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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 2, 2016 23:16:12 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ And so it ended, in cold blood. Lorraine Norwood couldn’t hear Thomas Drake’s last muffled words to his sister over the battlecries of men and women, vipers and mice, heroes and villains clashing together at the bridge. Yet, she somehow felt her heart drop for seemingly no reason in the middle of evasive combat, like something bursting in her mind, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. On the slippery bridge she tried not to exert too much strain on herself, though she enjoyed watching several of the reinforcements slip on the ice she created underneath their feet, or simply freeze on the spot as she examined the new combatants entering the field. But for some reason… ..she couldn’t smile. She turned her head to look in the direction Reaver had set off earlier, confused at the unknown feeling which had gotten hold of her. Had something happened? Crimson always said she had good instincts- ’-No. Now’s not the time to think about him. What did I miss?’She looked around, careful not to turn her head too quickly, and started making her way in the direction she’d seen Reaver run off earlier. If her feelings were right, something grave had just, or was about to, happen.
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Post by LHudson on Jun 2, 2016 23:30:50 GMT
- JONATHAN KRAMER - The incredibly uneasy sensation that Jade threw throughout his body was jarring. It was from pain to the inability to feel anything, unable to see his movements, unable to properly get a perspective of himself, just a strange pair of eyes floating in the air. He made his move quick, and knocked on the gates like he did before, and like before they opened it up. He pushed through, yelled at them to close the gate, and they did so. The cover ended, and Jonathan collapsed on the stairs in front of the entrance. How Jade or anyone with the same gift could cope with the sensation was beyond him, but being back in reality made him do the one thing that kept him up. He vomited on the stairs before going limp. He head was up in the sky as the sound of violence kept raging from the other side. Soon...soon...
- CLAUDIA KRAMER - "Left", the mother commanded within the split second it took for Nariko to pull the trigger. This encounter was different, it wasn't the mayhem she wanted to create in order to get Jonathan out, and she was no longer the developing person she was when she first returned from the Beyond. She picked up an assault rifle to her left as the bullets whizzed past her, and she fired two shots towards the woman.
- ADRIAN COOPER - He flinched. He was in between a rock and a hard place, an alliance vs the one thing he was doing all this for. The little girl he knew helping others around her, attracting unwanted attention from an entity who couldn't feel. He took a deep breath and collected his thoughts, then he made his decision. He looked down the scope as the sight lines focused on Reaver, with his finger rested on the trigger.
- JURIS TOUFEXIS - The sight was bloody and unpleasant, it only reminded him of age. The chaos he thought would've been resolved had only escalated, only this time it was a petty political conflict that took off the kiddie gloves. He was getting too old for this, and he couldn't sit idly and watch. He needed to focus on something else, some more tranquil, or at least something that wouldn't have him watch the carnage that unfolded on the screen.
He walked towards where Argent Mind was stations, hopefully he would be fully collected by now. He knocked on the door three times, it was time he had a discussion with him.
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Post by Arbor on Jun 3, 2016 1:42:53 GMT
Reaver nodded slowly, her perfect memory bringing back the events in detail. The Broker had been there, too, "Yeah, I remember you! Was that a date we spoiled? Oh my god, did Card and I get in the way of the Broker's love life?" She almost doubled up laughing at the idea. Talking to this girl was too much fun to rush killing her. "I gotta say, strange choice in boyfriend. Then again, I guess some girls are drawn to egomaniac know-it-alls, right? Powerful men and all that..." As she spoke, she kept peering around for Kramer, who remained resolutely missing. In frustration, she turned her head back to look behind her, and was stunned to see Snow approaching. The woman looked a little lost, and Reaver felt a strange drive to go to her side- fairly distracting given the situation. However, this feeling rapidly took second place as a floating bat was spotted, creeping up on her back. Raising an eyebrow in quizzical surprise, she turned back to her assailant. "Really? Reeeeaaaaally? A baseball bat to the back of the head? When did this become a slapstick comedy? I thought that genre was kept to Kramer's bedroom."
Nariko's eyes widened in surprise as the bullets whizzed towards her. Both were caught in her armour, bruising her ribs and forcing a grunt from her lips. The bitch was fast, in a way that reminded Nariko of Reaver, although it lacked the trained finesse of the latter. No matter- hundreds of sparring sessions over several years had given the mercenary captain a fair bit of experience fighting such an opponent. It was all about expecting the dodge... And failing that, calling on the ranks of her men to even the odds created by super powers. Gritting her teeth, she fired several more sprays in rapid succession, filling the air with vicious pellets, forming her very own cloud of pain.
