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by The Republic of Atria » Tue Aug 25, 2015 5:22 am
by Charmera » Tue Aug 25, 2015 5:55 am
Finland SSR wrote:Frank Mayhem
Sometimes, I'm good at predictions. Sometimes, I feel like an astrologist. Well, what do you expect from someone whose brain can process things hundreds of times faster than an elite supercomputer and can give off the likely results of an event in near-perfect percentages. It helps in battle, and it also helps in politics. Four months ago, the government of this planet decided to issue the Registration Act - a bill which makes it mandatory for all metahumans and superpowered beings on the planet to register, reveal their secret identities, while at the same time betraying them by trying to build weapons against them. Back then, I predicted that the planet will go to hell and no meta with at least the slightest sense of honor and self-reliance would even consider following this law. Riots. Chaos. Fighting. Darn. I was so right this time...
I went through these thoughts as I flew across the skylines of Washington D.C., the supposed capital of the United States of America. If you are wondering if I registered - come on. Really? That's a stupid question, and you either don't know me or are joking. Or both - that too is an option. Really, I am a Celestial Android, one of the two strongest members of my race (and with my training and .ew abilities, probably even stronger) - do you think someone like me would listen to Earthling chatter and commands? You're lucky I don't bother with destroying planets, Earth.
Obviously, I didn't come here, to DC, for no other reason than to rant and talk about life. No, though hat is certainly somewhere at the top. While I was landing on one of the taller buildings, I searched for any signs of noise. Yes, that is what I am talking about, noise. There is supposed to be an anti-Registration demostration, and an important person is within the group... I looked to the busy street below. Not much besides cars and pedestrians. I quickly leaped over to the next building, then flew across the spiky and boring mass that is an ordinary city block in this country. Sometimes Earthlings have no style of originality. Or making things interesting.
The massive white house in a park caught my attention. The scanners detected it, too. It was... The White House. Told you. And in the streets nearby - perfect - lots of demonstrators. The person in question is nearby. I took off into the sky and started scanning the landscape from a mile above. You must be somewhere...
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Osnil » Tue Aug 25, 2015 6:06 am
The Republic of Atria wrote:It took a few minutes, but Stark had a new armor sent to him and finally made it back to New York. Naja was going to be a pain and a half to deal with. However, he had one of her few weaknesses: Her boyfriend. Speaking of pains in the ass, he thought as he returned to the podium to see Okarot questioning Alex, whose only response included staring at him as if he wasn't really there. "I can answer that for you. Speak of the Devil, right? I was just going to start tracking you down. Thank you for saving me a couple of hours. I know you've met Alex. Don't worry about what's wrong with him, he was being annoyingly stubborn before we managed to convince him to join the right side. And while you're here, it's probably a good time to get registered." Stark said.
There were two ways that this was going to go. Either Okarot decided to sign up and things go on. Or they honeypot doesn't work and he as to use vinegar instead. "You're a Saiyan according to my information. The tail gives it away. Anyways. We could use someone like you on the team. You'd be our designated Wolverine slash heavy hitter. Once Blondie here is done here, he's probably going to go back to magic, which we could also use. Which, again, opens up that spot. Don't worry. You will be well compensated for your time, and you'll get to fight people worth your time. I'm sure sparring with a partner is more effective than going at it alone." Stark explained. He wanted to avoid a fight, but he knew how trigger happy Saiyans could be.
by Pygmalionia » Tue Aug 25, 2015 6:10 am
Lavan Tiri wrote:-snip-
by Finland SSR » Tue Aug 25, 2015 6:21 am
Charmera wrote:Finland SSR wrote:Frank Mayhem
Sometimes, I'm good at predictions. Sometimes, I feel like an astrologist. Well, what do you expect from someone whose brain can process things hundreds of times faster than an elite supercomputer and can give off the likely results of an event in near-perfect percentages. It helps in battle, and it also helps in politics. Four months ago, the government of this planet decided to issue the Registration Act - a bill which makes it mandatory for all metahumans and superpowered beings on the planet to register, reveal their secret identities, while at the same time betraying them by trying to build weapons against them. Back then, I predicted that the planet will go to hell and no meta with at least the slightest sense of honor and self-reliance would even consider following this law. Riots. Chaos. Fighting. Darn. I was so right this time...
I went through these thoughts as I flew across the skylines of Washington D.C., the supposed capital of the United States of America. If you are wondering if I registered - come on. Really? That's a stupid question, and you either don't know me or are joking. Or both - that too is an option. Really, I am a Celestial Android, one of the two strongest members of my race (and with my training and .ew abilities, probably even stronger) - do you think someone like me would listen to Earthling chatter and commands? You're lucky I don't bother with destroying planets, Earth.
