Realistic or Modern Shattered GLASS [A Modern Superhuman Story] (Always Open)

[Deucalion]

GLASS Warehouse 17
Lieutenant Manuel Clarke, X-Rank

Death, despair and all too much damage done. Manuel hated it, but what else was he supposed to do? He acted on instinct, formulating plans on the fly to subdue a dangerous criminal in as little time as possible. Thus, a wave of relief washed over him as the last-second use of the anti-power field worked. One target became two, and it became clear to the commander just how Cinder had used such unprecedented amounts of power. She was enhanced by someone else. "Subdue the other hostile!" He quickly called out, sending other GLASS agents to hold on to and cuff the "Booster" they just had discovered, while Manuel turned his attentions to Cinder.

Then, the flashbangs began.

The first bomb was disorienting, making Manuel stagger, but it was not as bad as it could have been. Luckily, modern tactical gear was made to alleviate the impact of flashbangs. In fact, the insulating nature on surrounding sound was exactly why he used an earpiece. The flash, meanwhile, was bad but ever so slightly protected against by the goggles on his gas mask. As such, it did not take him terribly long to begin sprinting, making his way towards Cinder at commendable speed, reflexively turning his head away from the following flashbangs and shutting his eyes to help against the stun further, making them a comparably minor hindrance to what they could be. He had dealt with flashbangs and worse from Iraqi forces in the past, and he was not going to let Cinder slip away like that after all the lives she had stolen. He felt a push of force moving by him, making him stagger, but he paid it no mind. His focus was entirely on his target.

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[CrimsonEclipse]

Ella 'Cinder' Ashton​

Location: Outside Warehouse 17​

Cinder had been pretty sure that she'd get away cleanly, oh boy was she wrong. When she looked back to see if no one was following her, she could see a male agent starting to gain on her. "Oh shit!" She cursed, starting to run faster. Obviously she wouldn't get to outrun the guy. He's a trained agent and, without her powers, she's just a teen who had a few self defense training ad is barely fit. The telekinetic blasts weren't helping her as well, making her stumble and trip.

Then it came, the worst, dumbest, stupidest, craziest idea that has ever popped up in her head. It's pretty fucking stupid, it could get her killed, but it may help her escape as well. She waited for it, the strongest telekinetic blast, and instead of dodging it or trying to tough it out, Cinder did something else. She jumped in the direction the blast is going and purposely getting caught up in it. "ARRGH!" She screamed out in pain, thr blast fracturing bones and bruising flesh. It hurts so fucking bad but Cinder kept a grip on her consciousness. Despite the pain, the psychopath was grinning underneath her mask.

"Yes!!" She yelled out before wincing and groaning in pain. She could feel her powers coming back to her! The blast had given her the push she needed to escape to escape the power negation field, that's what she calls it, and to barely escape yhe clutches of her pursuer. Without wasting another moment, Cinder turned into a condensed cloud of smoke and drifted into the sky. "I'LL GET MY REVENGE ON YOU YOU FUCKING CHEATERS!" She shouted once she was airborne and away from their grip. "Um, not sure if this is how it works, but Booster got caught." Cinder said out loud, trying o get in contact with that telepath girl that ARK had.

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[Doctor Nope]

Warehouse 17
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"...Now you're just being a fucking troll"
Ecto was just pissed now. She had already tried this trick before, so he wasn't surprised at this like the first time. This meant he could respond immediately. The reason he could manipulate air and not smoke was simply because he was used to being in contact with air molecules. Smoke's particles were too unfamiliar and in too little numbers for him to manipulate directly yet. He may not be able to grab her specifically, but he could cause air drafts as demonstrated before. Now air was just flowing towards him, with him trying to suck the cloud of cinder back to the ground.
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[Daniel Reaving]

Leonardo Rooker
Hale National Bank

The armor lost all capabilities on the left arm. The exosuit was still intact but she hit the exact spot where she disabled all weapons systems on the left arm. But he wasn't so foolish to back down, even though she's young and she's a girl, she's still a criminal. The body would then be tossed aside by him and suddenly he saw her in front of him, a fist that would surely be his downfall.... But suddenly something kicked in, he could suddenly see in slow motion. He thought it was because he trained for years honing his reflexes but in truth, he was a superhuman as well. His powers although subtle gives him an edge in most fights and he doesn't even know he has this power. A normal human would not have any time to react, but suddenly he blocked her punch with all the exosuit power to his right arm, dampening the blow to the point that he felt nothing. Keep in mind all power is now forced to the right arm, that means that the right arm is now probably strong enough to topple an entire building. "No more" he said in his distorted metallic voice. Suddenly he reverted all power to both his arms used his left arm to grab her face.... No not her head, her actual face and he lifted her, then straight up pummeled down to the ground, shaking the building, cracking the concrete and making a shockwave strong enough to topple anyone in a 5 feet radius.

