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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jul 2, 2016 18:42:24 GMT
-Wild Card- As Wild card was walking to Reaver when Ms Diamond close to the wall of ice heard a loud gun fire coming from the other side, rushing over to Wild card she shouted "Boss Get Down!" and tackled him to the floor the hit was hard like being hit by a brick wall as Ms Diamond knocked Wild card across the bridge as a hail of bullets hit the bridge where he once was "sorry about the suit but if you died then id be out of a reason to live" Ms Diamond said as she held out her hand for Wild card to take and lift him self up with, Wild card took her hand and lifted him self up "its quight alright i have plenty of them back at the casino, and besides you wouldnt be doing your job if i died" he said as he dusted him self off, "now lets go see Reaver she might have a job for us" Wild card said as him and Ms Diamond made there way over to her
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jul 2, 2016 23:37:47 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ The wall was still growing when the hail of rocks and debris shot towards the forces below. Snowflake didn’t notice the threat until it was too close and the only thing she could do was shield her head with her arms and wait for the impending pain. When nothing but a sprinkle of rock particles hit her, she peeked through her arms to see the dust settle and Reaver standing in front of her. For a moment she’d forgotten Reaver was covering for her, giving the woman a grateful smirk as the pair started coughing in the dust. Once the silence around them settled she looked around and let out a relieved if hollow sigh; it seemed like the first step of their plan had succeeded. She patted Reaver on the shoulder with a grin, momentarily forgetting everything around her as well as what she’d felt a second ago. “Nice one,” she coughed briefly and looked at the wall of ice, “but what now?”
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jul 3, 2016 22:32:19 GMT
-Wild Card- a woman was stood with Reaver patting her on the shoulder as Wild card and Ms Diamond following behind caught up to them "good evening Ms Reaver your looking well, got any plans for the rest of this evening?" Wild card asked looking at her, tilting his head to look over at the woman patting Reaver shoulder he recognized her from some where "oh wait i remember you now, you were with Reaver when we met up with Acchilliues a while ago" he said remembering who she was looking over at the wall and then back at her "is that your work? its very nice i love the colour" he continued, Ms Diamond rolled her eyes under her shades and quietly sighed to her self
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jul 3, 2016 23:17:03 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Snowflake looked up and met the vaguely familiar face with the same grin she’d given Reaver. It was only a slight exaggeration to say she was pleased with her work. “This little thing?” she knocked on its hard surface, “Its colour used to be one of my favourites… Now I’m not too sure. A crystal clear one would be better just to see the look on the Chancellor’s little helper’s faces.” She turned back to Wild Card, not really remembering anything particular about him. It was pretty obvious he and Reaver knew each other though; good to know they had more allies than she’d originally thought. “Yes, we met way back at the Safe Zone. Seems like you still have a bone to pick with the High Chancellor too~," she glanced at the suit who followed him, "How many are there of you?”
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Post by VirtueNco on Jul 4, 2016 14:13:00 GMT
((Hud if you're still waiting on me for something let me know, I'll edit it in)) >> SONAR << As he remained kneeling on the pave, hunched over with his arms covering his face, Johnny couldn't ignore the more prevalant of the battle's noises. One that stood out was coming from nearby. It was... harsh, but at the same time, beautiful - almost melodic, a single strand of ordered sound standing out among the chaos. It fought against the symphony of screams, gunfire and commands, a happy little song that danced to his ears. At least, it did. Until a few moments ago. Suddenly, the noise became frantic, then it stopped. Then something feel, and landed not far from Johnny. He lifted his head, annoyed that the music he was clinging to had abandoned him. But when he recognised the woman who had collided with the Earth a few metres away, he stopped. No. Not another. Why.He felt his throat clam up. Bodies raining from the sky wasn't something he had the mental fortitude to handle for much longer, especially when they belonged to people he knew. He was ready to collapse again when he heard something else, something hopeful - short, choppy breaths, pained but definitely still there. Staying low, he clung instead to that sound, letting the glimmer of light they gave him guide him to the latest in the line of his fallen friends. He made it to her, and felt his body give way again. He didn't have the strength to keep fighting, but he had to at least hold on long enough to help someone. To save someone, for once. This time, he wouldn't be useless to them. Johnny climbed back onto his hands and knees and reached for the woman's shoulder, nudging it slightly. With a thin, raspy voice, he choked out her name, trying to call her back from whatever dark she'd fallen to. "Natasha... are you okay?" |||PROJECT: SUPERNOVA||| Heads-Up system fully operational. Running contextual scanner.
Appropriate update systems calculated. Text updates inbound.