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 3, 2016 6:05:57 GMT
>> COMPOUND << The bulk of a man understood the instruction, and turned his oversized body to face the Citadel's main gate. At a brisk walking pace, he forced his way through the slew of fighters, now settling down given the focus of the battle moving to the bridge's mouth. Things were happening all around him, Compound was vaguely aware, but he didn't bother to pay them any more attention than that. He reached the gate and waited, trusting that Starlass' associate would open it for him in a few moments. As the citadel's defenses tried in vain to slow down his impenetrable advance, Compound continued his mental ten-minute countdown from the moment he had injected his power. 487... 486... 485...>> THE HARVESTER << || >> SONAR << Something had shocked Johnny awake. He couldn't tell what, but he could have sworn he heard a voice. It was probably from nearby, but his vision was too blurry to check. Just as it was too blurry to explain why he was suddenly lifted from the ground by his shirt front. Orlando tightened his grip on the boy in blue's shirt, slapping his face a little to wake him up. "Hey, hey, there's a good boy. Open up those baby blues for me. I want to talk to you, Sonar." Johnny's vision came into focus, identifying the man in front of him. A feeling of dread sank through his entire being. This figure was part of that image that was burned into Johnny's mind - the image of his dear friend's life coming to an abrupt end. Using what strength he could muster, Johnny collected the saliva under his tongue and spat it in the murderer's face. "What do you want, monster?" Orlando used his free hand to wipe off the spit, then remade eye contact with his quarry. "Your friend. The winged one. She has a bone to pick with me, it seems, following me all the way here. I want to give her the fight she's looking for, but you need to tell me where she's gone to hide first." Johnny sneered. "Like I would tell you anything, creep." "Oh, well, that's a shame. Guess I'd better give up now." Orlando lowered his hold of the boy hero, letting his feet touch the ground, before jerking him around. Johnny felt his feet scrape across concrete, then suddenly lose contact with the ground. He looked down as best he could, given the hold he was in. Far below him, he could see the iced over water below the bridge. "I'm sure I don't need to explain this threat to you. Tell me where the girl went, or we'll see if she taught you to fly as well." Johnny looked back at his captor, the anger on his face mixing with primal fear. "Why? So you can sneak up behind her and stab her in the back? You'll regret this." "Oh? What are you going to do? Listen to me?" Orlando laughed, then his eyes lit up. "Actually yes, you will. You will listen as my blade slices through every single one of your friend's pretty little feathers, and you will hear every scream, every heartbeat, right up until hers stop. Then, and only then, will I let you stop listening." Johnny gulped, spitting out his next words unsteadily. The image of the Harvester's threat tormented his imagination. "Never. You won't hurt us anymore." "Have it your way." Orlando's grip opened, and Johnny felt the air rushing up his skin, whistling by his face. As his body kept his back facing downward, the boy could see only the dreary sky, and the bridge as it hurried further and further away from him.
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Post by LHudson on Jun 3, 2016 9:12:29 GMT
- CLAUDIA KRAMER - "Down". Claudia quickly ducked down as the ring of bullets ripped though the kicked up end of her uniform. Nariko was fast, she knew that, but she had to out smart her. A rock just beside her. Large enough and sharp to injure. She picked up the rock and threw it towards the famed killer, before pulling out the flare gun and fired the unused shot towards her.
The speeding bullet was fast, fast enough to rip the skin out of any poor soul, but there are always ways to stop it. Materials of certain calibre can resist such a killer but too much use can wear it down. Thankfully the one thing that bullet's can't do is think. They can't change their trajectory to cause more harm, nor can they cause maximum damage knowingly. This is what these people had over mindless materials, they can make a choice. Such bullet fired quickly and at the sound of a sonic boom caught up with it's target. They got them, Sonar was on their arm. "Missed me?" McCall remarked, pulling a smile in the process.
