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Post by Jaminx on May 24, 2016 19:58:38 GMT
Ali's fingers froze as what her old friend said hit her. It was unfair to call him a friend anymore, she had betrayed them all in a way when she left and doubly betrayed him with what she had done even though she stood by the decision just not the method.
"I'm sorry Clyde. I.." The words caught in her throat. She swallowed at least managing to get out a few more words. "Its my fault."
She turned to Ajay mustering a wary smile as she took the cleaning fluid. She was slightly glad of his presence allowing her to hold back a lot of things she needed to say but would not help right here and right now.
"Thanks lad. You're doing good."
Ali felt less stiff as she applied the liquid.
"This is going to sting." She applied it before she got a reply, cleaning and searching for any other stray pieces, so she would not have to think for a moment.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on May 24, 2016 22:49:41 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Wearing a bra and exposed to the pleasantly freezing cold as she sat on the edge of the bridge, Snowflake glanced at Reaver’s shifting eyes. For a moment she thought she recognized the same expression of a shallow breath and wide eyes which Crimson had displayed earlier; had the situation been even more awkward for her than Snowflake had first accounted for, maybe in more ways than one? No matter- Snowflake quickly pushed the idea aside as she looked down at the top half of her chest displaying a lovely mosaic of grotesque colours which would make a rainbow jealous. She nodded and could confirm: “Ouch. It will disappear soon.” She gently pressed down on the bruising and flinched again. Even though there was swelling the bones seemed to lie evenly, nothing protruded from under her skin so for now she turned her attention to her right shoulder. There, matters were a bit worse. A small tender bump at the middle of her clavicle bone told of where it had snapped, causing Snowflake to cringe as the colours around her earliest damage had started to retreat already. “I think my ribs are lined up alright, but I can’t tell with this one- shit. ” She tugged the strap and slipped it off her shoulder to lessen the weight on the broken bone. “What do you think?”
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Post by Adam on May 25, 2016 23:10:57 GMT
ANOMALY | Rory Cross As Rory was in deep concentration examining the crime scene he began to notice a shuffling in the room around him. One by one each of the police officers would pull themselves to a wall of the room to answer their radios before shadily edging away in some sort of lost and confused rush out the door. As this occurred Rory stood, putting away his camera, and approached one of the last few remaining police. "Ah, excuse me but what exactly's got everyone so hot and bothered?" he joked awkwardly. The man he faced sighed, taking a deep breath, "You've been following this Libertas stuff, right?" Rory stayed silent, beaming affirmation with his eyes. "Well he's only gone and actually done it. The Citadel's a warzone." The cop spoke in a slurred Brooklyn accent. He wasn't as straight-laced as some of the others he'd seen say and definitely not as uptight as the Sasquatch. Still, despite his shortcomings at least this main was straight with him. "Damn," Rory replied, ruffling his nose in attempt to keep his glasses from slipping. His response was unremarkable, plain and tired. In reality his heart sank as he thought of the chaos that would be occurring but here Rory was playing the part of the everyday, boring CSI. "Do you mind if I, uhh-" "Sure," the cop smiled, "Get going, I seen you take plenty pictures already." Rory gave a quick, vacant smile before edging out of the building himself. As interesting as this case was, it would have to wait.
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Post by VirtueNco on May 26, 2016 5:39:21 GMT
>> THE B-TEAM << The communication link between Starlass and Compound had been re-opened suddenly, and unprecedentedly. "You better hope to the highest heavens you're getting my family. If you are, I'll help you. If you aren't, then you will, and I'll still help you."Ed, currently not in the state of mind for sustained conversation, simply continued to breathe heavily. He was, after all, a little busy, being halfway through his transformation and all. He broke the ranks of civilian soldiers at the bridge's mouth and shoved his way through towards the heart of the battle.In place of the reply Grace was probably expecting, a female voice broke the silence. "Grace... sorry, secure channel, I know. I'm just not a fan of the word. Anyway, the boys are trying to get into the Citadel to evacuate anyone that's been locked down, but they need a way in."Riya smiled to herself, sitting far away from the battle on Nimbus' living room couch, two of her trusty portable computers sitting on the coffee table alongside her raised feet. One screen showed the live broadcast of the battle, the sound muted, while the other kept a constantly updated stream of Tower activity from a secure channel she'd 'very legitimately' gained access to. "We'd have an eye in the sky, but Nim is a little..."Her open channel buzzed with a sound of disapproval, the third member of their team overhearing this half of the conversation."...well, he's not the fastest flyer around. Is there a way over the fortifications that we can get Ed through?"
