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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:25:23 GMT
LHudson | May 26 2015
- The Chaser -
Claudia continued firing as the mercenaries fanned out, and the second they fired she was back in the otherworld. She observed her surroundings and the situation, the bullets, interesting creation, interesting directions. "Lift your weapon up!" the whispers of her mother said, and the greyscale vanish. She swung the weapon in the air and the bullets impacted her armour. Once again, she was fine, but a new process hit her mind. The impact hurts like hell. She winced a little before returning fire and sidestepping slowly around the stadium. - The Broker -
The gaze, the fire, the noise, the clashing. The Broker awoke to see that Luke and Claudia returned, and that Cooper and Reaver were engaging each other. He stood up, and leaned against the edge of the stadium to support his back. - Shadow Fixer -
Reaver decided to make a move, but she was way too foolish. His right arm locked one blade under his armpit, and used on foot to stand on the other blade as it tried to scrap his leg. He looked at Reaver and said "No, you're just a failure", before using his other leg to kick the overgrown rat's face.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:27:26 GMT
Arla | May 26 2015
- Snowflake -
"Thanks Nariko." She let out a sigh of relief; one less problem to deal with. A silhouette on the edge of the stadium rose from the ground and caught Snowflake's eye. The grin on her face widened and she looked back up at Crimson with a quick nod before she darted towards the shadow, heading towards the Broker as fast as she could. She quickly peeked over her shoulder to see if Crimson was following. Come on Blood. Let's make him pay.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:28:32 GMT
Adam | May 26 2015
- Crimson -
Crimson sighed as Snowflake rushed off, annoyed while completely agreeing with her. "I'm coming," he said in a tone to request more patience. He tossed his sword in the air, spinning it and catching it with ease. Cracking his neck, Crimson began to walk casually after Snowflake, breaking into a dash as a bigger and bigger gap emerged. As Crimson ran, he saw the armoured vigilante make his entrance and began to slow down, questioning whether to accompany his hobbled rival or assist Nariko's mercs with their new foe. "Eh," Crimson remarked, "I'm sure they've got it covered." He smiled, honestly being indifferent to the outcome of the mercs' encounter and picking up the pace in The Broker's direction. - The Knight -
"Damn it." Blake sighed. The pilots had activated a failsafe, shutting off computers and returning the VTOL to a more primitive, purely mechanical state. However in such a state it would be unfit for such a fight and escape would be very laborious. They weren't getting away easily.
It was then that he saw the new combatant - or one of them. It was difficult to make out their features through the massively thick suit of padding. All that mattered was that they were outnumbered. Just off of the ground, the figure seemed to have a minigun but was making as little of a dent on the tyrants as they were making on them.
I'd better intervene. Starlass said to take the mercs.
And so Blake emerged from cover, stretching his arms behind his back to limber up and then propelled himself into the arena, landing between the figure and the line of mercs with a fist to the ground, sending out a ripple that should put the mercs slightly off balance.
"Hey guys." He smiled, waving.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:29:04 GMT
iCaramelBird | May 26 2015
- Hunter -
Many bullets had faced Luke as he moved slowly in the armour, and he predicted that due to the cracks and scars it had developed, that he would barely be able to keep up. He kept looking around, hoping to see a sign of Jason but so much was happening that his perception could barely keep up.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:33:30 GMT
NathanielCoran | May 26 2015
- Starlass -
Starlass was three quarters of the way to the VTOL when she caught sight of something bright hurtling towards her. A fireball. This should be fun.She flipped her body midair to reverse her momentum, the blast narrowly missing her. She felt the heat run up her back as it flew by, singing her hair a little. She looked down to the source. There she was, the woman with the hot head and the pathological killing streak. Starlass didn't even dare dropping any lower in altitude before launching a beam of white-hot light at her adversary. I can burn too, bitch. Show me what you've got.
