Futuristic The Genesis Bullet (Semi-futuristic Mutant RP, Open and Accepting!)

[Mitchs98]

@Kiroshiven @TheLoneRook (For the medic NPC's?)


Vampire




Vampire was shocked to say the least when Fox picked her up, she'd expected him to knock her out to end the fight, not help her. Though, she didn't question it. He was right, she was hurting far worse than she'd let on, so she welcomed the help. "Thanks." She told him when they'd reached the elevator. She just hoped he was right about the fact of them having medics on hand to treat injuries, her entire stomach was one giant bruise a sickening mix of black, blue, and dark purple. She didn't figure she would die from it seeing as she was a Natural, but she sure as hell couldn't fight or really do much movement in her current state. When he sat her down she simply nodded and slid into a sitting posistion against the wall of the elevator with her arm across her stomach and awaited the medic team.


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@Daisy589816


Ribbon




Ribbon had expected Kit to take advantage of the fact that she had fell and was surprised when she didn't, even further surprised as well as confused when she tossed aside her weapons and assumed an un-armed fighting stance. Ribbon didn't exactly have any skill in un-armed fighting, or any fighting really. The only reason she was doing so well thus far was the fact her hair ribbons were more or less gymnastic ribbons, that and the fact she had toyed around with them a while the night prior. Regardless she didn't want to kill her, and she felt if she kept fighting with her ribbons it was very possible she would accidentally kill her or horribly wound her.


So, she stood and assumed a loose fighting stance of her own. She clearly had the disadvantage but the last thing she wanted to do was kill Kit, not only for the fact that it meant that she'd been killed to but mostly for the fact that they were allies, despite the fact they were being forced to spar to prove their worth. Without further hesitation she kicked at the back of Kit's leg, hoping to knock her off balance like she had done to her.

 

[Daisy589816]

Kit's knee dipped forward, throwing her off balance and causing her fall on that knee. She shielded her head with one arm, just in case if there were any other attacks pending. She tumbled pushed off on the ground with one foot, tumble-rolling off to one side to avoid the next strike, but it only bought her so much time. Being in such a low position, the only areas she could strike to weaken her opponent were her legs and torso, but seeing how her bullets simply bounced off of her chest with no effect, a blow to the stomach wouldn't have been that effective. The blood lightly trickling from her cheek running dry, she tried to devise another plan that fit the current circumstances. Her heart slammed in her ears, her head becoming overwhelmed suddenly. Without another second wasted, she lunged at Ribbon shoulder-first, tackling her.

 

[TheLoneRook]

Rook waited for Feather and resisted the urge to kill her on the elevator the whole way down. He didn't say a word, fists clenched, until they were at the bottom of the elevator and climbing onto the tram. "You're gonna die before you even do anything useful if you keep pretending that you can get away with whatever you please." he scoffed, crossing his arms as he flung his legs onto the rail in front of him. He needed to stop caring again. This idiot had somehow broken through his numb hide, and she'd been boring into his head as long as he'd known her. The most heavily armored newcomer in the group, and yet he somehow managed to feel the most exposed in the presence of some ditsy winged girl.


The hell was wrong with him anyway...


The tram was moving faster than usual, the guards at the back and front of the tram seemed tense. Rook wasn't sure whether to address them as superiors or inferiors so he just tried a medium level. "Oi. You scared or something?"


The guard looked back at him and chuckled, the comment seemed to at least calm him down. "Picture yourself in my shoes, a normal guy working 9-5 assigned to somehow manage people who could kill me before I even knew what happened. Wouldn't you be scared?" The guard's comment ringed full in Rook's ears and he nodded slowly. Being nice was one thing, that didn't change what he could do. What he was designed to do.




Michael regarded the man named Steel with a simple nod. He had the composure of a fighter, and the stance of a fighter, but his eyes looked like they were somewhere else. It was a strange sight. Even in the sight of someone so apparently tormented, he couldn't drop his stance. This was all for show and tell as far as he knew, but the threat was still there. This man meant to fight, and so did Michael.


Despite that, he didn't want to make the first move. It was an easy move to make, and it wouldn't require any more than an extension of his hand and a bit of tension in his arm, but he didn't know what Steel's tricks were. The man had metal, but that told him nothing. He could just take in the flames and use them as food for all Michael knew. He had to be patient, he had to see what he was fighting. He needed a motivator for his opponent.


"Who'd you plan on fighting today? Your opponent or your past? Attempting both is asking to lose." It was a guess. A weak guess, but it might provoke a response, and a response was all he needed to at least get an idea of what he was working with.




Lauren, for the moment, had convinced the official that Demon was just in need of additional training. If they had bothered to perform an autopsy on the businessman who'd sadly lost his life they'd noticed his heart stopped long before he was beaten senseless, but what they didn't know wouldn't get the rest of them killed.


Vex had come to her aid, though it wasn't the kind of aid she needed, a little was better than none. She regarded the girl with a nod, and then a nod to the side, towards Demon and the others, her way of saying "Please insure the following people do not get killed please and thank you". It was a miracle all involved were women, Demon didn't do well with boys. Maybe if he was with SK, he wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Marble was a boy? She sighed as the businessman and his goons left the premises, wiping the sweat from her brow.


