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| Cassus | May 9 2008, 08:49 PM Post #1 |
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A small crowd was gathering outside of one of the many shopping malls that served as landmarks in the entertainment district of the Domino Area. A growing congregation of curious faces of all ages slowly assembled in a wide ring around a black sphere that hung in the air several meters off the ground. It's darkness was unnatural, so black that it seemed to suck in all the light and sound around it. One would expect such a thing to make some sort of sound, an mournful thrum or something, but it was completely silent. All that could be heard were the mutterings and whispers of the flock of onlookers that surrounded this mysterious orb in the middle of the street. Even the traffic had stopped cold. They couldn't drive around the crowd anyway. More and more people were venturing cautiously from their vehicles and out of nearby buildings to gaze upon the ball of night that hung in the sky. ------------ The foreign girl called Rebecca was one of these onlookers, although she was not filled with the same awe and alien fear that had seized the minds of these people. Rather, she felt nothing but suspicion and distrust. And why shouldn't she? What else could such a thing be but evil? Rebecca's instincts told her that something had to be done, before the sphere did whatever it had appeared to do. The dark skinned girl looked about at the staring faces of the people around her, with their faces slack with wonder. This couldn't be natural. As strange as this thing was, the shroud that had clouded these people's minds was not some simple curiousity. Her brow creased with frustration, Rebecca turned back, shouldering her away through the crowd. ------------ It was fortunate that the girl who as unaffected by the spell that the orb had cast over the people had moved away from the front of the crowd. If she had remained staring like the others, she might not have survived the next few seconds. Meer moments after Rebecca pushed her way out of the crowd, the sphere pulsed. A ripple spread across it's surface, a single ring that swept over it's smooth exterior and came together on it's underside. From that spot, something big dropped from the orb. The thing landed on the asphalt with enough force to send a spiderweb of cracks through the black stone, and rose up. It was a man, or so it seemed, covered from neck to steel-toed boot in a black great-coat, adorned with polished studs and leather padding. It's head was covered in a steel casket reminiscent of a World War 2 era German helmet, and whatever face it might have had was shielded by a polished metal mask with glass lenses for eyes. The crowds attention shifted to this figure, who had dropped so unexpectedly from the great dark egg, and it too turned it's metal-clad head to observe them. It's opaque eye-lenses swept across the neat row of faces that had lined up to bear witness to the figure's arrival. And then it raised it's hands, producing a polished machine gun from inside it's coat, and fire three times into the chest of the nearest bystander. The man, a portly businessman of about forty, dropped like a well-dressed sack of bricks, and the spell was broken. A lady screamed, and this shriek of pure terror was picked up by the rest of the crowd. All at once, the throng of people turned tail and ran, scrambling over one another to escape as two more identical, gun toting figures dropped from the sphere and raised their guns. |
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| Izzy | May 17 2008, 05:25 AM Post #2 |
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Mark saw the giant sphere a good way away. Curious, he began to move towards it. He gunned the engine of the battered Kawasaki. Cruising along he checked his gear. Blond hair whipped around from under his helmet, the ice blue eyes peeking out from under the visor. There was a crowd beginning to gather as he stopped a good distance away. Dismounting, he began to walk there as the first humanoid walked out of the sphere. What the hell was this thing? He drew suspicion instantly, being armed an all, but then again there were quite a few people around the place that were. Mark swallowed. Something wasn't right. He slung the shotgun over his shoulder, pulling the pistol around his thighs and the shoulder bag behind him. Gunshots, automatic fire. That was a whole different oh crap altogether. Mark dashed forwards, pumping his shotgun as the gunfire erupted around the corner. A giant black sphere, huh? He didn't know what that was, but it couldn't have been good. Reaching the corner, he stopped, and peeked around the small cinder block wall, then leveling his shotgun. He manually loaded a solid slug, aimed and fired off a single round. The roar of the shotgun was interrupted by the fact Mark had taken cover behind the corner again. The mercenary pushed himself against the wall as bullets chipped the walls around him. Three sources of fire, three armored targets. Damn this, he might have been confident with the Marauders, but that wouldn't be any good. Checking around the corner, he pumped the shell into the chamber, and pointed the shotgun down the range. Aim for the neck. Joints in the armor. He began moving up, ducking into an alleyway. Someone else was there, and apparently she was metahuman too. Pulling the pistol from his holster, Mark let the shotgun hang as he began to fire. It was more to distract, so that the girl could work her magic. Most of the civilians had either fled or died, and thankfully there were more gone away than gone to ground. High firepower weapons were turned towards him, and that wasn't good. He turned around and felt the chips of concrete fly past his face. He needed to get out. Running to the wall, he climbed up and vaulted over the meter and a half tall wall. Dropping into the garden on the other side, Mark made his way along the inside of the wall. Short range now. He hoped that girl survived, and now he was looking to try and kill something. There was a large list of things he wanted to have, first of which was backup, then grenades, and bunch of other things that would make this a lot easier to do. |
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| Deleted User | May 25 2008, 12:49 AM Post #3 |