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Post by Adam on May 26, 2016 21:47:50 GMT
CRIMSON | Thomas Drake As the winged hero disengaged to tend to her friend Crimson too took the opportunity to reevaluate the battlefield. It was absolute chaos with gunfire tearing through the chilly atmosphere and an inferno of paper shrapnel shredding men into tiny pieces. Yet among this all Broker was obscured from vision by whatever troupe of minions he was hiding among. But one thing did catch Crimson's eye, as the kid from before; the kid with the gun; that Hunter charged at Acchilleus at full force. Acchilleus was already taking a beating from the water user, just about managing to hold his own against her quick and brutal strikes. With this Crimson could hit two birds with one stone; protect "the boss" and get his sweet vengeance on the one that hurt Snow, despite what Crimson had said to her. And so Crimson took aim with his pistols and fired three shots into Luke Jones' back. Hopefully at least one would find its mark but it would certainly get his attention.
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Post by iCaramelBird on May 26, 2016 22:15:13 GMT
- HUNTER -
Luke saw them, Lilly and Acchilleus, the two still clashing as the fight only grew more fierce. He rushed towards her, sword gripped in hand as he made his way over. The walls of rock and ice protected him but only momentarily as he passed quickly through their gaps. If the situation wasn't so dire, he would smile to see Lilly again, so close, he rushed forward and then he felt it. He spun hard and hit the ground, his breathing suddenly laboured as he felt, somewhere, between his chest and his shoulder, pain and blood burnt him. He crawled, reality starting to blink before him yet again as he looked around wildly to spot who it was. Furrowed brows met the man who he once met, the one he saw on the train with the woman of ice that he shot, to save The Broker. He crawled back behind the rock wall, unable to capture Lilly's attention as he continued to breathe heavily, the pain cursing him as he inspected the wound. And he could only imagine, was she going to die? Was James going to die? That's when it came again.
“One hole or two?” The words boomed, Luke could almost hear them echo across the field. No. Not again. Not now, please... Luke looked up, Lilly was fighting but she seemed slower, everything seemed slower. The snow continued to fall, the forming puddle of blood was growing, but they too became slower. This wintry day froze everything once more, including time. Luke looked around, confused as he looked down again. “One hole or two.” The words repeated, he looked down and his clothes were different...He was different. In his hand, rather than the katana, was his gun. He looked up, the mercenaries, some similar faces now cast in a different battle as he saw them, in conflict in the...stadium. The stadium where it all seemed to begin. The woman of ice, on the floor, shot. The helicopter, in the air. All the events crossing over, overlapping, distorting themselves. Luke couldn't see Lilly. He couldn't see Acchilleus. He was alone.
His breath was still cold, looking around in madness as he could almost hear the sound of battle, getting louder, and more loud, coming back into focus. And then, he saw it, a man who seemed to appear out of nowhere, dressed in green, close towards him. Luke blinked, confused, nothing in motion, except for him.
He yelled as everything came back to him, a knife suddenly launching towards him as he barely dodged before he cut the throat of the Viper that tried to stab him. His blood still ran down his shoulder, his arm still burnt in pain as everything came back to him. The snow was falling, the bullets launching toward one another and he could still see Lilly – determined as ever. Luke cursed himself for tearing some of his shirt as he wrapped it around the bullet wound. Two holes, there were two holes. But things only grew worse. Luke, looked down at the katana, gripping it tightly. He had no bullets, pain soared through him and he couldn't get to Lilly. He tried to raise water from the snow, nothing happened. He looked down at his hand, and then back at the Viper, no gun on hand. He simply glanced out of the cover to see his shooter, sword in hand as he ducked back, trying to think of something before he was killed by the oncoming mercenaries, Vipers, or by him.
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Post by Adam on May 26, 2016 22:33:11 GMT
CRIMSON | Thomas Drake "Oh," Crimson marveled loudly and sarcastically upon seeing the flash of Hunter's katana as he peaked from behind cover. The kid was shot, bleeding, and this time he had a more appropriate weapon for a duel. Crimson smiled, tilting his guns to the sky in submission as he holstered them and expanded his collapsible blade. "I'm so glad you're finally speaking my language." Then, in a moment, with his left hand Crimson produced a fragmentation grenade from his jacket. Pulling the pin with his teeth, he tossed it into Hunter's cover.