Obviously, I didn't come here, to DC, for no other reason than to rant and talk about life. No, though hat is certainly somewhere at the top. While I was landing on one of the taller buildings, I searched for any signs of noise. Yes, that is what I am talking about, noise. There is supposed to be an anti-Registration demostration, and an important person is within the group... I looked to the busy street below. Not much besides cars and pedestrians. I quickly leaped over to the next building, then flew across the spiky and boring mass that is an ordinary city block in this country. Sometimes Earthlings have no style of originality. Or making things interesting.
The massive white house in a park caught my attention. The scanners detected it, too. It was... The White House. Told you. And in the streets nearby - perfect - lots of demonstrators. The person in question is nearby. I took off into the sky and started scanning the landscape from a mile above. You must be somewhere...
"Motherfucker!" Someone shouted, looking strait at frank. A white protest sign was in her hand saying "Registration is the Enemy!" in red. She dropped it, a look of anger on her face. "Bastard! He must have come here for me... another fight?" She spoke out loud to herself. She had come here as soon as she had heard that the "motherfuckers in washington" had not only put a compulsory registration act into effect, but had also tortured another hero. Librety could not let shit like this fly. She had let the US government exist mainly because it wasn't too bad (And because it was protected by more metahumans than even have the right to exist, but that wasn't important) but this shit was inexcusable. And now her shit samwidge had just got a dressing of piss. "Well if he wants a rematch, why should I complain?" She said to herself, flying into the air near him.
"Hey Asshole!" She spoke. "Remember me?"
by Charmera » Tue Aug 25, 2015 6:46 am
Finland SSR wrote:Charmera wrote:
"Motherfucker!" Someone shouted, looking strait at frank. A white protest sign was in her hand saying "Registration is the Enemy!" in red. She dropped it, a look of anger on her face. "Bastard! He must have come here for me... another fight?" She spoke out loud to herself. She had come here as soon as she had heard that the "motherfuckers in washington" had not only put a compulsory registration act into effect, but had also tortured another hero. Librety could not let shit like this fly. She had let the US government exist mainly because it wasn't too bad (And because it was protected by more metahumans than even have the right to exist, but that wasn't important) but this shit was inexcusable. And now her shit samwidge had just got a dressing of piss. "Well if he wants a rematch, why should I complain?" She said to herself, flying into the air near him.
"Hey Asshole!" She spoke. "Remember me?"
Frank Mayhem
"How polite of you, Liberty!" I exclaimed, obviously in a sarcastic demeanor. Jackpot. That's what I was looking for. Liberty, the android... and the first person in my life that I had to strive to surpass, and not the other way. Knowing her, and her desire for freedom, liberty, and overall a more left-leaning perspective, I thought I would find her here. And, once again, my intuition did not fail me.
"We both know why I'm here, and just to be clear, you're the ass in a more literal sense." Hah. "What else can I say? My rival should be strong enough to keep me sharp, and with massive fighting happening like, 50 kilometers from here, I don't want to get surpassed." I held my knuckles in a cracking position. That's what humans usually do to show readyness for battle. I can't crack knuckles myself, though - I need bones for that. "Technically, we're on the same side of the barricade, but since 95% of metas are too, it's just not fun."
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Charmera » Tue Aug 25, 2015 7:00 am
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Charmera wrote:---Pyrade wrote:---
Garnet, too, ran along the rooftops of Tokyo with the rest of the group, having to admit to herself that there really was something exhilarating about the experience. Their little squad was growing, and she had to say that she was rather fond of them... well, she wasn't actually all that happy with Akari's snobbery and she had known Taro for less than a day considering he had randomly popped in during their fight with Azami's goons, so she supposed that pretty much left only Masami, but either way, it was a nice group to be in. She felt that she belonged, in that silly group of complete misfits.
Coming to a halt behind the others, she couldn't help chuckling at Masami's reaction to Akari's comment, and then glanced at Taro.
"The same plan we always use, newcomer. Go in and shoot, stab, or set all the bad guys ablaze until the problem's solved." She nodded, grabbing Misery and nearly checking the ammunition before remembering that the thing reloaded itself.
"So, this is the spot, the place where the Onis are? Is the sixth one here too?" She asked Masami, knowing that she was the one who could track them.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Charmera wrote:---
Though the mention of her dear wayward brother, Asra, was like the stab of a needle through her metaphorical heart, Etla forced herself to smile warmly for her older sister's sake, brushing past the pain of the tragedy she herself had caused. Idly, she wondered where in the vast universe her brother could possibly be, but once again, she had to dismiss these thoughts, even if it was sadness which drove them this time and not anger. After all, regardless of whatever thoughts crossed through her mind, she was well aware that what she had to do now was comfort her sister and mend her lover.