Meanwhile in the suit, there is an AI that helps him. It suddenly displayed "Force from impact has cracked a rib, multiple wounds in lower leg section, recommended to find medical assistance immediately."
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Daniel Reaving

Annabel "Warhead" Harley
Location: Hale National Bank

Annabel was surprised that he reacted quick enough to catch her, though he could have at least caught her by the throat or something else, not the face. then before she knew it he had slammed her down and pummling down on her. she didnt fight back mostly because it as obvious he had no idea what her powers were. So she just laid there and let him beat her down and fill her up with power after about minuet of this she lifted her legs up quickly and drove them in to his stomach. an explosion rocketing from her feet on contact sending him flying up hard into the ceiling with brutal force. Annabel giggled happily as she stood up seemingly perfectly fine except for torn clothes. "Oh what a fool you are batsy. you really should study up on your opponents abilities before you charge them head on if you had then you would have known that taking me on like that and pummling me to the ground only makes me stronger and more powerful." she said as she watched the last of the money be loaded up and hauled off. "since you gave me so much delicious energy ill just tell you what i can do. In other words im sort of a biological battery able to absorb any energy then use it against my enemies. Set off a grenade in my face......." she said as she pulled one from her pockets and pulled the pin and let go of the handle. after a second it went off in a fiery explosion of smoke and flame. though after a second the fire quickly got sucked back as if time was being reversed. as the smoke cleared annabel was standing there a ball of bright energy and fire between her hands as it quickly shrunk seeming to be sucked into her hands before it as all gone leaving her with an insane smile. "i just become stronger... drop a nuke on me.. the same thing will happen. but of course the fun part comes after ive got it." she said as a ball of energy appeared in on of her hands and she threw it at him makng it go off when it got within a 5 foot radius

 

[Deucalion]

GLASS Warehouse 17
Lieutenant Manuel Clarke, X-Rank​

"No!"

His scream was a mix of desperation and frustration as Cinder transformed and took off as an inky cloud of black smoke. The commander could just make out what was going on through the afterimages burned into his retinas after the flashbangs, but he immediately leaped through the air, reaching for the criminal. He reached, stretched, probably looking plain ridiculous as the grown man held up his hand for the sky, fingertips away from Cinder's smoke but not quite reaching...

And then, the winds quite literally shifted. A draft that could not be explained in any other way than "supernatural" pulled down, bringing the smoke back towards the ground, Manuel's eyes widening. She was in reach.

As Cinder was pushed down by the telekinetic gust, Manuel was right there, plunging his hands into the smoke. A second's touch was all he needed, and it was done.

"Game over, kid..!"

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[Sleepy Asian]

Leonardo Rooker
Hale National Bank

The kick sent him up to the ceiling and he cracked 3 ribs, he drops down to his knees as it's visible that the synthetic mesh that tightly covers his mouth and mimics his mouth's movements are now bloody. He then was blasted away by the ball, landing on some rubble. If it wasn't for his armor and years of hard training, he would've been unconscious and even dead by now, but he held on. The truth is, he never meant to win this fight. Annabel "warhead" Harley has been committing a handful of crimes with no one to stop her, so this time he lasted..... Barely 8 minutes. In 5, he was able to scan her. How the red devil beats his foes is by starting off slow by giving her the edge, for her to underestimate him. This though will lead him to be able to scan her, now he knows every inch of her body. How her powers work, how high is she, how heavy is she, how much does she sleep hell even her bra size. Whatever he needed to know, he now knows. For now, he lays back, his spine cracked, 4 of his ribs broken, multiple lacerations on his body, his mouth coughing out blood.... Just another day in this city.
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Daniel Reaving

 

[WhipDing]

Renae Hopson "Telegram" - ARK Hideaway, Locations Unknown

Renae had only been paying a small amount of attention to the skirmish that was taking place around the warehouse - the raid had been a great success, after all. Christine had delivered more than enough for them to get a better of what was exactly in those crates, and James was looking them over right this moment. If Cinder wanted to pick a fight outside of that, it had nothing to do with her. Still, it had been worth keeping on eye on, if only to see how the two superhumans worked in tandem. Which, evidently, they did very well.

But then... something strange happened. She instantly lost contact with both of them with no real warning. The implication, of course, being that both had been either knocked unconscious or perhaps even killed. This, while surprising, wasn't abnormal. What was, though, was that she re-established contact with Cinder a few moments later, who was lucid enough to send her a mental message (and a verbal one too, apparently).

"Why, what's going on? How are they--"

The link cut off yet again. There was something there blocking her ability - this wasn't unprecedented, but the fact that GLASS apparently had access to that kind of technology wasn't something ARK had previously ever reported. She briefly considered sending in some more bodies, but that was hardly useful if she couldn't 'see' what was going on.

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Alexis Morton "Pura" - Warehouse 17

Negating the ability of both Cinder and Booster simultaneously proved to be incredibly draining for Alexis, especially as she was only expecting to be dealing with one person's abilities. She managed to sustain it a little while longer, but it began increasingly more difficult just to keep pace. As such, as soon as she saw that Cinder had left the area of effect, she dissipated the field entirely.

The whole ordeal has left her both physically and mentally exhausting. She dropped to her knees, resting her head against her chest for a moment. She'd remained awake, but she wasn't going to be doing anything useful for a while after.

