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by Segral » Sat Sep 05, 2020 12:45 am
by Dyelli Beybi » Sun Sep 06, 2020 2:43 pm
by Aserais » Sat Sep 12, 2020 12:44 am
by Anowa » Sat Sep 12, 2020 12:45 am
Aserais wrote:
"Shabti. Sech ma Anthony Cross," she ordered, causing the mindless servant to press in the number for Anthony Cross's office number, something she'd taken the time to look up just for situations like this. Hopefully, it would get her in contact with the notorious recluse.
Aserais wrote:"Uh... yeah... uh... Five minutes ago. Again, sorry. So, what's first?"
by Endem » Sat Sep 12, 2020 4:24 pm
by Gudmund » Mon Sep 14, 2020 9:22 pm
by Union Princes » Wed Sep 16, 2020 4:31 pm
by Mandicoria » Wed Sep 16, 2020 7:25 pm
by Remnants of Exilvania » Thu Sep 17, 2020 7:39 am
by Cybernetic Socialist Republics » Thu Sep 17, 2020 6:05 pm
Wildcat
The Night of 24 March, 2020, Somewhere in Harlem, New York City
We've been carefully tracking Mr. Meme for weeks and tonight, I'm ready to make my move. This'll be just the second time since we've left Europe that Catherine has let me out to play, rather than have me just observe, as she'll need me to be in my best form to meet the demands of our client, as payment for this wonderful suit of armour that they gave us to use. I feel so good in this thing, like a second skin, no, my composite fur.
Right, so I need to practice some covert work, so what better way to do it than giving the TIAMA pawns a scare by taking down one of their own. Obviously, not kill or cripple him, I don't want that heat on me, but I want to send a message. So Mr. Meme makes an excellent target. He's been running a pretty constant patrol route in Harlem for weeks now and I know in general when he'll be where. So I picked this spot to perch on, as it'll be near impossible to spot me unless you knew to look here and it provides an excellent angle to pounce on him from. Additionally, it's out of the way of prying eyes and it'll be some time before anyone will be able to reach him. By then, my work will be done. All I need is for him to pass below me.
He can tell something's wrong, and he's reaching toward his pocket, could be a gun, could be a phone, either way, I have to jump now. I'll have to manipulate the mass of air between me and mr. meme as I fall. Any round he may fire should either stop or slow down as it comes toward me. If it still makes it through, or is some type of energy weapon, my suit's electromagnetic shield will go to work and I'll directly boost it by manipulating my generator. I crouch as if preparing my muscles and suit to jump.
Next, as I fall off the ledge above him, head first, I'll stretch my legs outward, slamming them on a solid block of air, giving me a burst of downward force, increasing my speed as I head toward my target. When I hit him, I'll increase my weight to knock him over, as I also try and take whatever device he's pulling out of his coat out of his hand. Then I'll, drop a knockout punch on his head with a mass increased fist.
Now, He's out cold and completely vulnerable, there is nothing, at the moment, preventing me from doing all the damage in the world to this transparent man. Lucky for him, my intentions are highly specific. I want to systematically humiliate every TIAMA pawn that I come in contact with. I want to hurt them on the lines of their powers. I want them to feel the emotional pain of my triumph over them by perverting or taking what they're proud of.
Mr. Meme is lucky, I needn't be as violent with him as I'd be with some of his fellow tools, which is also why I'm starting with him. First, I'll need to get him out of sight, in case anyone turns down this alley, accidentally or intentionally. Just to be safe, I gag him first, then quickly put him over my back, and climb an invisible staircase of air back to the ledge I jumped from. I tie his legs and hands together, in case he regains consciousness before I finish. Finally I can get to work.
I extend my armoured right hand's claws and heat the tips enough to give more or less instant third degree as I scratch his skin. I go to work using my left hand to feel out the contours of his face and trace them out with my claws, my goal is to neatly burn the outline of his face with thin but clearly visible scratches. When I'm done, I'll just remove his gag, I don't want him choking on his own vomit or anything, slide him into a dumpster, then escape. As I work, I'll be careful to pay attention to my surroundings, aided by my suits sensors, being ready for fight or flight at a moment's notice.