Placing a hand on Ihra's shoulder, the shorter Rainborn nodded at her. "I hope you do, Ihra. There's too many wonderful things in this world for you to let the words of a big red meanie sour you. There's no reason that you should listen to him more than to your cool sister, right?" She said cheerfully. She didn't want her sister to get bitter so soon after all, to give up on the world that to her had been so full of wonder, despite being so full of terror as well. A year ago, she and Craig had spent some time showing Ihra around, and yet, she felt that there was still so much more to explore, not just for Ihra, but for herself as well. She had seen it in her arrival and even throughout the Secret Wars, and she wanted Ihra to see it too.
Alas, now was not the time for that, and a mellow voice soon brought this fact to the front of Etla's thoughts.
"We have everything you asked for, ma'am." The female employee stated without much emotion, adjusting her glasses. "We brought you some tools as well."
Noticing that, indeed, all her demands had been properly satisfied, Etla nodded at them and dismissed them, before turning to Ihra. "I have some work to do now, but you're free to stay here with me if you want, Ihra. Just... feel free to talk but don't interfere, alright? I'll be completely fine, I promise, so don't worry even if it looks like I'm not." She said softly, her ominous words likely making the redhead begin worrying already, though the blonde Rainborn felt that, despite that, it was a necessary statement.
Now done speaking, Etla walked towards the table where all of the components had been laid out, in order to begin working on the Core that would encase her beloved's frail heart. It did not seem, at first, that she would have any use for the tools provided, as Craig's blood, which she now used as a Core, granted her technopathic capabilities, allowing her to assemble all of the raw components provided into more complicated forms with ease, without having to move a finger. However, this was only a small part of the process, as it had been evident to her from the start that human technology, while indeed very sophisticated and helpful, was entirely incapable of replicating the abstract technological miracle that was a Core. For that, certain components would be needed, components that had no equivalent in terms of human technology, and indeed, no equivalent whatsoever in the whole of the universe, as they were created beyond.
It was thus that Etla reached into her own chest with one of the tools laid out on the table and retrieved a small black piece, and then another, and another. If her dear Craig needed pieces of a Core in order to survive, then so be it. She would give him pieces of her Core.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Finland SSR » Tue Aug 25, 2015 7:07 am
Charmera wrote:Finland SSR wrote:Frank Mayhem
"How polite of you, Liberty!" I exclaimed, obviously in a sarcastic demeanor. Jackpot. That's what I was looking for. Liberty, the android... and the first person in my life that I had to strive to surpass, and not the other way. Knowing her, and her desire for freedom, liberty, and overall a more left-leaning perspective, I thought I would find her here. And, once again, my intuition did not fail me.
"We both know why I'm here, and just to be clear, you're the ass in a more literal sense." Hah. "What else can I say? My rival should be strong enough to keep me sharp, and with massive fighting happening like, 50 kilometers from here, I don't want to get surpassed." I held my knuckles in a cracking position. That's what humans usually do to show readyness for battle. I can't crack knuckles myself, though - I need bones for that. "Technically, we're on the same side of the barricade, but since 95% of metas are too, it's just not fun."
"Cute..." She muttered in response to the Ass comment. She face-palmed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. This guy really doesn't know when to quit, but Liberty supposed that was something they sorta had in common. "You really chose a piss poor time... but fuck it. Not like I was getting shit done down there." She remarked. Sighing. She noticed her rival cracking her knuckles and raising her eyebrow. "Do you even have bones? What's the point of doing that if you can't feel it." She asked. Then folded her arms. "Alright then. Where do you want to do this? Cause here is a bad place."
by The Starlight » Tue Aug 25, 2015 7:27 am
New Neros wrote:-snip-
Call me StarBest High Fantasy RPer of '14 and '15
"Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination""Strength does not make one capable of rule. It makes one capable of service"
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world"Tri: NS's Tolkien incarnate
Lith: Twinky-toes, Lord of Elves, and the only man to enter Tolkien's Holy of Holies
Neros: A Star Among Men and a Tolkien force of nature in relation to Elves and Asgardians.P2TM: Infinite Justice | ✎ Member - ℘ædagog | ℳadhouse
by New Rob Halfordia » Tue Aug 25, 2015 8:35 am
The Republic of Atria wrote:It took a few minutes, but Stark had a new armor sent to him and finally made it back to New York. Naja was going to be a pain and a half to deal with. However, he had one of her few weaknesses: Her boyfriend. Speaking of pains in the ass, he thought as he returned to the podium to see Okarot questioning Alex, whose only response included staring at him as if he wasn't really there. "I can answer that for you. Speak of the Devil, right? I was just going to start tracking you down. Thank you for saving me a couple of hours. I know you've met Alex. Don't worry about what's wrong with him, he was being annoyingly stubborn before we managed to convince him to join the right side. And while you're here, it's probably a good time to get registered." Stark said.
