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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 3, 2016 20:52:22 GMT
-Joltz- as Joltz ran through the power systems her thoughts kept popping up in her head 'ok lets see what we got, Turrets charging, Lights, speaker systems' one thought said as she went through looking at them ' blah, blah who cares all we need is the power source' the other thought said as she pulled towards the main sorce of the power
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Post by Yabvi on Jun 3, 2016 21:20:35 GMT
Monica dove as the swarm of bullets flew over her head, one of them barely skimmed across her back. It didn't do much damage, just barely hurting her skin. Hiding behind cover she waited till the bullets stopped for a second, quickly leaving cover and shooting the ones reloading their guns. Fair to say her aim was spot on, they all fell like flies.
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 3, 2016 22:59:53 GMT
>> THE HARVESTER << Orlando cocked his head in mock curiosity at the girl's words. "Don't play good-two-shoes with me. Pretend that I haven't heard any of the words you want to spit at me before, by all means, but climb down from that safe place on the moral high-ground first." He caught her punch, clumsy and broadcasted as it was, and twisted her arm back before delivering his knee into her stomach. "Heaven knows if you want to fight me, you'll have to stop playing fair." >> SONAR << Johnny was falling. He remembered that distinctly. The events that followed were absent from his memory. He remembered a sound, a noise louder than anything he'd ever experienced before, one so loud that when amplified by his own enhanced sense it was enough to knock his mind right out of his body for a moment. The next thing he knew, he was in the air still, only now moving horizontally. I know this feeling...He felt the person who had caught him, and as he turned to see them he began to speak. "Ader..." He stopped. It wasn't who he thought it would be. "Oh, uh... thanks. Guess now we're even." He cracked a weak smile, feeling his strength return to him already.
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 3, 2016 23:31:46 GMT
ADERYN STONE | SKYLARK Heartania | Citadel Bridge 1st December 2063 | 5:58PM Aderyn listened to the words, even as the punch landed in her gut; forcing a breathless gasp from her mouth. Determined as ever, she recoiled back, adopting a quicker fighting stance. He would not be beaten through sheer force. "What even is fair to you? Where is the moral high ground? Is it where someone actually has purpose beyond the signature of a contract? Is it where someone can live knowing they were truly loved; understanding that if they die they have someone to go back to?" She bit her lip, thinking of her old life, and then smirked, "is it where the person has all the humanity and integrity you don't? Cause let me tell you the moral high ground has got a rookie facing down a hardened assassin... And I know which one is gonna fall tonight." She darted into action once more, this time adopting a trickier technique. She manipulated the air around her to appear as if she were lunging to the right, instead doing to to the left with a hard uppercut to the ribs. She only hoped she was fast enough to pull it off.
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 3, 2016 23:40:31 GMT
>> THE HARVESTER << A right hook came for Orlando's head, and he ducked out of the way, only to suddenly feel an impact on his ribs. Damn girl is smarter than I thought. Time to stop playing, it seems.He took a step back, recovering from the blow, and drew Harvest Moon from his belt. "You talk big for someone so insignificant. If you're this determined to meet that friend of yours again, I guess I can fulfill that wish." The killer pounced, his blade flashing through the air as he aimed for Aderyn's throat.
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 4, 2016 11:38:34 GMT
ADERYN STONE | SKYLARK Heartania | Citadel Bridge 1st December 2063 | 5:59PM Her eyes widened as the infamous Harvest Moon was brandished. Flashes of that fateful night burned in Aderyn's mind, but she brushed them off as the sickle came for her. For a moment, the situation seemed inescapable for the winged fighter, until she dodged to the side; extending her left wing to absorb the blow. Pain overtook her, as she cried out in agony. Her wings had never been attacked so viciously, making it as perverse as it was excruciating. Frantically trying to devise a counter tactic, she noticed her heels were pressed against the edge of the bridge. Using this to her advantage, she pushed her feet back to propel her into the air. She hadn't much time, she flew forward, into range of the Harvester. She attempted to use her bare hands to push him to the ground with her hands, and with look this would let her disarm the foe.
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Post by LHudson on Jun 4, 2016 23:45:36 GMT
- NATASHA MCCALL - McCall playfully nodded a little. "Fair enough," she joked, before one string blasted the two of them upwards. They circled the field safely as the defences started to fire, though she noticed it exclusively focused on one particular demographic. She still saw small parts of the fight continuing, and she had a good feeling Sonar had unfinished business. As they glided, she asked, "You want to leave, or do you want to return?"