"Saint, you're needed in Sector 8. There's a fight taking place that doesn't have a moderator. Just make sure they don't kill each other, it's pretty simple. Vex, Marble, take Demon back to the Overgrown habitat, stay quiet. I'll deal with Definition."


Lyra didn't know who Definition was, but she could guess based on the dead businessman and his friend that they weren't very fun to play with. She gave Demon a little pat on the arm and put her helmet back on, using the slide-guards on her boots and her lance to shoot herself out of the blown open hole in the hangar and towards Sector 8. Lauren was gone, faster than most would've expected. Marble disconnected his shield arm and took the door that Demon had torn from the wall, crumpling it into a ball and handing it to Demon. Lauren taught him that having something to hold onto was comforting, even if it was just a random object. He looked with his blank white eyes to Vex to call the elevator, since his foot-wide fingers would really not be very good at pressing the right button.




Lyra made it to Sector 8 fast enough and it took all of 2 minutes for the massive door to the arena to open. Once it did she noticed little more than lots of fading smoke and a dude with a tail carrying a chick with wings. It looked like one of the two had come out a lot more beat up than the other. She set down her weapons and jogged to them, tapping on Vampire's forehead to make sure she was conscious. She'd kept her sister alive long enough to know what to look for when it came to injuries. No concussion, maybe some broken bones, she didn't even bother to check the wings. "Well, you're not dead, that's a plus. Looks like you took a bit of a beating but you're not operating table worthy. Here." Lyra produced a small silver pill from one of her many pockets on her belt. "You guys are supposed to be the fastest healers out of all of us, but this should do the trick. It's supposed to put your regeneration factor up a few notches. I don't know why they didn't give you guys any." Lyra looked up to their viewing box, which seemed to be empty. Lauren was probably supposed to monitor their match, she must have gotten caught up.


"I'm not the medical team but it doesn't look like they're gonna send one to you. We can take the elevator back down to HQ, if that's not enough to do the trick. I didn't really get a lot of instructions."


@Kiroshiven @Daisy589816 @Mitchs98

 

[Daisy589816]

"Doesn't matter who I'm fighting." Steel said, his naturally brassy voice empty of emotion. "I'm here for the same reason you are."


He assumed they were both there to simply take care of business, but if the guy had any other intentions pending up those flaming sleeves of his, he'd deal with it later.


He didn't care much for the conversation at the moment, not that he cared for conversation at all, anyways. The glow in his skin transitioned from gold to electric blue and his icy, pale irises turned a pale yellow. There was an immediate reverse as he clenched his fists, but he hadn't noticed anything but the sudden coldness. Despite his reptile-like body temperature, his body began to expel heat like a furnace.

 

[Kiroshiven]

Demon watched as they all dispersed and felt at ease for a minute. He didn't have to fight anymore. No fight. He let out a sigh of relief and nearly collapsed where he stood. He'd kept himself so tense from the moment he got in the hangar til that moment. Although it had been only a few minutes, his new structure proved to be quite the challenge to maintain battle ready. He would need to practice with Marble at a later date. "Spar later." He said to Marble as he took the ball. It was a simple request. He wanted to get stronger and protect Lauren and the other women in the troop. The men, he'd deal with them at some point, but the women were people he'd protect if he could. Demon walked over to some of the wreckage that had been caused. Although he had one ball, he wanted a few others. He collected enough material to make four balls before he started walking back to the elevator.




Feather could tell that Rook was irritated. Good. Serves him right. "I don't act like I can get away with doing whatever I please. I made a miscalculation that they'd take me leveling the playing field as trying to escape. But the fact is, you still tried to kill me in there, DESPITE what they told you at the start." Her attitude towards Rook wasn't one of just irritation. It was loathing. She hated men and Rook was just an even more annoying one that made assumptions about everything. He was just some idiot that didn't know anything about her.


She watched as the guards seemed terrified of the two of them and when they mentioned picturing themselves in their shoes. "Please, why would we do that? Do we look like we have a death wish. You need to relax a bit man." Feather sighed as she stood up. "If it'll make you feel any better though." Feather cringed as she tried to adjust her wings and managed to sit down where they couldn't be seen. She was hurting, but it would at least comfort the guards. "Better? I can't do anything about the two ton demon next to me." Feather spit the words out at Rook, still hating the fact that she had to deal with him.




Fox turned from the monitor showing Margaret and that girl with the markings on her face to see another person walking up to Vampire. "I take it you're another one like us huh?" Fox walked over and put his hand on Vampire's back. "I presume she'll be okay." Fox gestured to the pill in Lyra's hands with a gentle motion. The slash across his chest was already healed, but the damage to his clothing was still their. His robes would likely have to be trashed or sent off for repairs, but for the time being he merely slid the top half off and wrapped the scraps around his waist. Fox hadn't really noticed the night before as he had slept through it, but his body had become a lot more toned and solid after the bullet. It was definitely an improvement from before. "So who are you?" Fox asked the person in armor. "And I take it you fought one the big ones from the amount of stress your armor seems to have gone through."


