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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 2, 2012 19:48:11 GMT -8
"...You're weird." Cupid replied, in childish bluntness. She then shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Weirdie."
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Post by JW% on Jul 5, 2012 22:54:32 GMT -8
((Still waiting on Inferno Witch's reaction to somebody taking the 'bullet' for her...))
~~~~~~~~Pool side
"Bah!" Starscream said bouncing a few times on his heels. Finally his jetboots kicked in, and after a sputter and cough, they actually started acting like they should, lifting him upwards until he was hovering in the air. "Your simple child mind can not grasp the subtly of my tactical genius. But no matter, when my name is spoken in hushed tones as I become the scourge of this city, you'll remember this moment as the day you witnessed my greatness and lived to tell about it."
He shifted a little in the air, as if getting ready to launch skyward again and make his escape.
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on Jul 7, 2012 21:43:18 GMT -8
Annie couldn't move, she'd forgotten how much energy she'd put into that lightning bolt, and when the hooka charged up. That's when Bright Knight was hit.
She froze for a moment. Stupefied. She had just saved her. She had taken a hit for her. Her, the most worthless hero of them all, the one that made a mockery of everything that they were. She'd killed people, a lot of people. She manipulated them, lied, just to meet her ends...
And here Bright Knight, poor Bright Knight, a kind and compassionate person... had just taken a fucking bullet for the most ungrateful bitch in the universe. Her fists tightened. She quickly helped the heroine up, and then stopped, when the Rector entered.
She looked up at the hulking monstrosity, wondering if he had started this cult willingly or was the pawn of something else.
She immediately looked back at the hostages, she was worthless at this point, at any time she could wear out and become a hindrance.
She'd get these people out first. She looked right at the people and spoke.
"We're getting you out of here, but I need you to follow me and do as I say," said Annie.
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jul 8, 2012 7:18:18 GMT -8
"Thank you," said the Bright Knight as Inferno Witch helped her to her feet. She would be all right. She'd once been kicked in the chest by a horse, which felt about the same as this, and she'd been fine then. And she wasn't even wearing armor then. She turned to see what Inferno Witch was staring at.
"God save us all," she whispered.
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Post by JW% on Jul 8, 2012 16:24:06 GMT -8
"Yeah, we'll follow." "Just don't let them hurt us." "They were going to stick needles in us, said it would show us the way..." "I can't believe we're being saved by a witch and a vampire." "Just like I dreamed..."
All the captives started trying to talk at once, but it seemed clear enough they would follow Inferno Witch, or anyone else, who would get them away from these homeless turned cultists.
DarkSon glared at the newly revealed Rector, wanting very much to confront this large threat. But in order to get the hostages out, they'd need to backtrack, which meant getting past Creeper. Or more importantly, getting past the three mutates who were closing in on Creeper, as he bellowed defiance and tried to come to Bright Knights aid. The one with the television helmet and bleeding face came at Creeper with a sledge hammer, smashing Creepers scavenged weapon aside. That left the one with the tire iron, and the one wearing a parts of trash cans who seemed to have found a fire axe to swing.
((Fighting check for Creeper vs TVhead: Success, attack parried. Material strength check for the wooden debris: Failure))
"Clearing a path." DarkSon told Inferno Witch and Bright Knight, as if trying to explain himself in as few words as possible. Then he launched himself forward, his body lifting in defiance of gravity as his flight powers took over, and hurled him in a violent flapping of his red robes.
The tackle hit the mutate about to swing his fireman axe into the back of Creepers neck. Both the armored mutate and DarkSon continued on, plowing into a pile of debris that held one body already. As his gauntleted hands closed about his prey DarkSon surrendered momentarily to the curse placed on him. His bloodlust flared, and the glowing red of his eyes dimmed, while dark wisps and phantasms started first to curl off his gauntlets, and then his whole body. The mutate struggled frantically, trying to bring the axe into play, but didn't have the leverage.
((Fighting check for DarkSon, plus air combat bonus: Success. Damage inflicted strength, minus mutates armor, plus DarkSon's drain attack. Trashbin is out of the fight.))
Creeper, the nearest hero now to DarkSon, had his own problems to worry about. The sledge hammer wielding mutate was trying to wind up for another swing, while the tire iron came at him. He'd already tried to parry one blow, leaving himself open as the hard metal slammed into his armor covered ribs. He was not an expert fighter, and he was already straining the benefits his suit provided just to hold the ground he was holding. His ground... and his chunk of rebar.
