Fantasy Superhero Times

[Stricken Steel]

Project Nexus
I walked past Civilians slowly approaching an Old small store that was still owned by a friend. I turned the Block, and It was mostly empty except for the Occasional Jaywalker here and There. I slowly approached the Barred window of the store and could see a familiar friend with a Shotgun being pointed in his face, "Gun Type: Sawn-Off 10 Gauge. Hostile Confirmed." The AI inside said as I opened up the door and walked inside.

"Put the Gun Down, Now. Get down and put your hands at your sides." I said poking the barrel of my M4 at the back of the robber's masked head. The Robber quickly turned his shotgun at my face and I backed up. "Get the fuck back!" He said shouting in my face. I grabbed the shotgun quickly and shot a bullet from my M4 into the Robbers' knee. The gunshot echoed throughout the store and around the neighborhood. I hit him in the side of the head, Rendering him Unconscious, as my friend got onto the phone and began dialing in the police.
"I don't who you are sir, But Thankyou." He said I pulled up my Visor. His jaw dropped open, and began to stammer, "M...M...Markus?? Is that...You?" I picked up the shotgun and placed it on the counter. "Yes, It's me." I smiled. "So how's life been, Dave?" I asked as he hugged me tightly. He backed up and said, "Man...It's been good for the last few years...and today too. I mean seeing you like this, It's crazy man. They sure didn't lie when they said they had saved you." He smiled brightly as a Cruiser from the LAPD pulled up. "Let me handle this quickly and I'll be right back." I said as I lifted the Robber up and carried him outside.
"Ahh Thanks, But what is your name?" The cop asked as he slammed the back door closed after he administered the man some medical treatment. "Nexus, Just Nexus sir." I answered as the rain began to die out. "Mmhmm...Nexus." He nodded as he wrote on a notepad. "Maybe I'll see you on Tomorrow's newspaper then?" He looked up at me. I nodded and he climbed into his cruiser and drove off. Dave handed me a bag of different snacks and drinks of the sorts, And I was off on my way.

 

[Kameron Esters-]

AXIOM


"Already ahead of you." Axiom tends to keep watch when it comes to mass gatherings such as this. There was always some folks looking into mass of people, that or hiding among them. He spotted the small group from the corner of his eyes moments ago and was still looking out for any others. It doesn't take much to put folks in a panic and a catastrophy here would probably validate the protestor's beliefs and convince others that they may be right. Axiom continues to be on high alert as the protesters continue onh their route.
Deathkitten ManofManyRoles ​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

It talks. The sword talks. That' so fucking cool, I'm going to buy it. I'm gonna buy it right now. BUYING IT.

Wildcard was more than happy to accept the EMP grenades, stowing them safely on his belt. "I'll let him know! Do you trade equipment for cattle? He has these cows he raises, and he sells them for profit. I feel like you'd look good with your own cow. Jeremiah and Franklin the wonder calf! Picture it, nice right?" He followed after Jeremiah like a lost puppy follows a prospective new loving master around, humming an indiscernible tune to himself. If one listened closely enough they could identify it as 'Escape' by Rupert Holmes. "Why limit myself? I'll take Napalm and Poison gas! Maybe I'll make poison napalm as a science project!" The terrible, horrible fact of the matter is that Wildcard would do it, and after several horrible attempts, he'd likely manage to pull it off.

Following after Jeremiah at the promise of a bayonet, eyes looking over it with a soft 'oooh'. "If you can get me one working, I'll take it! I'll pay double for it to be orange!" Hearing a snicker from behind them, Wildcards head spun around. "Who said it!? Who's talking shit? Don't say it if you can't face me! Or you know, go ahead I'll just blow up your general area." As he spoke he pulled a frag off his utility belt, fully intent on blowing up the person talking smack. Luckily for Jeremiah he defused the situation entirely when he said it was a demon blade. "ohhh! I want it, I want it!" Putting his grenade away he looked at Jeremiah, hands folding together like a child begging their parents to open a Christmas gift a day early. "Can I have it? I can have it? YESSSS!" Practically ripping the money out of his wallet he slapped it into Jeremiah's hands before rushing over, picking up the sword and drawing it without a moments hesitation. "I am now your owner Za-....Zah...Zae..." He paused, trying to figure out how to say the name. "Fuck it, your new name is Zim!"

LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

Jeremiah Lloyd

War Hawker, Underground Warehouse | "Dammit. At least leave the merchandise undamaged, please?."​

The sword was not pleased, having been passed around like cheap merchandise. It had no idea how much 11 dollars was, but it definitely sounded like a measly amount. "I'll have you know, I'm an ancient demon sealed in this fucking sword carved out of my own corpse, you think any madman is worthy of wielding me?!"

Unfortunately, Zael'teph's cries were mostly unheard, with Jeremiah now completely used to filtering out its obnoxious yelling. "Well, it's all yours," Jeremiah said as Wildcard shoved exactly eleven dollars into his hands, and went off to claim his prize. "Ah, I should warn you though, apparently the thing has a nasty curse that activates when drawn from the scabbard. Makes the wielder go berserk-" Too late. In the two seconds it took for Jeremiah to turn around, Wildcard already had the blade in hand, and out of its sheath. The sword, for one reason or the other, was elated.

"HAHAHA! FOOL, YOU THINK YOU'RE WORTHY?!" The blade bellowed as it was drawn from the sheath. "NEVER AGAIN WILL YOU HUMILIATE ME WITH YOUR HORRID NICKNAMES!" Wildcard would suddenly feel a sharp, stinging pain in his entire body as all the life and mana was sucked right out of him as the blade vyed for control of the mercenary's body - or at least, he should've. Meanwhile, Jeremiah let out a sigh as he reached into his jacket and retrieved a stun-gun (that was definitely far too powerful to be called a fucking stun gun.)

"I wonder how I should explain this to the ambulance..." He muttered under his breath.
ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Stricken Steel For you. Updated scanner.

Sunday, Sept 15th, 08:00 - Los Angeles
On the police scanner, the following can be heard for any Superheroes looking for potential jobs: (colored by urgency - red > yellow > green)

Red
1 - Distress call sent out from cruise liner off the coast of Los Angeles. Pirates suspected. Please respond with caution, hostage situation almost inevitable.
2 - Grisly murder suspected at an apartment block. Approach with caution.

Yellow
1 - Hero detail requested for scheduled non-powered protest today.
2 - A large pack of dogs reported roaming the streets early this morning. Any hero good with animals requested to respond.

Green
1 - Street prophet still harassing passersby and disturbing the peace on W Adams Blvd and Arlington Ave. Requesting a nearby hero to peacefully disperse him.

 

[Deathkitten]

Daoloth​

There was a crackling sound like thousands of beetles crushed in a bag, like a cascading waterfall of mechanical sounds, grinding of metal, and God only knows what else. From a speck and growing out to a strange neverending geometric mess, Daoloth appeared in the room. It pulsated, filling as much space as it could one moment, then small the next, like a macabre heartbeat. Between each geometric length, the space warbled and bent, flickers of eyes dancing through the darkness, never staying in one place.

Generally, the eyes seemed to focus on Adam.

A voice spoke forth, a mass of different tones but all of them indifferent, "Adam. State what you want this time of me. Nyarlathotep has been busy on your behalf. Slight mistake. Meeting them will be interesting. It's your fault. Their name is James. The call, yes. That is why you contacted me. The child of yours can sense you summoned something, Nyarlathotep would call it entertaining. The cult to the north, the child you call Dunnie. You might end up adopting her? Strange... predictable. You, like that vengeance, want to seek Chutes. Troublesome boy, but too caring. He knows not compared to most but can do more. So much more. You got injured. Your wife is annoyed. Impressive your arm still works. You're lucky, always as some would say, surprising. Surprises sound interesting. I would say take it easy, but we both know you would never."

Daoloth rambled, seemingly more interested in its own information than what anyone else had to say. It was usually the case that the eldritch thing gave far more information than anyone ever wanted, and often not at all what the seeker had even wanted an answer to.