@TheLoneRook @Mitchs98

 

[Spazzycat101]

Ending another day rather poorly, Violet trudged through the lobby of the hotel she had been holed up in for... Oh, a month now, wasn't it? The name on the stained uniform she bore when waiting tables read her full first name, not the one she more often went by. After exchanging an exhausted wave with the worker that sat behind the desk, their phone illuminating their face, the woman continued on her way to the elevator and to her room. Once there, she spitefully spied her few possessions, which amounted to clothes and her viola. Sharing a name with the instrument was not what branded her with a love for the instrument, and therefore prevented her from selling the antiquated thing, she adored the music of it anyway. It was that which lead her to name herself so when she had disowned her family and moved quite far away. As she was about to simply collapse on the bed, she heard a knock on the door that startled her out of her tired trance. Giving a hopefully inaudible groan she opened the door to be greeted with a-- a gun?! At the same time as a gasp there came a literally gut-wrenching sting that more than substituted for the lack of a sound from the silenced gun. Within moments, Violet struck the floor with her expression twisted in pain before the stifling black became absolute.


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As soon as there came a hint of consciousness, there came a mild alarm. With a small gasp and little hesitation, Violet's hands came forward quickly as if she were bracing a fall, but none such fall came. It took her a moment to realize that she was lying down already, so she moved to quickly force herself upright before she stopped at the sight of her hands. White, almost completely white, save for a few creases of dark purple by her joints. What? What? Her skin wasn't white or purple. Nor was she alive, for that matter... Quickly, she hid her discoloured and now shaking hands from her sight and sat up, folding her legs beneath her. She kept her gaze directed at the ceiling, though from the corner of her eye she saw a figure in the corner of whatever room she was in. If she was dead, she wouldn't be able to notice something like that. Though she was never a religious person, a thought crossed her mind-- afterlife? Was that a possibility?


She was sure as hell it couldn't be.


So, she decided, she hadn't died in her hotel room. At least that was something to gladly remain on her nonexistent bucket list. Heaving a sigh and trying, with hidden difficulty, to ignore the other in the room, she risked looking down again. Violet saw the same sight, bruised-looking white skin, though now there was a film of stuff, stuff that looked suspiciously like iodine vapor hanging before her. Her eyes quickly widened and narrowed again. Iodine? Why in the hell would pure iodine vapor be floating around? Unless it wasn't that, it could be some kind of... Something. As soon as she cared to take another breath, though, she realized that the gas couldn't be something else, it was her breath. Still trying to ignore the person, apparently a lightly armoured man who remained unresponsive in the coner of the room, she watched as a purple cloud before before her wide-eyed face much like cloudy breath on a wintry day prior to slowly fading and dispersing. The stuff, whatever it was, came with each breath and also seemed to emanate from the dark marks on her palms, arms, legs and face, giving her an even more gaunt and zombie-like look than otherwise. There was nothing, no explanation, no hint, nothing besides the man in the corner and a small pile of metallic, expensive-looking equipment and a few clothes, black and grey clothes that weren't unfit for a funeral. She sat where she was for quite a while, watching as the purple gas flowed from her breath and seeped unfelt through her skin until she eventually reasoned that simply touching whatever equipment that was wouldn't be harmful, hopefully. Slowly, she reached her hands toward the equipment, waiting for a reaction from the man that never came. Eventually, wishing not to leave the opposite corner of the room to which she had retreated, she had dragged the pile of unnerving wear to her. Each piece was arranged in such a fashion that alluded to it being something made to wear, which in turn lead Violet to reluctantly fit what appeared to be a bracer to her left forearm. With a hiss of hydraulics, a snapping seal and a flinch-worthy bite of pain as tiny needles secured themselves into her arm, she tried to remove the augmentation again but found it impossible. Almost as soon as she took a few quick, worried breaths while one hand scrambled to find some release, she realized at the sight of the colour hanging before her face, 'Why not?' Her skin had already turned white as a sheet and the few veins visible in her wrist flowed with dark purple instead of red. She reached for the other equipment.


When the long, metallic piece was all that remained, she held it over two hands unsure of what to do with it until the spinal-cord pattern caught her eye. When she hesitantly held it at the base of her neck, it aligned itself almost like a living thing and clamped into her skin down her back. The most painful part of such a thing was when a small section it bit through her skin, then a bit of flesh and bone to drill into her spinal nerve. Such a thing threatened black spots at the edges of her vision and let her surrender a small surprised squeak, the first sound she had given since waking. She resumed her dull waiting, though she did realize that her breath was less vibrantly coloured.

 

[Verminlord]

Chloe -Right- was -Down- not -Drop- having -Roll a -Up- good -Left- time -R-


Her high speed dance like rhythm was broken by what felt like a kick to the chest. The misstep combined with the force of the bullet sent her briefly tumbling before jumping back to her feet.


Chloe spared a glance at where she had been hit, but either the presumably rubber bullets were softer than she thought, or her scales had a bit of armor to them. Huh, they could come in useful after all. Still, that hurt, and a whole clip of them would probably put her down, rubber or not.


Her own bullets had seemly done little to the armor Lila was wearing, so a different approach was needed. When she was given a moment to breath by her opponent changing her weapon and backing off, she shouted back.


"NOTHING HAPPENED LAST NIGHT, YOU GOT DRUNK AND DITCHED ME FOR FOX-BOY"


After that she took off in a sprint towards Lila, pushing herself as fast as she could go. A few hastily aimed shots from her pistols hopefully laying down enough cover-fire to get there in time.


