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Post by Adam on Jun 7, 2016 23:21:49 GMT
ROGUE | Natalia Vargas Quickly, the twins made there way to the main station. There they found improvised tents and emergency vehicles scattered haphazardly. The whole area was populated by volunteers and operatives dashing about in a mad panic, aiding distressed civilians and providing relief to the injured. Plastered on the sides of what appeared to be ambulances was the ever-familiar insignia of the hero faction; The Tower. "Uau!" Natalia exclaimed under her breath. So disorganised yet... still effective. "Hello?" she asked, approaching the backs of two operatives. One; a woman in an unassuming uniform, the other; bold and imposing in his silver and grey battle gear, "You are the Warden? No?"
Dr. Killian Wolfram The doctor continued to observe the feed, watching the chaos unfold. The rock-slinger had disappeared from view having just driven one of his minions to execute another for insubordination. Meanwhile the accountant that had grown too big for his boots had fled back to the safety of his fortress, leaving only worthless sacks of meat on the battlefield, pummeling each other until they could no more. Boring. He looked back to the boy that had piqued his interested. Upon research he couldn't find much except the name Sonar and his ties to a hero organisation in Australia. After the boy was attacked by the man in black Killian immediately moved to force Cooper to intervene, though stopped himself upon witnessing the intervention of the girl with the guitar. Now wasn't the time to acquire the boy, too much interference. No, Wolfram's acquisitions worked best when no-one suspected anything. Nonetheless, the battle was cooling down, and Wolfram felt like reminding the city about the real threat. Having unleashed Scorch earlier that day there was insufficient time and power to prepare something as advanced as Scorch. Though perhaps he didn't need it. If he was lucky the twins might even pay a visit. Wolfram rooted through his database, quickly happening upon his target. When β-bots weren't enough and Alphas were in short supply there was always the Titans; large mutated masses of pure muscle. Pressing his enter key, Wolfram selected the subject; Titan-2561, the nearest to hand. Having done so he pressed a single button and deployed the Titan to its destination; the more urban streets of downtown Heartania. This should stir up some chaos.
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Jay gasped at the creatures tone. His sense of darkness and dread was unfaltering. "Fine." Jay responded in his booming, unearthly voice, "I'll ask a different question."Jay released the bowstring, firing a light arrow at the creature. "How many of these can you take before you're nothing?"
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 8, 2016 18:59:38 GMT
GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | Citadel Outskirts 1st December 2063 | 06:02PM Grace watched with a rather bewildered expression as the machinery spoke, with the human seemingly detached. She would've spent hours trying to work out what the hell what this was; but the timing wasn't appropriate. Instead, she considered her options, before working out what would be best for her family: no matter how much it hurt. "How fast can you get to Capital City?" CLYDE ERWIN | KINETIC WARDEN Heartania | Citadel Outpost Alpha 1st December 2063 | 06:02PM The Warden's eyes snapped in the direction of the two armoured individuals the moment they stepped foot in the camp. Though one was clearly more agile than they other, they both stuck out like a sore thumb. He turned his back to them, fixing his uniform in the time it took the duo to approach. The smaller figure spoke: a female. "You already know the answer to that," he began eyeing up the two, particularly the larger individual that loomed over his armoured partner, "But I don't know who you are, so that's a good place to start." ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | Citadel Bridge 1st December 2063 | 06:03PM Wading through the battle, Elizabeth finally got within range of her supposed partner. However, the young Apollo had moved on from one target to the other, and this one appeared to be much less hostile. She came closer and closer, able to overhear the exchange of words they were both engaged in. Once she caught the sense of rising tensions, she went into a full sprint. She wouldn't allow whoever Apollo's foe was to die without due process. The sprint wasn't to be enough, and though it brought her far, Elizabeth knew more drastic action needed to be taken. Calling over to the other individual to get down, she skidded to the ground, raising her shield up in an attempt to deflect the arrow. Whilst doing so, she put on her best commanding voice (objectively meager in comparison to the supernatural tones of the archer), and snapped, "What the hell are you doing!?"
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 8, 2016 19:59:33 GMT
-Joltz- as she continued to drain the power the bars on her tattoo started to fill back back up 'alright so whats the plan once we drain this thing' the first thought said clapping their hands together, ' murder... were going to kill every thing in this BUILDING! and then move on to the bridge' the other thought said shouting in the middle, 'right... well i had a better idea that involved...' before the other thought could finish the power went out and Joltz started to shake a little as sparks flew around her going in and out 'did we do it did we drain the whole thing?' the first thought said looking around
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Post by Adam on Jun 8, 2016 22:19:42 GMT
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Jay hissed as his ally blocked his attack. "This creature is the spawn of darkness! It's not even human."