Analysis: Foe airspeed approaching mach 3. Moderate heat beam causing minimal internal and external damage. Chance of successful counterattack: 15%. Try other options. Defense systems active. Light manipulation servos: absorption and redirection modes.The beam that Grace Scott was directing at Supernova washed over the android's body, joining the veins of energy the being was already leading of its own accord and adding to the intensity of those small strands of light. Tiny updates on its many sophisticated systems continued flickering over the imitation's field of vision, keeping it updated on the state of its own body, and of the duel it was engaged in. Self repair/boot progress: 23% complete. Estimated time until full power: 12hr 41min. Current light manipulation index: 4.Projected maximum foe power index: 7. Reevaluating...Hard light collection nearing three quarters capacity. Venting excess.As the beam from her original's attack found no lasting impact, it began being deflected from the android's body in sharp rays, like a mirror ball glaring the sun's light around a room. Decreasing the rate of energy collection substantially, Supernova was now able to focus more on moving its body to fight back. Launching itself into her flight path, it hoped to slow her down, allowing for an accurate counter-attack - one that wouldn't be so easily anticipated this time.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jul 4, 2016 19:11:19 GMT
-Wild card- Wild card tilted his head at her anwser and then tilted it back and smiled, she how many there were with him "im afraid its just me and my head of security, i have another man overlooking the situation but i dont think he'll be much help when were are in the Citadel" Wild card said guesturing Ms Diamond behind him who started to tap her foot impatiently
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Post by AlexJ on Jul 4, 2016 20:53:38 GMT
GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | Citadel Outskirts 1st December 2063 | 06:10PM She was moving at an ever growing speed; the sheer acceleration committing Grace to her attack 100%. Unfortunately for her, it appeared her light attacks had a limited impact. I should've anticipated this. Still, though her attacks may not be substantial in providing damage to the android, it did entrap it in her trajectory. At least, she assumed it would. Her next cycle was abruptly interrupted by the metallic figure charging in the way; the sheer force throwing Grace off in the distance. With a hard pound, she collided with the concrete of a nearby rooftop. It would've been easier for her to lay down and accept her wounds, at this point, but that wasn't how Starlass did things. She quickly sprung to her feet, looking over to the floating copycat. "You want me? Come down here and fight me!"
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Post by LHudson on Jul 4, 2016 23:48:28 GMT
- JONATHAN KRAMER - He was nearly pulling his hair out before he heard of the other side's next move. He heard, and saw for himself the giant red-textured wall rise before hearing what seemed like frantic last notes from a hero on their last legs. The problem was that now they were cut off from the reinforcements that were turning the tide, on the other hand, the wall was very very thick, which gave him an idea. "Bring the cannons back on! And you lot!" he pointed back to those on the gate with weapons primed. "Rain hell down on them!" The low, blaring alarms started to sound, they'd be back on soon, and this time inaccuracy wouldn't matter. He just hoped they'd be back on quick. There was a shock just by him, few of the mice got shocked by an enemy entity, and he was close enough to the colleague to get a sharp shock. He checked his weapon, still loaded, and aimed at the brightly lit entity. Two shots fired, time the interference ended.
- NATASHA MCCALL - She wasn't too sure the last time she was in this state. One thought glanced towards the first time she experienced her gift, while the other thought glanced towards the time she simply forgot to drink during a marathon gig. The latter had her on the drip for about two weeks and nearly cost her life. Today was no exception, except she was likely in a worse state. Her right hand was bleeding from underneath the fingernails, and the left hand had blisters at the base of her four core fingers. The fall had bruised her badly, nose battered, and it's likely she might have suffered some broken bones on her foot. The pain was immense, but there wasn't anything stopping it. Any resistance to the pain was gone, gone the second she plucked the last sting before both her and the guitar slammed on the ground, at least she didn't split in half. She needed to think of something, something comforting that could at least get her through the pain, or provide a positive to the final seconds or minutes of her life. It did upset her. Her family completely disowned her and even when she revealed her injury to the public, they didn't make any effort to contact her. She didn't have any family and her reputation with her extended family was soiled when they inquired about her appreciation for music. They weren't family, they were public civilians. The orphans provided some hope, but as she continued nodding off she saw the darker side to them. They would be fine, but what would happen when they started asking about the nice lady who doesn't come any more? Why did she leave? They were too young to understand the harsh reality that everyone will go at some point, they were only young children, not old enough to understand the complex nature. Her breathing slowed and became less lively, and before she possibly exhaled her final breath, she felt a sharp pain and a voice call out to her. The voice, it was familiar, friendly, and oddly comforting even though she couldn't see him. She'd at least make an effort, and opened her eyes ever so slightly. It wasn't much, but she finally knew who was talking to her. Young man with a fine face, someone who knew what to do and was full of energy the times they encountered each other. Good young Sonar, great man, would make a fine hero, even during this day of death, chaos, and blood. He wanted to help, and to give her a chance to stay alive and exact her revenge on Reaver, if not today then at some point in the future, she faintly and weakly pointed her bleeding finger in the vague direction of the red, imposing structure. "W....w....wa......ater....in...th..e.......cant....e...." it was too painful to continue speaking, and pointing her finger didn't feel as easy and effortless as it had been her entire life. Her eyes closed and she lightly slumped. Focus on the breathing, there might be some life in her left.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jul 5, 2016 21:43:38 GMT
-Joltz- the shots fire went through the copys head and hit the wall behind her, she turned to man firing at her and slapped the gun out of his hand sending a shock through it, with the mice and one trying to harm the copy disarmed and taken out she went for the last one, an innocent looking girl but she must mean something to the Broker if shes around him, diving forward and pushing her way through the other mice in the way she started to attack the girl by thrusting her arm forward and sending a few bolts her way
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jul 5, 2016 22:17:23 GMT
- Jade Blythe - Jade had seen the glowing woman attack the police in the courtyard, and when she threw the smoke grenade she figured the villainess would get confused or at the very least retreat to… somewhere. The attack was unexpected but Jade barely moved out of the way of the electrical charges, shocked as she for once didn’t have anything useful up her sleeve. All her tricks were in a suitcase under her bed in the Citadel, except a dear piece of jewellery hanging around her wrist. She pulled a couple of beads off from her CHEPS bracelet and threw them to the ground. Upon impact the pearls exploded and created a small cover of smoke between them, giving Jade a narrow window of opportunity to turn invisible, leaving a floating a pack of cards suspended in mid-air where she had been.
