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Post by AlexJ on Jun 17, 2016 9:12:12 GMT
ADERYN STONE | SKYLARK Heartania | Citadel Bridge 1st December 2063 | 6:05PM The pain of the sickle carving its way through feather and muscle was unlike anything Aderyn had ever experienced before. Where she once had a pair of wings that made her a marvel to the world, she now had one that flapped desperately, as the other gracefully descended from the sky. The Harvester had not won, but he had bested her. In these moments... these final moments, Aderyn knew what she had to do. Her grip on the back of the assassin tensed, to the point where she could feel her own fingers breaking under the stress. Putting her remaining, broken wing out of its misery, she wrapped it around the Harvester; closing her eyes tight. Wait unitl you hear how we got him, Cassie. Much to the pair's efforts, they began to plummet to the ground at breakneck speed. The air rushed against them, until Aderyn used her affinity to part it from them: resulting in further acceleration. She almost doubted her actions, in the split seconds that felt like an age; entertaining the thought that Cassandra wouldn't have wanted all this death. But remarkably, her final thoughts did not dance to this tune, rather focusing on her reckless happy-go-lucky friend: Johnny Anderson. To her, he was more than a hero by profession, but one by lifestyle; and not even death could hold back her eternal gratitude to him. She just hoped he knew. The helipad quickly came into view, and Aderyn knew it would not be long now. She opened her eyes, to observe the fear one the Harvester's face in the final seconds of their lives. They hit the ground with a tremendous thud, and the scene that resulted was gruesome. Bodies twisted and deformed; blood decorating the ground around them, but Aderyn had died knowing that she passed fulfilling her goals in life: something few people got to experience. As the severed wing slowly landed beside the bodies of the Hawk and the Sparrow, their journey was complete; laced in bittersweet finality.
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 17, 2016 10:49:42 GMT
"But when the sparrow charged, it did not attack with its sharp beak, nor its talons. No, the sparrow took the hawk into an embrace, held back his broad wings with her own tiny pair, so that the two were no longer able to fly."
The boy gasped. It was a twist he hadn't seen coming. His father smiled warmly at the reaction and continued to weave his tale.
"Together they fell, through the sky, through the trees, the anger they both felt fading to make way for the peace that comes when one knows their end approaches. Together they came to the earth, two birds whose wings were clipped by their thirst for revenge."
"Then what, father?"
"They died, son. That is the way of this world. Like a good story, every life must have its end."
"That's sad."
"Indeed, though that was not the point. Remember that when you hunt for justice, for revenge, you will only tear yourself apart. Like sparrow and hawk."
The boy pondered this for a moment, then reverted to his previous train of thought. "Will I die?"
"Not for many, many years. Not while I protect you, my little sparrow."
The father stood up, making his way out of the child's room. Before he left, he turned to receive one last request.
"Will you write me another story tomorrow?"
"Of course. Good night, Helios."
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 17, 2016 21:27:56 GMT
-Joltz- the copy of Joltz ran forward leaped into the air, something landed near her as she jumped once it stopped rolling a stream of smoke came out of the thing covering the area where the police where, as the smoke covered them the police ran back into the building to get away from the Joltz copy, as the Joltz copy landed she started to swing her arms through the smoke to see if any of them where still out there with her, mean while the copy of Joltz running through the power lines found the souse of the back up generator, leaping out no one was guarding it 'good' the other copy thought as it placed its hands on it ready to drain
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 17, 2016 22:20:21 GMT
- Jade Blythe - Jade smiled; it seemed like she had managed to prevent a few murders, but the happy expression was short lived on her invisible face. Where had the Broker gone? In a blink she was visible again, sneaking around the inside of the walls until she eventually found a mouse who could tell her where the High Chancellor had disappeared to. According to them he was still somewhere near the gate, so that’s where Jade continued to search for the injured toy soldier.