ANOMALY | Rory Cross Rory emerged from an alley now ready for action, his exposed cybernetics accented by his dark silver armour. But as he set a course for the Citadel something more urgent caught his ear. Camera feeds showed a hulking beast terrorising the streets just a block over. Luckily these streets were already mostly wrecked due to the prior attacks on the city months ago and were mostly desolate, but Rory knew that many families had begun to return to their homes and it was unlikely there would be many heroes left to respond to his; most being preoccupied with the Citadel brawl. Without any time to assess the foe Anomaly sprinted into battle, kiting the Titan away from the nearby buildings and towards himself. "Come on, ugly," he provoked the beast, spitting, "What you got?" Rory stared the creature down as his hands began to glow electric blue with his magical power. This creature was huge, horrifically disfigured and looked immensely strong. Rory hoped he'd be enough as he awaited the beast's response.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 9, 2016 15:35:03 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ As Snow’s panic turned to blind anger, she grabbed hold of a running viper’s shoulder while the ground underneath him turned to ice. A quick tug and down the Viper went, helped by the laws of physics and Snow who now held the man to the floor to the complaints from her cracked ribs. “What are you? A man or a mouse?” She hissed at the Vipers face, who for a moment seemed too disoriented to know up from down. “A man in a red leather jacket, sniper rifle on his back, crimson domino mask on his face- what happened to him?” “Err-“ “Tall man- and better looking than you’re gonna be in a minute if you don’t hurry up.” “He was executed.” Snowflake blinked at this, as if she tried to comprehend what the viper had just said to her. The grip around the Viper’s shirt loosened slightly. “Executed?” “On the orders of Acchilleus, just before he fell off the bridge. I saw it-“ “How-” “A female viper slit his throat.“ The feeling was unfamiliar to Snow, it was like she was spiraling down into a dark hole. Her eyes widened even more before they closed completely, and her hunched over standing turned to a crouch, then to a kneel as her balance tipped forwards ever so slightly. It took some seconds before she spoke again, now with a controlled, soft voice. “On Acchilleus’ orders?” “Ye- auchk!” “When you see your dear, sweet Anarchist in hell, bring him a message for me.” She leaned a bit closer, watching the light in the Viper’s eyes flicker in panic as he tried to clutch at the icicle now impaled in his throat. “The devil will be a merciful acupuncture therapist compared to what I’m going to do once we inevitably meet again.”
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 9, 2016 16:27:40 GMT
ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | Citadel Bridge 1st December 2063 | 06:03PM The arrow deflected, just in the nick of time. Elizabeth could barely sigh with relief, and move to a more adaptable position before Apollo began to protest against her actions. In the thick of apparent red-mist, she had no time to decorate her words, so with a frown she snapped, "You're not either! But if you're willing to attack people on a whim like that, I know which one of you is more human."
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Post by Arbor on Jun 9, 2016 18:22:48 GMT
A rock sailed through the air, forcing Nariko to duck as it fell towards her unarmored face. It passed overhead and struck the ground with a heavy thud, but Claudia wasn't done yet as she followed it up with a flare. The slow moving projectile emanated bright light as it flew towards the mercenaries, but their captain was unperturbed. Raising her shotgun, she aimed and shot the attack out of the air with almost casual ease. "Got anything at all threatening out there?" She smirked as she mocked her challenger, before continuing her shots. Their attention drawn by the flare, the two mercs on her flanks raised their rifles and added their own fire to the attack.
"Seriously? I'm not even human?" Shade stood firm, almost drowning in fury, as the barrier protected her from the random act of hatred and violence. The was she was being spoken about was so unbelievably dismissive and insulting that it was all she could do to not try and stab the fucker. "What the hell did I do to you, dickhead? Spawn of darkness? What a load of puritan bullshit!"
Crimson... was dead? Dead? Reaver, reaching Snow just in time to catch the end of her chat with a hapless Viper, was left standing in shock a little way back from the stricken woman as her mind struggled to process the wave of emotions that flooded her brain. Crimson, the man who had seemed to hold Snow's heart, the man who had always acted with disdain and almost revulsion to the rest of the Ravagers, the man who had stood in the way of so many of Reaver's dreams, he was gone. He had been like a wall in front of her feelings, whatever they were, for Snow, and with this revelation, she couldn't help but feel... Satisfaction. She had never liked Crimson. He had always made his disgust at her very, very clear, and his arrogant and self-righteous attitude had made him an irritation long before his and Snow's... Interactions had become clearer. His end was fitting, and to Reaver, it felt like a wait had been lifted off her. It felt like a beginning.
