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Berny-Mac
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Legendary Hero
Lord Vader
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posted January 14, 2011 06:40 PM |
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SUPERHEROES (IC)
It is a year after the media-dubbed Supervillain War in the massive metropolis of New Constantinople. Since the absence of the city's greatest threats, the city has flourished and a new generation of Heroes have risen up. Of course such growth hasn't come about without some drawback. The Machine Mob, as they are called, have effectively taken over the other mobs, mafias, and gangs in the city creating a single truly organized and powerful criminal force. However, for the moment they seem to be laying low, perhaps waiting for the time to strike.
It was on a normal tuesday afternoon in the middle of July when the unthinkable happened...
"Lisa! Run!" yelled a man as he took cover behind a store counter.
Lisa, a young teenage girl of 16 years of age ran down the store aisles trying to escape the gunman. He had already shot thirty two people and was bound to increase that number. From behind a clothing rack she watched in horror of what was happening.
Her father, the man, was a police officer and thus pulled out a gun. He popped out of cover and shot the gunman in the chest three times. However, the man randomly appeared beside him and lifted his hand. The policeman rose in the air as if pulled by an invisible chain. His eyes widened in fear and then felt a strain on his limbs. They seemed to be slowly tearing apart from his torso. He started screaming in pain like never before as his bones started fracturing and his muscles were internally ripped to shreds. The gunman laughed diabolically through his mask and then whispered in his ear, "You are one of the lucky ones. Think of what will happen to your daughter. I'll let your imagination fill in my words with your worst nightmares. But none of it will matter. There is nothing you can do about it but watch from your bloody pool on the floor."
The policeman's arms and legs then suddenly were ripped off by the same force that lifted him in the air. The gunman lowered his hand and the policeman fell onto the hard floor, barely conscious. The masked murderer then turned around and walked in the general direction of where Lisa was whilst reloading his revolver.
"Come out, little girl. You know you can't hide!" he said audibly.
Lisa could barely control herself. She was so full of tears and anger that it took her all of her willpower to simply prevent herself from crying too loudly. She then turned and ran away as quietly and quickly as she could. The masked man sniffed the air and then said, "There's no use. I can smell your fear!"
He flicked his hand and the clothing racks separated, creating a path for him. He walked forward and blasted the shelves in the room away with his telekinetic powers. One of the shelves hit Lisa as it was traveling through the air, knocking her onto the ground. The man walked to where she was and lifted her with his powers. She tried to struggle and get out of his grasp, but it was all for nothing.
"Do you know why I am sparing your life, Lisa Kilarn?" he asked.
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face.
"It is because you have something that I want...something that I need." he said as he caressed her face with a scarred hand. "But I will not do it here. Why don't you come with me?"
"W-w-who...are y-you?" she asked in fear.
"My name is of no significance and no meaning. But what I represent is. I represent the snake that eats its own tail. I am Ouroboros."
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted January 14, 2011 08:35 PM |
bonus applied by Mytical on 04 Apr 2011. |
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Dropping down from the rafters, his descent being slowed down by the slight spread of his wings, Edmund landed near the confessional booth. He knew that the cathedral was devoid of people, save the priest who waited to take the confessions. This ritual had played on for many months now. Ever since Edmund had started sleeping in the belltower and chambers behind the facade. Every week, when Father Aldo took confession Edmund would wait in the shadows of the rafters untill the other faithfull had left. When that was the case he would go down and confess his sins.
Edmund got into the booth and sat down. Which itself was a part of the penance as the seet was not made for beings with wings and tails. The veiled window made for speaking stopped the priest from seeing who confessed their sins.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession." Edmund began.
"The last to come to confession, as every week. Tell me your sins, my son. And I will pray to God for his forgiveness." Father Aldo responded. It started like this every week.
"I have sinned father. I have struck down men. I have hurt them, and caused them to be hospitallised. I may have caused them psychological trauma, I am not one to judge. Their blood has stained my hands." Edmund almost called them claws, which is what they are if anything.
"And why have you done this, my son?"
"I have caught them in acts of evil, Father. I prevented them from doing harm to others and the world. They, with exception, tried to defend themselves from me, with the weapons they carried and used to commit their evil. I whish not to burden you with the images, Father. I will stand trial for that once the Lord calls me to Him. The demon of wrath has a tight grip on my mind, Father. I am quick to anger and in this anger I strike these evildoers down."