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Lupis watched from a distance as the sphere hovered ominously over the Entertainment District streets, then spat out a bunch of robo-Nazis. Who proceeded to light up the surrounding pedestrians. Why was it always Nazis? Why did every single weird thing in modern times eventually get connected to the Nazis in some convoluted way? He was almost certain that at least half of the crazy techno-magical things claiming to be lost Nazi experiments were just trying to grab some kind of twisted street cred by just claiming to be from the Third Reich. If they'd actually had as much Dark Magic crap as was claimed, the Allies would've been screwed. "Goddammit." Something as out there as this was, obviously had drawn the attention to the BPRD. Lupis had been the closest available agent, though there were others on their way. Probably. Regardless, this wasn't something he could just walk away from. He sometimes wished he could have enough callous disregard for human life to just walk away from this kind of thing. Life would probably be easier. But apparently in addition to tossing this kind of random crap at him on a weekly basis, whatever higher power decreed that his life be hell had also made him some kind of masochist. He jumped off the low roof of the shop he had been observing from, his wings spreading as he did so. He wanted to at least have some chance of getting close without getting riddled with bullets, and it was easier to dodge and maneuver when you had all three dimensions available to you. And were not being crowded by a horde of panicking bystanders. Besides, people had a tendency to not look up much, right? The Spiderman principle. That could work in his favor, wouldn't it? Right, and maybe some pigs would show up flying beside him here. As bad as the robo-Nazis were, he was pretty sure things would only get worse if more of them managed to show up. Which meant he should probably try to get rid of the big evil orb-thing before it popped out any more cyborgs. No idea what would actually damage it, so it was time for the old standby of trying everything that came to mind and hoping like hell that something worked. So, as Lupis' flight took him over the orb, he dropped the power that held him aloft, folding his wings and letting himself drop straight down, feet first. He briefly gathered power, squinting his eyes and carefully aiming before letting loose with a blast of laser-vision at the orb's surface. Even if it didn't do anything else, it slowed him enough that his legs probably wouldn't break once he landed on the orb. Assuming it was even solid. Or it didn't just vaporize him on contact. Or suck him in and spit him out in some alternate dimension. ...Perhaps there was something to be said for overthinking battle-plans after all, wasn't there...? |
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| Deleted User | May 25 2008, 07:21 AM Post #4 |
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Jack’s large frame had been leaning against a wall at a local diner when the orb had arrived, or rather when he had finally noticed it. He was sipping a can of grape soda his eyes with a hint of curiosity in them as he looked at the ominously floating orb and the various people surrounding it. Honestly considering the things that happened these days Jack was somewhat surprised it had even garnered this much attention. However he also knew despite his want to just ignore it he really couldn’t. He had a gut feeling about this. A feeling that something very, very bad was going to arise from this thing. If so than it was his job to take acre of it. After all Jack wasn’t just some Joe Some. He was a Meta. And not even a normal Meta, Jack was a fighter one who had gained quite a bit of power during his stay at AHS. As such if something bad did arise he knew it was up to him to take care of. However he was getting ahead of himself. For at the moment the orb seemed perfectly normal, well sort of. I mean all that was happening was a bunch of people were staring at it gathering around looking like idiots. Seemed like a typical day in the city. However sure enough that wasn’t going t last. For as Jack closed his eyes just for a second, he heard the sound of machine gun fire and looked up to find some sort of mecha Nazi firing at innocent bystanders. The crowd went into a panic as two more Nazis jumped out from the sphere. Okay now things had gotten interesting. Before Jack could even react he saw two more wanna be heroes like himself step into the fray. A familiar face in that of mark as he tried to shoot up the Nazis and than some oddly familiar looking guy shooting laser beams at the sphere and trying to uh land on it? Regardless Jack couldn’t stay back any longer he had to act. His mind began racing at a million miles a second. His mind running through various plans and battle protocol kind of stuff. However all that proved useless. He had no idea what the hell he was going to do and than it hit him, when did he? Jack stepped away from the wall throwing his can into a nearby recycling can. Unfortunately many of the people running away from Mecha Nazi were running his direction and as such as Jack stood there, people bumping into him continuously, he knew he couldn’t activate his powers. No stabbing someone on accident probably wouldn’t have ended so well. As such Jack just took off his muscular form telling people to run around him as he ran full speed towards the Mecha Nazis covering a large amount of ground rather quickly. As he was running he had been charging a blue ball of energy in his right hand. Focusing on packing it with energy. Eventually he had gotten enough room to allow his wings to activate the large metal monstrosities springing from his back as he took to the air rising above the scene. Than his eyes narrowing on the first Mecha Nazi that appeared he let loose the charged up ball of energy right at him before charging up more as fast as he could and ending up firing three more one at both of the other Nazis and another at the first. Four Arrow head sized blades grew on Jack’s right arm as he got prepared to aim at which ever Nazi he chose as soon as he saw how his first attack panned out. Here's hoping for the best eh? |
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| Cassus | May 25 2008, 11:24 PM Post #5 |
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Rebecca heard the first gunshots ring out, and new immediatly that she was out of time already. All at once, the crowd broke apart and stampeded away from the floating orb and it's deadly cargo. Rebecca stood firm against the wave of people, looking on in horror at the sight of the dark soldier that had dropped from the sphere. The sight of it sent shivers up her spine, and evoked images of primal fear from the receses of her mind. Though it's features were hidden behind black leather and steel, she knew immediatly that this thing had no right to live. Just as the armored solider raised it's gleaming weapon, Rebecca charged. She crouched low to the ground and darted at the thing, zig-zagging back and forth, leaping and diving to avoid it's fire. She came up almost underneath the looming killer, too close for it's gun to be of any use. It looked down at her with it's glass-lense eyes, and was met with a metal-clad fist to it's mask of a face. The things head snapped back, sending broken shards of metal into the air, and then doubled over as Rebecca drove a fist into it's stomach. Rebecca almost cried out in horror as it's unmasked face came down towards hers. No living thing on earth could have had that face. The glass lenses weren't covering it's eyes. They were affixed into it's skull with screws and bolts, and a similar metal apparatus held it's mouth open in a bare-toothed rictus of pain. A metal grill was wedged inside it's mouth, with tubes and wires woven through it's nostils and throat. Rebecca saw all this in the split second before she shoved the dead thing away from her in disgust. Rebecca stumbled back two steps, still shocked from the sight of the thing's mutilated face. It was- had been- human, that much was clear. But whatever had happened to it, the things hidden under the heavy coats and steel helmets could not be called people