ManofManyRoles

 

[Stricken Steel]

Project Nexus
I had 'accidentally' tapped into a police frequency as I was walking down the road. I had heard something about some teens being murdered at a nearby apartment complex as I ate a small granola bar. I finished off the bar and approached the apartment seeing police swarming the area as well as FBI and SWAT teams keeping passersby back from entering.
I walked past a group of policemen as I pulled my Carbine off of my back and headed inside. I pointed my Carbine around the corner carefully the seeing once It was clear, I headed up to the room where the murders had taken place. "Whoa! Sir, Stay back. This is a crime scene undergoing investigation." An FBI agent said as I approached the door. "I'm here to help, and reconstruct what happened, Which I can do." I said to him as I continued forward.
When I went Inside, There was a look of disgust on my face, As If some madman had slain these poor girls. Blood covered what remained of the bodies and covered most of the once good looking floors. Then I saw it, The Book, I picked up the book and scanned it where it was left open. "...Summoning Demons?" I asked myself as I carefully picked up a phone.
There was a bright flash of light, And the Visor regenerated what had happened minutes ago. The Victims had summoned a demon completely unaware of the consequences. I watched in horror as the phone in my hand began to quickly heat up and crackle. The demon slew each girl with one swipe from the demonic-looking sickle. In seconds, It was over for me.
"Save this Reconstruction. Send it to the LAPD." I began to gag and I walked out of the apartment handing the now destroyed phone and book to the agent. "Fucking hell...I never thought I would see something like this in my whole life." He mumbled as he walked away from the apartment complex.

 

[Deathkitten]

Dantalion​

Dantalion softly chuckled as she leaned against Oriax in the car, “I really have no way to thank you enough for being so kind to me, Oriax. You think of yourself so lowly but to me, I think you’re pretty amazing. I wouldn’t have lived as long as I did without you... and even now you’re still looking out for me. You’re like the perfect lover, or the best brother I could ask for. Whichever sounds better. I really will try my best to make sure my father doesn’t pick on you for something silly and small. Perhaps... maybe I can ask him if you could be my personal guard? In these strange times I could ask for no one better to protect me... though... perhaps he’ll be a bit tentative of that since I died before...”

She was being chatty, but it was mostly to try to ignore the headache that had begun pounding at her skull. Not having used these skills in a long time had really done a number on her. So now, using them suddenly and prolonged... She was concerned she was going to get a nosebleed or something from the effort. It was fine, though. She had to find him one way or another. A little pain to find him sooner was nothing.

Using a car, they neared the end of the thread far sooner than they would have otherwise. Because of that, luckily for Dantalion, she didn’t have to keep up the power for as long.

“Oriax... do you want to lead the way? I’m worried if I walk in ahead of you and surprise him he’ll freak out and try to hurt me or something. He hates undead, after all... and while I’m not... it’d be an understandable concern.”

ManofManyRoles @Haven

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

"Aw don't say that. I think you'd look good, but your decision is always the best sir." Her attention drifted to Mister Lenik and then back to Darren, reaching out to 'adjust' his suit and straighten it out a bit. "Sorry, now you look perfect. We'll get something to ease the scent of old closet." Turning around she gave a nod, silent confirmation that she was indeed ready. With nothing holding them back they left the building and started off in the car that they had procured one way or another. Once they were alone she sighed a bit, shaking her head as she started off. "Nah, you look fine. But I was trying to play to the role. After this though, we're sending SoulFlare over. And yes, we'll save your suits, promise. But you know, girls are top priority for this."

The feeling of comfort and warmth wrapped around her again, and it took her so off guard that she actually swerved the car for a bit, muttering something extremely un lady like under her breath. "Darren, please don't do that. You uh...you 'hooked up' with me. The feeling isn't bad but I don't want it around me. Are you okay, love?"

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

I have the power! I have the sword! I...HAVE...ZIM.

Wildcard looked up to Jeremiah just a brief moment after he drew the sword. "Sorry, you say something?" Unfortunately for 'Zim', he had a lot of things going against him and not in his favor. First and most importantly, Wildcard was effectively 'immortal' as Death itself had guarded his soul. Secondly, and also just as importantly, trying to muscle one's way into Wildcards mind was a lost cause as his mind was so fractured and broken, it would have been like putting together a five thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle. Except you were missing at least a third of the pieces, and they were all stark white and no pictures. Wildcard also lacked a minimal to non-existent amount of natural mana, so that wasn't a big concern for him. He glanced towards the sword, unfazed by the situation he wasn't even aware of. "Zim, no shouting, you'll give me a headache. Oh oh, since you can talk I have an important question. Can you see too? Because if you can that's going to make me using the bathroom reaaaal awkward."

His attention went to Jeremiah as he tilted his head a bit, eyeing the stungun. "Hey hey hey, I paid for this! No need to try to tase me! Or you know, go ahead. But then it's my turn! Actually, go ahead, I like the funny feeling in my teeth that is left over after!"