"You confess to such sins every week my son. Why do you seek out these men?" Father Aldo asked.
"I must, father. I cannot stop hunting these men as much as I cannot stop breathing or stop eating. My wrath would turn on people who deserve it far less, if this urge is supressed."
"Have you sought help?"
"I am beyond help, Father. I know my wrath cannot be quenched for long and I know that this demonic grip on me cannot be exorcised. It has been tried."
"Noone is beyond help, my son."
"I am beyond the help of men, Father. I can only hope on The Lord's understanding and His mercy."
"Explain to me then, why you are always last to come. I have noticed that you only come when there is noone but me left."
"My appearance is frightning, Father. I do not whish to burden the other faithfull, nor you Father. It is all I can say."
"All this secrecy, all the anger. As every week, mere penance of prayer would not attone for your sins."
"I understand Father. As always I understand."
"I shall pray for you, my son. God Bless you."
"God Bless you, father."
Edmund left the booth and with a long jump and several beats of his wings he was up in the rafters again. Father Aldo came out of the booth as well, as every week hoping to catch a glimpse of him. And as every week, Edmund made sure he could not be seen.
Through the rafters and chambers, Edmund had made his way to his roost in the belltower. Here it was that he slept, hanging from a beam like a bat. The priests of the New Constantinople Cathedral of Siant Benedict knew someone other than they used these chambers. They had left him a table and chair and they would leave some food out each evening. Edmund was gratefull for that. Each sunday they would leave a host on the table, which Edmund would take as he watched the mass from the shadows of the rafter. Edmund looked at the backside of the clock. Around 18:30 one of the priests would bring a meal up to the tower, it would be two-and-a-half hourse still before they would enter his roost.
Edmund was active during the night mostly. Even in a brightly lit city, there were enough shadows to conceal his appearnce at night. But it was not dark yet, so Edmund clambered up the beams and hung himself down out of sight. He could shut his eyes and nap for some time.
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Warlord
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posted January 14, 2011 08:57 PM |
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Econ randomly turned on his television, hoping for something intersting on the news. He wasn't really paying attention, but suddenly he heard the words "gunman, store, 32 deaths..." He sat up, intently staring at the screen. Then he got a pistol out of his drawer, put it into his pocket, opened the window, and jumped on a nearby roof. He hit it running, and sped off to the center of the city.
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Berny-Mac
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Lord Vader
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posted January 14, 2011 09:10 PM |
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The priest ran up to the belltower and yelled out, "My son! Something terrible has happened at Langsley Mall! If you truly are one to defeat the wicked and protect the innocent, help the poor people that are being killed as we speak! But do not kill the gunman! See if you can give him over to the police so that he may perhaps one day redeem himself."
Econ arrived at Langsley mall where bodies were strewn everywhere. In the middle of a clothing store stood a tall man with a long black coat who was somehow lifting a beautiful teenage girl with some powerful force.
"Hello, my friend!" said the man. "I am sorry, but the store is closed. Try again later when the bodies are picked up."
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Warlord
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Lord of Image Spam
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posted January 14, 2011 09:12 PM |
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Edited by Warlord at 21:12, 14 Jan 2011.
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Econ pulls out his pistol and aiming it at the mysterious man. He shoots, three times in a row.
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted January 14, 2011 10:05 PM |
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Edmund heared the priest calling out. It was not Father Aldo, it was one of the others. Undoubtably the priest had an inclination the one who live here was the one who confessed to Father Aldo every week.
But there were more pressing matters now to consider. Edmund pulled himself up by his tail and made his way outside. Clinging to the features of the cathedral, he streched his wings and jumped off. Catching an updraft on his glide down he banked away from the church.
Midway during flight, Edmund realised that he could not remember where Langsley Mall was. Landing on a nearby building, Edmund cursed his amnesia. It had been a year since his mind had returned, only just before he went berserk in a Razdunk facility. Paining his mind, Edmund tried to remember where that mall was.
After trying hard for a while, Edmund heared a police siren and decided to follow the police car.