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Post by AlexJ on Jun 3, 2016 9:51:51 GMT
GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | Citadel Outskirts 1st December 2063 | 05:54PM Too anxious to change the plan, Grace nodded to herself. "Yeah, looks good. Get it done, and good luck." She looked up to the sky, nerves wracking her body. If anything happened to her parents... ADERYN STONE | SYKLARK Heartania | Citadel Bridge 1st December 2063 | 5:56PM She had looked away for a while, and when she looked back. Johnny was gone. The dread she had felt before returned as she began flight once more. This time, he was easier to find, watching him plummet to the ground. Time slowed down at a numbing pace as Aderyn began to experience the same emotions she felt when Cassie had passed. But then, he was saved: remarkably, by someone who wasn't her. She gave the individual an intense look, presumably of thanks, before turning her attention to the bridge. There, isolated from the chaos, he stood. In that moment, she knew it was time to conclude this nightmare. She rather slowly glided toward the Harvester, and in doing so she cast her yellow mask down to the frozen wastes below, as well as her gloves. This was always supposed to be personal. "You don't even know how long I've waited for this, Harvester," she landed in front of him, her eyes burning with fiery hate, "People like you; people who kill, maim... destroy: people who have no regard for others, putting them below a contract... Even life is too precious a commodity for them to own." Aderyn started off her heroic vocation as Skylark; wanting to aid others at her own expense. She wanted to change the world in the best way she could. Now, though, none of that was a concern. This was revenge. What stood before the contract killer wasn't a typical goody-two-shoes hero, but a bird of prey, unmasked and unrestrained; hellbent on its goal. "I swear to god, you're not leaving here alive, you bastard!" She charged forward, crying with utter fury as she attempted to land an opening punch right to the Harvester's gut.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Jun 3, 2016 10:58:53 GMT
-Joltz- Joltz turned as the lights on the Citadel lit up the area around the entrance to the building, a huge grin appeared on her face and her eyes sparkled at the site of power from the building ' dont just stand there gawking, JUMP IN!!' the other thought said pushing Joltz forward knocking her off balance for a moment, picking up her feet she ran towards the building looking around she saw that the guns were inactive for the moment but she didnt need those turning her attention to one of the lights closes to her she she shot a a small bolt of electricity into it breaking the glass and the bulb darkening the area slightly, afew sparks flew off where the bulb was and Joltz leaped towards it and turned her self into a stream of electricity and went into the electric system of the Citadel
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 3, 2016 12:42:52 GMT
- Jade Blythe and Snowflake ~ Jade noticed Reaver stop for a moment as she saw a striking female with platinum blonde hair come towards them. In that moment she pulled out the smoke grenade she’d brought with her from the safe house. When Reaver turned her head back, Jade had already turned the grenade invisible and waited for the right moment to throw it at her. “At least I have a love life,” she blinked, standing still as she watched the other woman approach them, “and unlike you I have a good sense of humour. Who’s that? Your other dog? I saw Wild Card further back, he looked like he missed you.” Snowflake saw Reaver still standing, and was thus even more confused by the dread she felt piling up inside her. With confident steps she slowly made her way towards her, careful not to engage in any unnecessary fight until she eventually spotted the baseball bat hanging in mid-air. ’What? How- oh, she noticed a red head standing not too far from Reaver, ’telekinesis. Is she the one controlling it?’The rain still poured down, giving Snowflake more than enough to work with as she made the water the wood had laid soaked in freeze and expand into there was nothing left of the bat but scattered splinters of wood on the ground.
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Post by Adam on Jun 3, 2016 16:02:58 GMT
Alice Drake It was done. He was dead. As blood pooled at her feet Alice continued to stand there, numb. Her hands shook as seized up, her mind going over everything that had been said. "Be a better Crimson." That meant no more bloodshed, no more senseless strife. Be a hero. That meant being a symbol, a figure of virtue. That meant doing the right thing. She looked down at her swords, the light shimmering off of the already red blades as the dark, crimson blood they were caked in dripped from them, causing ripples in the pool she stood in. That man; Acchilleus, Alice wanted nothing more than to tear him to pieces, to slowly drain the life out him for what he'd done to her brother... and what he'd made her do. But as she fixated on the rage she thought back to her promise. No revenge, no cold blood. She looked over to the dark politician; could she really spare him? She had to. He wasn't some serial killer like Shadow Fixer or some monster like Reaver, just a sick man with too much power. He need imprisonment, not death. As a true hero she wouldn't be able to refrain from killing when absolutely necessary, but this wasn't one of those occasions. And so, fixating on the man before her, Alice decided: she wouldn't kill him... but she'd do everything she had to to bring him to justice, and stop him hurting anyone else. Alice let her posture slump, feigning being broken. The Viper guns were lowered, she had an opening. One last time she looked to her brother longingly and looked ahead. Her back straightened and her grip fastened around her swords. Ready. In one burst she ran at Acchilleus. First, she kicked him back towards the wide, round rock walls he had entrapped them all in. Next, slash. Continuing to force him back she sliced him twice diagonally downwards from each shoulder, carving an X in blood in his chest reminiscent of Thomas Drake's own insignia. Finally, with him backed up against the stone walls she delivering a swift barrage of punches and pummels before kneeing him one in the chest to crush him against his own barrier, but as she did her yes darted open as the wall cracked and collapsed, allowing Acchilleus to be hurtled through it, directly through the side barrier as he quickly began to descend off of the side of the bridge to the icy waters below. "No!" Alice cried. He didn't get to get off this easy. Death was as escape. She moved to dive after him but - as they finally had time to react and catch up to her - Rick and his Viper grunts tackled her to the ground and attempted to restrain her.
