forearm. Tricky, tricky. His smile faded. He'd been tricked, somehow. It should've died already. He had been trying to kill. So why hadn't it died? He wouldn't be tricked again.

"You're pretty tough." He admitted with a casual shrug and a wave of the blade. When he spoke again he spoke his thoughts aloud. "Meh, I hate it when they fight back. Such a hassle..." He shook his head and sighed, as if disappointed in the thing for fighting for its life. How selfish of it. Frankly, he felt rather put out about the whole ordeal.

He was frowning now, and took a step forward. Pain-that-wasn't shot up his front, setting a fire in his breast, but it wasn't real, so he ignored it. "I have no idea who you are, but you should be careful who you threaten." Spoke the killer in a low voice, staring ahead with dusk in his eyes. She's mine, not yours. He took another step, shoulders hunched. His grip on the knife-handle tightened.

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[Elenion Aura]

Take me down, down to the bottom."Eh?" That was... Unexpected, to say the least. Sensing no imminent danger, Retsu let herself ease up a little. Old teachings came back to her. An avoidable fight is a fight worth avoiding. She tended to agree. And while this man may, in fact, turn out to be her enemy, she did not feel bound by any oath or honor to cross swords with him here and now. That didn't mean she was going to let him pass, or tell him any sensitive information, for that matter. But she certainly wasn't about to repay his friendly greeting with a crass attitude.

"Silver Eye, eh? What kinda name's that?" Sliding down the wall til she was plopped down on the floor, she waved for him to join her. "I ain't gonna tell ye' what I can do. 'M sure you understand, 'm just bein' prudent," she paused for effect, as the specter of a genius idea flickered across her face. "Say, since we ain't fightin', and ya seem like a respectable enough fella, how about we have a drink, you 'n me?" Whether or not he'd agreed, she was already cracking open a conspicuously produced can. After her first sip, she passed him a beverage of his very own.

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A little later on, their little soirée was broken up by another new arrival. This one - though she recognized him as one of her allies - was far less cordial.

Digging her little finger around her ear canal and flicking away what came out, Retsu shot the newcomer a sour glare. "What'zit look like - hic - we's just havin' a nice time, 'ere. Savvy? Hic.~" She giggled at her own hiccups, or at the ludicrous situation she found herself in, or perhaps she was remembering a funny joke she'd heard some years ago. She had no way of knowing for sure which it was. It didn't really matter.

"Yer welcome ta join," she spoke up after recovering from her giggling fit, gesturing a spot on the floor with her half-drunk can, "'S'long as ya check yer attitude at th'door, capiche?"

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[The Regal Rper]

Desmond
Halls​

Pacing.

Desmond paced the clearing to five halls, going in circles. Up and down, left and right, he kept his eyes on the ground, his ears alert and his senses open.

He wanted to help. But he couldn't. And he knew why. Because he, wasn't a fighter. In training back at the academy, he'd only gotten used to throwing punches without flinching, his stances were off, he left too many openings, his recovery was slow, and there was always that second of hesitation he had before actually going through with a form of attack in hand-to-hand combat. Desmond knew coming here, to this place, had been foolish. But he'd ignored it, and now he wondered why he'd done it.

"They're your bros, that's why dumbass." Pride had a point, even if he was blunt about it. Lawrence and Zack were his friends. On that day he was being kidnapped by robotic tentacles of snaring doom, they didn't run when they saw him like any normal person would've. They charged right in to free him, knowing they stood no chance, and that had touched him more than anything. He couldn't abandon them, not when they had never abandoned him. In a place like this it was rare to find good, honest people he could trust where he could trust no one. Not even the kids his age from what he could vaguely recall from all those auras he'd seen and the vibes he'd felt were candidates he felt he could truly trust. But that was why all of this unnerved him. How could he help, when he wasn't even sure how to?

"Look, dude--" Pride snapped from his position on the ground, "we just split up. Bring out the rest, you go with one I go with some and we back them up."