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Post by LHudson on Jun 19, 2016 22:40:06 GMT
- JONATHAN KRAMER - "Anomoly detected, hostile intention," Kramer was told, as he walked down the stairs to the gate as the cleanup continued. "Where?" "Secondary generator, can confirm the hostility." Jonathan sighed, some people never give up despite the odds, how naive. "Turn them into masala sauce, and make it quick." The woman who returned from the gate was with him, and the barrier once again closed shut. "And get the targets recalibrated, Reaver and her ilk either leave or die."
- CLAUDIA KRAMER - She looked at her foe; the soldiers alongside her were preparing for another wave of fire. The weapon next to her should do, from a downed viper and likely with some ammo still inside. She quickly picked it up and fired the remaining shots in Nariko's direction. "Why don't you stop hiding behind your Russian dolls and face me like a real woman!?"
- ANDRAS MORGAN - His back was aching, the vipers were practically on their last legs. All there was left was the women and soldiers he faced two years ago. No aircraft to save them, no more escort orders, he would continue to fight and prove that council wrong. He committed so many sins in the name of duty, and he had to confess them through actions. A bullet hit the armour by his shoulder, but the impact made it clear that the suit was being pushed to the limit. Through the rain of the coast, he continued to push.
- NATASHA MCCALL - The two women below her were chatting, and it was time to make her move while she had the advantage. She was in the air, under the cover of the downpour, and the next canon fire, while disjointed, allowed her to strike two notes. One grabbed the round, and the other slammed it down towards the space between the two.
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 20, 2016 5:27:50 GMT
>> SONAR << They say that sound is one of the best human senses for stimulating memory. We associate certain noises with moments in our lives, great and small, good and bad, and whenever we hear those tiny triggers we are dragged back into the past. Ask Johnny Anderson what sounds he remembers most vividly, and he would only name two. The first, the sound of that cursed blade tearing at flesh. Harvest Moon's whisper as it performed its morbid duty, returning Johnny to the day the girl he loved had the life drained before his very eyes. Cassie's memory had repressed itself within him, hiding under the weight of his own resilience and willpower, but hearing the sound of the Harvester in battle once again, listening as that damned blade carved its way through the skin of so many others, brought it back to the surface. The second, a memory from only moments ago, one that felt as false in Johnny's mind as Cassie's death. A sound that played itself over and over in his head, unrelenting until the young man could only admit that it had been real. And admitting that fact tore his heart open. That sound, that very, very real sound, forcing him to acknowledge that his best friend in all this world was gone. It was the sound of Aderyn's body the moment it collided with the earth. On his knees, blood staining his shirt beneath the white-knuckled hand grasping his wounded shoulder, Johnny bit back tears. The monster may have been killed, but two of his dearest friends had sacrificed themselves to that end. No amount of justice would mask that realisation. As strong as he had been, as proud as he was that he had fought off even Reaver herself and lived, this day would go on in Johnny's memory as one of his worst, one that if he had the choice he would erase from history. Slowly, he stood up, and made his way over to the two broken bodies. He'd never been good at handling gore, but right now no amount of disgust would hold Sonar back. He made it halfway before collapsing. There, on the ground, he pounded the Earth with his free hand, sending a molecular ripple along the pave. A rattling noise came from beside him. The Harvester's weapon was laying on the ground. A piece of steel, no more malicious in its composition than a paperclip, yet that man - that horrific man - had used this blade to steal from Johnny far too much. The boy hero picked it up, turning it over in his hand. Blood dripped from its curved tip; Aderyn's blood, the last blood she had bled before she fell. Fury rose in him. This was the last thing the Harvester left behind. A solid memory, the demon that had torn away so much life. Johnny tossed the blade away, the metal clattering along the concrete before sliding over the bridge's edge and crashing to the ice below. The blood it left behind was mixing with his own, pooling dark red between him and the cadavers of the two most important people in his short life. He fell on to his stomach, the strength he had been reaching for so tightly finally giving way. The floodgates opened and Johnny began to sob quietly, the sounds of the battle moving so very far away.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 20, 2016 22:39:34 GMT
- Jade Blythe - Jade walked towards the gates again, and was relieved when she heard the Broker’s voice nearby. He was still alive, but she would bet that the idiot still hadn’t seeked medical attention. As she drew closer, she could hear him giving orders to a mouse and stopped briefly when she heard the tone of his voice; harsh and determined. "Where?"
