Fantasy Superhero Times

[Deathkitten]

The Docks​

Tyrifael nodded silently, eyeing the hole she made in the wall with wary unease. The power alone was impressive, but so too was her rage. A warrior of Father's word, for sure. "I am not sure who among my squad it was... I have my suspicions though. I assure you, the instant I return, a thorough investigation will be made," she stated, her own fury palpable in and of itself, "Though the man that had me shipped overseas had no brother that I knew of... Almost unfortunate. I'd love to see not only him skinned, but any he called brother, sister, mother, or father... for what he did to me, even that wouldn't be enough."

She shook her head, "Sorry. I'll help move the kids. Clothes aren't all that important right now, merely an inconvenience and no more of an embarrassment than everything else we've been forced to endure thanks to demons and humans alike. Though... him..." The angel looked at the sickly male angel in the corner who had finally managed to swing his head up, tired eyes gazing at SoulFlare. Agas would recognize him. He served under Uriel, and had done so for a very very long time.

"I'm... not sure he'll survive all that much longer without some healing. I'm dry as a bone right now... we all are. I can't do the magic necessary. I don't suppose you know how to heal?"

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Anthony​

Ah, the relief was always so kind. He gave her a small chuckle, a smile, "I adore complimenting people, though. Viona, dear, I need only see your face to see your outer beauty. Your inner beauty is confirmed for you by our dear Corvus. She'd hardly make time for you if you were not a wonderful person." He was a good little patient, and did not argue with her vial of... who knew what... the only sign he wasn't pleased about it a slight scrunching of his nose. He downed it, however, as gross as it was.

"You always succeed at keeping me on my toes," he teased, trying to swallow saliva in an effort to get the taste of the vial - which had now mixed with the taste of blood, an unfortunate combination - out of his mouth. Anthony offered up his arm freely, continuing to tease lightheartedly, "You've poked me so many times, I swear you ought to take me on a date. At least this time it's a needle and not simply a knife. Bloodletting is... understandably something I'm quite tired of at this point. I'd love it if my blood stayed in my body more often."

He laughed quietly, taking care not to move his arm, "Funny enough, Viona, in all the time I've known Corvus, did you know I still have yet to see her without her mask? I almost did, once, when she was bathing. I learned the hard way that she makes entering the room while she's doing so a... bad idea. I was simply heading in to set in her towel and whatnot - honestly, it hadn't occurred to me that she may want the privacy of that sort. The human form is nothing inherently sexual to me, after all these years, so I didn't think anything of it. I woke up to her having to save my dumb face for being too nice! After that, I had a nice little Miasma in Progress door hanger sign made for her to use so that I don't accidentally get poisoned. That, and stationed towels and soaps directly in the bathroom."

ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon

 

[Cam E. Leon]

The clashing of the stadium continued. Pillars falling from the ceiling crashing into the floor as the ground continued to shake as if gods were battling upon the ground. Citizens were screaming as even the rain in the skies above the sky the stadium dissipated with every clash. the ground nothing but an arid waste of destroyed rubble. Scile looked up at the shattered ceiling. Letting out a hearty laugh as she smiled. "THIS IS A FIGHT! FISTS AGAINST STEEL. BODY AGAINST ARMOR. IT SO BEAUTIFUL. DON'T YOU AGREE!?" Her voice was loud and echoed throughout the whole stadium. However, contrary to her smile, her body was covered in woods. Slash marks upon slash marks scattered across her body as blood trickled from the wounds. Her golden arms had begun to crack and her hands were coated red in her own blood.