"But--" Pride shook his head and Desmond frowned at being cut off. He knew what his twin was going to say. They had no experience, no super strength, no super speed, no enhanced reflexes or agility, no proficiency in tool utilization, and no superhuman durability. They were complete noobs in a world of mega gamers and they knew it. Following Saint and Zeus into battle was suicide. It was stupid, so stupid that if his dad were here, he knew he'd grab him by the shoulders and give him such a glare that he'd back down instantly.

But then Pride said, "It's still worth a try." And then he did that thing, he grinned. A grin that surprised Desmond in every single way, because it was the exact opposite of his frown. When joining the academy as a rookie back home and each of the rooks had had to display their abilities, the analysts had told Desmond that his ability to make duplicates of himself with such different personalities, stemmed from his empathetic abilities. Taking parts of him and magnifying those parts in each copy so that they all represented something about Desmond he didn't know about himself. He didn't get it back then, and he still didn't now. Pride had confidence he never dreamed he could muster till his late teens to early 20s, but...he had a point. Losing his friends was worse, because it left him stuck here with no one he trusted or even cared for as close to as how he cared for them.

"A-Alright." He nodded with a bit more conviction and Pride's grin widened as he rose. "Let's go help them." Then they fist bumped, and four more Desmond's appeared out of thin air.

They never got a chance to take a step forward. One second there were six Desmond's smiling and grinning, the next-- six Desmond's winced with pain, and then six dropped to four, four became one.

"ARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"​

Clutching his head in agony, Desmond heard Saint. To be more precise, he heard him yell, like he was standing right there, right next to him now that he was on his knees and screaming right in his ear with every bit of air his friend possessed being forced right out of his lungs. Saint's voice echoed in his head like a pen echoed in a quiet room. The scream echoed for three long seconds- full of rage, disgust, fury, and so much hatred that it made Desmond shiver.

It'd been so long since he heard Saint shout, he'd almost forgotten the young adult even could or did. When he was angry he glared or gave the cold shoulder, with his powers it was easy to tell when Lawrence was mad because when he actually, genuinely, got mad he didn't show it. He rarely shouted, his voice was always level, and Desmond knew that well because a few minutes ago back in that room, even if Saint had felt concern for him pulling this grand stupid stunt, he'd sensed that he was also angry. Shouting wasn't his thing- it was a waste of time and breath Zeus had once told him when he asked. What had made him so mad to snap so quickly?

Desmond touched his shoulder, the same place his friend had undoubtedly been hurt and felt his lip quiver with fear at the brief feeling he'd just shared with him. And who had just hurt him? he thought with a trembling, sweaty palm as he drew his right hand away to see if there was in fact any blood seeping through his red shirt.

There wasn't of course, but Desmond couldn't help it, he sat there dazed in utter confusion and concern...till he felt the first licks of blood boiling fury seep from down the hall he was now sure where Saint was battling in. Feeling that was like feeling whoever was radiating that heat in the other hall. It was hot, scalding hot, it burnt, and stung and simply sensing how high the incense was made Desmond force himself back to his feet as he began stumbling with fear and concern written all over his face.

"Oh no", his eyes widened at the aura he was seeing billow faintly down the hall. He heard brief laughter from someone who's aura felt cocky, then felt the aura of two people close to one another, one he couldn't discern at all and another whose anger had also rose in reaction to Saint's. Whatever was about to happen he had to get to Saint. He had to stop him before he did something he'd regret! He didn't know why he and Zeus had come to a place like this, but Desmond made a vow as he began breaking into a jog towards the hall's entrance as fast as his shaking, sweaty legs would take him.

He wouldn't let Zeus or Saint become like these villains. He couldn't let them kill senselessly or then they'd do it and not even care! They couldn't kill another person....unless -Desmond bit his lip and felt warmth sting his eyes- unless it was absolutely necessary and the only choice they had.

"SAINT!" He screamed. "HOLD ON I'M ON MY WAY!" He knew yelling was stupid, but what else could he do? His friend needed him and every step Desmond got closer, the worse the anger and pain he felt became.

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Bright

Where she would have once acknowledged any address with her usual ‘mmm’, Bright remained silent this time, barely even registering the other girl with her, nor the giant armor in the way. The shades that hid her eyes shrouded her expression just as well, and her expression remained just as flat. But there was no mistake about the fury that she exuded.