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Post by Adam on Jul 7, 2016 13:11:12 GMT
APOLLO | Jay Hearne The woman of darkness was gone; lost in the confusion that ensued. Now Jay simply found himself planted among the chaos, lost in a foreign battlefield. He darted about, glancing every which way with his spectral bowstring still pulled taut. As he watched, a mighty red glacier erected before his eyes. "What!?" he exclaimed in bewilderment in his booming voice. Jay turned back to Chase, his eyes visible once more and baring a defeated, honest look, though also of fear. "What is this?" he asked her before pivoting back round to face the ice wall, releasing his hands and banishing his bow from existence. Intensely, Jay broke out into a sprint, desperately to leave the bridge before the ice trapped him among the bloodshed. The Citadel had already rained Hell down upon all on the bridge; they were beyond reasoning. Many had died and now - as Jay approached the edge of the bridge to wall run to the safety of the other side of the glacier - it dawned upon him that the only people left on this side of the wall seemed to be the murderers, villains and- Jay jerked around, his back against the ice as he entered bullet time. Around him weren't simply petty criminals or nameless killers but women of great evil. Inferno, Snowflake and Reaver. The Ravagers; those responsibly for unleashing Hell upon the streets of Heartania but months ago; responsible for his mother's death. His breathing growing heavy, Jay panicked as rage overcame him. He was surrounded by mercenaries, monsters and them, everything he'd feared since that night, yet also everything he'd sought to purge from his world. Time still slowed, Jay clenched his fist as the spectral bow began to rematerialise. He had to, for her, for everyone that died that night. These were the demons he couldn't shy from. No. For whatever reason, be it fear, cowardice or sense, Jay turned his back on them and moved, elegantly running along the edge of the glacier to leap out of the fray. Immediately, he found himself under barrage of gunfire as the entered the Citadel's side of the bridge. But as the shots rang out Jay hurtled himself from the side of the bridge directly onto the walls beside it, dangling from one hand with nothing but icy waters below him. Swiftly he continued to wallrun along, jumping and maneuvering to steer clear of attacks as he slipped into the city. This fight was never his. He'd get his chance... but for now he wasn't strong enough.