((Fighting check on Creeper, with penalty for already parrying once: Failure. Creeper takes Mutates strength, plus bonus for the material strength of the tire iron, minus Creepers armor... let's say 6 hitpoints for that blow to the side.))
"Such violence, brought by the nonbelievers..." The Rector seemed to half mumble to himself, and half orate to the whole room. "The true path does not need such violence. One who embraces the change, their words are all the power they need. My words are power. You will sleep... SLEEP."
The Word of Command came from him like a rumbling avalanche as he poured his mutated brains psychic power into it. The whole room felt a wave of lethargy wash over them, making their limbs heavy, their eyes unfocus, their minds drift...
((Pscyhe check: because it's spread over the whole room, the attack is only Excellent class. Anyone with 20 or below Psyche falls victim to it, everyone else can shrug it off. Alternately, if you're going to fail your psyche check, you can try to convince everyone you deserve a bonus to a circumstances(a recent gunshot deafened you and you couldn't hear the command or something like that), or pay from your Karma pool(21 karma will cover it) to boost your psyche to above 20 for this one turn. The main important thing here is that he just incapacitated all of the hostages who were going to make a run for it. They're all asleep now, and will be either until they get a good nights rest, or some one wakes them up.))
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 9, 2012 5:54:04 GMT -8
Creeper double-over, tumbling and hitting the ground for a moment, bruised and broken, and rolled.
He rolled, and then stood up, rolling forward once more, and attempting to swing a pipe, aiming for tv-head. He swung with the pipe, and if it landed a blow, would attempting to spear him through the skull on the sharpened end.
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jul 9, 2012 8:28:40 GMT -8
The Bright Knight suddenly felt very tired. She knew somehow that this was not natural, that it was yet more magic, but she couldn't bring herself to care right now. She could fight it soon. Maybe if she just closed her eyes for a minute...
She promptly tipped over and fell asleep on Inferno Witch's shoulder.
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Post by JW% on Jul 9, 2012 18:19:07 GMT -8
The swing came at the bloody faced mutate hard and fast, and there was a loud crack as the rebar(pipe?) struck the side of the television on the brutes head. The plastic case cracked and broke under the impact, sending small chips flying, and causing the mutate to stagger to the side, his battered and apparently duct taped together sledge hammer, perhaps lost from some construction site, went low, even though he held it with both hands. If one could call those cloven appendages still hands.
Behind his metallic mask, the Creeper may have smiled as he prepared to make a second strike, spearing the larger once man through the forehead with the jagged sharp end of his makeshift weapon. Certainly a fatal blow, and one he should be able to perform, after all his opponent had left himself open with the head strike...
(Creeper Fighting check: success. Damage equals strength(15) plus bonus for weapons material strength(10) minus TVheads armor(6).)
Too open. Creeper didn't realize he was being positioned until the sledge hammer swung up at him like a cricket mallet, connecting solidly with his armored form, and certainly breaking the concentration Creeper needed to follow up with his effort to skewer through the blocky, and now mostly destroyed, helmet.
(Creeper Fighting check, with penalties for a harder target and already having made attacks this turn: failure. Damage equal to mutates strength(26) plus bonus for weapons material strength(10), minus Creepers armor... which we never solidly defined but I'd put at 30.)
And a second blow came at him from behind. The tire iron wielding tire wearing mutate swung again, and connected again. The blow was not highly skilled, but neither was Creeper in any position to avoid a second blow he didn't even see coming that struck almost at the exact same time as the first.
(Same calculations as before(though TireIron has more skill with his weapon so gets an additional bonus to his Fighting check to hit). Creeper is down 18 of his 80 hitpoints)
"You're words do not seem to be working." The voice was almost a soft whisper. Behind the Rector was a slight figure, like that of a young child. It's large head and wide eyes with short limbs further accentuated it's childlikeness. The pale skin and bald head however showed otherwise, along with the silverish jumpsuit. Though difficult to make out, this creature had only a small, almost vestigile, slit of a mouth, and instead of a nose on it's flat face two slit nostrils below it's large almond shaped eyes that seemed to be pure reflective black with no white or colored iris. "Those minds, so clouded by madness, more powerful words than yours are needed to reach them. You sought to swell the ranks of your chapter to quickly. And now you have met an obstacle on the path to enlightenment."