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Post by t00bz on Jun 3, 2016 17:10:07 GMT
Pathfinder nodded as he heard Starlass and called up a contact in the Rooks as he waited for Compound, who was approaching the gate quickly, "Call the Racer, tell 'em to meet Starlass at outside the coffee shop a block down from the Citadel. I'll send you the location." There was a rushed okay on the other side and Pathfinder hung up, then ran down to the gate. He glanced around, noting the Chancellor on the ground, but the man didn't seem in the shape to fight. Nonetheless, Pathfinder shifted side to side rapidly, so that his own features would be blurred and he would be unidentifiable. He didn't want to be tracked down later. He pushed open the gate for Compound and noted a confused glance at Pathfinder's blurred features. Pathfinder shrugged, though he realized Compound wouldn't notice because his features couldn't be perceived, aside from a vague, human shaped blur, "Don't ask. Do you know where we're going?"
The Red Racer was travelling down the streets of Heartania. The streets deserted because of all the fighting going on that night. The Crimson Comet's engine hummed gently and the Red Racer breathed out. To relax, as much as they could anyhow. They enjoyed the quiet rides. The city was peaceful, or rather, it at least it gave the impression of it when you were far enough away from the chaos.
The Racer's thoughts were broken when the AI in the Crimson Comet, in the form of a blue hologram, activated from a device sitting just above the car's radio and began speaking, "Racer. The leader of the Rooks asked for help involving Starlass and asked if you would be willing to assist. Starlass is waiting for you at a coffee shop about a block away from the Citadel. I can mark the location on GPS if you would like."
The Racer nodded at the AI and the hologram disappeared back into its machine, it would probably tell the Rook that they were on their way.
The Red Racer pressed a dim, glowing blue button by the gear shift, and then pressed down on the gas pedal of the Comet. The car's engine roared to life, and it began racing towards the location. Inside the car, however, everything would indicate that not much was happening. The Racer casually steered the car with one hand as if it was just an menial task.
Within a few minutes the Racer had arrived at the coffee shop that Pathfinder had named. The Comet slowed to a gentle stop on the side of the road and the Racer stepped out, their hand in the red and white glove holding a revolver. Just in case. Their body was concealed completely in the racing suit, and their white helmet, decorated with red, hid any facial features. The Racer forgot about looking for Starlass as they looked at the battle far away at the Citadel. The darkened visor of the helmet making it a bit difficult to see so far away. The Racer reached up with their free hand and pressed something in their helmet, and a computer in the helmet activated, projecting a computer-like surface on the inside the helmet's visor. Anybody not in the helmet wouldn't be able to see what was going on in the visor. Blue symbols showed the Racer's physical condition, the condition of the Comet, and much more, but they didn't need those functions at the moment. The silent individual focused on the bridge for a moment, and the machinery within the helmet zoomed in, and showed a picture of what it had seen. The Racer recognized several people on the bridge. The Ravagers were there.
The computer kept the important information displays on, but pushed them off to the sides of the visor, so the Racer could glance at them to make sure everything was in order, but still be able to see forward clearly. They looked at the bridge, able to pick out Reaver clearly. The grip on their revolver, held down by their waist, tightened, and the Racer pulled back the gun's hammer and it clicked as their thumb released it. Reliable, and reassuring.