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Post by iCaramelBird on May 26, 2016 22:50:08 GMT
- HUNTER -
His body was shivering, his entire core was shaking as Luke's eyes flitted up, his perception, the one reliable source he had left, was still with him. His head pulsed with pain, he had no flow over the water, no precedence over what little technology there was. But if anything, he had the only reliable thing that stopped him from everything, stopped him from suicide and stopped him from dying in the few pockets of life when he fought so hard against death. These were one of those times. Luke heard the sound of a grenade roll by, only a few feet away from him. And at that moment, he let his will take over. He sliced into the foot of an approaching Viper, watching their body fall onto the grenade as he rushed out of direction, seconds later before the Viper could even get up, an explosion rocked Luke to his core. Blood sprayed on his skin as he felt himself get shoved to the ground, shrapnel tearing at his own clothes and cutting into him. The damage had been done, his sword was still in hand, he was down, but alive.
Luke rose, stumbling as he held his sword in both hands, out of cover and now further from Lilly, further from James, even if they saw the explosion. He could sense the fighting around him, barely about to hear the crying voices mangled together like their corpses and their bullets. His sword was in both hands as he spotted another wall made of crumbling rock, harmed by the battle. He prayed that he didn't get shot, pain wreaked havoc on his body, his face, bloodied and dirty, his clothes torn and him, standing, shivering on somewhat shaky legs. He would almost be pathetic if he wasn't so determined.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on May 26, 2016 23:47:53 GMT
-Wild Card- Wild Card was still under cover as a few shots went over head pondering what he was doing here, letting out a sigh bordem and disappointment Ms Diamond turned to him "what are you doing?" she said "oh im just wondering if it would have been better to take to a holiday instead of being here" he said looking off into the distance "oh yeah and what would you have done if you came back and saw that Mr Kramer was still in charge and boarded up the casino" Ms Diamond said angrily "well i would have fought back if that happened" Wild card said still looking off, Ms Diamond slapped Wild card and pulled him up close to her "well where fighting now!" she shouted "come on Boss your better than this, your the Wild Card of crime or well you used to be" she continued, she reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his Casino chip and held it up "you told me the one reason you got into this business was for the thrill of winning, you've got mechs and suit so that you have an edge on every one" Ms Diamond said she pulled out his hand placed the Chip in it and closed his hand "your men are dying out there for you by the hands of..." Ms Diamond took a moment to look up and see who his men where fighting "..a Cop, do you really want the name of Wild Card to be whipped out by a mere Police officer" she continued ducking back down, "no" Wild card said gripping tighter on the chip "then what are you going to do" Ms Diamond said letting go "im going to rip them apart, and i wont stop til Mr Kramer knows his place" he said putting the chip back in his jacket and picking back up his gun, he turned to his remaining body guards "you three start firing at that police officer, she cant dodge every bullet" he said as they started to fire at her, he turned to Ms Diamond "you come with me were going to git in the mix with Acchillues's vipers and our boy's" he said as he started to move behind the body guards with Ms Diamond
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Post by Adam on May 26, 2016 23:58:41 GMT
CRIMSON | Thomas Drake Crimson glared at his opponent, sizing him up as he flashed his own blade. The kid could barely stand, nevermind fight. "Are you really the same guy that threatened to end the fight before it begun on that train? How the mighty have fallen."
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Post by iCaramelBird on May 27, 2016 0:11:28 GMT
- HUNTER -
The words were fleeting, barely able for Luke to hold onto and yet he still remembered them. Back on the train, at the stadium, another day he could add to the long list of regrets. He should have listened to Lilly, should have just stuck to his guts, try to salvage the shitty situation he found himself in. But now, two months later, panting and bloodied, looking weaker than ever, he still couldn't bite his tongue, standing firmly as he drew the sword back, ready to strike.
“Even when I've fallen,” started Luke as he stepped closer, the snow falling around him as he could begin to feel blood trickle from his nose, wiping it away with his bare left hand which was shaky, but not damaged as much as his arm which had been burned by the explosion, the scarring and burns following all the way up his arm and to his shoulder, his entire sleeve ripped to shreds and no longer hanging. He only moved closer, feeling the pain crank around his body, with every step, stifling a little as he only moved on and on, he was Luke Jones, and he wasn't going to die here. “I'm still high enough to look down on you.” Luke readied himself to strike.