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 4, 2016 23:47:17 GMT
-Joltz- zipping through the power lines and going to the source it was great Joltz could feel the power surging around her ' ok get ready to zap anything or any one thats guarding the thing, theirs usually people guarding things like these so be ready' the other thought said 'wow that the most sensible thing you ever said in... ever' the first thought said shocked at her remark ' wha?' the other thought said as Joltz jumped out of the generator and electrocuted the two guards stand near it, landing on the hard ground she turned and placed her hands on the generator ready to drain it of its power, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath in and out she opened her eyes and started to drain the lights stated to flicker and dim as she did the Citadel was losing power
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 5, 2016 15:24:47 GMT
GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | Citadel Outskirts 1st December 2063 | 06:00PM From the roof, all Grace could do was observe the ongoing situation. Both Compound and Pathfinder were too far into the distance to watch; so she directed her attention to the main conflict at the Citadel. She noticed the intensity of the fight lessen, as well as a horrifying amount of bodies on the floor. She bit her lip, wondering how many families lost a father, or a caring wife. A child. For the first time in the last hour, she couldn't think of her own plights. She instead contemplated what she might have been able to do if she were there from the start. Stretching further, she considered the revelation of Dr. Cooper and the Marshal. She recalled a time when she was able to subdue the Shadow Fixer by mere words; wondering if she could have done the same to get to the bottom of the new predicament that arose. The final thought that the sight of the Citadel invoked were the words of a perplexing ally, with a formidable strength of character. “The day you stop fighting is the day you start dying.”As harrowing a scene it was, witnessing the bodies strewn across the bridge and ice kickstarted a primal instinct in Grace, one that transcended the fury the Marshal had managed to manipulate. The desire to fight. Before she could consolidate further, Grace's eyes caught a striking dark red vehicle parked below. Even if it wasn't parked so close to the battle, it would have been perplexing enough: purely for how unique it looked. This led her to conclude it was either a threat, or an ally. Either way, she was done hiding from both of those things. She descended down, her flight as gentle as it was graceful. She stepped to the driver's door of the car, knocked on the window, and then cleared her head to declare, "This isn't somewhere you wanna be, bud. Unless you have a reason?"
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Post by t00bz on Jun 5, 2016 20:41:17 GMT
The Red Racer's thoughts were interrupted when Starlass knocked on the driver side window. They put the revolver down and stepped out of the car. The Racer studied Starlass closely from under their black visor. Finally, they looked up at Starlass, who stood a few inches taller than them and nodded. They then leaned back into the Crimson Comet and pressed a button inside, activating the car's AI. The Racer rolled down the window so that the AI could talk to Starlass, who was outside, and then shut the door. They motioned for Starlass to step closer to the car, and then walked off to the car's trunk. They picked up a small rag and began cleaning dirt off the car, and ignoring the odd conversation between Starlass and the car.
The Crimson Comet's AI was somewhat simple in nature, and took the appearance of a projected white line on a blue background that moved whenever it spoke, indicating whatever words it was speaking.
There was a brief moment of silence, except for squeaking as the Red Racer was cleaning the passenger side door, as the machinery in the Crimson Comet processed its external environment. Then the AI machinery came to life with its male voice, "Hello Starlass. The East City Rooks said you needed a getaway for somebody, so they called us. The driver is known as the Red Racer. Where do you require the individual we are driving to be brought to?"
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Post by Adam on Jun 5, 2016 22:38:53 GMT
Alice Drake
As Vipers swarmed her Alice was forced back into the fray. Acchilleus had fallen; gone, it was too late for him now. For the time being she had other things to deal with. In a swift movement Alice folded her blades back into the holsters on her sides; under the green jacket she was forced into. Writhing among the mass of Vipers that had latched themselves onto her. They dragged and pulled but they were no match for her incredible skills, even when she wasn't using a lethal weapon. Bursting out into an attack, Alice launched three goons into the ground, pivoting around and smacking both enemies beside her that clutched at her arms in the face with her elbows, flooring them. Finally she jumped, kicking the two enemies behind her with sharp blows, incapacitating them both. Free of their grasp, Alice ran back over to Tommy's body; retching as she did. She knelt down beside him and as she did a cannon rang out. Hell began to rain down from the sky among her and the Vipers surrounding her. Flinching, Alice heaved Tommy over her shoulder and began to move, struggling under his weight. Dodging what appeared to be mortar fire left and right, her eyes darting about the battlefield. From what she could gather the two armies were beginning to die out with Hunter, his sister and their friend plunging off the bridge right before Acchilleus and Rick - The Viper - soon following, along with— Alice couldn't help but stop and watch as the whirlwind of paper took off into the sky, dragging corrosive blood in its wake. She was dead. Sienna Waters, Alice's friend was dead. She'd been so caught up in the heat of battle - and now everything with her brother - that she hadn't really had time to process it, nevermind accept it. They hadn't known each other for very long but Sienna was pretty much one of the only friends Alice had had since she was twelve, barely into middle school. Sienna may have been insane, wretched and evil but she was human, plus Alice was no saint as a murderous, cold and explosive control freak. Both were damaged human beings, and while they never had the chance to get too close they both understood that and appreciated that. She thought of her other comrade; of Oren. How would he respond to all of this? Oren always was unpredictable but Alice always knew he cared deeply for Sienna. She smiled a quivering smile as Oren took off. She'd likely never speak properly with him again, now on this new path. She was no hero, but she wasn't going to allow herself to be a monster anymore. As another shot rang out Alice snapped into action, narrowly escaping death. She ran and ran, weaving between war-torn Mice, Vipers and warriors too busy being caught up in their child's war to notice her escape. She couldn't go back to their house, no - not back to Acchilleus' "Safe Zone". So with no other option Alice elected to return to the warehouse on the docks, left desolate and destroyed. But compared to that bridge... any place was more comforting.