LostHaven

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Detective Marshall

The sound of Daoloth showing up was always a dead give away that he was in for an interesting conversation, he always was. As the mass of never-ending geometry appeared he shoved his hands into his trench coat pockets, staring at it in typical unfazed fashion. "Not sure why I'd state it, you already know." He listened to Daoloth have it's moment of oversharing, shifting his weight a bit. Of all the eldritch beings he'd encountered, Daoloth was definitely one of the more bearable. Once he was done he spoke up to have his piece. "I had asked if Nyarlothotep knew of anyone who could help with the O.A, I suppose I got what I asked for. Who is James?" He glanced towards his office door, then back too Daoloth. "M&M knows I called you then? Right, how'd she figure that out? I'll be handling the cult today, correct. Undecided on Dunnie, but she needs somewhere to go. I'm not sure why I'd need to go see the librarian who is so much more but continue. I got a tip from an anonymous source which I request you don't give me the details about out of respect for that person. I was told the three heroes were resurrected were from outside our plane of existence. Did Chutes do it, or someone else?"

He offered no comment on the status of his shoulder. He knew sylvia was less than happy about it, but they were heroes and police. This came with the line of duty. He still had to write an acceptance speech for a medal he didn't want or need. "We both know I can only keep you here so long before it turns into a bad idea, you touch something, and it gets warped off to God knows where in the multiverse and dimensions. So fill me in here."

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Melita Demas
"I am sorry to inform you that you will haunt no one should you die. Your soul will be collected and sent to whatever after-life it goes to. Or it will remain in purgatory." Oriax kicking his feet up on the headrest of her seat didn't bother her as she drove forward to follow the trail of the thread, listening to Dantalion speak to Oriax in an endearing fashion. Following the thread was greatly expedited due to the car she had willed her door to take the form of, only coming to a halt after five minutes outside of a hotel. Stepping out of the car she brushed her hair over her shoulder, glancing towards the door which simply opened up for the both of them. "We have arrived at Raum's location, we must find the room he resides in." Once they were both out she had no hesitation in grabbing both of them, one hand each, and gently leading them forward to hunt down Raum. "It is counterproductive for Raum to kill you, Dantallion. Until given reason not too, I will safeguard you as needed."

Deathkitten LostHaven ​

 

[LostHaven]

Raum & Oriax

Hotel Room 663 | "That took you far too long." "Fuck. You."​

The room service was taking far too long. That being said, it also held true that Raum had made quite the ludicrous order, and asked for it all to be delivered at once, so the wait was excusable. To kill time, the raven perched on the ledge of the window, and silently gazed down at the streets below. A particular Mercury Montclair in the distance caught his attention for a brief moment. It stopped some distance away from the hotel, and from it walked out three figures that were difficult to make out. He could, however, feel the presence of two demons, and one more of a being that exuded a deathly chill. One of them was familiar enough, and another gave the archdemon a sliver of doubt. Was he going senile? Certainly not. "You've quite some explaining to do, Oriax," Raum mumbled under his breath as he hopped off the window, shutting the blinds before making himself slightly more presentable to his to-be visitors.

The thread of mana lead the trio to a particularly pricey hotel, to a room on the sixth floor. The weak, practically nonexistent trail ended at Room 663, and behind it surely waited the Archdemon of Secrets, or, in the worst-case scenario, disappointment. "There's definitely a demon on the other side," Oriax remarked, standing in front of the door. He reached for the doorknob, only to realize it wouldn't budge. As he was an impatient man, the decency of waiting for the occupant to answer didn't even cross Oriax mind as he just kicked the door down. It broke right off its hinges and flew backwards in a cloud of wood splinters, and flew into the other side of the hotel room, stopping only at the wall and embedding itself into it.

The opened doorway revealed the occupant inside, a tall man with raven-black hair, piercing eyes that saw uncomfortably deep into one's soul and a neutral, poker-face look that caused Oriax to boil up inside with annoyance. His gloved hand was outstretched, pointed toward where the doorknob would have been. Luckily, the flying door had apparently somehow missed Raum. "You still haven't fixed that horrendous habit of yours to break down doors," Raum said, completely unimpressed. Undoubtedly the hotel would demand that he pay for damages. Raum's eyes then glazed over the other two visitors. One was a Reaper Knight, and another his own daughter, whom he was absolutely certain would've died as a result of the Void-Essence Bomb some five-thousand years ago. Despite being this being the first time in far too long he had seen Oriax and his own daughter, Raum maintained a cold, indifferent expression. "I see. You've somehow endured your ordeals, more or less? Perhaps I don't give Oriax enough credit," he commented, directed toward Dantalion. Of course, he knew full well of the circumstances already, but they could explain it themselves.