"Secondary generator, can confirm the hostility."
"Turn them into masala sauce, and make it quick. And get the targets recalibrated, Reaver and her ilk either leave or die."The words sent a nasty chill down her spine, and a sickening feeling filled Jade’s stomach. ’How could I ever like…’Her fists unclenched and she took an unintentional step closer to the Citadel walls as a mouse passed her. She didn’t fake the frown as she approached the Broker, eventually coming into his view, having been reminded to the ruthless side of him. Despite everything though, she was genuinely worried about anything happening to her boyfriend. ’…no. I decided long ago; no matter what happens, no matter what he does, I need to stay with him. I have no choice, especially under these circumstances.’“Jon,” she said angrily, making note of the lack of bandages as she walked up to him, “you haven't even gotten your wounds checked! Do I have to drag you to the medical wing myself?”
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 21, 2016 5:07:20 GMT
>> ARES WARBANDER << Ares' blade cut through body after body as the warrior moved slowly through the swathes of enemies. This was the first true battle in which he had wielded Excalibur, but the sword felt more natural to him than even the scimitar he carried as the Warbander chieftain. Slowly, the opposing force's numbers were thinning. Mira Winters' plan to crush the Vipers in between two armies had paid off perfectly, and with their leader missing in action the Safe Zone militia had lost both the will and the tactics to fight on. As the battle thinned out, he spotted the giant his warriors had followed into the fray, staring down the last of the opponents. Making his way through the crowd, he came to Andras' side. "I remember you. You were there, that night, weren't you? A man of your stature is unmistakeable." His sword cut out at another charging foe. "You didn't cut me down when your duty should have demanded it. Let me repay that favour." |||| PROJECT: SUPERNOVA |||| Star light, star brightThe streak of navy blue and white cut across the drab grey sky, en route straight for the huge concentration of life forms. Its target had been spotted here, and the newborn being had no other thoughts in its mind other than hunting them down. First star I see tonightIt hovered gently over the ice, watching as bodies fell and voices called from above. She was here, it could tell, but she hadn't shown herself. She would. I wish I may, I wish I mightThere. At the foot of the island, a custom-built vehicle. And by its side, the woman. The being approached them as they spoke. Have this wish I wish tonightIt came to a stop, light dancing around its perfectly engineered form. There, it floated in the air, emotionless, and said a name. "Grace Scott." Its own name.
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Post by t00bz on Jun 21, 2016 18:25:17 GMT
The Red Racer The Red Racer had been keeping watch for a little while when they saw...something? It was an odd, floating form, and it remained a few feet above them. In a fluid motion, the Racer drew their revolver and pointed it at the floating form. Their thumb, hidden under the white glove pulled back the hammer and the Racer moved off from where they had been leaning against the Crimson Comet. There was a pause, and the Racer glanced back at Starlass, waiting for her move. Pathfinder Pathfinder noticed cameras in the hallway as he followed Compound. He dashed off quickly and returned hidden by his jacket's hood and a piece of cloth covering the lower part of his face. This place sucked. If he were up against the Chancellor face-to-face, he wouldn't be afraid at all, but the Citadel's walls, even from the outside, oozed power. For Pathfinder, to be inside the Citadel was to be thrown into a beast he had always mistrusted. The very air inside the Citadel's halls seemed stifling to him. He continued following Compound, keeping a wary eye out for anything out of the ordinary. After exploring the inner workings of the Citadel for awhile, he noted a large metal door, and upon closer inspection, saw that it was labelled VAULT. He stopped Compound and motioned to the door before attempting to open it. He first tried opening the vault door with his hands, then kicked it, to no avail. He turned to his partner in crime, "Think you could bust it down?"