Following the police car from the air, Edmund arrived at the mall. The police was busy surrounding the shopping-complex and setting up a cordon. Edmund sailed over the barrier and landed on the roof. Ripping open an airvent, he clawed out a hole large enough to allow him to pass through. He landed in the food-court and took a few seconds to find his bearings
Then he heard three gunshots a level higher. He jumped to the level and got down on all fours and ran in the direction the shots came from.
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Kipshasz
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted January 14, 2011 10:32 PM |
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- I'm in position- a muffled voice sounded in Vlad's earcom.
- Good. We're standing by.- Vlad and his mercenaries were waiting in an armored van.- No rush. - Vlad was wearing his old Mk-88 "Mammoth" armor. The suit's helm was missing the left tusk, which Vlad lost in the 'Supervillain war'. It held no importance, because the tusks were purely for aesthetic reasons. However Vlad was really pissed about thing. The apes of the doctor had ruined his armor.
- One shot is all I need.- Replied the voice.
Vlad observed the area. The museum housed a banquet, and several important people including the mayor of New Constantinople was one of them that attended it.
- Katia, CJ, on my go, with me. Manuel, Magnus, destroy the vehicles. Michelle, watch our backs. - The mercenaries nodded.
The guests of the banquet were leaving.
- Ok. Three... two... one!- the van's doors opened and the team rushed out, killing the security personel and their targets.
Seth was on top of a skyscraper, aiming at the mayor. Two of his guards were trying to lead him to the limo. Seth held his breath and fired. The explosive projectile hitted the mayor's right eye. His head exploded, scattering it's content around the area and the panicing guests. Vlad and the team picked off the rest of the targets, then dropped some tear gas grenades and retreated.
- As I said. One shot is all I need.- Said Seth to Vlad via earcom.
- No one doubts your skill comrade. Now get down here so we can pick you up.
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"Kip is the Gavin McInnes of HC" - Salamandre
"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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Berny-Mac
Promising
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Lord Vader
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posted January 14, 2011 11:04 PM |
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Ouroboros held out his other hand and the bullets stopped in their tracks. "Now that's not a way to say hello to someone is it?"
He flicked his hand forward again and the bullets went back at Econ.
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War-overlord
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted January 14, 2011 11:24 PM |
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Edmund found the shots came from a clothing store. He threw himself through one of the shop window. In a shower of glass shards he dug his claws into the floor and came to a skidding halt, leaving deep marks.
He stood up and walked towards the black clad man.
"Put the girl down." he growled.
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted January 15, 2011 12:48 AM |
bonus applied by Mytical on 04 Apr 2011. |
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"Are you sure it's smart to wake him, sir?"
Who's that?
"That's the only way I can put him under my control."
I know that voice...
"What if he breaks loose? Can't you just put a behaviour modification chip in his brain or something?"
That's a womans voice.
"They don't affect him, some leftovers from his ability to heal himself I'd bet."
If I could just remember who that guy is.
"But you removed his powers. Three months ago. Why would his body still affect the chip?"
If I could just open my eyes...
"I don't know. Don't ask, get me Liquid 4C."
Is he poking me with a needle? He's freakin poking me with a needle!
Suddenly he felt warmth spread to his hands and feet, he opened his eyes and bright light blinded him. Everywhere, the bright light. He screamed and tried to break free from the restraints that held him. Where the hell am I?
"Hold him still, Doctor! He'll break loose if he keeps on like this!"
"Impossible, he's stronger than me now. He has to be if he is to be of any use to me."
"Then do something, goddamnit! If he gets loose we're fvcking dead!"
Another needle, and he felt his body go numb again. Why wouldn't his eyes adjust to the light? He could feel his body now, though not move at all. Where was he? Who was he?
"Bring me light 4G, it is the first part of the hypnosis."
Hypnosis? No way I'm getting hypnotized!
A strange light, dark green sortof, lighted up above him. He tried closing his eyes, but something held them open. That light...
"He's moving into phase one."
"Of course he is, I am always right about things like this. I am the best ever to be alive, remember."
"Oh I remember, Doctor."
He heard some noise, and a new voice appeared. "Doctor. They found base 3, it is completely destroyed."
"The machines?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"At least they haven't found this one yet. We're safe for now. Once I get this one up and running everything will be much much better! You may leave."