“Don’t be daft, stranger,” she spoke finally, not to her partner, but to the lady in front of them. It was not said as a condescending remark. The tone she took was even, emotionless, calm, almost factual. With a flick of her hand, an orb appeared, just above her head, an inch or two behind her, then circled around her back, multiplying itself 5 times as it went along. The orbs flared brightly, before forming a tether to each other, forming a pentagon. The sheer brightness of the spotlights turned Bright herself into nothing but a shadow, overwhelmed by the golden flare.

“Stranger.” Her voice was unnervingly calm. The silhouette of the woman removed her shades, and tucked them into her breast pocket, before looking up at her opponent. “I’m a businesswoman. I would prefer that we took a much more diplomatic route with this. Pray, relent, so we may talk this over a nice cup of coffee. Or tea, if you’d prefer. Allow me to cut you a deal. Or would you rather that,” the silhouette snapped her right hand downwards, and what seemed to be a blade of light materialised in it, “you be what I will cut?”

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[Xel]

The PaladinOil Rig​

Paladin lay in one of the beds off to the side, still donned in his full armor save for his helmet that rested on the table nearby. He didn't trust these people. The answers given to them by monitor-head, the ambush by heroes. It all didn't sit well with him. But he knew better than to pass up a chance at sleep, especially after a long day. Of course his sleep didn't last long as sirens blared throughout the rig. Almost as soon as the sirens went off he felt knuckles rapping against his armor as he let out a sigh. "I'm beginning to regret my decision..." He sat up, reaching over to grab his helmet and slip it on as the three women whom he shared the room with all got prepared as well. Once his helmet was locked into place he looked over to Bright giving instructions to Aia. Still was an odd thing to see. But he knew better than to pry too deep, if Bright wanted to share details she would.

The following words that came out of Bright's mouth brought an unseen frown to his lips. He wasn't one for glory, he didn't much care who dealt with the enemy so long as they were dealt with. But being requested to stay and watch over the weird alien girl was a bit.... Nevertheless he slipped his hand into one of his belt's containers to pull out a cigarette to deftly slip into his helmet and light it up. "I'll keep the kid safe, so cut loose." He was sure Bright was as annoyed with the lax security as much as he was, and he knew how she could be when agitated. He watched the woman head off to battle before turning his gaze to the two girls left in his care, a puff of smoke rolling out of his helmet as he focused his attention on the still-groggy Vesper.

"If I'm suppose to keep you two safe we can't stick around here." He pulled one of his trademark handguns from it's holster as he made his way to the door. He gave a quick once-over of the direction Bright headed before looking back at the two girls. "Vesper, stick close to Aia." He knew what Vesper was capable of, he didn't have to worry too much about her. But the alien? He didn't know a damned thing about her, and considering he was asked to babysit it was a safe bet she wouldn't be much use in a fight. With his commands out of the way he gave Vesper a quick wave to follow after him as he slipped out into the hallway. He made his way in the opposite direction of Bright, leading the pair of girls around the corner as they went further into the rig in search of a way up to the top deck.

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  ~The Unknown of Outside~
  
  
  
  She didn’t know if she was supposed to take the boy seriously, not that she’d be able to if she was. She had leapt back expecting for him to let out some type of attack but it seems he just changed clothes??? Her duplicates actually dropped their weapons with the force of their laughter. She wanted to be offended but it was just so cute. How was she supposed to handle cute when all she wanted was to coo over and wrap the kiddo in blankets?
  
  Still it wasn’t like she could just ignore her orders. She had to put her own feelings aside as she lunged forwards. The bunnies were her last worry, she figured they would scatter fairly quickly. Even if they didn’t it’s not like they could do any worse than be a potential distraction.
  
  “So little Bunny Boy What do you say to a dance? As much as I’d not care I can’t really leave you to sleep, would be a mark on my name Ya ‘now.”
  