Xiard calmly watched her as he tried to recover from his ragged breathing. His armor was in shambles as it his helmet was halfway cracked open. His ears were still damaged but he could see his foe laugh... her body was stronger then steel. With every swing colliding agiaisnt her he felt as if he had just swung at a castle. However, the air began to feel strange, quickly he looked up to see scile putting her two fists together. Her golden arms began to fade away as the air around her trembled, wavering as if fire. Before long he could see the very grass around the demons feet burning to ash. "Its time to get serious." Scile said smiling as her arms began to be encompassed in a golden light. Her eyes turning as brilliant a blaze as the sun. Xiard could feel it. as if a flood gate had just been unlocked. Golden miasma swarmed around her as her arms grew brighter and brighter until they rivaled, no surpassed that of the son. The demons tattoos grew ever more present on her body as she slowly slid one foot forward, and adopted a stance similar to that of a martial artist. He felt like he had seen the form before. But none of his memories could prepare him for the next event. Scile raise her back foot and stomped into the ground The whole stadium shaking and rumbling as a crater the size of 15 meters in diameter appeared behind her. Xiard could barely process it but in a flash Scile was infront of him. Her left hand reeling back for a punch. In xiards mind, he could feel a scythe pressed to his neck as the fist approached. Quickly he jumped to side, narrowly avoiding the punch that was sent his way. Xiard could only watch the aftermath of the punch as in 15 meter diameter. everything of the stadium in the direction of Scile fist was blown into rubble. Leaving a giant hole in the side of the stadium leading all the way to the outside. "It still needs work." scile mumbled to herself.

Xiard looked at his sword before grabbing it. Letting out a scream of pain as he began to pull on it. Like a wild beast screaming in desperation he ripped the sword out of his very arm. flesh and blood still clinging to the handle.His breath ragged her stabbed the sword in the ground and grabbed the skirt of his armor adorned with the skulls of nearly 40 liches. Ripping the skirt off he tossed it up and grabbed his sword with his left hand. Slicing apart every skull. " I shall not fall here!" he yelled before the skulls exploded into black miasma. Said black miasma swarmed xiard and forcibly entered his body. "AAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHH" He screamed as his entire body was coated black by the miasma. Doubling over he opened his mouth blood gushing out before he raised his stump up. shadows and darkness coiling around the stump forming the rest of the arm. Shakily standing up he held his sword tight with both hands now. Shadows coiling around the sword as his armor creaked. The battle had only just truly begun.

 

[ManofManyRoles]

The Beast

Much to the monsters confusion and heavy annoyance, his target was replaced with Axiom. As his palm connected with Axiom's body, clawed fingers wrapped around to grip him, lifting him high up into the air like a first prize trophy. "STUPID MAN! SMALL MAN DROP BUILDING! SMALL MAN SHOOT LASER! BEAST CRUSH SMALL MAN! STAY OUT OF WAY!" With it's 'wisdom' dispensed, the Beast tossed Axiom out of the way to his side, much like a child tossed away his action figure when he was bored. Somehow, the Beast seemed...larger. Indeed, it had gained at least two more feet to it's stature, the annoyance only adding to it's rage as fuel, thus bulking it's muscle mass and size. Raising a saurian foot up above the prone young man, Beast brought it down right above his opponent's legs, as if intent to shatter every bone in his legs. "CRUSH YOU!"

Kameron Esters- Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Velocity

Velocity stared at Machina in confusion. Pompous? Were they talking about the same person? "Uhhh...Machina, she was anything but pompous. She was actually pretty sweet. She basically said the same thing. She said she was employed to conduct a study, but she swore up and down that no one was being harmed. Said she wouldn't tell me who her employer was cause she didn't want them to get in trouble. We talked while we played skeeball, she said her name was Mist. Also said what I was talking too wasn't what she really looked like, it was part of her study. Said that creepy little girls helped the study and I mean...yea, horror movies have creepy little girls. All the individuals I saw after we got out of the miasma were spooked but looked perfectly fine. We then struck a bargain, I got to pick a game or challenge, and whoever won left. I chose Dancerush Stardom, and we did 'Running in the 90's'. Apparently it was less of a challenge and more of a massacre...but I mean, I won anyway! So yea, she's gone now. We don't know what she really looked like, or even what she sounded like for that matter. What'd she do to earn your ire, she was super sweet."

Velocity couldn't stop moving, falling back into her shuffle. "I hate to cut this short, but I have to run, I'm on a timer for something important. Give me your thoughts, then get the authorities here, yea?"

Osuka

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Casey Kemp

Slowly releasing her from the hug he gave a small nod. "And I don't keep secrets from you. Though if he does try to slip you something, don't drink too much if you suspect it's there. Your still young, and even if you're building your tolerance, you're still easier to keel over. To be safe though, if you go out for coffee or something, get it yourself and don't let him handle it." He crossed his arms across his chest, thinking. "No, he doesn't. But you're not like most girls, and we're not like most families. The files are larger than they should be for what I'm looking at, so there's probably more here. I'll get into it, just might take me a little bit."