The Racer continued looking, at the distance they were at, they wouldn't be noticed. Reaver was only a small figure from so far away. However, they had forgotten that Starlass was on the roof right behind them.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jun 3, 2016 17:24:20 GMT
- FROZEN ICE -
There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer
Acchilleus felt the blood and deep cuts streak his skin, crossed and meeting one another in blood on his chest. The pain tore through his body as he looked up in blurry vision, witnessing the woman, a lust for vengeance upon her face, the jagged rocks cutting deep into his back as he felt it crumble around him, like everything else in his life, he felt himself destroying it. He saw Rick rushing out, towards him, letting go of the girl, allowing the others to deal with her as he furrowed his brows, witnessing him joining the last of the fray. Acchilleus felt his breath escape him as he fell back and fear soon replaced his pain, adrenaline roaring through his body faster than the blood ever could. It was when Acchilleus' body had turned over shortly after he fell, when he saw the frozen ice that he barely twitched his hand to rise upwards and in it, the earth cracked through the ice near the body of a broken girl and an even more broken boy. It didn't help when the earth rose so high meeting him far before he was close to even falling onto the ice and he plunged into the rock, roaring in pain and cursing at himself as he felt his chest heaving, his back almost felt like it was broken as he realized one thing, he was alive, on the top of the tall pillar, but alive. He took a few minutes to stare at the dark sky, rain drops falling and mixing with the blood that slowly began to drip away at the edge of the broken rock.James had almost felt the air tear itself from his lungs ever since he saw Luke and Lilly fall off the bridge, only able to see the boulder which collided with them and pushed them to their deaths. James had spent the rest of the battle, trying to cope, trying to tell himself that the two of them were alive, that they could both control water, that Luke was smart and he knew what he was doing. Did he? Did he really? Would anyone be prepared for that? He blamed himself of course as he let flames tear themselves across the battlefield, streaks upon streaks would collide with the rainwater and burn the bodies of Vipers as he made his way over. It was when he saw a man, falling off the edge of the bridge that he quickly made his way over the edge and saw in his disbelief, two men, a pillar, and he only met them with furrowed brows. He saw the Vipers behind him that were heading towards the edge, shock and fear upon their face before James himself stepped back. His heart pounding and his mind numb as he jumped. Idiot. He thought. As he soared through the air, his arms waving towards the pillar he felt himself barely reach the edge, his arms clamouring over as he realized that the pillar was moving, shrinking even, pebbles and rocks slowly falling off the edge. James found himself almost slipping, his cold numb hands suddenly crawling back as he barely grabbed a hold of the edge, one hand slipping down as he saw the frozen ice below. Not only that, but he saw him, Luke, alive but not well, sitting down, hands shaking, but thankfully alive. James tried his best to hold on, realizing the man, whoever they were, hadn't noticed them. The pillar had shrunk significantly, returning back to the earth from once it where came, James had dropped, feeling the ice crack under his feet as he got off far too quickly, the man moved but James simply didn't see where they went. He quickly rushed to Luke, kneeling down his hands placed on either side of Luke's head as he looked at him. Luke was shaking, shivering as he looked up at James, unable to form any words, the very air within him spent on nothing more then the tears that crawled down his face. James hugged Luke tight, trying his best not to look at Lilly as he felt grief begin to beat him down. He was scared, and lost in the abysmal icy plain they were on. James was so scared for Luke, so saddened as he hoped with all his heart that the three of them would make it out of this alive and together, but clearly the harsh reality of their lives had dictated otherwise. He didn't know what to do now, where to go now as he heard Luke cry, breaking down beneath him. He had a hard time holding his own tears back, yet all was interrupted when he heard the other man groan, seeing their silhouette grow closer. James quickly stood up, rushing to get his revolved out despite having shot three shots, his symptoms didn't seem to be too bad, no blood or horrific headache, yet his head throbbed all the same. Yet it was at that moment, when he saw the man before him that his revolver lowered, his mind turned numb as his breath became shaky. Acchilleus had a hard time trying to adjust to all the pain that coursed through his body, as his vision became less blurred, he was beginning to focus once again as he was treading carefully on the ice. He looked up, the roaring thunder of battle continuing overhead, as he knew that he would have to find a way back up there, to seek medical attention. He wasn't going to back out now, not when he had come so close. He continued moving forward, the rain battering itself against the ice as he looked up and caught sight of a strange man. Acchilleus' bloodied hand was clutching at his chest as he staggered forward and then he froze, standing perfectly still as he witnessed the revolver that was clutched in the other man's hand. He saw the other man, witnessed him for a few seconds and then he knew it. For James looked at the man and Acchilleus looked back and for the first time, they both understood, and gazed at each other for the first time in their lives, as father and son.
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Post by Yabvi on Jun 3, 2016 17:37:52 GMT
Oren's grief had turned into vicious anger. The violent storm of paper swarmed around him, acting as both a barrier and attack. Though he spent most of his gaze fixated on Sienna's dead body, still attempting to process the grief that was flowing through him.
When Shade went in for the kill, Oren's paper reacted immediately, flying toward the area she was stabbing and blocking the attack before returning to the tornado. Oren turned to greet Shade, his eyes red from crying and his voice hoarse, "You've made a mistake, bitch." The storm started to get closer towards them both, growing increasingly violent. Anger. His blood felt like liquid hot magma in his veins. Though the arrow made an admirable attempt to break through the tornado, the paper violently removed it from existence. Paper picked Sienna's dead body up, holding it where the acidic blood could melt it. Paper also lifted Oren into the air, turning back he looked at Shade, wild-eyed, "If I see you ever again, I'm going to make sure I'm the last thing you'll see." Oren lifted up into the air, taking Sienna's corpse to a place to bury her.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jun 3, 2016 19:27:35 GMT
- FROZEN ICE -
I told you. I warned you even, that this would happen but you didn't listen, after all this time you never listened and now...