  She brought out her sword across in a low horizontal arc aiming for the kid’s knees. She couldn’t bring herself to do much more than attempt to knock him out peacefully, Wait was potential disability peacefully? Well as peacefully as she could manage anyways, no one could say that she didn't try to have a heart.
  
  “You should quit while you’re in one piece...Unless you really think you can beat me.”
  
  
  
  
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  ~Silver Eye~
  
  He was rather glad that he managed to find an agreeable target in the hall. It’d be problematic to say the least had the woman decided to attack rather than to offer him a beer. After all he’d heard about her when it came to crossing swords it’s likely they’d be on equal footing since she got the jump on him. He didn’t think a Lowblood like himself would last long. Hell even a Thinblood would have a great deal of struggles against a woman of her nature. She’s a highblood he could sense it deep in his bones. Ordinarily that would make him detest her all on it’s own… Still there was no need for that just yet. After all she’d not seemed to be a filthy animal just yet.
  
  “Silver eye is a codename naturally, it was the only thing I would accept from my brother, it was my most noticeable trait to him. Don’t think that I’m letting any info go, there is nothing you can do with that information as he’s already dead.”
  
  He took a seat by the woman placing his sword down at his side, within his reach but non threatening for the most part. He accepted the offered drink with grace that would probably not last the entire morning should he actually get a few of these down. Either way he never minded a nice cold beer even if it was a bit early for it…
  
  He was rather enjoying the idle chit chat up until the third arrived. Though he supposed that he was getting a bit off track. This masked man’s arrival may be for the best after all. He looked straight at him hoping to keep a non menacing glance even as he knew his eyes were narrowing.
  
  “It’s like The Woman says we were only talking… I bet after the night you guys had you haven’t done enough of that yet now have you. Heard from HQ that you’ve killed quite a few newbies.”
  
  He pats the ground next to him as if to invite him closer. His smile not quite reaching his eyes despite the slightly red cheeked look oh his face. The can at his feet already having been emptied.
  
  “Whoopsy hadn’t meant to let that slip… Well mister mask don’t you know walls of anonymity only bring people apart. You should remove it someday.”
  
  
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[The Regal Rper]

• The Sorceress
• The Hunter

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  Hettaru
  
  The Halls | Hall #2
  
  
  
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  “Don’t be daft, stranger,”
  
  "First thing about combat..... You never willingly let your enemy strike." ​

  
  Hettaru...cocked a brow, a calm look on her face not that it could be seen as she listened to everything both the suit and the pale one said. But the brow going north, suggested something else, perhaps somewhat surprise, perhaps offense, it didn't matter. Killing them wasn't her job. Flushing out the truth was- and that's when she finally decided to give the dead warrior attacking her a fraction of her attention, just a few seconds after the suit had finished speaking.
  
  Time took a seat, and slowed down.
  
  On her forehead, a glyph burned to life. It ignited a red glow from behind her mask and when it did, everything and everyone slowed. In reality, she wasn't slowing down time. She was speeding up her perceptions, her ability to react, her ability to perceive visual information, all of it was being enhanced to superhuman standards and it would all lead to a minor headache when all was said and done. Standing there. Not moving a muscle. She watched the giant dead warrior swing his rusted metal blade downward.
  
  To anyone watching outside of this, it took...Three, maybe, two seconds before the blade came down. From the way it swung she could tell what would happen if she dodged. ump up and he'll use his shield to knock me down. When that happens he'll either finish me before I recover, or one of his own will move cut off my movement to slow me down. Without teleportation, that is an instant death.Then ignoring the blade, Move forward to attack and he'll take the hit and be able to break a limb. Slip past and attack and those things guarding the pale one will move to defend with a 65% chance of success to injure- then her eyes turned to the suit, the blade was but three, now two feet, going to one foot away from her. Attack her directly....and she roasts me. The amount of time it would take for her to do that? she thought calmly.
  
  "255 milliseconds at best for the heat to become unbearable. Not enough time for my magic to give me the speed I need to avoid heavy damage." Hettaru sighed in her hyper enhanced time space. They owe me one for putting up with this.
  