He watched his daughter flop, a small chuckle escaping him. "Well...if you don't mind your old man giving you advice. Just talk to him. Talk about what you find interesting, what he finds interesting. What you like to do, what you have in common. Talk about your favorite books and movies, what you do in your past time, hobbies. Dates don't have to be 'meaningful', the first date is always to get to know the person. It's just like work, the more you know the better you do. As for your other questions..." He closed his eyes in thought, fingers drumming on his arm. "We'll do what your granddad did. If a job like that pops up, make the price something so unfathomable or the stipulations so annoying that they won't have you do it. When you're working the field...I give you about a year. A year, and you'll have enough power and reputation that you can get away with that no issue. As I am now, no one is stupid enough to argue with my demands and wants. And no one is idiot enough to try to cross me...anymore, that is." Ada knew about her biological dad, they kept no secrets. He didn't think he resented him for that fact either, not as far as he could tell. But no...no one crossed him. "If someone is that desperate to get the job done...you do it. And then you talk to him about it. People want to capture him, not kill him. If they want him captured, discreetly cause a leak to his parents or someone else. As soon as you finish the job, you can take the job to break him out and free him. They probably won't care how many bodies get left behind." He reached out, gently patting her on the leg. "It'll be okay, Kite. Though...if you're going to see this little mage..." He blew a puff of air, thinking. "Check one of the safes on the wall. Fourth to the right, third down. Combination is your birthday. I was going to give it to you for your fifteenth but...might need it now." Casey had a habit of keeping small safes, little lockboxes, along walls in his hideouts. It's where he stored things for hand offs, funds, everything he'd need. The one he was pointing Ada towards had an anti-magic talisman, just as strong and well crafted as his own.

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

SoulFlare

She paused...no brother? God dammit, maybe it wasn't that worthless rat? Maybe a relative then? Whoever it was, she'd get answers. And then she was going to slam them atop the head so far it rammed into their chest. "Don't worry seraphim. No one escapes their penance, it will find them. And what he will endure will be true suffering for what he's done...they all will. Entrust this duty to me. There will be penance. There will be...vengeance." Naturally, the seraphim felt rage, she was certain they all did. But there was a difference to feel rage, and be rage. When SoulFlare found them...the buyers, the Macailsders, every last one of them. They'd need a broom and dustpan to collect them.

Turning her attention to the Seraphim that raised his head, a flicker of recollection touched at her mind...she knew this person, somehow. He was important, she knew this. Her skull snapped to pay attention to Tyrifael. "Do I look like I heal?...No, I don't before you answer. I can however help." A hand reached out, grabbing the side of the seraphim's neck and his collar. A small ember of hellfire touched the collar, slowly coiling around it. "You are not dying, am I clear?" Hellforged steel or not, her hellfire could bend and warp and imbue anything, or damn near. The collar took on a fiery glow as if it sat in a forge, and gained a distinctly more...gothic look, spikes bulging from it. "That collar is part of you, so if I feed energy into it, I'm feeding energy into you. Can you move, or do you want me to carry you?"

Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Ada​

Ada nodded, "Of course, dad. I'll be extra careful no matter what we end up doing as a date. IF there's even gonna be a date." She sighed loudly and nodded again at her dad's response. At the comment of no one being stupid enough to cross him anymore, she looked his way, "Hey. You're my dad. I don't care about blood. You're more important to me than anybody, and I wouldn't want any other life."

At the mention of a safe, however, her eyes lit up like a cat seeing a Christmas tree, and she scrambled to her feet and darted off to the safe. She let loose a little squeal of happiness as she recognized the talisman and came running back with a huge grin on her face. "Aaaaah! Thank you thank you thank you! This is awesome! I match you now!" she half-shouted, bouncing a little in excitement, "Ahh this is so cool! Love it, dad. You're so awesome. This could NOT have been cheap. Did you already have it tested out and everything?"