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[FireMaiden]

WAREHOUSE 17
Delilah Harolds​

She was calling them cheaters? Really? They wetnt the ones using cheap tricks and another person power. The other man could merge with others and make them stronger. Belief it or not, Delilah did her research, and often read reports she could get her hands on. This isn't the first time they had run to it either one of them, and now, they should have at least one under wraps. Cinder for now, was managing to escape. She immediately had some of the remaining C rank restrain him. Her attention then turned to Manuel.

She nearly winced at the desperation in his voice, but a smile spread across her face as he nullified and got Cinder. A very, very bittersweet victory on their end, if it could even be called a victory. So many lives were lost, yet luckily, they had survived. Turning to thank Alexis for her help, She sighed. It was obvious she had little or no field experience. Walking over, she nodded to Alexis. "Good job. You hurt?" She asked, not even realising she had been injured. Delilah's left side, a little above her hip, was bleeding. And rather heavily, it was a wonder she hasn't noticed. Deucalion WhipDing CrimsonEclipse Doctor Nope

 

[CrimsonEclipse]

Ella 'Cinder' Ashton​

Location: Outside Warehouse 17​

Cinder was having a meltdown. She had at last, at the fucking last, had te chance to escape, when all of a sudden she felt her smoke cloud getting pulled towards the ground. "That fucking telekinetic!!! I'd kill every last one of you fuckers, I swear!!" She roared in outrage as she tried to resist the pull, to break free from it. It was all for naught though when she felt something touch her and she returned back to normal.

At this point most would just give up and accept that they've been caught or try to resist by physically attacking their captor, not this crazy bitch though. She pulled something out of her hoodie, and while at first it may seem like another flashbang, it was in fact a live grenade. Before anyone could react, Cinder unhesitantly pulled the pin and held te handle to keep it from going boom. "Stay the fuck where you are or they're gonna be scraping us off the floors. And if you fucking think that it will only hurt me, then fucking think again." She said as she unzipped her hoodie. Inside was an assortment of things, but that is not what would catch their attention. It was the two C-4s strapped on her sides.

"Tell your fucking telekinetic not to move or do anythjng or I'm blowing myself sky high." She said, a maniacal grin underneath her mask. "And don't you fucking think for a second that I'm bluffing, because I'm sure as hell not. Would ypu like to try me hih? I dare you!! I double dare you mother fucker!!!" She shouted, a crazy laugh erupted from her after sayjng that. "Oh god, I actually got to say it! Oh man, that was awesome!!"

She wasn't even trembling while holding the grenade which could explode if she made a single mistake. "And think of the headlines when I blow up! 'This just in, the wannabe heroes GLASS just blew up a kid and arrested a poor innocent man who was just hiding from the chaos GLASS caused!' Oh man, wish I could see that look on your fucking faces when that happens. You're on thin ice my friend, and you know that. GLASS doesn't exactly have the stellar reputation that you guys claim to have. Someone somewhere will always seek your downfall, and when I die horribly from an explosion, you can be sure that those fuckers will use that to tear you giys apart."

She said to the man, making sure the grenade is always in his point of view. "And if you think for a second that I would chicken out because I'm a fwucking kwid whose afwaid to dwie, then fuck you motherfucker and fuck this world cause I'm blowing myself up." she said, saying some horrible words in a mocking, cutesy, baby voice. "So fucking let go of me and fucking let me go, you fucking get it you fucker?" She said to him, pulling the grenade closer to the
C-4s.

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[WhipDing]

Alexis Morton "Pura" - Warehouse 17

"I'm alright, I just... need a break."

Alexis wasn't sure why so was so mentally exhausted, to be honest. She'd been conservative with her ability, only really using it in a big way once. There wasn't really a good reason for it, other than that she'd ended cancelling two powers instead of one - but even that didn't really explain it.

She raised her head back and up and looked at the other woman. She also didn't really notice the gaping wound in Delilah's side, being far too distracted by the headache that was slowly building in her mind. This was only made worse when she stood up, the sudden movement enough to cause her vision to blur out of focus for a moment. Looked like she was pretty physically drained too.

At least it was over now.

...Well, of course, it wasn't. She barely had enough capacity left to really process what Cinder was doing, but she knew it wasn't good. Even if it would've made a difference, Alexis' own powers were more or less disabled right now - she couldn't safely use them again.

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[Doctor Nope]

Warehouse 17
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Ecto kept his hands behind his back, not moving.
"How are you keeping all this shit in your damn hoodie..?"
Cinder clearly wasn't fucking around. She had even thought ahead to the headlines that could occur. There was one thing that she didn't really consider, though.

Nobody had to tell the press anything.

As Cinder began rambling to Manuel about not bluffing, she would suddenly find herself unable to breath properly. It didn't look like Ecto was doing anything at all, but he was telekinetically applying pressure to her neck and windpipe. The goal here was to have her pass out. Ecto wasn't really worried at all, as even if she tried to detonate he'd most likely be able to contain the shrapnel and shockwaves. Of course, she had to realize what he was doing before she could detonate for no reason, and Ecto was currently still as a stone just as she had requested him to be.