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Post by t00bz on Jul 7, 2016 16:04:36 GMT
Pathfinder Pathfinder managed to find an exit from the Citadel's corridors and took a deep breath to calm himself from being inside the Citadel. He then continued to the gate, where he realized that there was a rather large wall of ice blocking the way. He was still running, and he didn't dare stop on the battlefield, but he realized running up the wall, and back down it, would be risky. Ice didn't have the friction that brick and mortar buildings had, and it would be easy to slip, fall, and potentially die as a result. He turned his head quickly, looking around at the events and environment around him, stuck in a slower time. Then made his decision. It seemed to be his only option, and very risky. Pathfinder ran into a careful, and somewhat tentative, jump onto the rail that was on the Citadel's bridge. He continued to balance himself and passed by the side of the wall of ice, then jumped back onto solid ground and continued to Starlass and the Red Racer's position. He blazed by the Racer, who was at watch, leaning against the trunk of their car, gun in hand, and put Harrison Scott into the passenger seat. A helmet sat on the dashboard, placed there by the Racer. The Red Racer The Red Racer had noticed a young man with a bow on the Citadel's bridge, and had pressed a button in their helmet to give them a better look at him. The helmet's computers showed a zoomed-in recording of the current events, and also was able to print what he was saying on the visor display by reading his lips. The Racer followed his words, and gave an imperceptible nod as they read the words being spoken. They knew that feeling, all to well. They noted a blur approaching, and before they could react, they heard the passenger door shut. The Racer shut down the devices their helmet was using and turned towards Pathfinder as the Rook spoke. "I think we got out okay, so your ride should be pretty safe, but be careful. The Broker's eyes are everywhere." The Racer nodded as Pathfinder looked up and down the street, abandoned due to the battle that had been going on. "Where the hell is Starlass?" The Racer pointed upwards, where Starlass was standing on a rooftop, having a faceoff with some sort of android. The Racer hadn't been able to figure out what the hell it was, not that they would say, of course. Pathfinder turned to look at what was going on as the Racer got behind the wheel of the Crimson Comet. "Fuck." Pathfinder looked at the Racer, "You should get going, I need to find Compound, and see what I can do with...whatever's going on up there." The Racer nodded as the Crimson Comet came back to life with its engine starting. It began moving, a little slow at first, and then the engine gave an aggressive growl, and the modified vehicle began moving at the speeds it was known for in street races. In barely a blink, the car was at the end of the road street, taking a turn much too fast for any average driver to make. Fortunately, the Red Racer, with the assistance of the Comet AI, was no average driver Pathfinder Pathfinder watched as the Crimson Comet disappeared down the street, on its way to Capital City. It also left the smell of burning rubber behind it. He frowned at the rather unpleasant smell and turned back to the Citadel. He could go help Starlass, or he could help see Compound, as he doubted the man was very good at stealthy exits, and given that there was a battle still going on, he would need assistance in getting out. The Rook then looked at Starlass on the roof, she needed help too. While she was holding her own, her attacks also weren't doing anything. And if he could free her up, she could get her mother to Capital City. Running would be difficult for him because he ran slower when carrying other people, as he found when he had escaped with Harrison, and Compound's abilities were on a timer, so there wasn't going to be much transportation help from him. Thoughts ran through Pathfinder's head as tried to evaluate the severity both people would be in. He cursed quietly as he came to a decision, and then got into a runner's start on the sidewalk as he prepared to make his move.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jul 7, 2016 19:48:15 GMT
-Joltz- the smoke spread out from the beads she threw and Joltz copy started to swing her arms wildly hoping to hit her, not hitting anything as the smoke started to disappear the Joltz copy let out a scream along with a small shock wave around her to see if it hit anything, as the smoke finally cleared the Joltz copy looked around and only saw a floating pack of cards getting angry she hit the cards upwards spreading them out around her
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jul 7, 2016 23:08:20 GMT
- Jade Blythe - Jade was just out of reach of the small shockwave when it nearly hit her, but still the energy left a tingling sensation in the air which made the hairs in her neck stand up. She saw the electric woman cause her cards to fly up in the air, and Jade tried to move away from the woman as quickly as she could even if it meant stumbling even further away from the Broker. If Jade wasn’t invisible, she would have been seen with a furrow between her eyes and a subtle change in her eye colour. Not a single card landed on the ground as each one fell to stop in the same height, about three feet above the floor they froze in the air around Joltz. They started to slowly swirl around Joltz in a whirlpool like movement, not serving as anything but a distraction for the maniac while Jade tried to get a nervous glimpse of the Broker which was now out of sight behind the electric woman.
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Post by VirtueNco on Jul 8, 2016 0:31:51 GMT
Somewhere far away Purple.What a pretty colour.Her eyes opened slowly. Groggy, cloudy vision showed her nothing important. Just sky. Just vivid, lilac sky. Wait. That's wrong.She blinked hard, then opened her eyes again. This time, she saw clearly. Okay. Still purple. What is this?She stood up slowly, her lace-gloved hands finding a hard ground beneath her. Some sort of marble, it seemed, but darker. Like it was stained with black ink. The same stone surrounded her, in walls that looked older than time itself, topped not by a ceiling but by rough, collapsing parapets, leaving the space above the woman open like a gaping wound, showing the sky above. That purple sky. The woman brushed off her emerald gown, the one that shimmered in sunlight like a waterfall, and looked around. There was a single door, ebony and intricate, an out-of-place feature among the simple architecture around it. She touched the large knob, the cold metal stinging her fingers, but turning with ease. The door swung open, and the aperture revealed something the woman didn't know she expected. A paved street greeted her, leading away from the building she was housed in. A dozen or more of the same black marble buildings lined the road, bearing no signs or indication that they were unique. But between those buildings, people bustled, gathered, moving from door to door, rounding corners or crossing streets. People. Humans. She looked up. Humans under a purple sky. It didn't make sense. There had to be an explanation, but the woman could only think of one. The relic was important. It had transported her. And right now, at this very moment, Sin Shaman was in another world.
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