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Casey Kemp

He offered a small smile, nodding to her. "Yea, I figured as much. If you weren't happy you'd have killed me in my sleep at some point." Watching her scramble off, he gave a small chuckle at her reaction. "Hey, money's not an issue, you know that. And who said I even bought it? Could have taken it off a mark...No, I actually bought it. Yes, it's been tested. I swapped my own for it on a few outings when dealing with mages, works the exact same way, just as strong as my own. I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but since you might end up dating a little mage...better safe than sorry. I'll figure out something else for your fifteenth." Standing up with a slight stretch, he headed towards the small armory he kept in the hideout. "Go ahead and get ready, we're going to get going soon. We'll head the opposite direction of where the frequent tremors have been coming from."

Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

The Docks​

Tyrifael watched SoulFlare work in silence, before going to the other box to take stock of the young angels there and get them ready to move out. They were safe now. She wasn't sure that fire thing she did would help, but it was better than anything she could do right now, so she sure as hell wasn't going to argue it. The male managed to give a dry laugh halfway between a cough at her proclamation that he was not allowed to die, and looked up at her, "Is that an order?"

A few moments passed and he looked more stable... still hurt and bedraggled, looking like he needed a stiff drink or twelve to start to forget any of this ever happened. "For me, it was an attack. Demons... damned war. Squad got killed and I got captured since I'm 'useful'. Turned into a macabre punching bag for them, and then for humans too."

Tyrifael peeked her head back through, "Everyone's ready. Hopefully won't have too much more bleeding either."

ManofManyRoles

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

SoulFlare

"Consider it an order if it makes you feel better, I don't really care either way." She nodded slowly at the statement of his condition and how he was captured...it was always something. Turning her attention towards Tyrifael she gave a nod, helping the male out of the container. "We're using their truck, not like they need it anymore." Escorting the group out of the warehouse she stood in front of the truck, cracking her knuckles. A hand lashed out in front of her, a torrent of hellfire coating the truck. Metal bent and warped as it changed to fit her desires and bent to her will. The cab became decorated with a flaming skull motiff, and the hauling container turned ash black. The back of the truck swung open, Soulflare nodding her head in it's direction. "All of you inside. You-" she jutted a finger towards the seraphim who was alive only because of the collar at this point, "In the cab with me. The inside of the container has hand grips now, you're welcome. There's a few seats but they're made of the truck's metal, going to have to deal. Let's move it."

Deathkitten

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

Claymore - Gas station robbery​

That had been an unexpected turn of situation. Eva hadn't believed that the villain would've had that much psychic juice left in her, and now she'd been repulsed by a bubble of kinetic energy as screams and fragments of flying rubble; parrying those had not been much effort, but finding balance for herself in doing so had proved a starker endeavour, for the impact had been sharp and surprising. Yet she did not allow herself to be thrown down on the ground, and even though she had been flung backwards, a couple circular flips and she was back on her feet, staring at her foe.

No mere telekinetic, this one. Her power, even when running loose and unrestrained as it was now, had that sharp tang of might that she had rarely seen save for in the powerful few villains that slaying had given her her repute. And while unbound as it currently was, it was not without refinement either. By the looks of it, the force was pulsing outwards homogeneously and not simply roiling outwards like a tide unbid. Which meant that it was as a blade, if one that could be shaped to encompass the entirety of an area in the manner of a perfect sphere; still, a blade was a thing that begged parrying, and a shield another thing that called for it being scythed through.

Eva waltzed back, half a hundred meters between her and the villain, and unsheathed her sword. Long and thin and murderous, it was a blade that bore no name and suffered not to return to its coil without purpose fulfilled. That it had been drawn meant that the girl was gone, leaving room only for the slayer of beast and foe, silver-eyed, silver-haired and grim-voiced, the very much lethal and no less holy Claymore. Oh, and what a thing it was, this sword. A blade of which the hue was undiscernable between silver and gold, the guard shaped like a cross, a symbol of faith and a marker of God's executioner. No flourishes for this thing, for although its wielder was a much pretty being, the sword itself was a mere tool, the scalpel that would cut through the taint, and needed no beauty to it.

Claymore fell into stance, ready to sprint forward, sword held pointing towards the enemy. Words came to her mind, and they poured into her very being. A prayer, those words, to a distant God that yet she held in worship. To her, it was as if baring the blade in her mind somehow made it more real, whether it did or not. All there was in the words was faith, and the will to see the prayer through. For even if God was dead, she would still stand sword in hand and do her duty. And so her lips parted, and her gaze became steely.