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 21, 2016 18:38:09 GMT
-Joltz- the smoke began to clear as the other Joltz in the courtyard went to see if any of the police had stuck around, the cowards had run inside to try and keep them selves safe but it wouldnt last long, mean while the other Joltz by the back up generator and suddenly two turrets raised up from the floor and started to spin the barrel ready to fire, Joltz gave off a menacing laugh and started to drain but this time she did it a lot faster, the turrets were charged up and began to fire afew rounds went off and and went straight through her and hit the wall and as the other one did the same but was drawing in closer to the generator, before it hit the generator Joltz had fully drained it and the turrets lowered their barrels as they were out of power, as this was happen down stairs the Joltz searching for the police saw them through the window staring at her, the lights went out and the blue glow of Joltz could only be seen charging forward she dove through the window into the middle of the police and ready to wreak havoc
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 22, 2016 21:39:22 GMT
GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | Citadel Outskirts 1st December 2063 | 06:06PM A familiar chill fell down Grace's spine as her own figure eclipsed the roof of the Citadel. She closed her fists, remembering the last time she saw the metallic impersonator. Indeed, she had played those moments in her mind time and time again, usually resulting in uncontrollable rage... but not this time. She looked over to the Racer, noting their battle-readiness. She extended her arm to signal her racer-ally to relent, and With a calm, focused voice she asserted, "Focus on getting my family safe," She took flight, and matching the height of the machine she quietly remarked, "this one's mine." Flying closer toward the faux-hero, Grace's eyes were unmoving. She feared that if they averted from the true focus for even a second, she'd lose control. Instead, she engaged with her own mirror image, her voice dripping with contempt, "What the hell are you? What do you think you can get away with this time?"
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Post by Adam on Jun 22, 2016 22:38:27 GMT
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Jay was taken aback by the creature's response; genuine, human-like. How? This thing was pure blackness- wow, he never thought he'd catch himself thinking that. He watched his ally shield his foe as they both spat at him with cruel and judging retorts. How could Chase defend this villain? A dark being herself; Nemesis was at least human, but this other thing? Evil. Jay's hand quivered as he clutched at the spectral bowstring, his blacked-out eyes darting around and about his foe's body. "Why do I sense so much pain? So much death?" he bellowed in his magically imposing voice.
ANOMALY | Rory Cross Rory ducked and dived as the Titan thrashed in his directions. With a sharp hand gesture he flung a thin bolt of energy at the beast as he recovered from a dive. Rory watched as the blast struck the beast; causing it to stagger back but yield no major damage. "Damn." Bouncing back, Rory charged; his hands and arms flaring with blue magic before delivering a swift double thrust into the Titan. This was his signature attack; the Anomalous Strike, but Rory watched in horror as the Titan simply absorbed the blast and grunted, smoking rising from its charred skin upon impact. A moment passed before the Titan reacted, hurtling the cybernetic hero into a nearby building with a single swing. Pulling himself from the rubble, Rory seethed in pain while trying to walk it off. His augments saved him, but they would help him beat this impossible beast.