- Sonar -
The sensory overload knocked Sonar around for a moment, the repeated massive sounds resonating in his head. He watched Frequency step out, unleashing her noise into the stadium, and decided to follow suit. He plugged his headphones in, cancelling the noise quite a bit so he could actually leave the cover of the stands. He brushed his hand on the grass. Firm soil. Sticks together well. Perfect.He ran forwards, giving a sidelong nod to Frequency as he passed her by. First priority is hostages. Need to save some bloody lives here.He spotted the mercenaries struggling with Jason. Bingo.
- The Harvester -
The Harvester nodded, rolling his eyes. She was clearly nervous about him, but as far as he was concerned he meant her no harm. She wasn't showing any signs of being superhuman, after all. "I will wait." he said bluntly, taking a seat. He was tired with this exchange of words already anyway. - The Eye -
The Eye passed something in the street - a broadcast screen, showing to the public. Breaking news on a conflict in capital city, an obvious exchange of powers.
This is much more exciting than waiting on a balcony all day. Wonder if front row is still available?
He opened a passageway in front of him, stepping through. The other side opened on a rooftop near to the stadium - a lucky guess, he could have wound up in the middle of the fight were he not careful.
All I could ask for now is snacks. Oh well, might as well enjoy the show without them.
He settled in on his perch, watching the battle unfold.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:34:10 GMT
SpaceManFromMars | May 27 2015 - Inferno -
Inferno dodged the beam, It missed her by a fraction. She noticed Starry didn't want to come down from the skies. She shouted, "You gonna stay up there Starry! Too afraid to come down!" Inferno grinned. She was shooting fireballs rapidly now, Still using her flames and occasionally her hands. She had a plan. Inferno knew her fireballs weren't always a perfect hit, but releasing them in a volley would help her try and lower Starry. Then she'd bring out the big guns.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:35:47 GMT
iCaramelBird | May 27 2015
- Hunter -
Luke continued to trudge on, however he felt himself slowing down. The bullets that kept ricocheting off of him, whether it were people aiming deliberately at him, or him getting caught in the cross fire seemed to be hitting all areas of the suit, including its weak points and Luke knew that sooner or later the suit would fail to function. Looking for a safe place, Luke began heading towards the stands, hopefully there he could get a better view and some cover as he tried to pinpoint Jason. - Raven -
Lilly glared at the Harvester, wondering as to why he was here and what he was planning to do with The Broker. Speaking of which, she thought about their 'heist'. It seemed to be taking them an awful long time and a fear arose that something had gone wrong. However she quickly shoved these new found anxieties to the back of her mind as she glanced at the Harvester. "While you're here, what exactly do you want with the High Chancellor?" asked Lilly, narrowing her eyes as she cast a suspicious gaze upon the man.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:36:51 GMT
Mikehyphenplays | May 27 2015
- Lupus Canis -
As the man sat down and waited Lupus looked around the room to see if there was anyway in with out detection, looking to the ceiling of the there was no windows only a vent shaft which wouldn't work as Lupus was too big and if she was attacked it would take too long help, looking around the outside there was a small fuse box falling the wires with his eyes he noticed they went into the room ,the light source maybe but we'll see if he strikes first, suddenly the door opened and the woman came back out and started talking to the man again
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:39:00 GMT
iCaramelBird | May 27 2015
- Hunter -
Luke managed to at least make it to the bottom of the stands before collapsing and falling on his side. Trying his best to get up, he could tell a stray bullet punctured something of importance, or at least weakened the armour to the point where the body armour in itself was useless. Taking a deep breath, he got prepared to climb out and rush to the stands, hoping to quickly find some cover there.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:39:59 GMT
TheJammyJoker | May 27 2015
- The Aviator -