  The blade was 9, 8, 7, 6 inches and dropping. 5, 4-- she moved by taking ten steps forward, and then found herself being overwhelmed by the shadow of the filthy mongrel's presence. That's where for one brief second, her clothes gained a golden tint before it was gone. The skin became harder, blood vessels became tougher, flesh became stronger, bones became several times, then twenty more denser, before all of it- all of it got covered in liquid metal. Trans-mutating flesh and bone to metal and hardening that metal even further with protective spells, Hettaru did exactly as the frail had probably suspected, she dodged and right as the blade touched the ground and sliced a clean cut into the metal, she looked back at it just as she was raising her first up in the best position she knew would be most lethal to deliver a blow of her own.
  
  "Hm" she hummed as everything faded back to normal time. "I'll have to watch out for this one." And then, metal met metal, and her fist collided with a chin.
  
  The sound echoed in the hall as the undead's chin slammed into Hettaru's fist. When it did, she barely felt a sting, and as the musky scented beast floundered back from the punch before it could recover and reach a height too high for her to grab, she grabbed it's helmet with a bare steel hand, and with a level of surprising strength, shifted her weight,flipped him onto his back and slammed that head into the metal ground where it would stay as she lifted a short-heeled foot up, and planted on the back of the creatures's skull. An action that didn't only leave a bodily imprint in the ground, but made a horrible shake traverse the room.
  
  Heaving a heavy sigh as she popped her back then turning her neck around to relieve stress, the masked female flexed her strange metal fingers, to rid the numb feeling travelling through them. "Well then", she stated, calmly gauging the amount of time she had in this current state. "I suppose you should start cutting, because sadly, I'm not here to negotiate." Then with her foot still propped up on the masked cretin, she gave him a powerful shove forward, sliding him against the ground like one slide a skateboard with a gentle push. He wasn't moving fast, but he was coming right at them, slightly blocking their path from them to her. And from the way he was moving, slowling him down wouldn't be easy.
  
  
  
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  Haze
  
  The Halls | Hall #1
  
  
  
  
  
  The second the girl started glowing, Haze's gaseous form surged away from the armored man. Hearing static, the gas of lavender, froze, turned then expanded to leave an opening as bolts of blue and crackles of electricity flew right at her. Leaving a gaping hole the size of a racket, the veteran grinned a unseen smile as static flew past her and light began to envelope her. It took less than a second, for the brightness to become hard to look at, it took even less for her to return to a physical form and when she did, she winced. Even with this mask, cracked and revealing chin to nose, she knew that it held no real protection with light of this volume. She was screwed if she looked right at it and screwed if she didn't protect her eyes. Thinking quick, smirking just barely, Haze dispersed her arms into their gaseous state, and thinned them out so the sleeves of her reinforced clothing became drapes. Drapes she put right over her eyes as the stinging from the light began to become unbearable.
  
  From what she could tell, even specks of light barely made it through her man-made curtain sleeves. She could feel the heat from it everywhere and could tell the light was coming from not just her but the walls, the ceiling, and even the damn floor.
  
  It was a few seconds. Maybe five, maybe six before she felt the heat of the light cool and everything that seemed to be on fire went dim. Her eyes stung, there were one or two spots as she shifted her arms back to their normal state, but she could see. And that was what mattered. Even if it was slightly blurry, it would go away, and she still had the advantage. Moving one hand to her mask, Haze slid it off and placed it to a latch on her side, no longer caring for being anonymous, she grinned, teeth full of pearly whites and sneering smiles.
  
  Rubbing both eyes with her thumb and index finger she whistled, keeping her ears open for any sign of movement or action. Not that it mattered. Nothing could hurt her unless she got stupidly careless, and being stupidly careless wasn't on her agenda today. "Damn, kid." she looked up at what's his face still grinning. "You really know how to light things up huh?" Just wait until I get near you, you little runt Letting out a sigh, keeping her insides smoky and her body ready, Haze pulled out a pack from her utility belt, took out a lighter in another, then lit up.
  