And now I know who he is, how this, all of this was for nothing...
What's more important is the boy in front of us...Our son.
Acchilleus reconciled with the voice, his lover, the one woman who enraptured her in a world he could never understand and now, now he could barely blink the tears away. All this death and carnage, all in hopes to create a world, a world where his family, his parents would be proud of, would want him to create and yet the only true family suffered because of it. How many people did he destroy? How many lives were taken? Rick was a fine example of a life that may not have been taken but possibly ruined, no matter how many times he wished he wanted to cast the blame. The man next to him, unconscious, far too damaged from simply landing on the pillar to get up, and was now dealing with his own pain and grievances because of him. The destruction, the blood, and the carnage that was waged above had been for nothing, funny how he wanted peace and order, yet with the destruction that he created he was more so destructive himself, not a politician, but the anarchist, the king of ashes. “Do you understand?” The question echoed into the thin freezing air, the monotonous sound of the rain drowning it out as James gave perhaps the most subtle of nods he had ever done in his life. It almost seemed like the energy between the two were renewed, their past wounds didn't matter anymore, what mattered now was each other and how they were perhaps going to deal with this. Acchilleus glanced at the revolver in his son's hand. It felt odd, to refer to him as his son, his family, his own blood. “Just tell me, one thing...Where is she?” Acchilleus carefully watched his son, trying to judge his reaction, and was scared, scared like he was when he was a child and lost his parents. He felt grief begin to overcome him, no matter how much he tried to feebly resist as he knew that the worst news was to come.“Dead.” James' voice sounded sharp, as he tried to hold himself back, right as of now, part of him felt compelled to drop everything, to go to Bayport, to join their police force and try to live a simple life. But it was that irrational aspect of James, that he so desperately wanted to kill and cut away, as of right now, as he raised the revolver, and turned the safety off he knew exactly what he wanted to do. His father- however, loosely he may have wanted to use that term, looked sombre, depressed almost as if they regretted their actions for the first time in life. James tried to control himself, controlling his breathing, shocked and shaken by what he discovered underneath the battle. Tears, both of anger and disappointment escaped his eyes, he attempted to blink them away as he shivered from the cold. Acchilleus nodded.“Goodbye, son,” said Acchilleus simply, and so it would begin.James launched forward, fire erupting behind him as he instantly skidded and shot at Acchilleus, already feeling pain writhe through his skin, feeling the burning sensation in his hand, pieces of rock had shredded the ice underneath appearing in the air and blocking the bullet long before James had even pulled the trigger. He was vicious, furrowing his brows at the man as he simply came closer to his face, and almost for a split second observed some similarities between him and the other, holding himself back as his anger came from how easily his father seemed to dismiss him, both in life and in this fight. Acchilleus watched the rock become jagged and launch at James who ducked, feeling himself being cut some of the rock that launched at him before fire was launched back towards him, roaring and maniacal as it caused Acchilleus to duck back. The flames flickered and only did more damage to the ice, melting some and allowing water to resurface once more, as Acchilleus felt the warmth that emanated from the storm of fire become too close. He was in no way capable when the fire only seemed to grow, rising high and coming down at him. The ice beneath him cracked and was replaced by stone which rose up to fill the hole of water. More of the earth rose, quickly encompassing Acchilleus in a tent of rocks as he could still feel the impact of the flames before they eventually stopped. The tent of rocks flew in all directions, James only had a moment to glance at Luke and make sure he wasn't going to get hurt before he could turn to see a large wall of earth heading towards him. James immediately rushed forward, shooting at the wall before creating a wave of fire around him as he ran, breaking the rock into fragments that were burnt away. Pain continued to rocket through him, his dependency on the revolver was becoming more harmful as he could almost feel like the skin on his hands would tear away, his gloves were ripped. The pain continued to burn at him as he put the revolver in the holster, feeling it pain his thigh as he glared at his father. Three tendrils of fire rocketed towards Acchilleus, all of them large and swaying in the air, coming from different directions and sizzled underneath the rainwater as they approached the man. Acchilleus couldn't handle this, he had created a tall pillar of earth with Rick on top, reaching near the edge of the bridge in hopes to get them away as he focused on the tendrils of fire that came towards him. Acchilleus rushed as fast as he could, his back and arm burnt by the explosion of fire caused by the tendrils as they demolished the ice behind him as they launched towards the ground. He skidded to a stop as the last landed in front of him and out through the fire came his son, his eyes wild as he fired another shot from the revolver, this bullet barely skimming Acchilleus as it cut into his hand as he tried moving to the side. He growled as he caught glimpse of the man and his sister, Luke and Lilly Jones, watching the destructive nature of his force in action and part of him wanted to stop the fight right there and concede if he would ever cause the same pain for his son, and yet another knew, as it gazed at the pillar, that this couldn't have all been for nothing.