"Perhaps... some..." The Rector raised his plasma weapon, which still looked like some kind of hooka with a bayonet holding a cross between toxic vapors and a lightning bolt within it's blown glass depths, but he did not fire it. There were three targets to choose from, and from appearances his four guards, now down to two, would not be able to hold out.
"AWAKEN!"
Bright Knight had been traveling. Through a strange land, with strange, and often dark, people in it. Then she had found a small parish. The monks here took in the destitute, the peasants who suffered from a poor harvest and high taxes. Here they were given food in exchange for a sermon. Speeches to instill hope that hard work would lead to a better life.
Then... she'd been dreaming. She'd fallen asleep, somehow. Maybe she had been struck in combat, as she wore her armor, and her weapon was still by her side, nearly in her hand. She certainly hurt as if she'd been hit by something.
Now she saw she was in the small brick church, but it was in ruins. Debris from the furniture and the peasants were strewn about the room, laying on the cold floor, some of them badly injured. Beside her stood a woman in black, with an unmistakable aura of witchcraft. Further on she saw the priest, clutching a holy symbol as if desperate to ward off the invaders with faith alone. And then the bodies of the monks, armored in a shoddy patchwork of rusty ill kept and mismatched bits, as they tried to defend the parish and the injured peasants within. Two still stood, trading blows with a dark knight in armor that looked wrought by the devil himself, demonic sigils carved into the metal and a crackling malevolent energy empowering him. Still further on one of the monks had fallen, and a creature of darkness, a vampire, rose up from the mans still body, wiping the life blood of the dead monk from his fangs sloppily and then moved to the last two standing monks who were locked in combat with the dark knight.
"Help us paladin.... save us..." the Priest pleaded to her. He looked so big in his robes, but sickly beneath them so she couldn't be sure if he could fight or not. A child peeked out from behind him, eyes wide in horror. "Please... help us."
((Sorry for being mean to Bright Knight here, even I feel like I'm picking on her now, and I vote we give a karma bonus for her being a good sport through this. All in favor?))
((The illusion placed on Bright Knight is purely psychic, nobody but her can see it or even knows she's under it(though the Rector awakening her is probably a tip that he's done something to her). At the moment it would take a psyche of 30 to pierce the illusion, but if the illusion tries to make her do something against her nature(harming the innocent comes to mind), or given time to think about it, both of those are cumulative -10 circumstance penalties to the illusions strength.))
((I forget what round we're up to. Can't be more than three or four, which means you've almost been in this fight for a full minute. Order of initative: "The Holy One"(who will delay his action and may not even take one), Inferno Witch, Creeper, the Rector, Bright Knight, DarkSon, TireIron, TVHead, Creeper 2, Rector 2, Bright Knight 2, DarkSon 2, TireIrons 2, TVHeads 2))
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 10, 2012 3:14:34 GMT -8
Creeper could only watch, through the facade of his helmet, as the hammer swung up, connecting with the underside of his helmet. It was a clear shot, a perfect arc.
He felt his lip go into his mouth, his teeth bite down onto it, and the oh-so delicious metallic taste. He collapsed back a bit, nauseated, confused. He threw up in his helmet, only to be hit over the back of the head by another Mutant with a pipe.
He dropped, the emergency lights of his helmet, and the connecting HUD flashing, as he hit the ground. He was in a low kneel, crouching over.
His helmet was battered, worn, requiring major repairs. He'd have to do that later, but for now, he had to worry about the fact he had just swallowed some teeth, and spat others up. There was a wet patch at the back of his head, and maybe in his pants.
He deactivated his helmet. It was no use now. The platelets of his face fell apart, recoiling back into the structure at his spine.
Now in the open, he threw up, vomit coming from his helmet holes a bit. He held his armoured stomach, and breathed deep.
He stood up, staggering. He was wavering, swinging in arcs and punching in the air. He stumbled, kicking his legs out, before he hit the wall and sliding down it. He threw up, blood and vomit, and sat down.
He was open for a shot, easily.