There were two ways that this was going to go. Either Okarot decided to sign up and things go on. Or they honeypot doesn't work and he as to use vinegar instead. "You're a Saiyan according to my information. The tail gives it away. Anyways. We could use someone like you on the team. You'd be our designated Wolverine slash heavy hitter. Once Blondie here is done here, he's probably going to go back to magic, which we could also use. Which, again, opens up that spot. Don't worry. You will be well compensated for your time, and you'll get to fight people worth your time. I'm sure sparring with a partner is more effective than going at it alone." Stark explained. He wanted to avoid a fight, but he knew how trigger happy Saiyans could be.
Siliarba wrote:I stayed out of his way and let him do his thing, but the guy is a monster, a thing worse than cancer that needs to be removed and destroyed.
Kiris the korrupter wrote:Article 1 yb REMOVE new rob halfordia for being annoying cunt new rob halfordia toxic poster rob interaction like injecting toxic into eye
by Servinta » Tue Aug 25, 2015 9:34 am
Osnil wrote:This stranger almost had a likeable tone to him, yet, not so likeable. Maybe it was the glowing eyes, but despite that, the stranger seemed to agree with him on registration, calling him "a like-minded individual", even going so far as to offer him help and warn him about the thugs. He kept his distance, but stayed close enough to see where the stranger was going off to. He saw the stranger pull out some kind of shard. It looked like some kind of diamond of some sort. Following the stranger into a new tunnel, he crawled in one of the subway cars and went to sleep.
by Osnil » Tue Aug 25, 2015 9:41 am
by New Rob Halfordia » Tue Aug 25, 2015 10:03 am
Siliarba wrote:I stayed out of his way and let him do his thing, but the guy is a monster, a thing worse than cancer that needs to be removed and destroyed.
Kiris the korrupter wrote:Article 1 yb REMOVE new rob halfordia for being annoying cunt new rob halfordia toxic poster rob interaction like injecting toxic into eye
by New Rnclave » Tue Aug 25, 2015 10:24 am
Turmenista wrote:New Rnclave wrote:
Hiroshi:
Raising an eyebrow, Hiroshi narrowed his gaze and crossed his a DMs, his emerald eyes ur rowing into Myosais as he floated steadily in the air.
" Why so cocky? We've only just begun the fight. I dodged all of your Ki attacks and struck at you, while you haven't gotten a scratch on me yet." The Super Saiyan shouted, his voice coming out muffled by the shriek of his Super Saiyan aura.
Then it happened. Somehting about the way she tossed her hair, the air of confidence, yet it was unbearably teasing to the Saiyan. Swallowing, Hiroshi's eyes darted around her petite frame, noticing every curve of her body. His throat had tightened, his tongue dragging against the roof of his now dry mouth. A heat had begun to form in the pit of his stomach, the heat spreading throughout his frame and ending at the tip of his now unfurled tail.
Shaking his head, Hiroshi had mere seconds to notice the pink fist that slammed into his cheek, his head jerking backwards violently, a bruise exploding on the flesh. The momentum of the strike carrying him backwards, Hiroshi snapped out his leg, the heel of his boot impacting her abdomen, his fist arcing from the side, his knuckles snapping across her jawline.
Myosai
Well, that worked.
Hiroshi's leg slammed into the side of Myosai's chest in a rather Painful area, causing her to double over in pain for a split second. This gave Hiroshi an opening to strike her again, where, this time, he punched her in the face, of all places.
Myosai's beautiful face pushed against the fist forcefully. Realizing they were fighting in close combat while floating, Myosai lowered their bodies to the sand, where she dug her heels and feet into the powdery sand. This gave her enough support to yank Hiroshi up from the floor, where she then lobbed him behind her back, as hard as she could.
She knew if she was really quick, then she could complete this next move. She flew back towards where Hiroshi was sailing now, leaving a trail of smoky sand behind her feet. She launched the helpless Saiyan into the sky, where she then Instant Transmissioned to the Saiyab, now flying high into the clouds.