"Yes, Do..."
Everything faded and he fell into a dreamless sleep.
"Who am I?"
"You are Eyes. I am your creator." the voice seemed soothing, friendly. He wanted to do anything for that voice.
"What am I?"
"You are my personal soldier, the best and the first of a new breed of human. Better than the rest of them."
"I am better than the rest of them. What can I do for you?"
"You will destroy the machines for me, rid the city of them and give me back what's mine."
"Machines?"
"Yes, machines. They are taking over everything, and I want back the power I used so long time to build!"
"Where did they came from?"
"Rex Mallard."
"I..."
He stopped, his mouth half-open. He knew that name, who was Rex Mallard? Admiral? A war of some sort? He shook his head. There were others he should be able to remember, but he just couldn't.
"What is my real name?"
"You have no real name."
"Tell me my real name."
"There is no need."
He looked straight at the source of the voice, but still all he could see was mostly bright light.
"What is wrong with my eyes?"
"Nightvision, better to suit a predator like yourself. This way you will be able to deal with the machines even if it's dark, you can use it to your advantage. You don't radiate body heat either, you're as cold as the room you're in. This should give you a great advantage against heat sensitive equipment!"
"And I will destroy the machines for you."
"Yes you will."
"There's this russian man playing around in my head."
"What are you talking about?"
"Blackbeard, Red Devil, Vlad. I have these voices in my head telling me the names, I feel I should remember."
"There is no need."
Oh but there is to me. he wanted to say, but instead he tilted his head slightly. "Can I have something to help me see in this light?"
"Of course. Liz, bring me the tinted goggles."
"Yes, Doctor."
That female voice again... I wanna see her, she sounds beautiful.
He were handed something, the goggles he presumed. He put them on and he could finally see again. A man, slightly old with the strangest eyes he had ever seen. The woman was indeed beautiful, asian of heritage but blessed in the chest-region. He bet the dirty old pervert had heaps of fun with her.
"Am I strong?"
"Oh, you are very very strong my dear Eyes. Like I said before, the first of a ne..."
The Doctor didn't have time to say more, as both of Eyes' hands shot forward throwing him seven meters back and slamming into the concrete floor. The woman tried putting a syringe in him, but a left backhand sent her down. She didn't move again, the Doctor did. The old man struggled to his knees.
"Don't do this, you belong to me!"
"Guess the hypnosis didn't work, or what do you say old man?"
He were on the old man, moving faster than he would have ever thought himself able to, snapping the neck like a normal man snaps a twig. He walked over to a mirror on the wall and looked in it. He were bald, had a tanned body and his body looked very musculer as he eyed himself in the mirror.
Why am I not wearing clothes... he thought, looking further down. Well, not bad. Not bad at all.
He took the white coat off of the Doctor and put it on himself, it was damn tight over his back but he guessed it would have to do. The pants were almost short tights to him, he looked absolutely horrible. But at least it was something. He looked around in the room, there were only one door out. He approached it, knocked twice and waited. It only took a minute before it was opened, a big man standing outside. Eyes punched him in the face three times, sending the man to the ground. Then he was on top of the man, his lips drawn back revealing his teeth. With every punch he delivered he let out a snarl, the rage building up within him. He didn't stop punching until he could feel the floor through the face of the man. He rose quickly, stumbling backward and looked at his hands. They were red. His torso, pants... all of him were painted red with the mans blood.
I have to get out of here...
He stumbled across the room, it seemed as if it would never end. A man came out of a door straight infront of him and seeing the bloody mess he quickly drew his gun. Unlucky for him it was a millisecond too late, and Eyes were on top of him. He tore the man apart, almost ripping his head clean off. He breathed heavily as he reached the door, opening it and finally seeing the sunlight. The streets were filled with people walking by, a few of them casting him glances but not bothering to give him any more, or offer their help.
I am free. Kane thought.
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 15, 2011 01:00 AM |
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Melony had just come here for a business trip. That's all. Perhaps it would have gone like any other if she hadn't gone into the mall, but she had had a sudden urge to grab some stuff with her company's credit card.