And yet... She didn't exactly feel happy. It wasn't because of Crimson, she knew that much. Him being dead didn't bother her- she would never morn the scarlet-clad vigilante. No, it wasn't for him. It was for Snow. Despite her pleasure at his passing, when Reaver looked at the crouched form of her ally, fallen at the loss of that man, that feeling turned into ash. Snow's pain, and even Reaver knew there would be real pain there, was like a blade in Reaver's ribs. There was nothing to enjoy, nothing to take pleasure in, because... Snow was suffering? It was utterly unthinkable, unbelievable, impossible, but there it was. Empathy for Snow's pain was overwhelming any other feelings. There was no joy to be found in a death that brought such pain to Snow. Just this realization almost disgusted Reaver- empathy? She had never felt that kind of weakness before. But despite her distaste for it, she couldn't refuse it. So, despite it going against whatever she had once called her true nature, she stepped slowly over to Snow, and placed one, gentle, caring hand upon her shoulder.
"Snow..." She muttered, unsure, lost, confused. It was all she could say.
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Post by t00bz on Jun 9, 2016 18:53:47 GMT
The Red Racer The Crimson Comet's AI paused, calculating route times based on the car's speed, and then the white line spiked again as it spoke. "Based on average travel times, I believe we could get there in roughly thirty minutes without traffic. Add in a few minutes to navigate the roads and it would be about thirty-five to forty minutes." The Red Racer listened as they finished rubbing particularly stubborn specks of dirt and grime from the car. They then put the cleaning fluid and the cleaning rag back into the trunk. They shut the trunk and leaned against the back of the car and listened to the conversation between Starlass and the Comet while keeping an eye out for trouble, pistol in hand. Pathfinder Pathfinder looked up as the power in the Citadel shut off, they didn't have much time. He waved a blurry hand in front of Compound as he hid his identity from any of the Chancellor's always-present eyes. He would be lying if he said that the power the Chancellor had didn't make him wary. Mostly though, he just wanted to get out of the damn Citadel as fast as possible. "Come on Compound! If you don't move today we aren't even gonna get out of here ourselves! Where the hell are we going?!"
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Post by LHudson on Jun 9, 2016 19:12:28 GMT
- JONATHAN KRAMER - The ringing cannon fire, the scattering of people, the king of the rats had managed to stand up and take to the gate to see what had unfolded before him. The rain was washing away the blood, the screams of others could still be heard, but the numbers were there. It wasn't pretty to look at, nor was it unpleasant. It might be the pain he is suffering from or from the disturbing visions he had been subjected to on the field, but he could only feel slightly melancholy for it. He may be known as the coward in the castle, the man who made orders from above, or the man who was afraid to confront the public about his failings, but on the other hand he took to the field and tried to calm the rebellious faction down, he tried to save them from what would be their demise. Alas, they died only to breach the first gate, failing to finish the job in time. There was a quick electricity shortage, but it was back to full power in only seconds. Made sense, the backup generator was now roaring, and without the worry of lowering the gates, he nearly rested in safety as the day would end with him in a warm bed, exhausted from the violence that occurred the hour or so before. He quickly coughed into his hand, and observed the residue. He hurriedly wiped off the blood and continued his observation. He closed his eyes, not wishing to see the sight before him. It upsetted him still, even if the overall mood was middling.
- CLAUDIA KRAMER - "Says the coward who only inherits instead of earns!" She made her move. " Gun to the right", and she quickly rolled to pick up the assault rifle from one of the many corpses. Couple of shots fired towards Nariko and her surrounding crooks. "You want to face me like a real woman!? Then stop hiding behind your plague rats!"
- ANDRAS MORGAN - The Citadel had flickered, not much but it was enough to slightly disorient the cannons and fire one shot towards the wrong target. Andras made his move, and dived towards the shot before it could take out any of the Citadel forced. The resulting impact on the shield flew him up in the air, and he once again crashed through the opening of the first gate, but was too dazed to recover quickly. His roll came to a stop in the middle of the road, and he started to struggle standing up.
- DR. ADRIAN COOPER -His finger slowly came off the trigger. Watching the infra-red scope on the bridge and following the distinct silhouette Reaver produced had made him weary of her next actions. He needed to keep an eye on the situation, and kept his eye on the one person that was keeping him tied to the horrors he was subjected to, Jade Blythe.