any more. Rebecca was so struck by this that she barely heard the mechanical crackle that came from a second, identical soldier standing behind her. "Paranormal entity detected, Kssht, eliminate..." Rebecca spun around, but not in time. She soldier reached into it's coat, and hurled something metal out at Rebecca. Before she could move to defend herself, the thing exploded into a mass of grasping metal arms. and wire-like tentacles. The robotic thing wrapped itself around Rebecca's arms, pinning them to her torso. As it did so, a sharp pain pierced through Rebecca's back, causing her to topple onto her knees. Immobilized by the growing pain, Rebecca could not move a muscle even as the solider strode towards her. -------------------- Meanwhile, while all of this was happening, the sphere began to pulse again. But rather than the slow ripple that had now disgorged almost ten soldiers so far, this was a series of rapid pulses that broke the even surface of the orb. With a hollow moan, a transparent film of energy bubbled out from the sphere's surface and expanded rapidly around it. It passed through panicked citizens and metal invaders alike, until it formed a semi-translucent bubble almost a mile in diameter around the area. Those outside the bubble were fortunate. Those trapped within found themselves unable to penetrate the seemingly fragile shield. Those trapped half-way through, however, were the really unlucky ones. -------------------- The growing squad of robo-nazis, as they were being refered to as, barely noticed as Lups flew overhead, arcing downward towards the bubble that had spawned them. It may have been that they simply didn't see him. Or, it may have been that they knew that there was no way the boy could do anything to disrupt the inky black portal. As Lupis slammed into the ball, with his energy attack doing nothing, his feet met with no resistance. He slid through the surface of the sphere like slipping into a pool of water, and emerged out the opposite side without passing through the middle. Three of the leather-coated soldiers rounded on him as he fell from the sphere, their glass eyes showing no surprise, and their featureless masks betraying no other emotion. They simply turned to face him, raised their weapons, and unleashed a rain of bullets on him. These beings weren't the kind that could be caught off guard in such a way. It was impossible to tell if they had a guard. The way they moved through the crowd, firing upon fleeing civilians and, in some cases, stabbing them in the backs with crackling ebony prongs, they appeared perfectly coordinated, and reacted to every new action with a perfectly executed reaction. -------------------- Mark's shotgun slugs pounded into the side of one of the gun-wielding soldiers. A grayish-red fluid- more like an ooze, really- seeped from unseen wounds, making it's black great-coat even darker in places. However, these normally fatal wounds had no discernable effect on it except to knock it back a few steps. These things were extremely strong, at least strong enough to stay on their feet after being hit by a shot gun. It's metal face, turned towards mark with the same unseeing gaze as all of it's bretheren, and opened fire on the blonde youth. With that signal, several more of the identical soldiers became aware of Mark's presence, like they shared a common thought, and stomped towards his hiding place. They moved with no real urgency. They simply clomped forward on steel-toed boots in a rythmic pattern, bearing down on the wall wear Mark crouched. They didn't bother firing their weapons, as the bullets couldn't penetrate the brick shield, but kept them raised. It was only a matter of time until they came close enough so that their weapons had no chance of missing.... ---------------------- Jack's charged ball of energy vaporized the mecha nazi's skull instantly, leaving nothing but a charred stump of a neck that dripped liquid metal as it toppled over. Two more of the faceless things turned on Jack, ready to blow him to bits with their guns. But, before they could unleash a storm of bullets upon the meta-human boy, something stopped them. The froze in midstride, spun about, and marched off towards a burning diner. It was not readily apparant what had caused them to hold their attack, but the mystery was soon solved. The black ball pulsed one more time, though this one was much slower, and the rippled that rolled across it's surface was wider and thicker. The ring of darkness slowely came together at the bottom of the sphere, though what happened next was completely different from what had come before. No solider was disgorged like an egg this time. Instead, something much larger stepped out of it with one bone-thin leg like one would step down from a ledge. The thing was nearly nine feet tall, resembled nothing so much as a giant human skeleton crafted completely from dark gold metal and twisted wire. It's gangly arms and legs seemed too thin to be real, but the bone-like appendages were woven through with thick cords of segmented steel. It's exposed ribcage held a number of faintly-glowing machines that caused the air around it to pulse like a heart beat. It's head was a curving metal mask resembling a stylized skull, with a number of twitching metal digits coming out the back of it that jabbed and scratched at the air like fingers. The skeletal figure rolled it's head around on it's spinal cord of neck before orienting on Jack, who stood just a few meters away. A clicking sound issued from it's chest, and was followed by a ticking motion with it's sharp finger. It took one step towards jack, stabbing it's foot talons straight through the concrete with no resistance. It lazily raised the arm with the finger that waved back and forth like a metronome, and gestured at Jack. Almost immediatly, a nearby solider was lifted into the air by an unseen force. With the next flick of it's finger, the solider was hurled through the air on a collision course with Jack. |
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| Izzy | May 27 2008, 05:28 AM Post #6 |
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Mark looked around him, and then went quite literal 'oh crap'. He had lots of different things going on right now, and that would be a big problem. He was working alone, or with three or four vigilante combatants without any co-ordination. Alrighty... he looked around the corner, over the wall. Then dropped down again as he was shot at. Damn, these guys were good. They moved so well... it was almost like a hive-mind. Brains were only one... he needed something heavier to fight with. More firepower, more punch. Looking at the sky, he saw a guy being to shoot lasers. Then another burst of firepower crashed through the cinderblock a foot away from him. Crap, these guys operated as a team. That wasn't good at all... Mark looked around, then saw that the next wall was only a thin one. He leveled his shotgun, blasted a hole in the wall, and then dove through, rolling back onto his feet and then in an alleyway. He checked a little around the corner, stepped out and got behind the 'team' of near-robotics. His Ghost Arms were active now, with all the plugs loose. A quartet of arms grabbed the nearest robot-man-Nazi, pointed it at the rest, and pulled the trigger on the