@SniperBus

 

[Mitchs98]

@Kiroshiven @TheLoneRook


Vampire

Vampire groaned and swatted at Lyra's hand when she poked her, "I'm awake." She insisted before shifting around slightly. She glanced to the pill warily, she saw no reason to not trust her. She took the pill from her shortly after Fox came over and swallowed it. "Thanks, I should be fine with this." She told her. Which was true, she could already feel herself healing faster. She'd probably have one hell of a bruise for a little while but her injuries itself would heal, but at-least she didn't feel like she got hit by a semi anymore. She assumed her wings had healed if they took any damage as well, she hadn't really paid attention as most of the damage was on her stomach. She stayed silent while Fox and Lyra talked for now, opting to just let the medicine take it's course.


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@Daisy589816


Ribbon hit the ground fairly hard from Kit tackling her, she hadn't bothered with any follow up attacks seeing as she didn't figure it would be a good idea to punch armor, nor did she really have time to react to her tackling her. She wasn't really strong enough to push her off of her either, so instead she opted to try punching her in the face with the arm she didn't land on to get her off of her. If that didn't work, well, she pretty much lost the match. She wasn't exactly going to stab her in the neck with the knife she had hidden either, so that was out of the question.

 

[Lungfish]

Fish chuckled at Aqua's enthusiasm, taking a mock curtsy as the young athlete disturbed the water in her excitement. Fish listened intently to her introductions, but took a wary step back when the woman formed the spear. The rising water lapped at her legs, and she raised herself to the balls of her feet as Aqua continued speaking. Mobility would be Fish's advantage in this fight. Unsure of the hardness of her scales, she poised herself for evasive maneuvers, not wanting to risk finding out what the impact of a spear would do to her chest. While she might not have known much about combat, she certainly knew how to control her falls. As Aqua flung the spear at her, Fish tucked her trident to her side and dove diagonally into the shallow pool at their feet, narrowly avoiding the first blow of the battle and attempting to position herself closer to her opponent. Her only weapons were short-to-mid range, and Aqua's projectiles seemed to be able to cause more damage at distances.


With a few short kicks, Fish closed the gap to a meter, then breached from the water in a desperate lunge at Aqua with her trident. While she certainly performed the maneuver with more grace than a whale could, her aim left something to be desired. She really hadn't the slightest as to what she was doing, fighting.


@Kiroshiven

 

[Kiroshiven]

Instincts dominated Aqua at that point. The fact that the water flowing from her body had already become enough for them to swim in meant that she could easily win this fight. A swift move of her leg and two waves of water appeared. One moving Aqua off to the side, the other coming straight at Fish. Just need you back in the water. It was only a waiting game. As soon as Fish would go back into the water, she'd capture her. Aqua moved her arms and legs causing the water to act much like it would during a storm. However, unlike a storm, even under the surface the water was pushing and pulling every which way, trying to move her opponent towards a wall so that Aqua could pin her down. The way she dodged the spear was annoying. No need to let that happen again.


@Lungfish

 

[SniperBus]

Vex

Lauren waved a vague gesture at her, something probably between 'go check on those people over there' and, 'don't blow anything up'. She simply nodded in return, walking back to where Demon, Lyra, and Marble were standing. " 'Ey Marb', 'Ey, Dem'. " She said as Lyra activated the rocket thruster on the lance, flying out of the hangar at ridiculous speed.


The disturbed air was enough to stagger her for a moment, before regained balance. Marble poked Demon and the motley group started moving. Vex jogged, struggling to keep up with just their walking pace.


The three reached the elevator and Marble gestured towards it with his meteorite-sized hand. Vex smiled, pushing the button to call the lift. After it came, she stepped inside, pushing the right button after the other two got on.


@Kiroshiven @TheLoneRook


Lila

Lila continued grinning under her helmet as her opponent dodged her spray of bullets, and laughed lightly to herself when she finally got hit. Only one of us is coming out victorious.. She thought, quickly loading in the clip for her shotgun from her ammo bag as her opponent jumped back to her feet. No time for respite, her opponent was already sprinting at her, yelling about what happened last night.


I danced with a fox? Is she high?





Immediately shots were flying towards Lila, and all she could do was start to run backwards, assisted by the PDV.


"Battery at 99%"


Chimed the machine.


Lila started reaching much higher speeds, the suit keeping her balanced- no one else could sprint backwards at upwards of 20 miles per hour, surely. As she got faster, the distance closed.


Checkmate.





Lila skidded across the ground with her left foot, moving into position to wear she could utilize the suit's full potential. As she started to run even faster, now reaching speeds of 36 MPH and above, she twisted backwards and fired a rapid-fire volley of fragmenting proximity beanbag rounds, which would hit like a truck, then explode into non-lethal pellets after hitting any surface.


The recoil hurt Lila's pace though, putting her on poor balance.


@Verminlord

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Margaret took in a deep breath, sighing to the horrible heavy feeling in her gut from being put into a cage and being forced to fight this woman she hardly knew. She had wondered if this entire thing was just to entertain the fat men in their suits rather than to prove as to whether or not they were worth all of the time and effort to keep alive and fed. But she couldn't think of that now...