Dean sat there watching last night's game on his bright red leather sofa. He was in his typical Abercrombie tracksuit bottoms and American Apparel hoodie. The Heartania Stallions scored a touchdown and so he stabbed a beer can with his combat knife and squeezed the juices into his mouth with a large crunch of metal. "Oosh!" he shouted as he thrusted at the air, "Touchdown! Hey Consuela, grab me another six pack! Stallions scored again! Hurry up God dammit!" His 'Latin-American' housekeeper, whose name was in fact Elsa, a German woman from Weimar, proceeded to roll her eyes and go to the fridge to grab yet another six pack of beers. Of course, they weren't that alcoholic but Dean liked to think that he was the manliest person in the room by drinking the most no matter what the alcohol percentage. She slammed them on the coffee table on top of the polar bear rug he got when hunting in the Arctic. Greenpeace were all over his ass because of that incident but of course he once again didn't give a damn because it's the land of the free. A little while later, Elsa proceeded to walk into the lift to leave the penthouse as her shift was over. Dean didn't even notice that because he was staring at himself in the mirror, flexing and pouting. He took a selfie and uploaded it to Instasnap, this being the 10th one he'd uploaded today. He put the filter 'Charcoal Frame' on top of it because it gave his muscles that extra definition. The caption was once again, #ripped #gym #getrekt #landofthefree #imbetterthanyou. For once in his life Dean wanted to try something new and so he put on the news. It was live coverage of the massive freaking fight on the football pitch. It looked juicy and something he wanted to get in on. Guns, powers, superheroes. Damn it looked good. However, because he was clearly drunk off of his 2% beers he had to sober up. The best way to do that was his own line of energy drinks 'Aviator Juice'. It was one of those crappy drinks you'd find on those pop up commercials and it had the highest caffeine content in any drink in the whole of Heartania. Five kids had already died from it but he just paid their families with the ridiculous amount of money he had from his contracts. He took a shot of the energy drink and got dressed and ready to go to his helicopter to get to his airstrip to get into his apache to go to the football stadium. Ah the simple American way.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:41:18 GMT
iCaramelBird | May 27 2015
- Hunter -
Climbing out of the armour, Luke found himself clambering up the stairs of the stand suddenly flinching as he fell over, an intense pain emanating from their left arm. As they felt the familiar feeling of breathlessness and panic overtake them, the sudden liquid dripping from their new wound. Without hesitation, they managed to duck behind one of the many rows of seats in the stands and look at their left arm. They watched as more blood poured out the wound and stained his grey shirt and only just beginning to make itself apparent through his hoodie. Holding his gun in his left hand, and trying to put pressure on the wound, he rested his head against the seat, trying to control his breathing and figure out the best way to fix up his wound before trying to find Jason and the others. He only hoped no one caught him in the stands.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:51:25 GMT
Arbor117 | May 27 2015
- Adamant Tyrant -
Facing an untouchable foe with an equally indestructible minigun, and a force of new heroic warriors, the mercs pulled back to more defensible positions in front of the VTOL. Some maintained bursts of Claudia, attempting to force her to keep dodging with her gun so she wouldn't ever get an accurate shot off. Others sighted Sonar as he approached, or joined Inferno in sniping at Starlass. Nariko had her own team, and was facing down the armoured presence of Knight.
While her men fired what were likely to be ineffectual shots from their rifles, the Tyrant drew a pair of massive pistols from holsters on her legs. The bulky hand cannons were built for their massive caliber and force of impact, and held the heaviest penetration rounds she could get her hands on. Such shots were costly, and she saved them for the toughest of opponents. The metal-clad warrior before her counted as such. "Come on, hero." She mocked from behind her helm. "Give me a good fight." Raising both weapons, she managed the recoil with her strength alone as she unleashed a series of pinpoint blasts to his head and chest, each one accompanied by a loud boom. - Reaver -
Reaver saw the foot coming and released her swords, flipping backwards. "Ooh, low blow." She commented as she landed, lip curling. "You're not very fun to fight, Coopy. Too hostile, too angry. No witty retorts, just hatred." With a flash, she drew throwing daggers and began to hurl them with the speed and precision only she could manage. Each time one left her hand she pulled another and unleashed her stream of ten in the space of a second, each one hurtling towards a weakspot in her foes armour or a fleshy gap in his augmentation. "Still, knife to see you here."