  "Ahhh" she sighed, a puff of white escaping her lips as she kept her eyes on the tin man with the toy shield. So he's the one that killed Capt. A-hole huh? she took another drag and this time grey smoke exited her nose. "Hey tin-head!" she wasn't grinning anymore, she was watching both of them carefully. Then she cocked her brow and said: "Don't make this boring alright?" Without another word, she took a long pull that ate away at her cigarette till it was half its length.
  
  "I really hate boring fights." She added, no smoke came as she said it. "Saps the fun out of everything when I kick ass." Then leaning forward, chest heaved, lips puckered, and Haze blew one giant cloud of white smoke into existence in one steady stream in just three seconds.
  
  For a few seconds, the cloud just floated there. Forming, gathering, doing nothing till it looked like it was about to disperse. Then Haze pointed right at Carbon, made a finger gun, adjusted her aim at the girl, and smirked. "Scream for me cutie. It makes things"-a dreamy sigh- "fun." Her thumb went down, and the cloud- it fired.
  
  It fired bullets full of smoke. Each one it shot out as big as a baseball, each one that left it, as hard as stone. With every fire it made, every shot that went out, the cloud diminished, shrunk, and grew smaller. Within two seconds, it'd shot 8 shots, and it kept firing. Bombarding all of its focus, not on tinhead, but the girl. She was going to be annoying, but at least she would be the most easy target. And if tin-head were actually a good guy, maybe, just maybe he'd cover her. Then, she'd get to hear him suffer also.
  
  And if he attacked? Haze felt a pleasant tingle tickle her spine as she watched everything unfold, Well, guess I'll just have to make an opening in that suit of his...won't I big guy?
  
  
  
  
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[Space_Kaiser]

Alan || Carbon Dragon

After releasing his burst of electricity towards the crazed woman, Alan saw that she avoided it expertly. This meant that she had a large amount of control over her form, however not enough to resist electrical attacks well. Well at least to his judgment. Once the light had full subsided his optics readjusted to normal levels and he could now see the outlines clearly on his visor once more. He saw that the girl reverted to her physical form once more, and had taken off her mask. He remained behind his shield, but significantly less now that the threat was analyzed and she posed to threat to his physical being easily. As he stared at her she began speaking more, but her grin was gone. He continued to give off his intimidating glare, something that could still be felt through his helmet and even shield. "I don't care if this is a boring fight, just as long as the ones left standing is me and her." He said motioning towards Prism. Alan said that without any special meaning, saying it simply because she proved to be an ally in this case.

Carbon then watched the other girl take a large inhale from her cigarette and unlike the previous time's none came out as she spoke. Normally this is something he could easily look over, however that changed when she puffed it out and it stayed there within a ball. Instead of specializing in a singular path she branched out to manipulate all kinds of smoke. Again she still couldn't hurt Carbon, in fact, for him, it might have made it easier. Although she could use types of smoke that electricity doesn't conduct well in, that didn't matter too much to him. She then said something very sadistic, which made him sigh. Sigh at the fact he has dealt with many of these types and it was getting very old. When she pointed her finger gun at him, he readied behind his shield, but she quickly turned it towards Prism. She then fired bullets from her literal smoking gun and began to strike prism. He had to come up with a plan quickly. He could easily jump in the way, although by doing so he would pin himself. He could move and try to shoot her himself, although she would notice by then.

This left only one realistic option for Alan, he would have to do what he did earlier and what he did to White Suit. While it would be slightly different than what he did with White Suit, the tactic would be the same. By now his ambush jets where fully charged and ready to go. She was just less than ten feet away from him, and his ambush jets go six meters a second. Ten feet is half that, meaning he'd slam into her with immense impact and force in a time frame of just at or less than half a second. He had settled on it, his plan of attack. Alan knew that she'd probably be expecting him to strike her, however striking that fast? Well, he will have to see. Suddenly after only two seconds of firing at Prism, he launched himself shield first straight into the lady. He slammed with immense force and impact weighing three hundred and ten pounds, with it feeling like a few dozen more from the sheer velocity he was moving that weight, right into the lady. In less than half a second he went from a standstill onlooker to attacking with such velocity that any normal person would be killed by such a force.