Feeling the small bulb filled with gas press into her side in her pants pocket, Margaret's eyes locked on her target before she started to charge forward. A loud yell escaped her lips to each step, lunging forward before she swung her bo staff to aim for Aurora's head. She would undoubtedly miss her target but the point was more to get her off guard and start backing up rather than to hit her.


With fighting, as Margaret learned the hard way in all of her years of training, is that a fight was a mixture of both hits and misses on both parties. You could only get a real punch or kick in if you were willing to take the chance...but you had to go first and set up the opportunity for yourself.


@IthacaAlexandria

 

[Verminlord]

Chloe was losing ground, she didn't think anyone here would be faster than her but clearly she was wrong. Her only hope here was to close the distance, as her strength and speed could hopefully make more of a difference in melee combat than ranged.


Unfortunately it seemed that Lila had her own plans, as she suddenly twisted and unleashed another burst of bullets. It was easy enough to -Dodge- and she star -LERIDOF-


FUCK


Those were not normal rounds. They had gone right past her then suddenly it was like being hit by a worlds angriest hailstorm in the back. She was actually thrown slightly forwards, partly from the impact and partly from her failed dodge.


She staggered back to her feet after an uncomfortable roll, aching nearly all over. Her scales had saved her from a nasty road burn but did little against the bruises those bullets must have caused.


Ahead of her Lila also staggered slightly, seemingly loosing a bit of balance. This would be over soon, one way of the other. If she could reach her then her agility would let Chloe dominate hand to hand, but she honestly didn't feel that was too likely. One more hit and she would go down, if only because she really wanted to give up right now, but didn't want to make too poor a showing to the people who were currently deciding if she would be allowed to live.


With a bit of a limp and groaning from the pain, she started forward once more. Please let me dodge this, Please.


@SniperBus

 

[Daisy589816]

She quickly moved her head to the left as Ribbon's fist came, the girl's knuckles grazing her cut. She winced as the cut widened slightly, but she was thankful for the fact that it could have been worse. Retreating from Ribbon, she barreled off to the side away from her, taking that very brief moment to catch her breath. She swiftly jumped off of her back and on to her feet, swinging her foot off to the side to face her opponent again.


@Mitchs98

 

[Mitchs98]

She quickly moved her head to the left as Ribbon's fist came, the girl's knuckles grazing her cut. She winced as the cut widened slightly, but she was thankful for the fact that it could have been worse. Retreating from Ribbon, she barreled off to the side away from her, taking that very brief moment to catch her breath. She swiftly jumped off of her back and on to her feet, swinging her foot off to the side to face her opponent again.
@Mitchs98

Ribbon

Ribbon had expected for Kit to beat the crap out of her considering she had a significant advantage, even if her hit had fully landed, though she was significantly grateful that she didn't and the fact that she was no longer on top of her either. Ribbon stood and faced Kit roughly at the same time Kit faced her. Realistically, Ribbon had no way of winning this whatsoever, unless she either killed her or got extremely lucky.


Option one was out of the question, and option two had a better chance of this being a bad dream instead of reality. Regardless, she HAD to fight until she couldn't or be killed. While she might not be trained in fighting, she was trained in gymnastics. And so, she decided to use her natural talents to her advantage.


Running forwards she jumped halfway to Kit, doing a flip mid-air, and aiming to kick her in the back on the way down. Of course, given Kit's actual training in combat she could most likely swat Ribbon down like a fly, but she had to try.

 

[TheLoneRook]

Rook sighed. Fighting the poor girl was like attempting to combat a parrot. Even if you beat her to a pulp she'd still squawk like she'd been victorious the whole time. It was no use at that point, he gave in to her ignorance and just sat back, the guard seemed at least a bit lessed stressed, which was good enough for him.


When the tram came to a stop the man from the party the night before was waiting. The bartender, big and scruff with a revolver almost as big as his arm. Rook said nothing as he disembarked the tram, and the man said nothing in return, simply turning and heading inside, expecting the two to follow. Rook followed, though his curiosity spiked as he wondered what was to come next of this predicament.


"Feather's tactical exit has earned her a very poor standing with Definition." the man finally explained, his voice hoarse but loud and prominent. "I know you may not care, but a poor standing with Definition is a death sentence here. The company barely tolerates our operations as it is, anyone who doesn't fall in line with their standards, or even looks like they don't, is taken to slaughter before they get the chance to argue their case. So if you have an inclination on staying alive, I'd suggest you keep your head down for now. They'll send a representative in soon enough to talk with you about it, which is where you come in." the man gestured to Rook as he continued walking, turning down a long hallway.


Rook didn't like where this was going, but he didn't want to test his luck with that gun so he kept his mouth shut. "The representative they send will either let her off with a warning, or try to kill her on the spot. She's in no shape to fend for herself now, so if he decides to take Option 2 we'll need you to put him down." The man turned around and faced the two, they had arrived back at the common room where the party had taken place, though it had shifted back into a much more simple living space. "I don't really care if you two hate each other or have some secret affection for one another, but this is an order. You need to start playing nice with your comrades, both of you. We need every last one of you to keep this program alive, and if you spend all your time trying to kill one another we won't get anything done and no one gets to go home. Do I make myself clear?"


The man didn't wait for a response, he just left the two to figure it out for themselves.