machinegun. Mark's own shotgun roared with the guttural rattle of the machine-gun. His other arms were busy, pulling out his pistol and a few knives, their weapons stabbing, shooting and otherwise attacking with whatever they could. They struck out at the vitals, especially the neck and armpits, hoping to sever any sensors and any important wires. Pistol fire shot out at the faceplate of each target, searching for weak points or opticals there. Mark continued to whirl around, holding this machine as a shield, his left hand and the knife in his left hand was gripped reverse bladed and slashed at its 'jugular'. There was no indication of any weaknesses, so Mark was forced to assume that these guys had similar structures as humans. More were around the place, and Mark heard a bang. He turned around, diving away from his meat-shield, taking the machine-gun with him, he checked to see a metal tentacle monster attack the girl from earlier on. A soldier was moving on to attack her. He raised the machine-gun, aimed, and heard only a click. Damn it. Empty. Ghost arms pulled the gun back, behind Mark's head, and then slingshotted it forward. The gun fired off, not in its usual purpose but as a damned missile weapon now. It spun through the air, aimed for the metal-men's chest. He pulled out the Five seveN, his shotgun in his Ghost Arms, and then fired all he had. He reloaded all his weapons, then moved to more cover. Collect allies, organize, fight. First the girl. Right, now lets go... what the hell? Mark hurried his pace, seeing as there was also a bigger threat looming. With the bubble, he couldn't call in help... they should try and escape... underground? That could work. He was sure that was their only chance, too. Mark's shotgun coughed out a round at another metal monster, and he considered grabbing a fallen machine-gun. These things were of custom design, but judging by the shell casings they were 7.62mm. That would be alright, Mark had used AK-47s before. But first, for Rebecca. Ghost Arms shot out, grabbing the metal tentacles as Mark's flesh and blood worked to defend them. He searched for the main console, or something like that... pointing at the main casing, he shot it. A pair of Ghost Arms with serrated blades began to saw through the metal. It could take a while, but the Arms were tough buggers. Mark's shotgun slid back and forth again, whirling around to protect the two students. He turned to her, and then looked at the mass of metal tentacles. "Lets get these off you, alright!? Try using powers you have, anything blunt force and strong." |
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| Deleted User | Jun 1 2008, 06:20 PM Post #7 |
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Jack had braced himself to dodge the bullets when eh found them stall and his blasts hit their targets. Indeed he had taken out three or four of those little buggers in just one wave, a good show. However Jack knew too much not to be a little worried about the sudden halting of the soldiers. They had, had a good a opportunity to shoot at him and they had aimed and than just stopped. For some reason they just stalled and let themselves become destroyed. As strange as this situation already was this was even stranger. Why would an enemy give up a chance to possibly hurt or scare or even kill their opponent just so they could get their heads blown off? It just didn’t make sense. However Jack’s questions were answered soon enough. As they monstrous compilation of machinery stepped out of the orb Jack flew even further into the sky but kept his arm aimed at the thing. Jack’s eyes however couldn’t help but widen at the beastly creation. Those other cyborgs had been Childs play, somehow Jack was doubting this monstrous foe was going to be as easy as an opponent. But hey Jack had faced long odds before and he was similar with fighting high-class super powerful machinery. His eyes narrowed and his face returned to it’s same solemn appearance. His large muscular build rippled slightly as his muscles tensed. In the air he crouched a little ready to dodge out of the way at a moments notice. For he knew right away he was this creatures target and indeed that statement proved extremely true. Jack seemed to push off at a moments notice as the solider came flying at him the super speed his wings granted him moving the max as he held his arm steady and unloaded all four of the metal arrowhead type blades at the robotic creature. However he didn’t stop flying, no eh kept flying at his max speed flying in a somewhat circler pattern with some zig zags and such to throw off his opponent. He was charging a blue energy ball in his hand and unloaded one soon followed by another at the monstrosity. His body still kept soaring through the air trying to keep his muscles warm and body contestably moving as to be able to avoid an attack at a moments notice. Jack was no newbie to fighting and not exactly a slouch at it either. Jack was fighter heck fighting really was his passion. He also was powerful and a Meta-human heck eh was a powerful meta-Human. See how that works out. However without intelligence that meant nothing and that was something Jack knew. He needed to be smart needed to use strategy or else he would surely meet his need. That was how it was against any opponent and this case was no different. This was an opponent to be taken seriously and Jack planned to do just that, take it seriously. But lets be real about this, when didn’t Jack take things seriously? That’s right folks, never, point proven. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 3 2008, 09:50 PM Post #8 |
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As Lupis fell through the globe, he frantically spread his wings, to check his downward momentum. It worked about as well as you might expect, at least if you knew anything at all about Lupis' life in the three or so years he had been at AHS. His wings flapped half-heartedly open -- it managed to slow him about the same amount that flapping the back of his coat would have achieved. The mysterious jet-pack action of his wings, the part that actually allowed such flimsy structures to let something his size fly, failed to sputter to life in time to prevent him slamming into the concrete of Domino. Either because the sphere was interfering with their propulsion somehow, or because he was just too panicked to kick it into activity in time, the result was the same. He landed in a crouching position, as he had planned, but landed on the concrete of Domino's streets instead of the surface of the globe. For those people that had spent too much time watching Roadrunner cartoons, concrete and similar surfaces were HARD, particularly after a long drop. Lupis landed in a crouch, with a loud cracking sound as the leg that slammed into the concrete decided it was time for a practical demonstration of the laws of gravity, motion, and inertia. By complete and pure coincidence, this was accompanied by a white-hot, shooting pain that started in Lupis' leg and went up along its length and into his body. A lot like a broken bone. Lupis said something, loudly, that would have gotten him thrown out of church, most public places, and a few of the more reputable bars in the area. Three of the Kroenen wannabes turned to face Lupis, raising their