"When darkness crawls unbid, and the enemy stirs, Lord guide my hand
When madness spews forth, and warnings go unheeded, Lord guide my step
For I yet serve as I ever will, never judge nor jury but executioner always
Lord I beg for my hand to strike unerring, for death cuts in naught but a second."

Her heart sang along with her voice, and Claymore dashed forward, the soles of her boots stepping on the street muted by the thunder, her blade brought down as she tried to strike at the exact half of the sphere, pouring all of her strength into a cleaving strike to sunder even the villain in her bubble.


Cam E. Leon ichthys

 

[Deathkitten]

Muse​

Cassie was whimpering, crying her eyes out as she was half-choked by Kali, actually afraid of her now. Afraid of this situation. Afraid of Muse... but god she wanted more. Just like Kali said, she wanted more of what Kali had to offer. She wanted more of the songbird. Once Kali let her go, she was hiccupping in breaths between sobs, but even so, she was shakily bringing the little sandwiches up to her mouth to eat them like a good little girl.

In the kitchen, Abigail was doing as told; looking in the pantry for something to snack on. She was pretty hungry, and the sandwiches that Panzer had just made looked tasty. Panzer had a point - fear was good, but she needed to get better at singling out targets. As per usual, she found herself humming and singing softly. A predatory little song. She was just having fun, a bit too comfortable in the house, and left to her own devices she ended up in her own little world. She got so into singing, like her own incredible little concert. Loud, luring the predator in that was Kali.

A song that would make her want to hunt.

She couldn't find something she wanted to eat... maybe she'd just whip up an egg sandwich? Abigail hadn't even turned around, so entirely oblivious to her surroundings.

​

(( Cam E. Leon Watch the video for a better idea of the feeling conveyed by the song.))

 

[Deathkitten]

Ada​

Ada darted off in front of him and proceeded to adorn the talisman to the inside of one of her gear pouches, all smiles now. It was already tested out and everything! Such a cool present. She smiled at him in the armory, "As much as it'd be interesting to see where all that stuff is coming from, I think I agree with you. Definitely something to avoid. Not our problem!" Heh. Not their problem until they were paid - practically their motto. Ada looked down at herself, sweaty and messy in comfy clothes.

"Mm...," she pondered, "Okay yeah maybe I should put on something nicer. I look like a gym rat."

Ada ran off again, always running about like everything was a race, and this time to her room. A few minutes later, she returned in a much different outfit, looking all pretty like a little heartthrob. The main "concern" with it might have been the tiny skirt.

She smiled, sweet and innocent, "What do you think, dad? Does it look cute? Do you think he'll like it?" She did a little twirl for him, "I don't really wear dresses, but these stockings are so tall that it's almost pants."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Osuka]

Alexandria Norman
AKA: Machina
Location: The F***ing Pier

You know, the Pier was a great place to just take a stroll. Take in the sights, smell the ocean breeze, gaze out into what we knew wasn't an endless expanse but wishing so much that it was.... The memories she held of it before her life had gone downhill. Being able to feel the warmth of the Sun's last rays as it set upon the horizon... All of that was tainted now. Between what was apparently a bipolar - or maybe picky - terrorist, a hyperactive Flash, and the panicked crowds around them who were just getting their bearings as police and paramedics were pulling into the scene, she felt as if she should have held something in her hand to cast into the Mother of the Deep, and yet she found only the bitter taste in her mouth. On the one hand, the case was well and done, police were showing up to do their jobs, and she could get on with her day, but in the other, it felt like another loss. How the hell was she supposed to catch a Ghost - or whatever that thing was - with the technology she had? They should've called for a goddamned Exorcist or something to deal with it and not some stupid, random APB. Thus far, the things she had decided to deal with were most definitely not suited to her specializations. Was it maybe time to give up and just focus on her business, or was it time to dig in her heels and take on the biggest goddamn thing that the Universe could throw at her in a last act of defiance and rage?

Alexandria was, of course, keeping mind of the conversation that was happening at the moment. The Apparition of Unknown Status had seemed to be a child just as she had surmised. Gambling her entire experiment and prolonging it on a stupid game rather than actually trying to get rid of them was childlike in its own way when she thought about it, or maybe the being was so old that it couldn't help but to entertain such a ridiculous challenge? Either way, it was apparent that, while Velocity dealt with the same being, they were both treated very differently, and she'd have to keep it in mind.