He got a little ping on his eye, small message from the base. He couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh deeply. Killian was getting too reckless, attracting too much attention to chaos and not even considering more subtle methods. If he wanted too he would've gone to put the thing down himself, it was distracting him from Project Lance, but he needed to keep Jade alive, for her sake, for his sake, and for Rhys' sake.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 9, 2016 19:31:37 GMT
-Joltz- Joltz stood full of power shivering a little, the lights came back on and the sound of the back up generator was near by whirring away Joltz opened her eyes which bright blue and started to laugh manically, the power she got from the generator was too much for her alone so she turned into her electric from but this time she was accompanied by two others, looking back at them both a smile formed their faces and they each rush off in different directions, one went back into the electric system to find the back up generator while one of the other rush off to find the police in side, the final one however went up to the roof to stand and look out at the carnage happening below
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 10, 2016 12:03:57 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Slowly Snow unclenched her hand, letting go of the viper’s shirt as he stopped struggling. The hand which gently squeezed her shoulder would’ve been smacked away if Snow hadn’t recognized the owner of the voice behind her. She didn’t look up at Reaver though, but sat immobilized as she tried to grasp what the viper had just said. Another few seconds passed and it turned out, she couldn’t. “..you know what? I don’t think the bastard is dead. He’s somehow faked it again. Tomorrow he’ll turn up, just like all the other times, smiling smugly at me for falling for it.” She rose to her feet and stared down at the viper with an icicle in his windpipe. “I remember once- there was an explosion. A bomb went off in the eighteenth story of an office skyscraper, a trap of some sorts by an assassin wanting to take out the competition. The second I saw the bomb, Crimson came in and-“ Snow brought a hand to her face, but still hadn’t turned to face Reaver. The memory which had hours earlier been a cheerful thought now stung like thorns on a delicate rose. “-I dove out the window, flying away like a cackling witch, and the bomb exploded seconds later. I was so sure he was dead. I was so relieved, ecstatic even, but then he turned up a few days later,” her voice cracked slightly, “-at that time I only wanted to see him dead. Looks like my old self got what she wanted.” The sentence dwindled off into the distance, and Snowflake mustered up what she had left of sanity and strength to turn to Reaver with a face of stone. After all these years, one of her Mother’s lessons finally made sense. {’Do you understand now, Lorraine? }
Feelings. Emotions. Love. You will only be hurt in the end.
Don’t get emotionally attached to anyone outside the family.
They will all die, and you will be the one suffering for it, my sweet daughter.
So remember:
Don’t let anyone capture your heart.
If you let them, there’s no telling how much pain you’ll be in once they’re gone.’ “ -fuck. If he’s not dead this time I will kill him for doing this.”
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Post by Yabvi on Jun 10, 2016 19:55:15 GMT
Oren's paper carried Sienna's lifeless body back to their home. Not the home they had bought, not that home. The original home, the warehouse. He couldn't bury her because if he did, then he'd never leave her grave. Once he landed, he placed the body on the edge of the ledge, just one push she'd go off into the sea.
He sat there for a while, just staring. He giggled a little, that giggle transforming into an entire laugh. He kept laughing till he ran out of breath, till the world almost turned dark around him. When he gasped for breath, tears started falling from his face, but he kept laughing. "Haha, why am I crying? Why am I laughing?" He felt so conflicted, a mix of happy and sad. He couldn't look at her anymore; he just couldn't. He ordered the paper to move her into the sea.
Oren wandered into the warehouse, the old mess of an old base. The ping pong table was still there; the old lawn chair had started to rot. And a figure he'd grown all too familiar with, Alice. He looked at her teary eyed, "Oh... Hi, Alice."
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Post by Adam on Jun 10, 2016 22:45:47 GMT
Alice Drake Her tears dry, Alice still lay slumped beside the corpse of her brother. As she sat cut off from the world - numb - she quivered as the soft spoken, shaky voice cut in and startled her. Shifting, Alice glanced to the door; an equally bloody Oren Vermillion standing there looking devastated. "Oh." she spluttered, finding her feet in a nervous twitch. Alice faced her ally, Tommy lying directly on the floor behind her; his blood finally dry. "I didn't realise you would come back here." Her tone lacked the antagonistic, drill-sergeant quality she would always use with him. Honestly, Alice was tired and beyond expressing emotion. She couldn't put that facade on any longer.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 12, 2016 12:53:14 GMT
- The Puppet Servant - {Spoiler}“The Norwoods have turned the hunt for Felix into a grading system to measure their employee’s skills, and the prize is a promotion.”
“And by now, you can surely tell me why?”
“Because there is a snitch among us.”
The words reverberated through the room and eventually settled down like the dust Ackles had swirled up earlier. Reginald rose his hands, and, to the chef’s surprise, started clapping slowly to the point of mocking exaggeration.
“Bravo, you are finally catching on. Which one of the not-so-subtle hints gave it away?”