guns. Apparently they had issues with profane language. "Crap." As the RoboNazis pulled their triggers in Lupis' general directions, his eyes widened and his laser vision again exploded outward. This was not the thin, controlled burst he had used against the sphere. With his eyes wide open, the blast spread out in front of him in a cone of chi. He might have worried about collateral damage, but he was too busy focusing on, you know, not dying. Besides, none of the people present would have more happen to them than being knocked down -- the non-living matter present might get a little messed up, but that was what he was counting on. The blast slammed into the oncoming bullets, acting against them as a wave of pure concussive force. At their relative speeds, this was like slamming lots of tiny little cars into a big brick wall. How it would affect the Nazis, Lupis neither knew nor cared. He was, at least temporarily, free from a hail of lead death. One of his gauntlets flashed into existence for a moment, before running down off his forearm and into his hand, forming a spinning, hovering disk just above his palm. He twisted at the waist as hard and fast as he could, screaming in rage and pain as his broken leg protested. The discus shot away from his hand, arcing like a rock-hard frisbee at the group of RoboNazis facing him down. |
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| Cassus | Jun 6 2008, 04:09 PM Post #9 |
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The cyborg creatures made to dodge Lupis's energy blast, but the wave of power blasted through them before they could take even one step. The focused chi tore holes in their augmented bodies and sent them skidding along the bullet-ridden pavement. This small group of soldiers was taken down, but another wave strode briskly towards Lupis, raising their rifles. However, they too were caught in Lupis's next attack, a spinning beam of power that cut through them like a buzz saw. Black-clothed killers fell in shredded tatters that bleched oil and slime as the tumbled to the pavement. While difficult to fight with mundane weapons, these beings seemed vulnerable to supernatural power. Lupis had taken out more soldiers than the other fighters had defeated all together in two quick attacks. The remaining soldiers payed no mind to any of the combatants, save for Mark and Rebecca. The majority of them were marching about obliviously, picking up the fallen bodies of those they had slain. Most of the bodies were drizzling blood and gore, and here and there, a few bore the same robotic device as Rebecca that bound their arms and legs. The soldiers carried them effortlessly and carelessly, hauling them one after another to the floating black and sphere and throwing them inside. Unlike Lupis, the bodies did not appear out of the other side. Could the soldiers posibly be... harvesting them? --------------- The mechanical monstrosity chittered at Jack as he took to the skies with his metal wings, waving the insectile arms that lined it's face sporadically. It took a step back to follow his flight path, twisting it's head around impossibly to lock onto him with it's glowing eyes. Then, it spoke. Not physically of course, for the fiend had no mouth to speak of. Rather, it's voice echoed in the heads of those who still lived, including the ones who struggled against the robotic attackers. The sound of it's thought-speak was tinny and hollow, like the simulated voice of a computer, yet it's tone was too malicious and cruel for it to be a simple machine. "How quaint. A mere fleshling that can fly under it's own power. It believes itself to be unique, and powerful." It paused as Jack's ball of energy slammed into the base of it's neck. It recoiled from the blow, but reared up to face Jack again completely unharmed, and continued. "but the fleshling is only one insignificant creature, and it knows nothing of true power." The abominable thing allowed it's "voice" to fade away in the minds of all who could hear it, and whirred again, this time louder. It raised one skeletal arm and gestured at Jack with a finger tipped with a wicked needle. A thin, segmented coil erupted from it's knuckle, and lashed out at the flying Jack like a snake. The thing seemed to move with a mind of it's own, and expanded to rapidly close the gap between them. It's tip sparked faintly with internal power. --------------- Mark's knives and guns raged at the cyborg soldiers. His knives found purchase in the eye sockets and necks of the things, releasing jets of foul fore and grease with every strike. His bullets slammed into their chests, knocking them back with every shot. But not all of them fell right away. The soldiers pressed on, wounded by the knives that should have pierced their brains, but not killed. Ragged holes showed in their leather coats where Mark's bullets had made a grizzly trail, but were only slowed down. Even as Mark dived away and made for Rebecca, they still pushed forward. Rebecca was feeling weak. The tentacles squirmed as she struggled, tightening their grip. That shouldn't wear her out like that, she thought. She watched a bead of sweat from her nose, and realized that the living shackles must be injecting her with something to sedate her. She wasn't even feeling angry anymore.... She should just lay down, give up... it was much easier that way...... A loud blast impacted her back, waking her up from the trance and sending her sprawling. Almost immediatly, feeling returned to her body, and could sense her energy returning. She craned her neck to see who had rescued her. "Right." She replied to Mark, and concentrated on breaking the metal tentacles. She struggled against the bands that still held her tight, even in death. The payed no mind to the sounds of destructing all around. Being distracted wouldn't help her at all. Her dark skin was slick from sweat after nearly a minute, but she managed to pull the constricting arms apart and shrug them off. Rebecca stood up, and wiped the sweat on her face onto her arm. "Thank you," She said, looking sideways at Mark. "But it's not over yet." Rebecca turned around, and faced the metallic skeleton looming over the black orb that had spawned it. "They targetted me that steel trap because they knew I used magic." Though she still had the same fire as always, Rebecca's tone was starting to sound shaky. "I don't know how. It might be their weakness." She paused, and turned to look at Mark with her feline eyes. "But that thing needs to be stopped." |
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| Izzy | Jun 6 2008, 04:57 PM Post #10 |