A somatic gesture of sorts was Namina's cue to simply use the satellite arrays that finally had access to force Alexandria's contact information onto whatever personal device that Velocity had - whether it was the suit or a phone, and with a sigh simply begin to walk away.... If Namina was able to gain access. A myriad of options were open to the little Virtual Intelligence, from using satellites and towers to triangulate what would likely be Velocity's personal devices and brute-forcing a connection (Therefore allowing the VI to simply add the number to her Contact List), to using said technologies to, again, locate and instead use a fake number in order to push the Norman Industries contact information as a normal text message. This was, of course, frowned upon in society, but at this point, Alexandria wasn't too worried about the legalities of using satellites and towers to push what was basically the equivalent of Spam, which every other goddamn "business entity" on the face of this planet apparently had a right to thanks to good ol' Capitalism.

"Just call the number in your phone labeled 'Norman Industries' if you get it," she started, waving her hand as she began to create distance between the two of them. "You don't want to be late for your class, you know. Just make sure you picked the Major that doesn't screw you over later."

And with that, she was o-

"Dr. Norman," Namina chimed suddenly, cutting her off. "Xiard has been located outside of HQ. Updating HUD information now."

".... Fuck."


Deathkitten ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon (I'm tagging you because Xiard's location will be her next)

 

[Deathkitten]

The Crater​

There were far too many things happening at once. For one, he didn't expect the human hero to shove him out of the way of the beast's massive grasp. It sent him sprawling to the ground, but that wasn't the worst of it. No, the beast seemed to want to crush him in the most basic and brutal of ways. The boy teleported just a few feet to the side as the foot came down so it missed just to his side, then teleported again so he was upright and running towards the center of the crater.

He didn't have a plan of attack. He didn't have a plan for survival, even. He wasn't supposed to use anything particularly dramatic. It wasn't in the plans. He couldn't reason with the thing either! It was clearly... well... a beast! Maybe he could just... run away? The others would kill him. He'd get killed if he was taken in, killed if he ran, killed if he jumped sides.

It seemed like it couldn't fly or something, though it could certainly jump... the air it was then.

The boy teleported once more, straight up into the air about thirty feet above the beast, and used his magic to keep himself there. Maybe if he just stayed here for a bit it'd lose interest and find something else like a coyote?

ManofManyRoles Kameron Esters-

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Casey Kemp

Casey gave a calm nod, grabbing an innocuous suitcase from a small stack nearby. Grabbing a weapon at random from a gunrack, his hand found an HK416, to which he promptly started to disassemble and stow away in the case for storage. "Go get changed, want to make a good impression I suppose." By the time Ada had returned, Casey had stowed the entire weapon away in the case and sealed it up, case in hand. Looking his daughter up and down in thought he worked his jaw as he considered a couple things. "Ada, you look gorgeous, but your skirt is barely existent. At least let me lengthen it a bit. I swear, at the length it is by the time you sit down it'll be showing off more than it should. Everything else looks perfect. I have some cloth that'll complement what's going on already. At least give me that for this, would you?" He was putting more on the line than he'd like to admit by letting her meet this boy and consider a date...if the boy found out too much too soon, he'd have to kill him, that was just a fact of the matter. But for Ada to be happy, he'd take the risk...he could only hope she knew and appreciated that much. "We still have time, it won't take me but five minutes."

Odd as it may be, sewing was a valuable tool for him. It helped him fix his own clothes and his uniform, it helped him keep Ada's things nice...because one had to face it, a young girls clothes were bound to get torn up, so he wanted to always keep her clothes as nice as he could when she was much smaller. And as such, he always kept cloth and materials on hand to repair in a fashion that complimented. "Other than that, you look gorgeous. I'm biased though, I like the bookworm look you got going on usually. Makes you stand out a little less...but then again, I might just have too much of a work mindset."

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Velocity

Velocity quirked her head...number in her phone? What!? A small slot popped out on her forearm, ejecting her phone and letting her grab it out of the air as it popped out. Scrolling through it, she gawked at the fact there was indeed a norman industry number. "First off, that's cool. SECOND off, don't do that! I don't like people on my phone, it bugs me! Third...HOW DID YOU KNOW I HAVE CLASS!? I just said I have to run!" She slotted the phone back into her armor, she'd deal with it later. "You're right though, gotta run. Sorry we're basically at a loss over the not-child not-ghost! Bye!" Giving a quick two-fingered wave she darted off, just slow enough that a streak of blue followed her as she ran off into the distance. She had an hour to forty-five minutes before class. Addison got out of her own class in five minutes. She could totally make it back in that time, change back, and act like nothing was wrong! Perfect!