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[FireMaiden]

WAREHOUSE 17
Delilah Harolds​

The smaller woman managed to catch Alexis before she hit the ground. She then noticed the wound. (Btw, I meant it was Delilah who was wounded). "Oh shit...one of this bullets just be hit...oh you've got to be kidding me!" This crazy bitch wasn't gonna letbup would she. I mean, come on. Just give up already. She was spouting nonsense about how nobody would believe them, and how their reputation wasn't as good as they claimed. Only half of that was true. GLASS was military organization while ARK was a bunch of terrorist. Who would the people really support? Besides, if that little bitch died, they were doing their job. WhipDing Deucalion Doctor Nope

 

[Deucalion]

GLASS Warehouse 17
Lieutenant Manuel Clarke, X-Rank​

He had gotten too careless. Cocky. As soon as he felt the smoke grow solid between his fingers and pulled, Manuel had assumed the battle won. That is when Cinder slipped out of his very faint grip and on pure instinct, he pulled a handgun from the holster at his side, aiming it at the ARK member. A goddamned explosive, and she pulled the pin without hesitation. After all that he had seen and heard today, he did not doubt Cinder's words in the slightest. Madwoman, nothing else, but he was not lowering his firearm. If worst came to worst, he would have to shoot her, but he hoped that would not be the case. "Cinder, listen to me." He spoke slowly, doing what he could to connect to the girl. "ARK already got what they came for. We've already lost plenty of people on our side. Fellow human beings, people to bury and grieve for." He was breathing slowly, keeping eye contact with the girl. "Don't add yourself or anyone else to that list. I'm not saying that you don't know what you're doing, but the judges will look favorably on you knowing your youth. Throw the grenade away. It does not have to be this way."

Of course, while his tone was attempting to be pacifying, he was mentally running through all the data he had to do something about the situation. She pulled the pin, but was preventing the grenade to light. The common internal fuse of a common American military-grade hand grenade was four point five seconds. He had dealt with those before, he knew. They were still close enough to one another, if things escalated, he could probably get that grenade out of here in that time. Pistol still raised, voice calm, he continued running through options as he spoke to the crazed girl, going for one last, desperate bluff. "...We have energy absorbers here already, Cinder. Myself included. Powers are not the only thing we can negate, I will let you know." Another deep breath. "Any sudden movements and I will shoot, Cinder. You won't achieve anything, we'll contain the explosion, all you will be doing is throwing your own life away for nothing. Throw the grenade away." He could hear the murmur of soldiers behind him, but Manuel did not care. No matter how bad she was, he did not want to see more death today. Tense as he was, he had not even noticed what Ecto was doing.

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[CrimsonEclipse]

Ella 'Cinder' Ashton​

Location: Outside Warehouse 17​

Out of nowhere, Cinder suddenly burst into a maniacal fit of giggling. "D-Do you really think I care for my life? Oh you stupid fuckers, why would I even be doing this if I'm afraid to lose my life? I'd rather die than get capture by you pathetic fucks! You who parade yourselves as protectors, as saviors when all you really want is to control the city and to have power over it! At least we are honest and we don't try to cover it up by petty excuses!" She screamed, going on to a crazy rant.

"I will not be like you worthless scums who live your entire lives shackled by morality and law! I will live to be as free as I want and to take what I want! I have been given these powers for my own use, and I shall use it to tear apart the flimsy disguise you all wear and I will forcibly rip off your masks of deceit!"

Cinder still had a lot to say, but se felt something constricting your throat. "T-Tell your telekinetic, not to be cheeky. E-Either he stops, or I blow us s-sky high." She stuttered, wheezing and coughing as she fights for breath but still never looking away from the man. "B-Besides *cough* I-I'll die anyway when *cough* w-when I let go. The grenade *wheeze* is short fused, made in Russia. W-Will go boom *cough cough* in .5 seconds. S-So I-I-I'll still die with *cough wheeze* without my powers." She said, her face turning red as she fought for air.

Cinder pulled te grenade close to her abdomen when the C-4s are nearby. The grenade, due to its short fuse, should at least explode the C-4s before they can fully cancel out the blast. The grenades costs a lot of money, more than regular grenades, since it still had to be smuggled to her, but since she had the money she saw no reason to splurge on it. She had to make sure that se at least die just in case they do have energy negators. "L-Last c-call *wheezes* w-what's it gonna be?"

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[Deucalion]

GLASS Warehouse 17
Lieutenant Manuel Clarke, X-Rank​

Shit. She wasn't listening. Every word he uttered only brought her further into hysterics. What the hell had this girl been through to make her think like this? It couldn't just be a spoiled lifestyle, he didn't buy that. Still, though. Custom-made grenades, especially for this purpose... What the hell had been running through her mind when she made that order. Why would she? The lieutenant kept his gun trained on Cinder, doing all he could to regulate his breathing. Keeping his own pulse down. Keeping his mind sharp. He could crash later, but right now, he needed to be at his best, no matter how disturbing this whole situation was. "...Okay." Seemingly, he relented. "Okay, I will call off the telekinetic. I will raise my hand to activate my earpiece now, so do not be alarmed by my sudden movements, alright? It's going to be fine." He was threading on thin ice, he knew that already, he was hardly trained for this, he was dealing with the situation as well as he could.