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What the? Mark frowned, his pistol magazine dropping into his satchel as he fumbled for the next clip. He clipped on the laser sight, turning on the small lance of red light and leveling it at the nearest ones. Necks. Their coats were protective, and the exposed necks might hurt something else. These 5.7mm shells were hi-power, and would defeat most types of regular body armor. The pistol's barrel sent puffs of smoke out to the robo-nazis, the little slugs targeting a little above the center of mass. Mark never tried trick shots, seeing as adrenaline did more than speed you up. It didn't make you any more accurate. So the biggest target it was. He picked up a fallen machine-gun, and turned it on the enemy. The heavy weapon roared in his hands, and he made an effort to prevent muzzle climb. Trying a new tactic, the held the gun gangsta style, horizontally. Pointing it at the right hand edge of a gaggle of robo-nazis, he rode the muzzle climb, turning about and sweeping the spray of fire across the group. He hoped he hit something vital. Rebecca seemed to recover. That was great. Mark offered her the pistol, holding it behind him, handle first. His shotgun roared as Ghost Arms operated the slide, and a third began to load the second half of his shells. "Point, aim the red dot, and click the trigger. Aim a little low, its got a bit of a kick!" That may account for her still-recovering grip, and the fact that it was possibly the first time she handled such a weapon. Kickback was deadly in a battle. Mark gritted his teeth, seeing the harvesting take place. He aimed the shotgun lower this time, aiming to at least disable these creeps. Loading a solid shell, the shotgun returned to his arm, and it coughed out the slug of metal, hoping to disable a robo-nazi by taking out its pelvic region. Her shaky voice registered, and Mark's answering tone was serious, commanding and should have been on an army sergeant. Actually, he was one. It also bore a hint of empathy for her condition. "Alright, use your magic when you can. Target the heads! If they get too close, grab a knife from my back, and aim for eyes and necks. Ammo for the pistol is in my satchel. Grab a machinegun when you can, but try and aim low, kickback's a bitch on these things." To emphasize his point, Mark aimed at an unoccupied cyborg's feet, and rode the storm of shell casings and explosions up, hoping it would show Rebecca about the ferocity of the kickback. She might even get bruised shoulders in the morning, he didn't know. He certainly was. Repeat and reload, or replace. He sent another burst down range, seeing the gathering throng of bodies. Mark didn't want to know what was going to happen to them if this thing got away. And since most were dead, he focused on the ones that had the metal tentacles, advancing at a slow walk, his machinegun sweeping right to left, hoping to cut down the enemy where they stood. As he walked over to one robot-nazi, he dashed a few paces, and delivered a point-blank burst of gunfire to its legs. The rounds scythed the feet out from underneath it, and then Mark delivered a single shot to the tentacle machine's box. At an angle, of course. He checked the man's pulse. Alive. Barely. Mark crouched over the man's limp body, curling around the machinegun. Knives on Ghost Arms whirled around him, and occasionally they would open up a small hole in the defence, which would be filled with high-velocity shells. Damn, this was hopeless... |
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| Deleted User | Jun 7 2008, 05:03 PM Post #11 |
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The voice coming from the machine, or echoing in Jack’s head that somehow was related to the machine however you wanted to word it probably should’ve thrown Jack off more than it did but it didn’t. Jack kept up his impossible to trace movements pulling the oddest maneuvers and whatnot just to distract the machine and keeping his body warmed up. His eyes kept focused on the machine and his ears listened carefully to the words it spoke. They were definitely malicious and this creature definitely didn’t sound like one to be messed with, yet, than Jack found hope. One of his energy balls seemingly took the creature by surprise made it recoil. Jack felt a grin arise from the corners of his mouth. He also noticed at the same time the brown haired boys energy attack greatly damaging the Nazis. Than I hit him full force. That was it. It seemed energy was what effected these things, that was there weakness. Keeping up his pace Jack charged an energy ball in his right hand trying to find a good angle on the monstrosity. However than his eyes caught sight of the thing that creature shot at him. Letting the creature gain decent enough ground Jack let loose the now considerably focused blast right at the snake thing. Than taking off he got even closer to the administrator and his brow furrowed a little. Veins could bee seen at different parts of his body as much more noticeable blue energy began building in his hand. He hoped that his attack had either slowed down or destroyed the snake thing as he now focused harder a new attack and a much more focused and powerful one. Drawing within 15 of the administrator now Jack let it loose. He let out a yell as his hands thrust forward and a bright blue beam blasted off. A fifteen-foot long cylinder of concentrated blue energy was shot at the administrator aiming at the creature’s head. Jack’s eyes glowed a little as he let off the attack. He put all he could muster into the blow and was now stationary as he blasted the thing at the administrator. Jack had really gotten the hang of this energy manipulation thin and he knew the more he focused into it the more that would become of it. The more he put in the more that came out. Jack’s eyes narrowed on the administrator to see what became of his attack. His body was ready to move as he flew in the air beginning to charge another one of his blasts just in case he could get another good shot in. However he expected the worse that the administer would attack him now and as such was prepare dot move as best he could. Than there was that snake thing to worry about as Jack wasn’t sure whether he had actually destroyed it. Indeed Jack had multiple thins to worry about but he planned to face them. He kept his body tense and his focus on the large metal monstrosity in front of him. Jack had more where that cylinder had came form and Jack had every intent to show this bad boy just what Jack’s ideal of true power was. Jack might not stand a chance but hell if he wasn’t gonad try and give it his all. Jack was a warrior, a fighter, and a protector, not a quitter. Never had been a quitter and never would be. He’d be damned if he started now. So that’s why she stood there focusing energy into his hands and ready to move. This battle wasn’t over until that creature fell for sure and Jack didn’t plan to rest for a second until it was over. So was his warrior way. ((OOC: Crappy Post my apologies)) |
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| Deleted User | Jun 14 2008, 11:56 PM Post #12 |