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Post by Arbor on Jun 23, 2016 1:23:00 GMT
Shade "Why don't you get the fuck out of my head?" Shade snarled, still boiling with utter fury. This arrogant bastard was judging her? "Go stick that sparkly toy up your ass and leave me alone." With that, she began to walk away, striding back towards the Citadel gates. She wouldn't take this shit any more- she was getting so angry she might give in and get violent, and that wasn't worth it. Reaver “Whoever you want dead, Reaver.”Reaver blinked at the almost dismissive words, and stood back, perhaps more sharply than she would've hoped. It was an all too stark reminder that Reaver didn't have the first idea what was going on in Snow's head. It was stupid to have imagined she could. She had no empathy, no emotions, no feelings, just like they had made her. Just like they had beaten into her. She had never wanted to be more than that before... But now? Whatever she wanted didn't matter right now. Finally driven back by Snow, Reaver was suddenly aware of how utterly, fantastically, dramatically fucked the battle was. Acchileus, for whatever reason, was either missing or dead, and with him gone the majority of his force were falling apart. All the specialist warriors he had brought with him had either fled, changed side, or become corpses, and his Vipers were being torn to shreds. Worse, Kramer had reinforcements, and while Nariko and her men were holding them back right now, their time was running out too damn fast. Something decisive needed to happen to stop this becoming a rout or a massacre. Someone needed a plan. And while Reaver couldn't possibly fathom Snow's heart, she could come up with a damn fine plan. Suddenly, all her internal struggle was driven away by the fires of her mind, whirring away as it came up with the idea that would turn this whole disaster around. She was in her element now. She could return to confidence, passion, flair. She wasn't scared of anything anymore. Turning down to her companion with fire in her eyes, she held out her hand to help her to her feet. "Alright Snow, if you really mean that, it's time we turned this car crash around. Lets get up and show Kramer that the Ravagers are never beaten without a fucking good fight." She turned around, and looked out to the war zone. There was a hole in this sinking ship that needed to be patched. "Think you might be able to find a way to slow their reinforcements? This is only going to get worse if we can't hold them down some way." Nariko Nariko ducked low, allowing the bullets to hit her armour at its thickest points. Anything damage beyond small bruises safely avoided, she was free to shake her head in exasperation at the woman's words. "Russian dolls? That's what you consider shit-talking?" She scoffed, looking back to her smirking men. Shaking her head again, she swapped her shotgun for a rifle, and raised it. "Listen, you idiot shrew, you're not worth my time, or effort, to take on alone. If that makes you see me as less of a real woman, go ahead and think that. I genuinely couldn't give less of a shit about your opinion!" With little more than a sneer, she signaled a couple more men to focus their fire, and together the rifles flashed and the bullets sprang forth.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 23, 2016 10:57:06 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Snowflake looked up at Reaver and noticed the renewed vigor expressed by a glint in her eyes. Though things seemed dire, the leader of the Ravagers had returned to the point where all her focus was entirely on the battle. Why Reaver had seemed to be slightly out of it earlier was a mystery to Snow, but as she reached down to help her fallen teammate back up Snow figured it didn’t matter. Snow took Reaver’s hand and rose up, her darkened mind taking in their surroundings and trying to think of something that would give the Broker’s forces a run for the money. She noticed the divide between Nariko’s forces and the Broker’s reinforcements cutting across the bridge in almost a straight line, and glanced back at Reaver while an idea started to form in her head. “How about a wall?” she said, “If I get to the middle of the bridge, I can separate the forces for a while.”
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Post by LHudson on Jun 23, 2016 21:12:12 GMT
- JONATHAN KRAMER - She was back, and once again worrying. He is too, too much was happening during the late-game. He rested his hand on her face. "I would love to..." His hand dropped. "...but it's too unsafe. We've got an anomaly inside the building, one that's been iffing up the power supply, so once we've got that problem sorted it'll be safe to take anything that needs a relaxed environme--" "Sir!" A little mouse came up. "What's wrong?" "We've got some problems. The one downstairs, the one taking on the generator, she's causing power problems." Jonathan looked around, the power was up still. "What kind of problems?" "We're running fine on battery power, but we don't know how long it can last for." Jonathan took another look. There was a flicker from the lights, and the cannon fire outside was firing in confusing and inconsistent rates. He took another look, and took a deep breath. "Redirect power to blunt defence systems. Shut down the cannons, we'll waiting them out through the bunker system." Everyone would need to go inside as the doorways and windows shut, but the army outside would make it less of a siege.
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