@Kiroshiven




Ignis dipped into his stance a bit more. It seemed his opponent was preparing something heat based, similar to his own abilities. Fighting fire with fire was always a cool saying, but in reality it just meant everything burned. Michael didn't quite know how to approach his opponent, so he simply decided to stop wasting his time.


He thrusted off his back foot into a heavy sprint, blade poised low for a fast charge. He covered ground fast enough and the heat from his body made his blade blaze with a red-hot fervor as he went for a simple but well-placed thrust, right to the chest. If the hit struck, he'd probably already have the upper hand to finish the duel before it started, but he expected his opponent to be smarter than that. In reality, he figured if his opponent needed time to prepare his abilities, then the best strategy was to refuse to give him the time he needed to prepare properly. It was a brash move, but it was what he had to do, for now.


@Daisy589816




Lyra sighed as she looked around. "I'm not sure what our next move is if I'm being perfectly honest. Lauren just sent me to make sure you two weren't killing each other, apparently a lot of other units have had rough fights. The company that pays for all this is on edge apparently. We should probably lay low, try not to draw any more attention to ourselves." she suggested, pulling off her helmet and holding it against her side as her shield sat against her back.


"So, Vampire...annnnd Fox right? Oh, hey, you're the guy who drugged the ever-living shit out of my sister. If she loses because of some mystical magical hangover you gave her I hope you realize I'll have to see just how big of a hole this thing will put into you." she mused, the threat was calm but entirely serious. Lyra was relatively laid back about most things, until her sister became involved. Even still, the two seemed nice enough, and apparently had enough sportsmanship to not try and maim each other to no end.


Lyra sighed and just sat down. "What a day, huh?"




Time of revival, 1432. Unit vitals clear, energy flow has been effectively controlled. Unit is in pre-recognition experimentation. Awaiting advisement.


You're clear for extraction. Don't waste any time, SK.





The black figure nestled neatly in the corner rose, moving to the doorway and pushing it open gently. He approached the girl, gently grabbing her arm and turning her around. His hands pressed to her various augmentations with a feather-like touch, reading the diagnostics on the equipment as he went. He was slow, thorough, and to the average person presumably quite awkward, but he did his job with exact precision and care. The last augment he analyzed was the spinal implant, running his index finger down the metal looking for any electrical issues or circuit problems. The tech was clean, which was promising considering the kind of energy the girl managed to output. He then turned the girl back around, almost to signify that he'd completed the procedure.


"I don't have enough time to explain just what all is going on, but from your cerebral scans you seem competent enough to figure most of it out for yourself. We need to get moving, but in order to do that we'll have to act as though you're a patient here. That also means you can't be seen with your...'skills' for the time being. I'm going to put your augmentations into what's called Sleep State, you won't be able to move for a little while, but I'll turn it off once we're far enough away. Ready?"


Of course he didnt' really wait for a response as his simple touch of her wrist caused her augmentations to numb her body into paralysis and he scooped her up as she fell. The purple that seeped from her form ceased for the time being, which was all he needed as he set her into a wheelchair and pushed her to the elevator down the hall. As he pushed the button his body changed, and the shifting of light turned his black suit into a labcoat and slacks, the plated gloves fading into regular hands as the heavy gear sounds of his helmet collapsing behind his back revealed a clean shaven young man with short messy dark hair and strangely luminescent grey eyes. When the elevator opened he didn't waste any time, the hospital was bustling and doctors and nurses flew from bed to bed, giving him ample time to get the girl from point A to point B. They were in the parking lot within minutes and the man released the wheelchair and tapped the girl on the neck, taking her out of Sleep State as he body returned to normal functioning capacity. He stepped away from her and approached the lot space, waving into the distance as the sounds of a vehicle revving up from afar could be heard. The labcoat and slacks dissipated into his suit and he turned to face her again.


"If you have any questions, now would be the time to ask."


@Spazzycat101

 

[Spazzycat101]

Violet gave a start as the man stood, leaping to her feet at the unexpected movement in the corner of her eye. When pulled forward for the augmentations to be examined, she stood stiffly and awkwardly, unsure of what exactly to do. Apparently her first course of action, nothing, was the proper choice because nothing seemed to be wrong or out of order, despite the lingering ache in the back of her neck and the gentle tug on her skin that she felt when she had hopped up from her place.


Her reaction to his quick 'explanation' was limited to a raised eyebrow at the mention of skills, and her mind sarcastically questioning what those would be. As it was said that she would be put in some kind of suspension, her mouth opened to reply with a 'no,' but she could not bring forth more than a silent 'wait' before she lost the feeling in her fingers and limbs. The last words her mind could utter were 'trap!' before she collapsed.


After only minutes, she woke to the image of a parking lot. Though it was unconventional for a secretive operation, it was far better than what she had been expecting. Still, she pushed away that lingering worry to the back of her mind. For a moment, her mind fantasized, was this a dream that distracted her from reality, that she still was dead?


Upon conjuring such an idea, rationality laughed in the face of it. If she were dead, she wouldn't dream! That lead her to wonder how exactly a bullet to the chest didn't take her life. Her temporary conclusion was that something vital wasn't instantly hit, and she left the thought for another time. The next concern that voiced itself rather loudly in her head was the location of her viola, and before she could hush it, Violet's voice forced itself from her throat. Her voice wasn't harsh as she thought it should have been, but it was her default, neutral and emotionlesy polite tone.