Interactions: Prism ( Lappi ) Haze ( The Regal Rper )​

 

[simj26]

BrightShe clicked her tongue in annoyance. For one, her ‘partner’ was more hindrance than help, and she would have to waste yet more of her storage just to get rid of the current obstruction that was rolling towards them. Ignoring the threat of being steamrolled entirely, Bright moved forwards, taking long strides as she did, until the giant hunk of armor was just within arm’s reach. And reach out with her arm she did, as she effortlessly backhanded the giant to the right, slamming it straight through the wall beside her. Immediately after it exited her way, the balls that orbited behind her froze, and sent their own payloads howling down the hallway, miniature blasts compared to the first one she had sent earlier, but encompassing the hallway just as well. The beams, however, were not aimed anywhere close to the opponent, and they zipped past the masked lady in front of them harmlessly.

“They’re not paying you enough to get skewered by light particles.” Bright muttered and reached into a pocket with a free hand and removed a metal, rectangular container. With a wave of her other hand, the sword of sunlight burst into tiny orbs that immediately seeped into her outstretched hand, until there was but one left. She depressed a switch on the side of the container and a cigarette snapped out of the corner, upon which she clasped between her lips and drew the rest out. Very calmly, she raised the orb of light to the cigarette, lighting it up, and closed her fist, absorbing the ball of light. She took in a deep breath, then exhaled the smoke from her nostrils, before removing it from her mouth, and discarding the ashes with a tap.

“Please don’t try to give me orders, lass.” She finally said, but this time, it was aimed towards the girl behind her. “You’re part of a problem that I have to solve, so be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth shut, alright?”

She turned her attention back to the lady in front of her. “We know how this will end, and I’m not going to pay for both our laundries. I’ve my hands full enough.” Bright folded her arms, pinching the cigarette between her index and middle finger, her eyes staring straight ahead at the lady, maintaining eye contact. “You could easily bring this bloody place down around us, and yet, you chose to confront us alone. And without wrecking the whole establishment. Why is that? With your powers, you could just sink this bloody thing. No, you are more powerful than just tossing chunks of metal, I’ll recognise that much. More so than this sorry lot.” She sighed. “I hope we can continue this when less stringent restrictions are present, but shall we end this game of charades? It is folly to continue when both of us are so limited.”

Sunny D

Daniel Reaving
The Regal Rper

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Aia

Aia was startled awake when the alarms went off. Shooting into an upright position on Brights bed as she watched the doors open. Then Bright awoke and almost instantly ran off to battle after telling Aia to stay. But needless to say Aia died to follow and had followed Bright to the door before watching her run off. Looking back to the other two as they awoke as well and prepped for battle. When the armored man awoke he quickly got ready before he pulled a weapon out. Telling the other girl in the room something before he had moved twoard's the door. Taking as a sign they where going to join Bright Aia smiled brightly at her mothers companions before she darted off out into the hallway. Rushing down the way Bright had gone, it was easy to follow her scent too. Soon Aia came to the hallway Bright, Isla, and the stranger was. Silently Aia peeked her head around the corner. "Mama?" She called softly as she looked over the scene before her with curiosity. There was a floating girl, about 7 others who seemed spoiled, Mom and a stranger. It was clear they had been fighting. Would this mean Bright would let Aia eat the stranger once shes killed. The stranger did look rather delicious under that armor and she was fit and healthy to. Leaning her head more around the corner Aia took a couple sniffs in the direction of the chaos before her tongue gently poked out of her mouth as she watched the scene before her waiting for the most opportune moment to join in and help mother. Per usual Aia was devoid of any clothing as she sat at the corner to the hallway waiting for the right time ti come in.
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Isla