Picking up speed so that blue streak dissipated, she went through the routine of running up her dorm wall, opening her window, shutting said window, getting changed, and then sitting on the bed. Taking a deep breath she relaxed. Alright...good, success, still alone! And she could say hi to her roomie! Walking over to grab her backpack she pulled it out, starting to look through notes before her test for the day.

Osuka Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

The Beast

As the young man teleported out from beneath the foot of the beast, he would get a lovely view of the fact that there were now splintering cracks in the ground from the impact. Staring down at where he SHOULD have been, an aggravated growl escaping him. Attention jumped to him running off, only for Beast to take off after him. "GET BACK SO BEAST CAN KILL YOU!" As he teleported right above him he gave another roar towards the sky, crouching down so that he his hands were on the ground as well. "COME DOWN, LITTLE MAN!" Unfortunately, Beast wasn't one to wait for his demand to be met. No, powerful muscles in his body propelled him skyward straight towards the young man. Even if he teleported away, Beast was still sent flying at least sixty feet in the air. On the chance he caught him by surprise, a hand would wrap around him as he soared upward, only for the Beast to roar straight in his face.

Deathkitten Kameron Esters-

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Slowly the large doors of the castle opened up. And all the others could see a large ball of red fire come barreling out towards the group on the bridge. Colliding with seiva the fire dissipated showing a dragonkin in jet black armor wielding a blade. "You dare trespass upon our lords lake without sending a messenger first. You shall repent. WITH YOUR LIFE" He yelled as he slammed the sword down at seiva. He was etern the dragonkin. One of the six direct disciples of Diadem. A half dragon warrior excelling in swordplay. "okay. while seiva distracts them, well head inside." Shard said before he quickly looked up and raised his hand. Blood from the lake rising around them forming a shield as lightning repeatedly struck the shield. "Do you think parlor tricks will hide you?" a voice asked floating above them. a body made of paper and metal, Archus, a very skilled mage. "Shardaken. I see you have arrived as well. However. Our lord is currently busy and shall not see you. I will have to thank you for leaving." He added emotionless as lightning bolts rained down upon the shield cracking it. While shard was busy keeping the shield up. Grune quickly turned his attention to behind them And thrusted his shield forward. Deflecting a purple blast of energy "awww you deflected it!? thats no fun, be good little targets and accept my precious child's' love!" A strange porcelain looking lady said as she held a large cannon like rifle nearly 100 purple beams firing out assaulting grunes shield like a barrage. This was Nilotep, a magitek user. "Jezzabel! keep yami safe!" Ruru ordered as she looked around. Her eyes wide as she leaned back narrowly dodging a poisonous spine being shot at her from a portal. "she dodged it..... how unfair" a woman adorned in white complained as she was sitting on the back of a giant turtle floating in the lake. a portal next to her as she held a strange poisonous looking creature covered in spikes. This was Thiris, a beast tamer and excellent user of portal magic. "now now everyone. Please remember not to have too much fun." A voice said right behind nadia as a knife was suddenly against her throat. "I dont mind dying for my lord. So please be a useful hostage just for a minute or two" the man said smiling as her kept the knife against nadias throat. This was loki, expert of illusions and trickery, a very tense situation was currently happening.

Spoiler: Disciples appearances

Spoiler: Etern the dragonkin

Spoiler: Archus

Spoiler: Nilotep

Spoiler: Thiris

Spoiler: Loki

ManofManyRoles Deathkitten Daniel Reaving

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Death's Chill

She wasn't sure if she should have been surprised or not, but all chaos had broken loose. How unfortunate for all involved. At least she was left alone, it would have been a waste of time she could be using for her investigation if she had to get involved in a fight. "Shardaken Lucrum, your father has an odd way of welcoming guests. So be it...if you die, I will ensure your soul reaches it's resting place." The reaper levitated into the air a few feet, slowly fading out of sight of the non-demonic present. A soft voice echoed in her head, a calm tone that matched her own. "I take it we're carrying on then?" "There is no point to waste time here. They will handle themselves." With the little telepathic communication finished she simply floated on forward past the chaos, and unless any of them could actually see the invisible reaper, calmly float on through the entrance to her goal. She didn't know her way around this castle, but she'd find her way all the same. She always did.