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Post by LHudson on May 27, 2016 0:19:31 GMT
- JONATHAN KRAMER - His eyes, he kept drifting between two different voids. One was the inevitable darkness that he would have to embrace at some point, and the other was covered in snow, blood, and gunpowder. He looked again, the people kept fighting, though it seems their fates have already been sealed. The more highly trained members of either his mice or the warbander remnants he took in two months ago kept on fighting, but there was only six of them left. He couldn't tell which was which, as the haze continued to betray his sight. His breathing became heavy, and he took another look at his riot-shield. Completely useless, broken from head to toe, alongside parts of his body. His foot was bleeding lightly, but the seething pain still made him flinch as the snowflakes landed on the wounds. His other foot was fine, and it was that foot that he managed to get hook in the shield. Some more pushing, and the scrap was off his arm. He took off the helmet, now utterly useless, and the wind blew in his face for what felt like the first time in years. He closed his eyes to embrace it, maybe it was best for him to embrace the inevidable. No more fighting, no more cities to handle, just eternal rest. No enhanced terrorists vying for his head, no sociopathic opportunists at his doorstep, and no backstabbing business men with mercenaries at his finger tips-- His eyes snapped open awake in realisation. Nariko had betrayed him out of either loyalty for the Ravagers or through Ragno's word, but getting them into a prime position meant that she followed his orders from the second she stepped through the gates. He stood up and he hastily limped towards the gate. Three knocks, knocks whose deep pitch resonated with the killer headache he was having, whistle blanking out voices and fighting. It opened slightly, dragging the High Chancellor in before quickly closing it. He will be returning, very shortly in fact. His mind was a corridor, a check-list that ignored the distractions the eyes would checked. Two fingers pointed to some cops nearby, and they looked at the packed heat that Kramer prohibited Nariko from using.
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Post by Adam on May 27, 2016 0:47:53 GMT
CRIMSON | Thomas Drake Luke may have expected a quip or a joke, but Crimson didn't even consider it for a second as he himself launched into the strike. He opened with a block, parrying Hunter's blade and swinging his off-hand to strike his opponent in the gut. This kid... this young man was strange. Determined yet fading, clearly very strong yet visibility very weak. It was difficult to predict what exactly this Hunter's deal was but somehow it all excited Crimson more than he'd care to admit.
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Post by Arbor on May 27, 2016 1:14:43 GMT
Stealing herself against the evils of her mind, Reaver leaned in close to look at the broken bone. As breaks went, it was a fairly clean. For most people, it would take a while to heal, but for Snow... She'd be fine. "You'll be ready to kill again in no time, you lucky maniac." Reaver grinned softly as she backed up, feeling oddly relieved. She put it down to not wanting a crippled teammate. "You might want to sit back for a bit though, yeah? You really don't want to make it any worse."
Shade was carefully watching the battle, waiting for a time where she was needed. The blast of light had left her feeling scarred and drained, but after her rest she was beginning to feel better. It was a good thing too, because a tornado straight out of stationary-hell was whirling up in the distance, tearing anyone up anyone unlucky enough to be close. "Terrible weather we're having." She muttered, before breaking into a run, ready to do her part once more.
Venator watched with a mixture of interest and growing trepidation as the swordswoman came at her. That girl was fast, and clearly pissed off, in such away that avoiding her would be more than appropriate. Deciding that discretion was the better part of valour, she warped back out of reach, finishing her retreat in several jumps on top of the Citadel wall. From there, she felt secure enough to start firing arrows at the woman, testing her abilities.
Jason turned to see Luke go, but quickly lost sight of him in the melee. Panicked, her darted forwards, searching for the man, but before he could another fight caught his eye. Lilly, alone and distant, was engaging both Acchileus and a scary-looking man wielding some savage blades. Luke would have to wait- she needed help. He broke into a run, crossing over to them at great speed, and as he passed the new aggressor he swung a punch towards his back. He had Lilly's back, even if he couldn't find her brother in the mess.
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Post by iCaramelBird on May 27, 2016 1:22:54 GMT
- HUNTER -
The battle was reaching its end, Luke could almost sense it. There were barely any Little Mice left from the looks of things, the sea of green becoming sickly to the sight and stomach as they slaughtered their way over, closing in as they made their frontal charge. He could barely afford a glance at the intensity of the battle, James wrestling with Rick by now, Lilly still feigning off Acchilleus and here Luke was, dealing with a foe of his own, not only the man in front of him, but himself.
Luke saw the punch incoming and decided to take it all the same, bending over as he felt blood, drip down from his mouth, the shrapnel must have cut his mouth too as he found himself spit blood onto the icy ground. He wiped it off, reeling from the attack, moaning as he pretended to stumble slightly, his grip on his sword feigning looseness, as he eyed his opponent waiting for his next attack. He couldn't win by brute force, Luke knew that, he was sure even his foe knew that, but brute force wasn't what he needed.
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