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on Jul 11, 2012 10:57:16 GMT -8
((Definetly in favor of this. I give full approval for giving Karma to Bright Knight))
Inferno Witch looked down at Bright Knight who had awakened at the command of the Rector. At first, she was happy, but then a split second later, she realized that their enemy, who'd just commanded her to sleep, had just woken her up again.
Why?
This was a being who had been using psychic powers to make them fall asleep and awaken once more, and judging by the little gray man in the back, it was alien based. This whole damn cult was based around mind control, in fact, though it seemed as though the final stages required some sort of serum to finish it.
"Bright Knight?" Infeno Witch backed up a bit. "Bright Knight; are you okay?"
She couldn't fight Bright Knight. She was pretty sure any incapitation spell she had could easily be countered by the Rector and Cryptosporidium. She might be a good fighter, but she was nowhere near Bright Knights strength, she'd get incapitated immediately. So the clearest choice of action was to somehow disable the Rector and therefore disable whatever control is over Bright Knight. If that was the case.
"Bright Knight, can you hear me?"
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jul 11, 2012 18:39:23 GMT -8
The Bright Knight stepped forward. Was she afraid? Yes, she was afraid. Deathly so. But it was of little consequence. She was no longer a peasant turned stable boy. She was a knight. This was what she was made for.
"Halt," she said, and her voice was deep and carrying in the ruined temple. She loosened her sword in its sheath and approached the dark knight. "What quarrel have you and your heathen crowd with these people? Call them off, or I shall strike you all down."
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The Bright Knight didn't seem to hear Inferno Witch. She shuffled blindly towards the Rector, mumbling to herself.
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Post by JW% on Jul 11, 2012 22:33:50 GMT -8
Creeper looked pretty badly off, and with the removal of his helmet, whatever help his suit gave his mind was now shut off. And at least one of the mutates had been hurt by him badly enough that it wasn't thinking about tactical targets, it was just wanting to smash the guy who had slashed it's face, broken it's helmet, and nearly skewered it's head.
That was when Bright Knight, ignoring Inferno Witch, shuffled forward, loosening her sword in it's sheath as she approached Creeper. "Halt," she muttered, her voice deep and carrying very poorly in the storm drain tunnel, unlike how she heard it in her own mind. "What quarrel have you and your heathen crowd with these people? Call them off, or I shall strike you all down."
That was enough to give them pause, confused as to what the second armored one was on about. The two mutates glanced over at the Rector, who nodded to them. They then formed up beside her, ready to go three against one on Creeper. That formation didn't last very long. The vampire flew into one of the monks, grabbing him by the shoulder. He fought back, but the unholy beast was stronger and faster, throwing the poorly armored man away from the Dark Knight who leaned against the wall.
"Must I feast on you as well?" The vampire taunted, blood pouring from his lips as he seemed to grow larger. Darkson levitated himself, using his darkness to make it appear that he was growing larger.
((Strength check to throw TireIron away: success. Charisma check for 'Presence attack'. Results, after all quantifiers, are relatively even, so while DarkSon looks terrifying, neither Mutate nor Bright Knight is going to break away in fright. Also, the blood on his mouth is part of the Bright Knights illusion, he's not actually bloody.))
"Now, witch, your blasphemy will end with holy light." The Rector pointed and fired his plasma weapon at Inferno Witch.
((Agility check: it hits. Inferno Witch takes 20 damage. I'll let you write her reactions however. Sorry for being lazy on this.))
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on Jul 12, 2012 5:59:12 GMT -8
Annie let out a cry as she felt an excruciating burning sensation at her side. She looked at her side to see burnt flesh exposed, the putrid air made contact with the burnt flesh, and Inferno Witch hissed.
She couldn't take another hit like that. This was bad, really, really bad. She was in a tight situation here, Bright Knight's being controlled by this Rector, Creeper looks as though he's about to die, and she doubted that DarkSon would last long either.
She looked at Creeper, and threw him the revolver she'd confiscated. She was going to have to use "it".
"Blasphemous?" She gave bitter laughter. "I may have done horrible things in the past with these powers. But I did them out of good intentions. You? You and short cake over there kidnap homeless people and make them into your slaves, you take advantage of the weak without any remorse. You claim to "show them the way", and that afterwards, they follow you willingly. Heh, if we were to take out your drugs and your control over them, would they still feel the same way? No. No they wouldn't. You use powers that could be used for the benefit of man kind to kidnap and brainwash homeless people."