'Where's my viola?'


The sudden worry for the instrument brought back to mind where she had last seen it, in the corner of her hotel room before a gun had been fired at her. It was then that she realized that it would probably be no place else, hidden behind vivid yellow police tape while her 'death' was investigated.


'Please don't answer that,' She added rather hurriedly, noticing how irrelevant here the concern for her instrument was. She swore at herself mentally.


Violet stood properly and straightened her posture, flexing her fingers as if she were afraid they would suddenly lose feeling again. With each movement, however minute, she felt the augmentations pull gently at her skin with what only felt like hyper-awareness, but was only the awkwardness of something that never had been there before.


She shook her head as if to say that she had nothing else she wished to ask, though she had to deflect a bombardment of worries in order to uphold her simple, almost numbly passive and polite expression.





@TheLoneRook

 

[IthacaAlexandria]

Instinctively, Aurora pressed the ball to her lips and as she stumbled away from the rather... unconventional mode of attack. Though she had predicted she would strike first, but yelling and moving as fast as she had was not something she was ready for. Therefore, her aim was considerably off. Whiffing would be the best way to describe such a horrible throw, but something extraordinary did happen.


The whole scent profile of the room changed. Aurora wrinkled her nose as she continued to back peddle with her baton in her hand. She really hope that she didn't smell like- She froze as Margaret froze up. It was like they had just been put in here all over again. Her eyes were wide and Aurora could smell the sweat suddenly being produced.


She laughed, running a hand through her hair, but it didn't last long. Margaret recovered quickly and seem rather upset that the blonde had gotten to her without hitting her. This time Aurora didn't have time to move to reach for another grenade; all she did was raise her baton. She didn't want a black eye...


@LadyMatsudai

 

[LadyMatsudai]

Margaret's eyes glanced for but a moment down to Aurora's feet...backwards, they were moving backwards. Good, the doctor had the woman on the defense as she shifted the bo staff in her hands to her left side, hand gripping the metal middle tightly. Her feet quickly shifted to the side upon the ball being tossed towards her general direction, avoiding a direct hit before her eyes widened to seeing the world around her suddenly come to a halt.


What...what is this? What is happening? Margaret thought to herself as she struggled to move anything: her fingers, her toes, her arms...nothing! Nothing of hers was moving. Fortunately, the freezing spell or whatever it was wore off, the smell of sweat very pungent for a moment that made Margaret wrinkle her nose. Her sapphire eyes locked back to Aurora, a prominent frown on her lips as her free hand went instinctively to the glass ball on her belt Fox had given her.


No...not yet. It's too soon to use it.





Both hands returning to her bo staff, Margaret yelled even louder and charged right for Aurora, eyes locked on her target while her augmented boots sent her flying towards her opponent. Stopping her body just short of Aurora, Margaret's arms shifted, her bo staff swinging with a wide girth as the end aimed right for Aurora's side, waiting for the metal bar to make contact with the side of her waist. Margaret twisted her feet on the ground to give herself more power, waiting for Aurora to take the blow and stagger backwards.


Just wait for it, Margaret...


@IthacaAlexandria

 

[IthacaAlexandria]

Aurora doubted that she could produce some sort of freeze gas, so it had to be something else. Though it was still useful at least. Truthfully, it looked like Margaret had been frozen in fear.


She would have laughed at the notion if the other woman hadn't been moving so quickly. Not only did the bo staff hit her side, but her own baton. The blond had underestimated the anger behind the blow. She winced, but did her best not to make a noise because she figured it would give some satisfaction. It was an advantage she did not want to give.


Aurora once again was stumbling backward. She swallowed. Well, at least now she knew all the woman knew how to do was intimidate. She shook out her free hand. Was this enough to be evaluated? Or did she really need to hurt the other girl?


Suddenly she scowled, do they not want them to work as a team? Woman usually hold grudges when there is physical harm. She swallowed thickly as she stared directly at the box. They wanted them to fail. This mutant bullet they had done to them had turned them into gladiators for a while.


"I need to shoot you."


@LadyMatsudai

 

[Frogtruck]

Cold air sped it's way into Santa's lungs and his deep slumber ended violently with a deep shudder. A deep gasp and Santa's torso jolted into a vertical position. He slowly moved his hand to his face to rub the sleep out of his eyes and thought to himself: "I feel... Heavy... ?" He only just noticed his arm was completely covered in rich black scales, and there were claws protruding from the tips of his fingers.


He could also feel something coming out of his shoulders, wings perhaps? He moved a muscle on his back and suddenly 7 foot wings extended from the back of both his shoulders. He wasn't quite sure if those were always there, in fact, he wasn't sure of who he was.


He thought long and hard to remember anything about himself, but all he could remember was the name, Santa. Wait, it was becoming clearer to him now. His name was Santa Claus, and he delivered presents to children who were nice, and gave coal to naughty children. He figured these giant wings were to help get him around to all the children.


But what about this place he was in? He did not recognize it one bit, it was just a large, metal box.


He checked out the rest of his body, almost entirely black scales, except for a few horns sticking out of odd places. He put his hand on top his, but was shocked to find there wasn't a hat on his head. He always had that red hat on his head, but where was it now? Perhaps there was someone else in this box who might know what happened to it. For now, he waited...