"It is rather unsuitable to stand in front of the doorway, so please enter. That said, complete privacy is more or less of an illusion now, seeing as a crucial element of that is now stuck in the opposing wall." Raum entered, gesturing for everyone else to follow. "But do be wary of your voice, it's best that you don't wake a sleeping celestial dragon," he added. "Now, then, I don't believe my time is has come yet, Reaper. What is it that you seek? Seeing that you've brought my former retainer and my daughter to coax me into complying with your request, I assume it is a matter of urgency? Perhaps of the souls that have vanished from Death's domain?"

Deathkitten ManofManyRoles Daniel Reaving

 

[LostHaven]

Ashimar the Sorrowmaker

Outside of an Apartment | "Sorry, were you going somewhere?"
​

Upon reaching the scene of the murder, the first thing that was immediately noticeable was that although armed forces had already practically surrounded the entire area, not a single person was yet to step inside the apartment building. The reason for that was made evident the moment Nexus entered - there was a thick 'mist' that permeated the air; a deathly miasma that irradiated a sickly green glow. It was undoubtedly the work of necromancy. Any normal human would've suffered necrosis across the entire body within a matter of around forty-five seconds of being in the mist, and even faster considering the fact that they would have inhaled the deathly mist as well. As luck would have it, Nexus would have been resistant thanks to his artificial lungs and mechanical body.

The first grisly corpse was located just near the front door, with an opened torso revealing a hollowed-out chest. The victim's ribcage had been forcefully torn open, with her internal organs strewn messily across the place. The next two corpses were found in the bedroom where the initial 'summoning' had taken place - one of the victims had been bisected cleanly horizontally, with her severed torso being a considerable distance from the lower half. The final victim was found lying near the window of the bedroom, all four limbs missing and scattered around the room, with her throat crudely ripped open and her body covered in bite and tear marks. The upper half of the other corpse was right next to the last victim, with bloodied nails and teeth, and a severed arm still hanging in its mouth, and a trail of bloodied entrails following behind its open underside. The implications were more or less clear, the perpetrator was undoubtedly a necromancer. The only issue was the extent of their power - on a lucky day, it was simply a mad human who had dabbled into the profane, or, on a bad day, Nexus would have to face off against an Elder Lich. Thankfully, the corpses were still and unmoving, the flame of undeath having long left the body. The necromancer clearly had no interest in keeping these defective flesh-puppets.

Unfortunately for Nexus, upon reviewing a recreation of the scene, he would learn of the summoned creature's form, and it was far from a plain, garden variety demon a teenage girl could possibly summon. It was humanoid, but the creature was nothing but dry bones. Its skull didn't resemble any known creature and appeared as though it had been taken right out of a fantasy game.

Upon handing the wrecked phone and reconstructed scene to the agents at the scene, Nexus had turned to leave. However in the few seconds his back was turned, there was a loud crash, followed by incoherent screaming and the creature's maniacal laughter. The thundering roar of gunfire and clinking of metal ensued for only a few moments before all fell silent. The creature was still inside the apartment. In just a few seconds, it had massacred several-dozen armed men. Either out of luck, or per the creature's whim, Nexus had not encountered it whilst in the small space inside, but it appeared as though Ashimar had no intention for his new 'friend' to leave. "Why the hurry? Aren't you leaving too soon?" The creature asked. Nexus probably had heard the creature's voice in the reconstructed video, but it was even more terrifying in-person. It carried an unnatural, whispery echo that trailed off from every word it spoke. "Please, would you kindly keep me company? These poor, lost souls are hardly worth a conversation." There was a wide, horrid smile across the creature's skeletal face, which seemed utterly impossible; the gap between its jaws was twisted into a wide, upward curve, and its empty sockets were scanning Nexus with great interest. If it wasn't obvious enough that Ashimar wasn't after conversation, but rather Nexus' life, it would be as Ashimar began to slowly step toward Nexus, twirling his sickle and chain in his hand. "Come, now. Misery loves company, after all."