Slowly, he brought one of his hands from his pastel and to the side of his helmet, activating the earpiece. With the insulated gear he was wearing, he lowered his tone further to muffle his voice even more, making it virtually impossible for Cinder to hear what he was saying over the few yards between the two of them. He struck up a contact with his squad. "...Whoever the telekinetic is, lay off the grip you are applying to Cinder's throat. Rather, concentrate everything you can on moving that damn grenade. When I say go, I want you to launch that explosive as far straight up into the air as you can manage. It's got a fuse of roughly half a second, meaning we'll need as much force as we can manage. If you can form a... Shell, or telekinetic bubble or something along those lines around the thing to contain the explosion, do that. You don't need to block the entire blast, just minimize it as much as possible while launching it. Straight up, aim for the blown-up roof. Everyone else, scatter."

With his orders made, he saw the GLASS soldiers back off from the Cinder and himself. At this point, only he and Cinder if anyone would be caught in the blast radius once the telekinetic launched the thing. Still, if he was lucky, they were going to survive this. And if not... Well, it had been an alright life, at least. He spoke up again, once again loud enough for Cinder to hear. Both of his hands moved back to the pistol. "There! You should feel the grip around your throat loosening in just a second. I ordered the rest of the soldiers to back off, considering the risk of an explosion. That's okay, right? We can still talk something out here." He was not changing his tone with her at all. As long as he kept faux-bargaining, she shouldn't notice that anything was wrong. Silently, he made another helmet-covered whisper into his comm link. "On three, telekinetic... One..."

"Two..."

At the three, of course, he intended to throw himself forward, immediately dropping all pretense of negotiating. An unexpected slam into the arm holding the grenade was all it was going to take, to get her grip to loosen just slightly and let the other GLASS agent launch the grenade as high up as humanly possible in that short timeframe, at the very least saving the two of them from a fatal blast. It did also have a secondary effect, however.

It allowed Manuel to tackle Cinder once the grenade was sent away from the two of them, getting the skin-on-skin contact necessary to negate her powers again and covering her far smaller body with his own, offering protection from the resulting grenade blast. His duty was to protect the citizens of Hale. That included this kind of scum, no matter what he thought about it himself.

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[FireMaiden]

WAREHOUSE 17
Delilah Harolds​

This mother fucker is fucking crazy, what the hell is he doing? She managed to pick up a little bit of the radio chatter though it was quiet. Her ear peace was hanging loosely around he hear, but could still just barely hear. His plan was gonna get him blown up if he couldn't either move in time, or the telekentic didnt react. Of course, She could do something, but that would leave Alexis without support, and she was in no position to rush over and kinda throw Cinder and Manuel outta the way. Then get pretty roughed up and you know, that would really suck. But she was looking blood, so she had to hang back, just hoping that it would work. If it didnt, She was gonna kick his ass. Deucalion WhipDing CrimsonEclipse Doctor Nope

 

[Doctor Nope]

Warehouse 17
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Ecto backed off, releasing his grip on Cinder's threat. He instead focused on the grenade, intending to throw it up as instructed. This actually did seem like a better idea than he had in mind.

He heard Manuel say three. He used as much force as he could to send the grenade up, figuring that would be enough to get it at a safe distance. As it exploded, the explosion only seemed to go so far as it was contained by his telekinetic bubble

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[Deucalion]

GLASS Warehouse 17
Lieutenant Manuel Clarke, X-Rank
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"Three!"

As soon as the words had been said, Manuel rushed forward as noted, breaking from his standstill and into a full sprint seemingly out of nowhere. He covered the distance between Cinder and himself in no time flat, throwing himself forward to tackle Cinder to the ground. With the shockwave from above pushing her down if she transformed into smoke and her broken bones from throwing herself into the last shockwave outside of smoke form, where was she going to go? This time, he intended to pin her arms to the ground as they collided, making damn sure that she had no more tricks up her sleeve.

The shockwave from the grenade still pushed through the bubble to a certain degree, and Manuel could feel the energy slam into his back with a bout of sudden pressure, prompting a low cough. Still, his armor and the bubble took the worst of it, and it did little to stop what he was planning to do.

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[CrimsonEclipse]

Ella 'Cinder' Ashton
Location: Outside Warehouse 17​

Once Cinder heard him say three, she felt an invisible force rip the grenade free from her hand. 'What the fuck did I expect from these pathetic fucking cheaters?' She thought to herself once the grenade was pulled from her hand. At the same instant, the GLASS agent rushed towards Cinder. Obviously he'd try to tackle her, maybe even keep a more solid grip on her due to the previous encounter.

Cinder leaped as far back as she could. She'd try to run, but she's her body is battered and bruised, some bones are even broken, so she doubted that she could even run fast enough to outrun the stupid power negating fuck. As she leapt back, she reached inside her hoodie. However, before her hands could get even close to the hoodie, the man had tackled her. He pinned her arms and hands, ensuring that she wouldn't be able to try anything else.