Change of plans. His fellow pawns are here and one of them thinks I'm Synapse, interesting. It wouldn't hurt to play along now, would it? But I can't be seen, I need to rely on what Mr. Meme and the rest of them think they hear and see left behind. I don't need to remove Meme's gag, they'll be here soon, besides if I do this right, anything here will be someone else's problem. I head to the edge of the roof, overlooking the alleyway meme's comrades were and create a sonic boom by popping my electromagnetic shielding. Simultaneously, I use the blast of air to kick out dust and gravel, heading in the direction of the roof across the alley way. Next, I turn around, then quickly and silently escape in the opposite direction, heading across and of the roof to the next, on cushions of air.
by Mandicoria » Thu Sep 17, 2020 8:37 pm
Remnants of Exilvania wrote:-snip-
by Europa Undivided » Thu Sep 17, 2020 9:08 pm
“Those who cannot conceive Friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a Friend." - C.S. Lewis
“War is cringe." - Moon Tzu, the Art of Peace
by Union Princes » Thu Sep 17, 2020 9:20 pm
by Revlona » Sat Sep 19, 2020 12:25 pm
by Scotatrova » Tue Sep 22, 2020 1:07 am
by Lessoni » Tue Sep 22, 2020 3:16 pm
"Fight her on her terms, Amalure." Aethelind told to Ophiuchia through her neural link, referring to her by her chosen name.
"But…"
"If it's a serious shock, I'll protect you. But you need to show her what you can do, show me what you can do."
"Understood."
"Close your eyes" Aethelind detected the UV radiation the moment it hit Ophiuchia's contacts, they'd be blocked, but the same couldn't be said for the blobs of iron headed toward Ophiuchia's face.
"What did she do?"
"Turned her stub into an arc welder, clever."
"So she's is using her powers?"
"Oh, yes, you should probably use yours. Also, this is going to hurt, a lot."
by Remnants of Exilvania » Tue Sep 22, 2020 3:25 pm
by Mandicoria » Wed Sep 23, 2020 4:25 pm
Union Princes wrote:With a blink of an eye, the being disappeared. Maria blinked again and only then did she see Trauma’s mask. Behind it, he must have been concerned for her just as much as hand. She couldn't tell who reattached her head back to her neck but it didn't matter anymore, Maria was alive again. For the first time in over a decade, she wept tears of bitter sorrow.
Remnants of Exilvania wrote:"Oh, you are a professional? That's great because I really wasn't sure what to do with Maria. You see, it is my first time taking someone's head of-wait no, actually it isn't my first time but I normally don't talk about the other times because those people couldn't grow their heads back on. You know she can do that by the way? Maria has some amazing blood or something that just magically heals all wounds! Also-"
He suddenly saw Maria blink and immediately went silent, just standing there and staring. Of course he had been absolutely sure that she would eventually wake up again! There had been no doubts! Absolutely none! He was already sighing in relief when all of a sudden...Maria started crying, making Hans rush immediately to her and Trauma's side. He tried looking over her, wondered if there was something wrong. Had he done something wrong? Had the Slav done something wrong? He wasn't sure untill he spotted Maria's still severed hand which the Slav had apparently discarded in favour of Maria's head and he immediately grabbd it and held it before Maria's face, asking:
"Maria, you are awake! Are you alright? What's wrong? Are you in pain? Did I do something bad with cutting your head off? Or are you missing your hand here?"
by Union Princes » Wed Sep 23, 2020 8:02 pm
Remnants of Exilvania wrote:[u]New York City
"Maria, you are awake! Are you alright? What's wrong? Are you in pain? Did I do something bad with cutting your head off? Or are you missing your hand here?"
Mandicoria wrote:He pushed Hans back again as he got up, albeit much more politely this time. Making sure to give Maria some space. Trauma turned to Hans, gesturing to Maria and the blood all over. "They blood heal, yes?" He then pulled out his syringes, with an audible pshhhhh coming from his suit as he began filling it with his own blood. Separated from the plasma of course. "Need to know yes?"
by Anowa » Thu Sep 24, 2020 3:43 pm
Lessoni wrote:“MEDIC! FUCKING MEDIC!
by Endem » Thu Sep 24, 2020 3:58 pm
by Lessoni » Thu Sep 24, 2020 4:02 pm
Anowa wrote:Hannah looked around the floor a bit, before spotting her severed hand besides Blink, "You mind passing me my hand?"
by HypErcApitAl » Thu Sep 24, 2020 5:50 pm
by Mandicoria » Thu Sep 24, 2020 11:20 pm
Union Princes wrote:"But the real question is who are you? "
Anowa wrote:Hannah looked around the floor a bit, before spotting her severed hand besides Blink, "You mind passing me my hand?"
Lessoni wrote: “So, Gauss, are you... okay?”
by Cybernetic Socialist Republics » Fri Sep 25, 2020 10:39 am
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