@TheLoneRook @Kiroshiven

 

[Kiroshiven]

Feather had watched the bartender from the night before as he walked up. She felt annoyed that he was throwing his weight around, but it held no preference to her. What he said was amusing. So they want to kill me and he wants the block here to "protect" me. Feather nearly burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. "Well, it was a pleasure knowin you gun man." She gave a half-ass salute as she turned to Rook. "You can go do whatever you want." Feather walked over to where the bar was. She was underage, but if it was going to be her last day on the planet, might as well taste some of that taboos in life. She managed to find a bottle of rum and held it up. "Woot Woot!" She played happy. She had long since given up on her own life. When the bullet hit her she thought she was done with it all, but then she woke up. She followed the letters orders out of pure curiosity. Now that her curiosity was sated, what was the point in living? She had no home. No family. No friends. She was just a waste of space that had nothing to go back to. She popped the top and took a swig, but wound up coughing violently from the burn. It was her first drink ever.


@TheLoneRook




Fox looked between the two women as he listened to them speak. Lyra seemed to have had a rough day, she must've been fighting one of the overgrown. She mentioned drugging he sister. "Madame, I may have used my power to give her a temporary hallucination, but my images have no long lasting effects. Though Vampire here could tell you that they can seem to hurt like hell." He slipped his arm around Lyra's shoulder with a playful smile. "However, they can also give helpful effects too." Fox pulled out his pipe and let the smoke billow out to the two. "Let's enjoy ourselves a nice hot spring while we sit around, shall we?" His eyes shimmered as he put on his natural playful smile. The room began to spin and the next thing he knew was the three of them were together in a hot spring. Several towels covering each of them form the other's sight. The hot mineral waters felt amazing as they soothed and soaked into the skin. It was an illusion, but if you could trick the mind, you could gain the benefits.


@Mitchs98




Demon rode with Vex and Marble back down to the Overgrown's den. He wanted to talk to Vex, but his mind was still on his opponent. He'd been seriously trying to crush her. He was worried and gently tapped Vex's shoulder. "Enemy, okay?" He really couldn't muster much of a sentence when he asked. He'd been nearly overloaded when the man in the suit and soldiers showed up. He was tired, worried and just done. He needed to sleep and he needed to get answers. He also wanted to get his mind back to higher functions, but that would come later. When the elevator finally stopped, there was another overgrown there.


This one was clad in black scales and had massive wings jutting out of his back. Dragon. It was the first thing he thought and he readied the four steel balls he'd brought from the arena. They were meant to give him something to squeeze and calm down with, but it didn't seem to help. He was still primed for battle despite his exhaustion. "Who you?" Demon's voice echoed out as he spoke to the new figure. It was a simple question that even another overgrown should be able to answer.


@SniperBus @Frogtruck[/divide]

 

[Frogtruck]

Santa's attention shifted to the elevator which had now opened up into the Overgrown area, he gazed upon the other large creatures that were just beyond the elevator's doors before noticing one of them spoke out to him. It did not sound too happy too see another entity in the large metal box of a room. Santa used his vocal cords for what sounded like the first time, because what came out was rather raspy. "Me... Santa," was all he could seem to come up with, he found it quite challenging to think of words to use when addressing this other being. He also figured he should try and say something to help show that he was not an enemy to the 4-armed person, at least not yet. He thought of what to say and finally settled on the perfect message: "Merry...Christmas..." That should do it, he thought to himself. This is how all conversations start, right? At least this is what he could remember, nothing else seemed to be coming back to him...





@Kiroshiven

 

[Lungfish]

As the wave Aqua had aimed at Fish gave her a face full of water, she let herself be swept off course by the current. Better to conserve her energy than fight the will of the water. The only thing within her power to do was silently mutter "je m'en fous" as she streamlined herself and braced for impact with the wall of the hangar. Fish had been in turbulent water before and knew the worst way to fight a current was to struggle against it head-on. She could only hope that the waves would let up once Aqua thought she had her trapped. Breathing in deeply, Fish felt her gills transfering oxygen into her blood stream, her muscles ready to take action once the opportunity appeared. Her hands nearly at the wall, she somersaulted, positioning her back to the wall as she hit it. Keeping the flats of her feet against the surface, ready to push off the instant she could, Fish prepared herself for the attack she knew was coming.


@Kiroshiven

 

[LadyMatsudai]

The impact of her bo hitting Aurora's side and baton made the staff vibrate, a soft ring filling the air with the metal from the bo staff making contact with Aurora's baton, watching her wince as she staggered backwards from the impact. Margaret breathed out quickly and took another defensive stance, her bo out and at the ready for another attack, expecting Aurora would have tried to dash forward to make some kind of reaction. But nothing...she just stood there, no hands on the balls along her belt, her baton just hanging to her side. What the hell was this all about?


But upon the mention of being shot, Margaret's eyes narrowed and shook her head, shifting her footing to an offensive position.


"Aurora, no. You heard the rules...we are not to kill each other. The point is to show if we can defend ourselves in battle, remember?" warned the doctor seriously, eyes still glued to Aurora. Would she really need to use the glass ball Fox gave her earlier?


@IthacaAlexandria