He was in so much blood, that there was no going back. Thus, he decided to let the earth ricochet up from the ice, breaking it as multiple smaller pillars came up in a random pattern, heading towards James who quickly jumped back as the ice seemed to split. He launched forward over to the other side, before the gap could be created and water to rise and break the ice, before he realized that the ice hadn't completely split, not yet. In the meantime he heard a scream above and saw a young woman, almost shoved off the bridge by bullets as they landed on the pillar next to the unconscious soldier of his father that was unfortunately safe up there, resting almost. The thought made James sick and he took this moment, where he saw his father was distracted to quickly fire bolts of fire, the first managing to strike Acchilleus in the chest, fire burning into their skin and causing them to scream in pain before they managed to stagger from the rest. It was too easy, far too easy for them to just dodge and James was sweating in the rain, the burning sensation of the revolver had become too much. And yet one glance at Luke, and the corpse of Lilly and he had all the motivation he needed, to end this once and for all.Boulders upon boulders that had been resting at the bottom of this deathly and bloodied sea was launched towards James, many of them he managed to destroy with fire or simply watch them fling themselves into the air before he came closer and with fire in his hands went to punch at his father, it was to his surprise when his father blocked him with a fist that was sheltered by rocks that pain soared through his hand. He yelled in pain but retorted with his own bolt of fire that was aimed at his father's kneecap, succeeding as his father growled, having to step back and risk plunging into the icy water behind him, the ice disrupted by their battle as James felt himself grabbed by the hand and flung across the ice.
It was then and there when he barely had the time to get up as the pillar descended quickly, revealing the two figures on top, a young woman and Rick, the man who had tortured Luke and was now working closely with his father, fighting, it seemed the young woman was repelling him with some kind of telekinesis. Yet it was for nothing as he witnessing Rick jump from the shrinking pillar and barrely make it back onto the bridge itself, the woman left with nothing. Even still, James cursed himself for getting so distracted as he found his shoulder bruised as rock smashed into it, he twisted and fell back down onto the ice which began cracking. Through blurry vision and ringing burning pain, he saw his father walk towards him. James got up at once, and was pleased to see the panic in his father's eyes, knowing he was still able to fight back, if he wasn't so focused on gaining some distance, he would think he saw relief there too.Nonetheless, James was getting tired, panting and so he knew sooner or later he would have to find some way to defeat his father. His leg swept and fire erupted towards Acchilleus' own legs, as he created a small wall of earth to stop it, once again even doing more damage to the ice, James was pleased as he fired another storm of fire towards his father. Acchilleus didn't have the time to react and so he quickly rose the wall of earth, thickening it considerably as he pushed and the two met in the middle, earth and fire pushing together. James wasn't letting up, allowing the stream of fire to continue on, emanating from his own hands as he looked back at Luke who was okay, but noticed that the man, Rick, had disappeared.
The woman was now standing, covered in blood and panting before James turned his attention back to the battle at hand. Rows and rows of fire collided with the rocks that kept forming, he watched as the earth seemed to get the upper hand, pushing forward, until layers of it chipped away and more was needed, more rock to be added and pushed further. The two of them, were tired, father and son, battling against one another and it was no wonder when the fire sparked and stopped as the earth shattered and the fire rose high, the two of them falling to their knees as James got out his revolver, before it was suddenly kicked away, falling into the water. He looked up and saw his father, glancing down at him before he was pulled up, a hand of rock at his throat and lifting him from his feet.His father's words fell on deaf ears, pain, the ringing and burning pain tearing through him as he saw his father, furious and yet at the same time, depressed, his eyes were tired and he almost seemed to be blinking back tears as he was doing this. James' vision was clouded before he suddenly felt a weight in his holster, his father too busy watching his own son die before James' shaky hand wrapped around the revolver in his holster. He toggled the safety with shaky fingers. By the time Acchilleus noticed, it was too late, James pulled up the revolver and fired, not even aiming and he was let go, the revolver in loose fingers, he saw the world darkening as the pain became too much, blood escaping his nose and dripping down his ear as he shut his eyes and lost consciousness. All the while Acchilleus, his father stepped back, and he screamed. The bullet lodged itself in his mouth, and fire erupted from it, escaping his mouth as if it were a dragon as he screamed and grabbed at his throat, tears streaming down his eyes as he roared with pain, the fire continuing to burst out in his screams before he fell and cracked the ice, his body twitching, blood escaping and the fire spreading to the rest of his body as his breaths were weak and drowning. And thus, the king of ashes died with his crown of embers.