"NOOOO!!! Fucking let me go!!'" She screamed as she kept slamming her head (mask) on his head. She kept kneeing her groin and legs, trying to get him to let go. "No!! Stop that! Let me go!!!!" She kept shouting as she struggled. Her worst fears were coming true, and unless she could reach inside her hoodie, the was no way that she could get away.

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[Borkus Lazorus]

G.L.A.S.S H.Q - Workshop 5



1812 Overture. He'd never grown tired of it. There was something to be said about Tchaikovsky's orchestral pieces that he had grown acquainted to in the last few years. Perhaps, it was a sign of his developing musical tastes. The rhythm, the timbre, the melody, the overall dynamics of the orchestra working in symphony with one another. After all, music was often used as stress-relief in most scenarios. Most scientific peered studies confirmed this, although, he did a test on his dopamine and cortisol levels just to make sure. Just to make sure, of course.

He made a mental note on his mind to record down the effects of music on neural activity on his own private data-files after finishing the task at hand.His right hand moved slightly, grasping a joystick that manually controlled the large mechanical waldo to finish the last of the micro-sutures on his chest. It'd been his own design, of course. Unlike most sterilized threads, the material that comprised the sutures would be invisible and was completely organic, designed to meld in with his own physiology unlike most artificial stitches. The region of skin surrounding the suture was slightly rough to the touch but other than that, perfect as it could possibly be with the resources he had on hand.

His surgical gloves were taken off his hands with a wet, stick snap as blood and viscera covered the plastic fingertips. He walked slowly towards a mirror, examining himself slowly. His body was modified by himself during his teenage years to be fortified towards most diseases but the bits of grime, sweat and dried blood would not do for presentation. Why go into all the effort? Why go into all the process of hour-long experimentation when the V-Ranks were out doing missions? Applying prototypical implants to himself. Expanding the boundaries of his powers underneath the chopping block. Strengthening himself for combat missions that he would likely never be assigned to?


Tchaikovsky cannons rang out in tandem with his thoughts. Boredom. Around H.Q, there was no other 'tinkers' like him to speak of. No one who had powers similar to him or he could relate to. During those early days, he was excited to receive the position of J-Rank. He learnt with experience however, that being relegated to a support role, while allowing him an excess of freedom to perform his own experiments, left him stranded in the halls of HQ.

He'd remembered every face, every hallway, the taste of the greasy, overcooked cafeteria food that was stocked, the health, the blood-type, the numerous allergies and recurring health issues that each staff member of the HQ had. When he'd tried to convince HQ to allow him to perform experiments on his fellow G.L.A.S.S members to boost their viability in the field, his decision had been shot down by the Sub-Commander and had gotten him nearly fired. The response of his superior was still fresh in his mind like it'd been yesterday.

" I don't want my troops to be used as lab-mice."

Out of some back-ward child-like logic, Warren supposed he could blame any harm to himself on the sub-commander. Operating on himself wasn't in violation of the Geneva Conventions or the Hippocrates Oath. He'd performed over 50 operations on himself on the last few weeks, stating that the materials he requested from HQ were for the purpose of 'healing patients more effectively.' No extra limbs or anything overboard. It was the first time since his foolish years of adolescence that he'd taken a jog with his powers. The first week had been a test to dip into the concept of organ redundancy. A secondary heart to boost blood flow. A third lung. And more. The second week had been dabbling with his skeletal structure. Ceramic reinforcements. Metal-work. Nothing that would give him poisoning. The third week had been a grab-bag of operations. Increasing growth within his muscles, implanting several new hormone glands, rewiring his nervous system to be in the ticks of a millisecond instead of a second and so forth.

In the last week, he decided to take the leap into foreign territory. Sub-dermal armor. Granted, trying to fabricate the carbon nano-weave that he had in his blueprints was more tricky at first but despite the shoddiness of the manufacture, he was confident enough that it would be enough to stop against bullets. The stuff was layered underneath most of his torso and areas where he could afford to do so. Protective coverings for his inner organs. The works. The last had been the most painful and intrusive out of all the operations. 5 operations for his organs. 5 for the sub-dermal integration. 10 operations of agony.

Without the use of his pain-killer cocktail and the operating equipment, he doubted that he would have remained sane throughout the experience. He rubbed through his eyes blearily as he performed a diagnostics check for himself in the mirror.

Temperature? Check.

Breathing rate? Check.

Heart rate? Check.

Flexibility? Check.

Pupil dilation? Check.

All signs appeared to be healthy, for the moment. His heartbeats increased slightly faster as the rushed tension of the past month had bore down upon him. Weeks of experimentation. All of it wasn't in vain.

Or, was it? The insignia on his doctor's coat that hanged in the corner of his vision reminded him of who he was. A J-Rank. He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a short while, wondering if he was insane for preparing for something that he wasn't ever going to fight in. Then again, the experience had been an education. He'd , at least, made quantifiable improvements in a number of areas and shored over his old habits that were negative to his skill-set. Besides, the probability of G.L.A.S.S HQ being attacked by A.R.K was inordinately high as of this time. A.R.K had ramped up the scale and activity of their actions and Warren had assumed that it was going to come to HQ, no matter how tough it was to crack.