Stricken Steel

 

[Stricken Steel]

Project Nexus
I had turned back almost instantly after hearing those words from the demons' mouth. "I'm in no hurry, No need to. Almost everyone and everything I knew and owned is now since long gone," I calmly stared up at the demon's 'face' with a fearless expression. "Yet do you realize that I'm just a walking corpse? Seriously though, I don't have a soul, I was only reanimated because I'm...Supposed to be dead. But I have a question, Why haven't you slain me yet?" I simply held my carbine with a firm grip as I watched the lank and tall demonic figure approach me with a steady walk.
I scanned the demon looking for both points of Interest and to document it, as well as its' sick looking Sickle and chain of some sort. I then saw the corpses strewn out behind the demon.
"You really do make art with those tools of yours." I said to him. For me, I was calm on the outside, but I was calm on the inside as if I had been put in this situation many times before. "Adrenaline on Standby." The AI spoke to me. "And yes, I can keep you company as well. Would you like to hear about my life's story?" I asked as I stared at the demon through my visor with the slightest smile on my face.


LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

Ashimar the Sorrowmaker

Outside an Apartment | "You are far from a walking corpse."​

Nexus' remark at his apparent soullessness and status as a 'walking corpse' earned an unsettling cackle from Ashimar. "You are sorely mistaken, half-construct," the reaper replied, stopping his advance toward Nexus with about half a meter distance between them. "A body without a soul is without will, without a shred of sentience. Barely considered alive, in a half-vegetative state. You are undoubtedly alive, for Death is quite a stingy one. She will claim your life only when your time has come, without fail."

The 'cyborg's' compliment earned another low chuckle from the reaper. "You flatter me," Ashimar replied with a grotesque smile. Though his 'prey' was entirely unafraid of his presence, it also held true that the rifle in Nexus' hands posed little concern for Ashimar. If anything, he enjoyed Nexus' fearlessness, and he would enjoy eventually breaking it. Ashimar noted the subtle voice coming from the machinery that comprised Nexus' body but was still wholly unconcerned. Raising the sickle in his hand, Ashimar threw it in the direction of Nexus, the weapon whizzing past the cyborg's head and crashed into the ground behind him, kicking up a cloud of rubble and dust. The reaper then unhanded the chains, letting it drop to the ground with a series of metallic clanging.

"I do admire your calmness. I wouldn't mind hearing your tale, I'm all ears," Ashimar replied as he made the first move, lunging forward with his right arm lurching outward to grapple Nexus. As he did so, the spectral green flame that burned all over his skeletal body enveloped his gauntleted hand as well. Normally, flesh that came in contact with the flame would wither to dust almost immediately, but with Nexus, it would singe his metallic body at best.

Stricken Steel

 

[Stricken Steel]

Project Nexus
I watched as the sickle flew past my somewhat armored head. "Whoa! Watch where you point that thing son!" I exclaimed as the chains fell onto the ground. I had stepped off to the side as he had barely burned my armor. "Half-Construct? You realize I'm a mech of the sorts? It would be best to remain at peace, I really don't wanna do this." I said as I put down my Carbine (Not a rifle) and switched to Hand-to-Hand. "Adrenaline Engaged." The AI spoke to me.
The adrenaline from the suit rushed into my artificial veins as I threw a punch towards the chest of the demon. I backed up quickly to avoid any more Hand-To-Melee combat from the demon. I had slipped up on a small smooth stone and fell instantly onto my Metal-Ass.
"Agh...Fuck..." I placed both hands on the street and recovered quickly.
"Also, Thanks for the compliment, I keep to myself usually," I had let out a light chuckle. "You kind of remind me of that guy from...What movie was it? Ugh Dammit...It was uhm...Ghost Rider? The one with Nicholas Cage? Yeah that one!"


LostHaven

 

[Deathkitten]

The Cruise​

The deck of the ship was barren, no one was scuttering about, which made a lot of sense considering the hostage situation. There was no one to buy any bikinis from, no one to question, and considering the massive size of the ship... there weren't even any pirates immediately visible to shake down and threaten. The pirates had control of the important portions of the ship, not really the party places. They had the helm well in hand and weren't too interested in any wandering civilians... only their possessions.

Beyond that, given how far out they were still from the coast and how you don't do much looking down in such a massive ship... they didn't notice the sudden shadow of the leviathan, either.

ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon

 

[Deathkitten]

No Name​

This man was a few crayons short of the knife drawer, and it didn't take a rocket surgeon to tell that.

Why would anyone wish for the pain and suffering of the innocents? That didn't make any sense to her. Was this world she was brought into so ill that this was common? Was this why she was made? He wasn't a massive sinner... so she didn't want to punish him much... especially cause he kind of spooked her a little. Did she need to do anything with him? No... probably not. It wasn't like she knew anyone to tell about the man and the concerning nature of his visions. She didn't even know "police" existed. She had to get to a place of worship, somewhere that she could find her father's people and hopefully get someone to explain something to her because at the moment the best idea she had was to walk around and find bad souls.

Which... didn't sound... awful? But also wasn't something she wanted to do while she had the pressing confusion at the back of her mind. And again, crazy old man Jenkins had spooked her. More information sounded like a great idea.

What did a place of worship look like?

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Darren​

"Of course!" he responded, "Anyone in that sort of situation would come first. That's a no brainer." His attention was almost immediately out the window when they got in the car, something at this point par for the course. He seemed to always do that in cars. He jumped in surprise at the sudden jig the car did, eyes flicking back over to Natalie. Her explanation brought a frown to his face, and he looked away again, "I... sorry. I can't exactly help it. I don't know how to control it, and it's not like I can just call up my dad and ask him about it. If I did, you'd probably never see me again because he'd drag me off."

He sighed, "I'm fine. Just bothered by how comfortable I feel playing that role. Worried about life as per usual. It's nothing special. And yes, I know, the fact that I feel bad about it at all means I'm not a bad person, etc etc. Anyway, I'm sorry I'm using my power on you... I hope it's not too bad... I'll... try to learn how to control it as soon as I can."

ManofManyRoles

 

[LostHaven]

Jeremiah Lloyd

War Hawker, Underground Warehouse | "What the fuck-?! HOW IN THE SHIT ARE YOU STILL FINE?!" "Oh, he's never 'fine'." ​

"You who what where how why when nani the actual SHIT, how are you- this is absolute bullshit!" A series of incoherent curses came flying out of 'Zim' after his complete failure at attempting to devour Wildcard's soul, and take his body for a spin. The madman's soul was, for one reason or the other, completely untouchable by the likes of Zael'teph, and that was quite the impressive feat, even if he had been stuck in a shitty prison of a sword for god knows how long. "WHICH GOD WOULD FUCKING GUARD YOUR SHITTY SOUL?! WHO ARE YOU, FUCKING DEADPOOL?!" 'Zim' yelled again, completely disregarding Wildcard's polite request to keep his voice down. "OF COURSE I CAN'T FUCKING SEE YOU MORON, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE EYES?! I'M NOT MOTHERFUCKING SOUL EDGE!" While it was questionable as to where the sightless demon sword got all the references from, it was true that he was completely 'blind', only able to 'sense' presences. So, yeah, going to the bathroom wasn't 'as' awkward, but the sword could also 'hear' by sensing the vibrations in the air, or something. I don't actually know. I didn't take biology, and 'magic, cursed talking swords' isn't in the syllabus.

On the other hand, Jeremiah completely ignored Wildcard's exchange with the talking sword, quietly putting his stun-gun away with a small sigh of relief. "No, it won't be necessary, the sword was supposed to make the wielder go on a frenzied rampage, but it appears that was false." Jeremiah then approached Wildcard, taking the tablet off the mercenary's hands and carefully scrutinized the crude doodle, deciphering it to the best of his ability. "I'll have everything prepared in the next hour, except for the energy-blade. That will take about four-to-five days to construct and have delivered. Do you have a vehicle to bring everything, or shall I have it delivered to an address? As for the payment, you can pay the full price right now, or over a set amount of time."

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Fine...fine's a word. I guess.

Wildcard stared at the sword as if there was a buffering wheel in the place of his brain. "god guarding my soul- Ohhhh. You saw that? You tried to touch that? Oh, that's because I'm in bed with Death! She's a super cutie, drop dead gorgeous, super fun to hang around, plus she's fun-sized! I saw her true form once, it was a RIDE! So I was in Korea right, and I was dealing with a cult trying to summon her. Well, they summoned her. I nearly died, but y'know...one thing led to another and what do you know, she's now the cheese to my bread!" Wildcards voice was filled with manic glee as he retold his tale, speaking again in regards to his next question. "Nah, I'm like deadpools second cousin or something. I'm also waaaay better looking. Good thing you can't see though, because I never use the bathroom unarmed. I did that once in Chile and I got riddled with bullets! Hurt like hell!"