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Post by LHudson on Jun 3, 2016 20:05:37 GMT
- JONATHAN KRAMER -
His sight was failing, he was coughing too much, and a quick glimpse of his hand said all. Spec of blood, not from the hand but from his mouth, needed to keep it down. He turned his sight to the barrier keeping him away from the bloodshed, and the gate was open. Strange, he remember it closing when he floating through the tick wooden blockade, but he knew it wouldn't last long. The deep sirens went off again, louder this time, as the deep burst sounds began to resonate with the stone he sat on. It was the end, or at least it was close, but at least the pure torture was dealt with. He got up on his exhausted body and staggered his way onto the top of the gate, where the people he left behind had continued their burst firing. Those guns laid silent, and despite the shallow view that the downpour caused, he could at least see to the other end of the bridged. Jonathan Kramer, eyes in the shadows, King of the Rock, an enigma to his friends, enemies, and the people who looked up to him. The bells of his work for the past two months yelled high, as he saw the walls Acchilleus erected shatter to the wrath of the Citadel. One bang, and the section went down alongside any viper near it, with the extremely small contingent doing their damnedest to leave the lost battle. The defence system continued, the gate's innards lowered and fully secured the gate, and the internal defence system was fully operational. One by one those who didn't go on their knees were picked off, and considering the pain they had caused to both Heartania and beyond, Kramer but couldn't help but finally sigh a relief, as the biggest stress was lifted off his shoulder. Acchilleus may not be seen, but it was clear he wasn't there in some way. He might've fled, or he might've plunged into the might of Mother Nature below, but it was clear what the situation was. He laid down and looked at the black sky, the sky that kept throwing water on him and everyone around. He had won the day.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Jun 3, 2016 20:31:05 GMT
- FROZEN ICE -
Luke, staggered up, almost falling down as he tried to get his balance, he walked over to James, horrified that the same fate had fallen on him too. He saw horrible burns beneath his gloves that had been torn, the fabric barely hanging on as his revolver was no longer in his hands, appearing by his side in his holster, though as Luke drew nearer he could feel the tough heat from the revolver from a distance. He struggled with James, checking his pulse and felt strong relief that he was alive, he looked back as he saw Mira through his tears, blood dripping from her as he witnessed her own fight with Rick, sweeping him away and managing to get her gun and use it against him. However, it was for nothing. Luke looked at Mira and the noticeable absence of Rick and shook her head. He saw someone jump from the pillar in time, and it must have been him. Mira, rushed forward, and the two shared an understood look as they both heaved at James, Mira taking most of the weight as Luke still stood, blood dripping down as he nodded at Mira. They slowly walked by, Luke took one final glance at Lilly, her katana laying right next to her as they walked slowly on the ice that was not shattered, a clear path behind Luke that was saved from the harsh battle he had to witness. And so, they left the three bodies behind, Lilly, Rick and Acchilleus, left dead upon frozen ice. And yet he still heard it, the same words over and over again, as they played one last time; It's over.
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"There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer," his father read from the opening line of the book, before smiling at Relictus from his desk chair. "Do you know what that means, Relictus?" Relictus shook his head. His father smiled, a bit sharper, a bit more distinct and yet just as loving as his mother's. "It means that when you think you might be helping people, you could be hurting them. Do you understand?"
"Yeah," said Relictus plainly. But he looked upset. His father furrowed his brows slightly.
"What's wrong?" His father asked. Relictus frowned.
"I don't want to hurt anyone," admitted Relictus and his father smiled causing Relictus to be confused.
"Oh, don't worry about that. You never mean to hurt people and you won't ever hurt people," assured his father.
"But what if I do?" asked Relictus.
"Well, you apologize. You be nice. You don't want to hurt people, do you?" asked his father. Relictus shook his head. "There you go. I heard your mother downstairs; at dinner. She was right, there are types of people in this world. And we're good people, you understand? And no matter what happens Relictus, you know your mother and I will be proud of you, right?" Relictus nodded. His father smiled. "Good." And he continued to read about the six children who thought they could save the world. "And soon they would have to witness the snow for when the angels cried for their final moments of life..."
And with that, Relictus smiled.
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