The clock ticked to the next hour. Great. It was due time that he needed to be in the medical bay, despite the fact there were no patients. Warren signed, as he adorned himself in basic minimalist decorum, that which included slacks, a polo shirt and the according under-garments. He grabbed his alabaster doctor's coat off the coat hanger next to the doors of the work-shop, wearing it hurriedly as he pushed open the doors. The fluorescent lights in the room switched off immediately as he walked through the maze of corridors to the medical bay, opening his P.D.A and checking his schedule with one lazy eye.

While he personally thought it bad taste to hope for more injured personnel to come back to H.Q, he hoped that today wouldn't be one relatively free of any excitement.​

 

[WhipDing]

Location: Hale National Bank

A single squit had been scurrying along the floor of bank when the girl burst into it, a few of her minions following in behind her. Rather than running off in fear like most other squits would, he retreated to a safe distance, and merely watched from the floor as the events progressed.

As such, he was witness to her powers, her ability to create explosions at will. Fascinating... but dangerous. He wasn't too sure who the other armoured person she'd brought with her was, but he seemed fairly inconsequential in comparison. What was more important, though, was the next arrival - a man in a black, robotic suit.

The two quickly began fighting, and although both were outputting incredible amounts of power, one of them clearly had the upper hand. The girl was essentially unharmed by the other's attacks - if anything, it just seemed to make her more powerful. The technological prowess of the man was commendable, though. The raw amount of energy he was outputting, however ineffective, was certainly impressive.

The squit moved forward to get a better look. It was rewarded for its curiosity by being unceremoniously (and likely unknowingly) crushed by one of the combatants, leaving a tiny red stain on the ground.

"The Swarm" - Hale National Bank

The rest of the Swarm continued to wait patiently in the air vent ducts above the room. It's only eyes in the room now being gone, it considered its next move for a moment. The girl could be problematic... with her powers, she might accidentally destroy what he was after, ruining all his hard work. The man was less of a problem - his electronics could be fried with a few... sacrifices, if necessary. And if everything went to plan, he shouldn't have to deal with him at all.

He split himself into two halves, one half of the squits heading down the vents, further into the bank and towards the safety deposit boxes. The other half... had a much more complex task. He positioned them over a grate in the ducts, directly above the girl. Looked like it was time to make its appearance in this city.

At first, just a couple squits fell onto Annabel, light enough to not even be noticed - even dandruff would be heavier. But the flow soon sped up, hundreds pouring onto her hair and shoulders. And then, the grate burst open, and billions of squits fell out at once, theoretically enough to cover her entire body.

Many of them missed their target, or simply bounced off of her, and ended up on the floor. They immediately began swirling clockwise around her feet, some beginning to clamber onto her shoes where possible. But a significant number of them managed to keep attached to her head, quickly crawling over her face. Some linked together by the arms, forming a makeshift blindfold out of their bodies to cover her eyes.

The others attempted to rush into her mouth, intending to block up her throat. She might be indestructible, but she still needed to breath, right? He didn't need to kill her... but choking her out to incapacitate her could give him enough time to complete his own objective.

Daniel Reaving Sleepy Asian

 

[Sleepy Asian]

Alexander Rooker
Hale National Bank

"Squits detected. Number count: 1500000000 and increasing. Extreme threat to electronics of the suit. Suggested to use XE Suit to combat squits." The AI in his helmet said. "Shit.... Enable auto-pilot mode.... Call in... The plane" He said with delays of pain. The AI then took over the suit, using the Exo suit to stand him up. He started moving, walking when he shouldn't too outside the bank. Meanwhile in the distance, a huge roaring sound can be heard, like a jet enjine.
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WhipDing Daniel Reaving

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Location: Hale National Bank

A single squit had been scurrying along the floor of bank when the girl burst into it, a few of her minions following in behind her. Rather than running off in fear like most other squits would, he retreated to a safe distance, and merely watched from the floor as the events progressed.

As such, he was witness to her powers, her ability to create explosions at will. Fascinating... but dangerous. He wasn't too sure who the other armoured person she'd brought with her was, but he seemed fairly inconsequential in comparison. What was more important, though, was the next arrival - a man in a black, robotic suit.

The two quickly began fighting, and although both were outputting incredible amounts of power, one of them clearly had the upper hand. The girl was essentially unharmed by the other's attacks - if anything, it just seemed to make her more powerful. The technological prowess of the man was commendable, though. The raw amount of energy he was outputting, however ineffective, was certainly impressive.

The squit moved forward to get a better look. It was rewarded for its curiosity by being unceremoniously (and likely unknowingly) crushed by one of the combatants, leaving a tiny red stain on the ground.

"The Swarm" - Hale National Bank

The rest of the Swarm continued to wait patiently in the air vent ducts above the room. It's only eyes in the room now being gone, it considered its next move for a moment. The girl could be problematic... with her powers, she might accidentally destroy what he was after, ruining all his hard work. The man was less of a problem - his electronics could be fried with a few... sacrifices, if necessary. And if everything went to plan, he shouldn't have to deal with him at all.