Putting the sword back in its sheath he looked at Jeremiah, giving a shrug. "I mean, I'm already insane. Can't go double insane. Wait...can you go double insane? No, no of course not. If anyone was double insane I'd be the first guy to do it! Ohhh, would I wind up in Guinness for that?" Putting the sword away on his back he paused, as if running mental calculations. "Oh yea yea, deliver it to an address! I have their card around here somewhere..." He patted himself down for a moment before producing a business card for the Motel Six, offering it to him. "Room seven! I can pay up front, how much for everything?"

LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

Ashimar the Sorrowmaker

Outside an Apartment | "Your opponent is undead, cyborg, not a human."​

Nexus' punch connected with Ashimar's chest, producing a sickening crack as something undoubtedly snapped under the cyborg's fist. However, the creature didn't even so much as stumble, standing tall as though the attack had no effect. Though he could have easily taken advantage of the brief moment of vulnerability where Nexus had slipped, Ashimar patiently stood still as he allowed his opponent to return to their feet.

"You're quite skilled at combating humans, but it appears as though you've little experience with the supernatural, yes?" the reaper remarked. Despite showing some degree of reason, it seemed as though Ashimar had no intention of settling the matter peacefully. As for Nexus' comment on Ashimar's resemblance to 'Ghost Rider', the reaper had no comment, having little to no knowledge on pop-culture and whatnot. "Apologies, I have no intention of wasting this encounter. My prey recently have become more dull than the last, I do hope you will help alleviate that boredom." Once Nexus had regained his footing, Ashimar immediately resumed combat, stepping forward with a jab from his left arm, while his right hand, still enveloped in necromantic magicks, lurched outwards for Nexus' head, the place where Ashimar had guessed to contain the least synthetic material.
Stricken Steel

 

[Stricken Steel]

Project Nexus
"Uh oh..." I said as my visor closed with the thought of it. The Impact from Ashimars' blow had barely cracked the strong and durable Visor, But the blow sent me flying into a car across the street.
After I heard his 'remarks' I answered with, "Sadly No, There weren't those like you back in 1998." I tried to peel myself out of the car (or what remained of it) but failed to do so. I looked over at my left arm and It was stuck in the door. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck..." I muttered under my breath as the 'Grim Reaper' slowly approached me.
After a few moments of struggling the AI had said, "It is possible to detach the arm and close off the Artificial bloodstream. It would not hurt to do so, and would be the best bet, As you could pull it out and use it as a weapon?" I knew I had a few minutes left to 'live' so I took that risk, It was either try to kill this thing, Or die trying.
I detached my arm quickly and I pulled it out with my right arm.
To him, It might be a bit humourous, But this was the last chance I had left to supposedly 'live'. "As my Drill Sergeant said, 'Giving up, Is only for the Chickenshits'." I stood up slowly back up to my height. "And also, You are a real pain in my metal ass." I remarked as I got ready to hit him with my arm.


LostHaven

 

[LostHaven]

Ashimar the Sorrowmaker

Streets? | "Tell me, desire you power?"​

Ashimar hadn't expected his fist to send Nexus flying. As a result, his attempt at the cyborg's vital failed entirely, with the reaper failing to get a grip on Nexus' head in time to cast any sort of necromantic magic. "Of course, mankind was yet to gain their anomalous, superhuman abilities then. Perhaps it is best to have never dabbled in power beyond understanding." Again, Ashimar allowed Nexus time to pull himself back to his feet, as if taunting the cyborg, indicating that he required no cheap advantage to best him. To add injury to insult, Nexus' desperate effort to combat him only resulted in a loud and mocking laugh.

"Adorable," Ashimar commented as he watched Nexus detach his own arm to use as some sort of weapon. In response, Ashimar grabbed his own left arm, and yanked at it, twisting his left arm right off with a disgusting 'pop'. He then pointed his own detached limb toward Nexus. "With your current state, you're hardly worth hunting," Ashimar said with a slight tone of disappointment. "Come now, show me what you're capable of in your desperation. Perhaps I'll impart you with a gift, should I find your effort endearing enough."

Stricken Steel