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Lupis flinched as the voice of the Administrator rang in his head. He had never been a huge fan of people, or things, reading his mind, and that managed to spill over into people talking at him through telepathy. Besides, the Administrator's voice was really damn unpleasant, all the more so for its spookily-human qualities. And it was monologuing. Lupis would've sworn that never actually happened outside of comic-books and Pixar films, but the damn thing was monologuing. If it uttered the words "I am invincible," Lupis was going to turn around and get out of there before a bunch of clowns in spandex and masks showed up. That kind of thing never ended well for anyone. The RoboNazis seemed to be weak to his powers, though. REALLY weak, given that his discus was tearing through them like a buzz-saw, and he was pretty sure it had all the cutting edge of rubber ducky. That was useful. Sort of familiar, too -- though none of these things looked like they were secretly made of living mold, and this definitely wasn't Lillith's complex in Rome. And all the time he had spent trying to repress those particular memories had just gone down the crapper, it seemed. The day just got better and better, didn't it? As Jack let off his own blast of energy at the head RoboNazi, Lupis' chi-disc bounced off one last cyborg and flew back in his general direction. His hand reached out and snagged it out of the air like a frisbee, the energy slowly reabsorbing into his body with a small bit of effort. These things were weak to chi-powers? He could do that. It would hurt like hell in his condition, but so would getting killed to death by a bunch of rejected Hellboy villains. Lupis' wings spread, his chi-gauntlets flashing into existence. He pushed off with both legs, screaming in pain as a white-hot lance shot out from his injured leg to the rest of his body. He flew as fast as he could, holding both arms ready for a double-punch attack at the Administrator's back that would unleash the pent-up energy within his gauntlets as a pair of concussive blasts. |
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| Cassus | Jun 18 2008, 05:51 PM Post #13 |
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The administrator's horrific metal skull of a face wheeled around to follow Jack, tracking him through the skys with it's many internal mechanisms. It gave off a piercing metallic shriek, and took a hude step towards him. However, the steel monstrosity was not prepared for Jack's counterattack. It raised it's thin arms in front of it just as Jack's beam slammed into it, which caused it to actually take two steps back. But the thing held out against the onslaught of energy through sheer power, and soon managed to divert the beam away with a significant psychic effort. The thing's arms were twisted and charred from the chi blast, but that didn't hamper it at all as it lunged at Jack with it's dagger-fingers outstretched to rip him from the sky. But it's arms never reached the super-strong metahuman. Just then, Lupis' reinforced fists slammed into it's segmented spinal cord and bent it inwards. The administrator reared back unwillingly, and a jet of blackish-blue fluid spurted from somewhere in it's chest cavity. But even that wasn't enough to stop this beast. While it was clear these mechanical monsters were vulnerable to chi, the administrator was on a whole other level from the foot soldiers that now lay in smoking tatters. Though it's spine was bent and spewed sparks from it's joints, the monster wheeled around, and it's eye-holes flashed with power. A nearby car, abandoned by it's now-dead owner, shot up into the air, born aloft by the creatures psychic force. The wrecked hunk of metal turned to aim at Lupis, and hurled itself at the boy. ------------------ Rebecca took the gun, and looked at it rather quizzically. "A gun?" She said, leveling that feral glare at Mark. "They don't work very well." But Mark was already off, seeing to the wounded and ensnared. There were only a few of the soldiers left, only four, and those were busy hauling bodies into the portal that had spawned them. Although Rebecca's heart ached to admit it, saving them wasn't the biggest priority. Rather.... Rebecca looked over her shoulder, to gaze upon the fight between the two boys and the metal abomination that had emerged from the portal. That thing was undoubtedly more of a threat than the soldiers by this point. Many more would die if it wasn't stopped. Let Mark deal with the wounded; She already had a plan. Rebecca tossed the pistol aside, and charged at the administrator from the right. She sprinted as fast as she could, leaping over bullet-ridden bodies and shattered soldiers as she went. The administrator was distracted by the two boys, who so far had managed to wound it's arm and spine. But brute force wouldn't be enough to kill it, even if it was weak to their power. But it was made of metal, then surely.... Rebecca ran up the side of a car, and vaulted from it's hood at the administrator. As she flew through the air, her hands flashed with a sudden, unearthly light. By the time the administrator noticed her, Rebecca was already slapping her hands on the thing's leg and groin. The light from her hands pulsed, and the administrator screamed. The metal of it's lower body screeched as it tore itself away from the metal beast. Screws, wires, joints, and even the smooth plating covering it's support system fell away from it, until nothing was left of it's lower body except wrent servos and wires emerging from it's spine. All at once, the thing's huge torso plummetted, and smashed into the pavement in front of Rebecca. The metal that had seperated from the administrator's body continued to move, however. Pieces of steel crawled up eachother and twisted into new shapes, as they began to form large stacks. And these stacks soon took on a form of their own, quickly shaping themselves into vaguely humanoid golems of steel. magical light surrounded each joint, holding their haphazard bodies together, and more poured from their eyes as they loomed over the broken form of the administrator. |
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| Izzy | Jun 19 2008, 12:26 AM Post #14 |
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Mark weaved through the crowd, his shotgun was nearly empty. It wasn't good for him. Rebecca discarded his pistol, and the mercenary finished freeing one man, before heading back to the pistol and grabbing it. This was expensive to get out here, and he looked hurt as he tucked it back into the shoulder-holster. Mark grabbed a fallen machine-gun, and looked it over. M249. Heavily modified. Perfect. He leveled the weapon, and began to fire in short bursts, aiming at the four that were still standing. The shots hit their targets, and Mark fired again, his shots repeating as he shot the machines until they lay still. He rushed forwards, and checked the cargo. Three were still alive. The fourth was dead. Gritting his teeth, he found a little relief that the wound had been administered long ago. It wasn't him... The mercenary wheeled around as more of the AHS students went after the administrator. He checked his weapon's ammunition supply, and hurried forwards. The girl had simply torn that man apart. Mark didn't waste time. There was plenty of ammunition around. He fired in short, controlled bursts as he shot at the upper body as golems formed. "What the hell are they!?" Not sure if they were friend or foe, Mark aimed his weapons at them. "Hey, anyone got an idea what these things are!?" His sights traversed from one head to another, one stomach to the next. Mark didn't know where to look, his weapons were ready to twitch and fire, and he forced himself to relax as quasi human targets began to form. "Can someone explain this!?" (Blech, hate this one, but nothing much to work on, sorry guys) |
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| Deleted User | Jun 29 2008, 10:30 PM Post #15 |