Alone, punches and kicks would not be enough to hurt this Saiyan. He was a tank. Her ki blasts did some damage, she knew. Maybe if the combined her ki to her Melee combat like that one move, she could have an upper hand in this fight.
"Hey, can you hold this?" She asked. "Thanks."
A ki sphere the size of a basketball materialized in her palm, and she handed the heavy ki ball to Hiroshi, generously. This would have caused the Saiyan to plummet like an anvil, almost comically. If he did not lose that Ki ball soon, he'd be in some big trouble.
Finland SSR wrote: Sex is a form of competitive martial arts, after all.
by The Fallen Jedi » Tue Aug 25, 2015 11:03 am
by Osnil » Tue Aug 25, 2015 11:50 am
by Zarkenis Ultima » Tue Aug 25, 2015 12:52 pm
The Abel Imaginarium wrote:---
Charmera wrote:---
Charmera wrote:---
by Pyrade » Tue Aug 25, 2015 1:14 pm
by The Starlight » Tue Aug 25, 2015 1:46 pm
The Rebel Alliances wrote:-snip-
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:-snip-
Call me StarBest High Fantasy RPer of '14 and '15
"Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination""Strength does not make one capable of rule. It makes one capable of service"
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world"Tri: NS's Tolkien incarnate
Lith: Twinky-toes, Lord of Elves, and the only man to enter Tolkien's Holy of Holies
Neros: A Star Among Men and a Tolkien force of nature in relation to Elves and Asgardians.P2TM: Infinite Justice | ✎ Member - ℘ædagog | ℳadhouse
by Osnil » Tue Aug 25, 2015 1:57 pm
Pyrade wrote:Eldara
Eldara had been flying quite high in the atmosphere for a while now. According to her thermometer, it was significantly colder than when she had come hurtling through the atmosphere at several hundred meters per second. She had been following a lead regarding the news report. Apparently this island was somewhere in the middle of an ocean, something Eldara had discovered Earth had quite a lot of. But her internet trawling had picked up on a location that looked promising. Logically it made sense that if one where to look for something that had evaded the vast network of human mapping satellites, she would go to the place where human technology seemed to have a habit of disappearing, the Bermuda Triangle. An odd place, and for strange reasons the humans placed strange superstitions on the triangle, illogical, seeing as there were far better explanations for the disappearances. It was a mix of curiosity and amusement that drew Eldara to the triangle. What she was not expecting though, was the island that awaited her when she arrived.
"Clearly humans need better mapping technology."
She murmured, wondering just how it was that the mapping sites she had consulted had not known of this island. While giving many url's a firm admonishing for outdated data, the gynoid approached the island, scanning it for life. There were indeed life forms on this island, quite a few to Eldara's surprise. She alighted next to a building containing two such life forms (Ara and Wonder Woman) and paused at the door. She gave a polite knock and waited. Not entirely sure how they would react to the android.
by The Fallen Jedi » Tue Aug 25, 2015 2:12 pm
by Servinta » Tue Aug 25, 2015 2:31 pm
Osnil wrote:NYC
Owen lay asleep for a while, then he was flung awake by the stranger, who demanded, "What does this look like to you?"
"Easy, buddy. I just woke up from a deep sleep," Owen yawned, then looked at the stranger's outstretched hand. "It's a diamond, I think. Why? Is there some sort of problem?" He began processing all possibilities. "Did this belong to the thugs you mentioned earlier-I can't tell if it was yesterday or earlier."
by Myrobia » Tue Aug 25, 2015 2:33 pm
by Confederation of imperial states » Tue Aug 25, 2015 4:27 pm
Mundeo wrote:Confederation of imperial states wrote:
Ranger holstered his Pistol,
"Stark's off his Gord alright. and a Tip Owen, stay underground to try and avoid any Pro-Reg confirtation. that's metaphorically but i guess you can go literally if you want". Ranger walked to the edge of the roof,
"I need to go gentlemen, Someone needs to clean up stark's mess" The Ranger then shot his grappel and swung off.
"I think it's best you get going. I was foolish for seeing you as an ally, when in reality, all there are in these times are enemies. Good luck". Randall said before following Ranger, using kinetic energy to keep up. Now that his mind was clear, he was able to put some meaning into what he said intead of blind rage. There truly is no good or evil in this war, and no matter what, there will be destruction unless a common ground is found.
As he cought up with Ranger, he turned to him and said, "Mind if I follow you? There's no way I'll last in this mess alone, and if you want peace, I can help, sort of"
by Siliarba » Tue Aug 25, 2015 4:45 pm
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