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 5, 2016 23:59:48 GMT
LHudson | May 27 2015
- The Chaser -
Claudia maintained her fire as the mercenaries continued their controlled fire, seems to be suspecting something considering the amount of heroes present. The contact the bullets made to the suit were painful, excruciating, but she kept her balance. She fired another burst, but nothing came of it. "Huh?" She shook the weapon before trying to fire it. Out of ammo, dammit!She observed the scene again, her brother was standing nearby, and she had to get over to him. She ditched the empty weapon, before making a move. - Frequency -
Frequency continued playing, winking at Sonar as he passed by. The shards of the metal seating she destroyed coated the VTOL, and from the words of Knight it looked like it wasn't going to go anywhere anytime soon. In the meantime she focused her attention towards the hostage. Another strum, and some of the shards made their way towards the mercenaries guarding him. - Shadow Fixer -
Reaver started throwing some knives, very quickly to Cooper's surprise. He started to swing his blade, left, down, right, up, left, down, down, left, his swings caught the knives, but the last two caught him. One cut through his cheek. Small cut, still bleeding, and the dust and breeze made it hurt like hell. Second one was to his right waist, again, small, though he wasn't sure if the red coming from the cut was either blood or the lining from his jacket. Still, the fight got interest, and Cooper looked at Reaver. "Resorting to dad jokes now?" he asked, before giving off a dark chuckle. He placed Reaver's blades together on the ground, before stabbing his own blade to the ground. "Surely you've got better humour than that?" He readied his fists, and prepared to take on Reaver.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 6, 2016 0:00:35 GMT
Arbor117 | May 27 2015
- Reaver -
Reaver shrugged, smirking. "If you're willing to give me a comedy master class, be my guest!" She chuckled, eyebrow raised. Cooper was going to come at her with his fists- not a conflict she old win, considering how much stronger he was. She reached behind her back and drew a kukri, made of the same metal as her blades. She span it experimentally, then dived forwards, weilding the bade backhand and she swung into him, forcing him back from recovering his sword. The mercs inside the VTOL dodged to the side as metal shards whizzed passed them. "Under fire!" They bellowed, raising rifles. Clearly, the heroes were after the hostages.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Apr 6, 2016 0:01:32 GMT
TheJammyJoker | May 27 2015
- The Aviator -
Striding past his balcony swimming pool which was heated with flashing lights, Dean made his way to his standard helicopter because keeping an apache in the city would attract far too much attention. The helicopter was nimble and quick which was perfect for getting to his airstrip, and of course he had smothered it in an American flag made from metallic paint because he was the best damn patriot around. In his leather jacket, Jack Wills t-shirt and Diesel jeans, he sat down on the tiger fur covered seats and gripped the controls with his leather gloves. With a few quick button presses, he was up in the air and flying towards his airstrip hidden in a forest on the outskirts of the city. Dean landed the helicopter on one of the many landing pads at his airport. Whilst stepping out of the helicopter, he received a text from one of the many girls he'd had a one night stand with. Of course this was on his spam mobile which he would give the number to if he never wanted to speak to someone again. Therefore he ignored the buzzing in his pocket and let the automated response system he bought do the talking. He stomped over to his main hangar and inside was his most prized possession, 'Dean Junior', his jump jet he stole from the private military group 'Zeta Omega'. The very few people who came into the hangar with him said he was compensating for something with a jump jet that big but he just proceeded to threaten them with his big 'murican missiles and minigun because that would shut them up. He gave the jet a quick kiss on the nose and walked out of the hangar to his apache helipad. It was a fine beast, like Dean but in helicopter form. Therefore it was called 'The Deancopter'. It had it all, miniguns and homing missiles, not to mention the surround sound system inside which would blast dubstep and club tunes. He opened the door to the monstrosity that this land had given him and he proceeded to get the rotors spinning. Once again he lifted off and flew towards the football stadium, hoping to find someone who was willing to pay him good money to fight for them.
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