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Jack stayed in mid air his hand building up energy his eyes constantly dashing about taking in everything that was around him. Yet despite that his main attention was still focused on the giant mechanical nightmare in front of him his arm trained on him ready to shoot his energy on a seconds notice. The meal wings springing from his back the blades covering his well toned body and glowing pure energy on his right hand made Jack a very intimidating foe at the moment. His eyes narrowed pure death in his eyes as he watched the cyborg’s every move. Seeing the creature knocked back was definitely reassuring. It confirmed that energy definitely was these creature’s fatal weaknesses. However Jack knew he would have to keep the attack up if he hoped to really damage the creature. One blast wasn’t gonna cut it, Jack had to be and was prepared to waste every last bit of energy he had in his body. The energy in his hand was glowing brightly now as he continued to focus energy into it. The more he focused on it, the more energy he poured into it, the stronger his blast became and he had been focusing just a while now. This sucker was gonna hurt, period. However before Jack had a chance to use his blast the oddly familiar looking boy jumped into the fray. He seemed to have his own source of chi as he managed the bend the damn thing’s spine. However even that didn’t seem to stop the thing as it rose and seemed to hurl a car at the boy. Jack was too far away to be able to save the boy so he decided to focus on protecting his own ass. He continued to focus energy and his muscles tensed slightly as he focused his whole form on his cyborg foe. But than it happened. Jack saw the girl running out of his corner of his eyes and he could only pray she didn’t get herself killed. Than she did it. She copped a feel on the cyborg and seemingly destroyed the damn thing through his groin. Jack was impressed and scared at the same time. How had she been able to do something like that? Sure she was a Meta-Human and these cybrogs were weak to chi and such but she had just managed to take the thing out with one blow when Jack and Lupis had blasted the crap out of it and it still had kept fighting. Jack was indeed quite impressed however he couldn’t count on those little golem things that just rose being friends and as such he flew down besides Rebecca with his amazing speed. He held his hand straight aimed at the golems and spoke smoothly and yet powerfully unwilling to let his guard down until he was sure this girl had been the cause of whatever the hell these things were, “I need know whether those suckers are friend or foe. Because if their foe I’m going to blow the living shit out of ‘em,” Ah a true master of words isn’t he? Indeed one has to admire the sheer elegance of our very own Jack Summers. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 11 2008, 10:31 PM Post #16 |
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Dazed from the impact with the Administrator, Lupis had finally managed to lose track of what was happening in the battle. He hated when that happened. Potentially deadly consequences aside, it always felt like a blow to his already continually wounded pride. He could follow insanely convoluted plots on par with the collective Matrix trilogy, but one little bump on the head and he suddenly lost the capability to keep track of a fight with a measly few dozen participants, a mere half of which were trying to brutally kill him. It was enough to make him consider turning in his Reader Of Epics license. Or it would've been, if he'd had one. Lupis blinked a little as that particular train of thought ran itself across his mind. ...Okay, slamming headlong into the giant metal thing was probably not a good ide-AAAHE'STHROWINGAGODDAMNCARATMEEEEE- The car flying at him, propelled by some unknown force that Lupis was perfectly willing to attribute to the Administrator, served very nicely to focus his attention. Particularly as he was effectively incapable of moving. And he wasn't going to assume that the car wasn't some kind of guided missile without evidence to the contrary. It had been that kind of day. He reacted out of panic, the only way he could -- his eyes again flew wide open, unleashing a blast of chi as strong as he could push out. It slammed into the car in a wide cone of concussive force, hopefully checking the impromptu missile's onslaught. He held the blast for as long as he could, until whatever well of power fueled the blast dried up and trickled to a stop, leaving an intense soreness in his eyes in its place. The time-limit on his optical blasts wasn't long, but even pushing to that short limit was a strain, it seemed. One of his hands clapped over his eyes, as if trying to smother the fire that had apparently flared up somewhere around his retinas. "F***ing OW..." |
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| Cassus | Jul 23 2008, 07:18 PM Post #17 |
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The adminstrator let out a spine-tingling shriek of pain and anger. The loss of it's lower body had been a grievous wound to the beast. With jerky movements, it planted it's thin arms on the pavement and attempted to push itself up, but it's strength gave out as it's oily blood spurted out of the tubes in it's severed torso, and eventually toppled over with an echoing Clang. The infernal light in it's eye sockets gradually slipped away, and the things death spasms soon subsided until the monstrosity was still and silent. The street was mostly empty now. Only those who had fought against the Administrator still lived. The short stretch of road was littered with the oozing bodies of the deceased, and the broken forms of the cybernetic soldiers. All those who had escaped had hidden in the buildings and shops around the street, and now peered down at the scene of devestation with wary eyes. A little less than a hundred had been trapped in the force field, and now only a handful still lived. This brief yet horrific event had only been stopped by those that most of the world now condemned. Rebecca had backed away from the administrator in it's death spasms, and now approached it cautiously as it lay inert on the shattered pavement. The two steel golems glared at the mechanical thing silently and impassively, as if waiting for it to get back up and attack. As their master passed between them, she waved them off with a gloved hand. "It's dead-" She said to everyone present, and to those who were suspicious of her golems, she said, "-And do not worry, they are mine to command." The fierce young woman crouched down to examine the coppery skull of the administrator. Carefully, she put her hands on either side of the head, and lifted it up to stare into it's dark eyes. "What is this...?" The floating black sphere that had been forgotten by all then began to pulse once more. Rebecca's head turned sharply and her body tensed, readying herself for another onslaught. But none came. Instead, the sphere seemed to shrink in on itself, bubbling away until it was no more than a beach ball. At the same time, the transparent force field surrounding the block shuddered, and collapsed inward into the sphere. As soon as it did, the Sphere vibrated rapidly, and dissappeared into the air. Rebecca let out a sigh of relief as it vanished, knowing that this was finally over. |
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