I told you these places were dangerous. You should li-
"-sten to me. You've told me that at least a thousand times little shadow. I know that by now." Melony had actually made it a habit to ignore Miasma's anti-social warnings, and until this point doing so had only brought more rewards then they did pain. Until now... Whoever that shooter was, he was hurting people out there. He seemed unstoppable, one of the survivors of the Supervillan War, she suspected.
Don't tell me that your actually going to try and-
"Someone has to stop him. And he does have super powers... Don't you eat those?"
Well, yes. But that still doesn't mean that I support-
"It's settled then!"
Wait, no I- Melony emerged from behind her shelter, a small shop counter in the store behind her, and began to walk towards the dark man. Blasts! At least take some kind of weapon with you please! Miasma's irritation was easily felt radiating from Melony's body. For once, she decided to listen to it and picked up the dead guard's gun, checking its clip for shots and slamming it back into place.
Melony moved cautiously towards the man, who had his back turned to her.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Warlord
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Lord of Image Spam
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posted January 15, 2011 01:59 AM |
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The bullets thudded against his chest. They would have no doubt killed had he not had his armor. Nevertheless, they hurt, and knocked him back a foot or so. He snarled, "Let the girl go!"
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The Nothingness
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posted January 15, 2011 02:17 AM |
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Kane leaned on the wall as he walked, half stumbled, down the street. Some people looked his way and kept walking, most just hurried past him. He fell to his hands and knees, feeling his eyes fill with tears and a burning in the back of his throat. He threw up, and a woman screamed. Some people stopped to watch, no one did anything to help him. He threw up again, gulping up stomach acid, then fell over on his side and gasped for air. He had a hard time breathing, his lungs weren't entirely used to this kind of air. It felt so polluted, so dirty.
"Are you alright?" a middle-aged woman walked up to him and bent down to feel his forehead but retracted her hand in shock. "You're really really cold! You need to get that bodyheat up!"
"Water..." he gasped, touching his throat.
She looked at him and nodded, searched a little in her over-sized purse and found a waterbottle. He accepted it and emptied it easily, then leaned his head backward taking a deep breath.
"Better?" she asked, looking slightly concerned.
"Much better." he answered, staggering to his knees again. Forcing himself to his legs, her aiding him by holding his arm.
"You must be starving, why don't I take you somewhere to eat?" she said.
He looked at her, taking in what he saw. She must be nearing her forties, though she was still goodlooking. Slim figure and ebony skin. "That'd be ... nice." he answered, not really sure how to react.
"There's a neat little café not too far away from here, come on." she started walking, and he managed to keep up with her.
"So what's your name?" she asked, looking over at him. The coat open, showing a ripped body. His tight pants not really leaving much to the imagination. Yet he didn't seem to understand the reason she had come over to him.
"Don't really know." he said.
"What's happened to you to put you in this condition?" she asked, and he looked over at her. "It's not your blood, I can tell as much. I'm a nurse. So what is it that has happened."
"I'm not really sure." Kane murmured, touching his forehead.
She went left and opened the door to the café. "We're here."
She found them a table and went to order for the both of them, in just a couple of minutes she was back with two plates. She had just a little snack, while his was filled with all kinds of food. Lots of it too! He frowned, looking up at her.
"Why are you doing this for me? Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked her, confused.
"Do a woman need a reason to be nice to a stranger?" she asked, then smiled and looked in his eyes. "Come on, sweetheart. Have you ever looked at yourself? You're damn handsome!"
"And then you decide to ... feed me." Kane said, a corky smile appearing on his face. "Well, I ain't complaining."
They kept chatting a bit, he kept eating, and she told alot about herself. She was thirtyeight, had two kids and was a nurse. She had a small apartment and was a single-mom, her husband leaving her five years back. Just when she were about to tell him about her childhood three machines entered the door, all three carrying guns.
"Look, I already paid for this month!" the person behind the counter said, though it didn't seem to please the machines.
"I feel I have to do something." Kane murmured. "Like it's my responsibility."
"What? No, you can't do anything! No one can! You'll just end up getting yourself killed!" the woman hissed to him.