“A position doesn’t open unless the previous employee is incapacitated, or in this case, someone becomes an informer,” the chef’s eyes which had looked quizzically at Reginald hardened significantly, “who is it?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s all being taken care of. Anyway, you should be on your way. Linguini will have burned the spaghetti by now.”
Ackles’ eyes narrowed even further at this, and he crossed his arms angrily.
“Why have you told me all this?”
“Well, because I might eventually need an extra pair of eyes. When you are finished with your illusive target, give me a call.”
Ackles bobbed his head slightly and walked towards the old exit, but turned around to face Reginald one more time. Reginald, with his face now turned towards the battlefield below, let a small grin escape his façade. “Just one last question. So, everyone on that field knows Felix is the Norwoods’ son.”
“Yes.”
“But none know about his powers.”
“Correct.”
“And by watching it all from afar, you’re going to rank them and find the most suitable for the position.” Ackles’ stubbled face pulled a grimace, while Reginald’s smile widened almost unnoticeably.
“Yes.”
“..alright then. I will see you around Reggie.” The creaking of floorboards slowly seized, and Reginald was left alone to watch the battle from a distance. It was a shame he didn’t bring any popcorn with him, he really could do with some snacks while watching the execution of Crimson.
- Felix - Felix’ cry to Ripley disappeared in the crowd as he stayed behind cover. After a little while the gunfire towards him stopped, and he watched wide eyed as Crimson fought against the bearded viper. He only caught glimpses of the fight, at one point he saw Acchilleus himself fight against Crimson, but he soon discovered he had even more problems to take care of. Micra approached Felix’ turned back and caught him in a headlock. The kid was terrified, but his expression changed from pure fear to angry determination- and he swiped at his attackers’ gut with his clawed hand. Micra lost his grip and Felix pushed him away before making a sprint towards where he’d last seen Ripley. He didn’t turn around to see Micra fall down to his knees, clutching around his torn abdomen in shock, no- in his panicked state he yelled around for Ripley. He was a child lost on the battlefield with no reason to fight, with no sight of his friend, surrounded by enemies.
- Jade Blythe - Jade stood perplexed as Reaver simply walked away, relieved she didn’t have use the grenade in her hand. She watched as the reinforcements scattered the Vipers, immobilized by a mixture of awe and fear, and then remembered where she was. She turned in the directions of the Citadel’s front gates and ran towards them as quickly as she could. Upon reaching them she ignored everyone standing in their way, and instead knocked hastily on the doors before giving a loud shout to whoever was on the other side. She didn't know if they recognized her, but it was worth a try. “Hey! It’s me! Let me in!”
- Felix - Felix, lost among the masses, tried to find a way out of the chaos, but if Stardude and whoever the heck attacked him knew who he was, his disguise wasn’t going to hide him from his own sister. Trembling, Felix ran to the side of the bridge which wasn’t as wrecked as the other, and climbed up on its elevated edge. With one last glance he looked for Ripley on the battlefield when he saw his sister and Reaver standing a far bit away. Whether he noticed him or not was difficult to tell, but still he cried out in the hopes that Ripley was close enough to hear or see him and figure out what he was doing. “RIPLEY!” Felix sat down latched his hands to the very edge of the bridge, before he slowly hoisted himself down the outside of the shelf- and started climbing his way to the underside of the bridge.
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 14, 2016 13:27:28 GMT
>> THE HARVESTER << The girl was powerful, but her hand-to-hand skills were clumsy and telegraphed. Anyone with fighting experience would have seen her attempt to grapple her opponent coming - Orlando was no exception. Rather than attempting to dodge the impact, however, he let Skylark crash into him at full force, toppling them both. Before the heroine could take advantage of his position, Orlando rolled to the side and scramble to his feet, weapon in hand once again. The tumble had brought her back withing arm's reach of the assassin. Perfect. Crouching low, he took a swing at her legs with his sickle, following through with a spin into a slash at her torso from the knife in his off-hand. >> SONAR << Johnny thought for a moment, feeling the air press against his face. On one hand, being able to get out of the battle was relieving, a respite he needed pretty desperately, but on the other Aderyn was still fighting without him. But she wouldn't want him coming back only to get hurt more. He looked at Frequency, squinting to prevent the wind from clawing at his eyes. He'd need an extra opinion to get through this dilemma. "How is she doing? Does she need our help?" >> COMPOUND << Compound stepped inside the Citadel, acknowledging the voice of his accomplice but in no state to respond fluently. Instead, he just nodded, then walked forward into the complex's belly. As he marched through the corridors, trusting that 'Pathfinder' would be following, he continued his mental countdown. 411... 410... 409... 408...
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