He split himself into two halves, one half of the squits heading down the vents, further into the bank and towards the safety deposit boxes. The other half... had a much more complex task. He positioned them over a grate in the ducts, directly above the girl. Looked like it was time to make its appearance in this city.

At first, just a couple squits fell onto Annabel, light enough to not even be noticed - even dandruff would be heavier. But the flow soon sped up, hundreds pouring onto her hair and shoulders. And then, the grate burst open, and billions of squits fell out at once, theoretically enough to cover her entire body.

Many of them missed their target, or simply bounced off of her, and ended up on the floor. They immediately began swirling clockwise around her feet, some beginning to clamber onto her shoes where possible. But a significant number of them managed to keep attached to her head, quickly crawling over her face. Some linked together by the arms, forming a makeshift blindfold out of their bodies to cover her eyes.

The others attempted to rush into her mouth, intending to block up her throat. She might be indestructible, but she still needed to breath, right? He didn't need to kill her... but choking her out to incapacitate her could give him enough time to complete his own objective.

Daniel Reaving Sleepy Asian

Alexander Rooker
Hale National Bank

"Squits detected. Number count: 1500000000 and increasing. Extreme threat to electronics of the suit. Suggested to use XE Suit to combat squits." The AI in his helmet said. "Shit.... Enable auto-pilot mode.... Call in... The plane" He said with delays of pain. The AI then took over the suit, using the Exo suit to stand him up. He started moving, walking when he shouldn't too outside the bank. Meanwhile in the distance, a huge roaring sound can be heard, like a jet enjine.
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WhipDing Daniel Reaving

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Annabell "war head" Harley
hale national bank


It didnt take long for annabel to notice and react to the little things pouring over her. "Ew ew ew get off!!" she yelled as she watched them swarm around her feet before she was blind folded. Growling she locked her lips shut and clenched her jaw when she felt them trying to get into her mouth. then she raised a fist and brought it to the ground setting off an explosion and killing most everything that was on the ground or below her knees. then she focused on the ones on her face. clawing and swating viciously before she started to run forward ready to run into a wall and release another blast with her face. the heist crew didnt pay much attention though as they grabbed the last of the money and other things in the main vault and ran off towards the trucks to be hauled off. Growling again annabel finally reached the wall and set off an explosion with her forehead that engulfed her head in fire and smoke hopefully killing all that were on her, but to be sure shhe slammed her head against the wall two or three more times to be sure

 

[Sleepy Asian]

Alexander Rooker
Hale National Bank ---> The Underworld

Suddenly from the distance, a jet flew close to the bank. He pulled out a grapnel gun and as the jet passed above him, he shot it and it hooked on the plane. He was then lifted out of there to his base called "The Underworld". He would then pass a scanner which would kill all foreign bacteria, animals and such and he would then be sterilized fully for the next step. He has 4 ribs, multiple lacerations, and some cracked bones so the only way he could be healed by tomorrow is to use a very experimental technology in which he is put in a pod and some very sciency things I will not say for fear of getting corrected happens. For now he is in a self-induced coma and will not wake up until tomorrow until he is fully healed.

(closed)
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Daniel Reaving WhipDing

 

[WhipDing]

"The Swarm" - Hale National Bank

The attack didn't go quite as planned - the girl turned out to have responded far more logically than he'd expected. Only a few squits managed to make it into her mouth before she clenched it shut, a couple even being crunched between her teeth as she did so. Those that did make it through simply plunged down her throat as they'd been instructed, but the lack of numbers meant that they would, at most, just give her a slight cough.

But it was the next reaction that was the most devastating. Her fist slammed into the ground, rendering the human-looking forms of the squits directly underneath totally unrecognisable - instead, they were just reduced to a single gooey red mess. The resulting explosion was enough to kill almost all of them on the ground, as well as the ones which had started scaling her legs. However, a couple of thousand managed to survive, shielded by the now-splattered bodies of the others.

This also, unfortunately, removed them from the influence of the Swarm. Now realizing the danger they were in, the survivors began to run off towards the entrance of the bank, their little legs taking them as fast as they could... althou this was, naturally, not very fast. The squits on the girl's face were subject to the same terror, the blindfold beginning to crumble even before she began attacking her own face.

Many of these were initially splatted against her hands, and many more were roasted alive by the fire and smoke she inflicted on her own head. This turned out to be enough to eradicate the vast majority of them, with only a couple surviving by taking shelter deep inside her hair, and being smart enough to stay put, keeping as still as possible so as not to draw her attention.

...This wasn't exactly how he hoped it'd work out, but it was still salvageable. He'd managed to keep her explosive self away from where it was important, after all. The other half had made its way to the safety deposit boxes, and managed to locate what he was looking for. He pulled out a large electric motor, millions of tiny bodies carrying it out. It wasn't expensive, or even very rare - but it was exactly what it needed right now. He crawled back into the vents, the squits using their arms and legs to form a makeshift ladder out, and started to make his way out of the building.

Daniel Reaving