The giant undead grunted as it was bashed around before getting tossed at its master. Quickly starting to regain its self but before it could counter back at the enemy the suit decided to intervene by throwing it through a wall. Honestly this bitch was pissing Isla off. There had been so many ways to strategically use her undead against there enemy but this Bitch just had to be the "Im the badass one so step aside and let me conquer the fucking world all by myself" type, it was honestly infuriating to be around but Isla kept her cool. It only took about 10 seconds before the undead knight walked back through the hole with a deep raged growl. When the suit addressed the enemy as well as Isla. she growled quietly. "You know what." She growled as her anger started to boil over due to this woman but she quickly reeled it back in and took a deep breath as she gently lowered her self to the ground. Steeping from the circle the 6 small undead seemed to have the life drained from them as magical circles appeared under them and swallowed them up hole before disappearing. Still the big one remained though as Isla came to the suits side and watched there enemy while the big guy took a place behind the girls. "If you were actually smart they wouldn't have been an obstruction and this enemy of ours would already be subdued or Dead." Isla stated softly in a tone that suggested Bright was an utter idiot. Sure bright had thrown an attack but the way it went off showed a clear aiming to miss her target which was that much more infuriating. Honestly though Isla wasn't happy with this Negotiation. This woman and an unknown number of others had attacked there new base. So why the fuck where they trying to negotiate with them? It was stupid to be negotiating when combat was why they came here. If there attackers wanted to kill all of them they would have just bombed the base but it as clear they didn't want to kill them so there where three other options here. Either they wanted to capture all or most of them, They where here for something in that base and not the villains themselves, or they where there for something else entirely. Either way these attackers where the enemies so why was the suit negotiating with them?
simj26 The Regal Rper​

 

[Lappi]

Abigail "Abby" Vilheim (A.K.A. Prism) ​

Items Carried

Her Mac-10 is currently on the floor. The rest of her kit is holstered neatly into her suit.

Spoiler: Link to CS

Realistic/Modern - Heroes Will Fall [CS]

Interactions/Mentions

The Regal Rper (Haze) Space_Kaiser (Carbon)

Post

Prism could not hear a word coming out of the unknown women's mouth. At-first it was just a slight muggy feeling but it quickly evolved into a brain splitting migraine. Prism held her head while on the ground, The pain was only comparable to being shot. Prism could barely see, It was all a blur. Though after a recovery period Prism attempted to go invisible, only to fail miserably and grunt in pain. Still on her hands & knees, all Abby could do was stand. After much effort, with every little action having to be thought upon as she did it. Prism finally stood up, straight up.

The second she stood, her mind started to clear slightly. Prism heard the unmasked lady speak through the white noise. Only one sentence. One sentence. That sent shivers down her spine.

"Scream for me cutie. It makes things"-a dreamy sigh- "fun."

That was the last thing she heard before being knocked across the face with a ball of rock hard smoke. The mask was knocked loose & Prism was knocked to the ground once more. Taking 7 more of the same, Prism was trying to squirm and dodge but failed. Being knocked against the ground with a hard thank from a hit to the gut. Baby yelled out in pain. It was loud, highpitched and it echoed throughout the hallway. Even a pain tolerance like her's couldn't take this beating. The ringing in her ears had become stronger, her grip on her pistol had become tighter, her own nails had been to dig into her flesh. Her whole body was shaking from pain alone. Her mask fell off her head by now, being knocked across the ground towards the 2 fighting. It barely had a dent in it.

Once the shots were over, Prism had not recovered. Whimpering from her wounds under her breath. Just loud enough to be audible, Abby's body was not built for taking a beating. Breaths taken were loud and pained. Blood had begun to pool in her mouth, her wounds were not fatal. But were extremely debilitating. The padding in her armor stopped anything from being permanently damaged. Whatever she sustained didn't stop her from standing up. Leaning onto the wall for support. Though she was unstable, The slightest movement could knock her over.

"Im going to wear your ears in a fucking necklace and feed the rest of you to the crows!!!"

Her speech was slurred and her movements were sloppy.

Prism was mad, furious even. Ready to charge her with a combat knife and pistol. Then Carbon charged. She had not expected that, but it was a welcome relief. She collapsed to the floor, landing on her but. Then reached into her coat. Pulling out her .223 and preparing to fire. Waiting for when she became physical. .223 is a fast caliber, it might just outpace her abilities. At 4000 FPS with her specialty ammo. Though it was hard to even think, much less see or react quickly to what she was seeing. Her mind was slowly clearing up though it was impossible to deny the difficulty to aim here.

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