As she walked through the metallic doors up the first flight of stairs Alice carefully eased the body to the ground, but as she did Alice could not find the strength to rise back up again. And so she lay there, on the floor, drenched in blood and simply to began to sob.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 6, 2016 23:06:56 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Snowflake grinned at Reaver, then turned around one more time to look behind her. Through the masses of people she glimpsed someone pull a man up from the ground; a man she would recognize anywhere in his clad red outfit. ’No, it can’t be.’“Crimson?” She whispered inaudibly as she blinked and watched a female viper hoist the body over their shoulder. When the woman started walking away, Snowflake moved in quick pursuit, pushing against the crowd to where the body had been picked up from off the ground. At first she hardly noticed the red leather shreds strewn across the bridge and just assumed them to be torn cloth coloured by the blood of civilians, vipers and little mice. But then she stumbled over something she thought irrelevant at first and momentarily looked down to see a few recognizable weapons laid drenched in the red water. His twin Colts, and the twin hatches, the sleeve of his jacket- Crimson would never leave this behind.. Unless… ’Oh my god.’Picking up his guns she looked wide eyed in the direction the woman had walked away, and started fighting the crowd as well as the thoughts in her head. He couldn’t be dead, right? It would only make sense for the woman to take him away if he was injured; after all, why carry a corpse away? He had to be alright. He had to be… Snowflake shuddered and for the second time in her life she felt panicked, her breath shallowing as the cannons fired up and started picking off Acchilleus’ forces Viper by Viper. By the time she saw the wall of Warbanders, the woman was long gone and the lifeless body of Crimson with her.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 7, 2016 20:31:31 GMT
~Dr Clueless~ the lights flickered back into life as Clueless awoke from his chair, taking off the helmet he dropped it on the ground and it made a hollow clanking sound as it hit it, standing up and staggering abit he held on to the side of the chair to keep his balance "i hate doing that...thank god i dont remember what it is" he said as he slowly made his way to the lift, climbing in a resting his back on the wall he pressed a button to go up but not back to the lab, the lift went up two floors and stopped opening the door he entered another messy room that sheets and cloths on the floor turning on the light switch the room was light up and showed a small bed room that had messy bed, wardrobe and a sett off draw two of which were open and had a few cloths hanging out of them "erg i need to sleep this off... an hour or two an i should be back to speed" he said pressing afew switches on his night table that had a few wires plugged into the wall and went up through the ceiling
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Post by Adam on Jun 7, 2016 22:41:09 GMT
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Jay's ears rang in pain as the cannon fire hailed down upon the bridge. He cursed as the tornado of paper soared away but was thankful that it was no longer a threat to these people. That magic, the one used to form that twister of stationery never was the source of his eery feeling. No, that would be that of the shadow figure that stood beside him. Quickly, Jay darted towards this foe, drawing his spectral bowstring as his eyes turned black and his costume's white flared up slightly. Gritting his teeth he spoke, shouting to be heard over the cannons, "What are you!?"
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Post by Arbor on Jun 7, 2016 23:16:03 GMT
Shade watched her target float away with a glare of indignation, irritated by how casually he was able to ignore her. She turned, about to walk back to the fight, when someone bellowed at her. It was an angry, hate-filled demand, the kind of arrogant tone that drove people to distraction. But that wasn't the worst of it. It wasn't a demand of who she was. It was for what she was, as if she were some kind of disgusting creature worthy of revulsion. Fury bubbled through her and she span, looking up at the glowing dickhead in rage. "Excuse me, asshole?" She spat, intent on making her displeasure obvious. "What am I? Fuck off, I'm not going to answer that kind of question!"
Reaver shook her head with a smirk, and began to slowly walk forwards. The girl had to die now, it was practically a decision she had made for herself. "My girl, if I was faced with the proposition of sleeping with Jonathon Kramer, I would drive rusty nails through my eyes in suicide and I'd call it a mercy." As she spoke, she noticed Snow moving behind her, and began to look back almost out of reflex, still talking. "Indeed, if I was dating that slimy little man I would contemplate burning myself from the inside out as a infinitely preferable dream. Yes, I..." As Reaver glimpsed Snow's face, a mask of fear and pain, her word's trailed off, her heart dropping like it had dived into the ice bellow the bridge. She glanced back at Kramer's lover, almost disinterested, and began to follow Snow. "I'll... be right back." She muttered, before starting to run after her... Friend. Some things were more important than murder.
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