He ignored her, raising slowly. The robots were all with their back to him, but he guessed they could sense him if he got too close. Therefor he decided to go quick at once, which turned out to be quicker than last time. He were on them before he even realized himself, crashing into them and sending all four through the counter. He landed on top, luckily, and threw one out through the window into a car. Another one tried pointing its gun at him, but without much luck as he tore it apart as if it were made of sticks. Once again his lips drew back, as if a feral beast had waken up inside of him. The third one didn't give much resistance either, it had lost its gun and without it there was nothing much that could be done against the superior strength of the human.
He rose, the café was dead quiet.
"What?" he said, looking around, meeting the womans eyes.
"I guess you're a superhero." the woman whispered to him.
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 15, 2011 02:43 AM |
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Melony had gotten to within five feet of the man without him detecting her, Miasma and her stealth accounted for that. Actually, It was surprising that he hadn't noticed that the girl was almost on the ground as his powers were weakened.
She held out the gun as she had been instructed, aiming it at the back of the man's head. Now, just don't be stupid and annou- Miasma began to caution her.
"Let her go!" Melony cried out.
Why did I think that attaching myself to you would ever be a good I idea I'll never know...
As the man turned towards Melony, just now realizing that she was there, Miasma fell silent. Run. It commanded.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Warlord
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Lord of Image Spam
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posted January 15, 2011 02:47 AM |
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Econ quickly picked up his pistol and raised it again. One way or another, that guy surely couldn't hold against three people, right?
((Why is Berny never here?!))
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Berny-Mac
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Lord Vader
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posted January 15, 2011 04:22 AM |
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What is this...weakness? Ouroboros thought. He sniffed the air carefully and sensed that it was the woman. It is emanating from her, but it is not her.
"Why do you interfere with business that is not your own?" he replied. "She will not come to much harm. At least not too much if you leave us be."
Three of them. Only three. I can take them...but it is not necessary.
He slowed time down so that he would be able to draw the gun to her head in a fraction of a second. "Now let us go our way before I have to kill her. And once I've killed her, what stops me from moving on?"
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 15, 2011 04:41 AM |
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"Are you immune to bullets or something?" Melony asked, horrified. "I shot you... twice! When you were moving so slowly to put your gun against her head... No... Wait. The bullets almost stopped after..."
RUN D@MN YOU! Miasma screamed inside her head. And so Melony did.
But it was not away from the man. Nor was it straight at him. Instead, she ran so that she would come within four feet of him, just out of his reach, and stop by the other man with the gun.
As she ran past Ouroboros(She doesn't know who he is yet, this is only for clarification), Melony fired five shots at his knees.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Lord Vader
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posted January 15, 2011 04:47 AM |
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Ouroboros slowed the bullets down so that they would just lose momentum and harmlessly fall against his black leather boots.
"Nice try." he said. "My turn."
He shot one of the bullets back at Melony, slow enough to not kill her, but fast enough to knock her unconscious.
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 15, 2011 05:12 AM |
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Melony spun once as the bullet smashed into her shoulder. The pain caused darkness to spin over her eyes and engulf her mind.
Miasma awoke. Instantly, it pulled shadows and darkness from the beings and object around it to wreath its host in a protective darkness. Miasma felt the limits of its body, cracking its neck to awaken its long dormant senses. The power emanating from the man in black drew its gaze like a moth to the flame. Raw power like that could only belong to the other...
"Hello again." It hissed from Melony's mouth. "Do you remember me? I remember you. Since the moment I laid my eyes on you, I remembered you.You killed five of the humans I was feasting on, forcing me to find a host. No, wait."
It stood up, completely erect. "You killed six of them that day. My creators. Do you remember them? Because WE most certainly remember you."
Miasma turned up the power it was draining, taking even more than before. It knew that It could never take all of this man's power. Not even if there were three of it. But Miasma might as well gorge itself while it could. Especially if this was to be its last meal.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
-Ghost destroying Fred
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Ouroboros recognized it, but he could not recall where from. Suddenly he felt extremely weak. He had to let the girl go. She fell onto the ground and crawled away to a secluded corner.
Ouroboros summoned all of his strength and then yelled, "GO AWAY!"
Melony then instantly dissipated. She reappeared in a random cafe with a strange man in a coat surrounded by broken machines.
Ouroboros instantly felt his energy return, though it was a slow process. He telekinetically summoned Lisa back next to him and then said to the remaining two, "Now where were we?"
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Skyrim RP? YES!
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