Deathkitten Cam E. Leon Daniel Reaving​

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Yami
Location: Blood castle
Interaction: Deathkitten Cam E. Leon ManofManyRoles

Yami was uneasy ever since they had come to the blood lake. It was uneasy and scary and it showed as she whined quietly and nuzzled tighter into Ruru to try and hide from it. It didn’t help when the door opened and a ball of fire blasted through. Screaming in fear as she clutched onto Ruru in terror as she watched the chaos. Before she knew it she found herself with Jezzabel. Whining and yelling in fear as she watched Ruru. Yelling out at her, wanting her to come back and keep her safe.​

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

Cinna Arkenian - El Porto high security prison​

He leapt over the prison wall, stepping into the central yard as the convicts were running about. Trying to find another route, were they ? He'd have none of this. Others were barricading themselves with their hostages, and that would require to be seen to. Oh... But it seemed there were a few reasonable ones, those who had returned to their cells by themselves, awaiting punishment that would without doubt soon come to them.

For those who were fleeing, examples had to be made, he thought. Cinna opened his hand, and a blade like a needle writhed into existence, no pallid grey like the first time, but cold and black as death, and of death it was made. A flick of the wrist, and the dart was thrown, once, twice, thrice... one for each of the convicts that fled. And again, that same dreadful voice, soft like flowing water and deep enough to straddle the line between a steady vibration that echoed in many a heart and being thought of as a mere figment of imagination.

"There is no escape. There is no victory. Free your hostages and surrender, or be prepared to face the reaper."


ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

The prison

To say shooting fish in a barrel was slander to fish in a barrel. These were ordinary men who had no hope against this monster, the needles marks flying true and dropping men left and right. The dead men had no time to shout out, just the heavy thud of body falling on the ground. The ones who held up any sort of fight with their captives simply broke. They had no chance, and they'd much rather serve their sentences or any punishment than deal with whatever this thing was. "Alright, alright! We're letting em go, we're letting em go! Just don't fucking kill us!" The door that the prisoners had barricaded off thudded a few times as debris was forced off of it, only for it to slowly creek open.

Single file, a few nurses and doctors edited the room. It seems the prisoners hadn't even attempted to harm the medical staff...and to be fair, they were in everyone's good graces. After a riot, after a fight, after getting shanked, they always got patched up...an odd way to repay that kindness. Being used as hostages, but compared to the guards, it was better perhaps? A couple nurses walked out with bloodied guards and the warden who looked like he was on deaths doorstep. "Thank you...thank you," a woman murmured, aiming to help get the wounded out of the prison and towards whatever aid there might be.

Inside the room, the prisoners had simply taken to sitting against the wall, some with the heads on their knees, some sitting like dolls that had been propped up on a display. Their friends were dead, their chance at freedom was gone..and they'd just let their bargaining chip walk out, because a monster had asked them too.
Aelia Aeldyne

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

Zaphkiel - Sirius' home​

It felt good, and I let the warmth seep into me, into my bones, filling my cold scattered pieces with that ever-ravenous glow until it became unbearable - and then I soothed it with an afterthought and a tinge of magic, washing the burn away with a thought and keeping only the warmth of the human. I knew I should not linger, I knew I should keep pressing, find the coin to gain foot and venture into this dream of mine before it was too late; I lingered, because it felt good, and because it would have felt wrong not to. Looking down at the woman cradling against my chest, a smile came to my lips, slow and thin and sweet, for it was a beautiful woman that she was, and I only smiled at beautiful things.

We were both intertwined in our embrace, arms clutching each other's back, and so my hand came to play with the strands of her hair, sifting through them like a wave on the shore, gently caressing the back of her head. My eyes caught sight of the slight blush on her cheeks, and my smile bloomed anew. She really was adorable, this one, and the thought that she was only human saddened me a little. Yet, it was without sadness and only with sweetness that a whisper escaped my lips.

"What a softie you make..."


Daniel Reaving