Inferno Witch's eyes burnt brightly, turning to a firey orange and glowing as though they were lanterns. She then started to transfer her soul into a spark, a spark that immediately went off when Annie's hand whipped in the direction of the Rector with sudden speed. A redish flame with black ends, Hellfire, came out and snaked it's way swiftly towards the Rector. Immediately she moved to change her position, she was going to make herself a moving target for the Rector.
((If it hits, it should explode and catch him on fire. Right now, Annie looses 5 health and 5 endurance.))
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 12, 2012 10:03:48 GMT -8
Creeper groaned, an effort to grab at the revolver as it came at his direction.
He grasped the handle, and tugged it along, before he finally got it into his hand. It was clunky, especially with his armored hands on. He deactivated his gauntlets, allowing him to hold the revolvers better.
He leaned against the wall, one pale, tattooed hand, covered in bone fragments, blood and spittle, holding onto the wall for support.
He raised the revolver, it was hard-ish. One handed, any gun was semi-heavy, but something like a revolver wasn't really streamlined like a normal pistol.
He slapped against the wall with his back, using it for support, as he under-handed the grip of the revolver and took aim. His vision was blurry, blood-shot eyes took a moment to register where the man was.
He fired.
And hopefully, it would hit the Rector. Maybe, even with the help of Annie's abilities, distract him enough in that he'd be shot. He wasn't sure.
But oddly enough, now he was grinning. He began to rock back and forth on his heels, his hands shaking, a manic giggle.
He pulled the hammer back, and began to jiggle-walk towards one of the remaining mutants,, his blood-shot eyes alight, his own fingers pulling away the flesh of his broken face.
A large segment of flesh that hung from his face from a wound was being made larger as he pulled the flesh and put it in his own mouth, tonguing it, before he aimed his revolver, one-handed, putting weight down on his other-side as he fired at TVHEAD.
"SURPRISE!" Creeper yelled, blood seeping and vomit frothing at his mouth, loose flesh hanging in his mouth. If one paid attention, they could see Creeper rubbing blood on his crotch as he approach TVHEAD.
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jul 12, 2012 20:02:34 GMT -8
The Bright Knight turned to the vampire. "You first," she said, drawing her sword. Then there was a flash behind her.
She turned on the spot, stupidly facing away from the vampire, as a blast of holy fire nearly knocked the witch off her feet, doubling her over. She gave a small smile. She was about to turn back to the vampire when she heard the witch laugh. She spoke then of good intentions and terrible deeds, of kidnapping and drugging. For only an instant, the Bright Knight faltered. What did she mean? But she turned to the vampire again, and his fangs were covered in innocent blood. This came from no good intention. This came from Lucifer himself. As the dark knight shot a blast of black fire at one of the monks, she charged the vampire.
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Post by JW% on Jul 14, 2012 15:31:11 GMT -8
((Sorry, been busy, will be busy for the next week from the looks of it.))
"They came to us willingleeeeeeEEEEIIIII!!!!" The Rector started to say as the unholy flames caught him even as he tried to dodge. The red flame, with a black aura that so very much matched DarkSon's control of shadow flared around him with searing heat. A glancing blow perhaps, but enough that his robes ignited and the scent of burning flesh filled the tunnel. Not to mention the debris around him ignited almost spontanously at the sudden burst of heat.
((Rector is caught in flames, suffers damage equal to being inside a burning building while it collapses on you. He will continue to burn, adding in the shot Creeper took at him pass out from the trauma by the next turn, and if the fire isn't put out, die a turn after that.))
A second blast from the plasma gun narrowly missed Inferno Witch, instead striking the ground just behind where she stood. Or rather, the hostage who had been put to sleep and fallen on the ground behind her. The young man awakened screaming, his body going into spasms as he was electricuted. The screams started to awaken those around him as well.
((Rectors agility check vs Inferno Witch, plus penalty for being set on fire, failure. Damage to civilian: 20 points. The average civilian has 24 maximum hitpoints.))
Bright Knight was ignoring the Dark Knight of her illusion, Creeper of everyone elses reality, as he divested himself of his armor in order to free his hand to get the gun. Otherwise she would have seen that beneath the armor was an even more horrifying visage, a bloody corpse, some sort of lurching ghoul, within the armor. He fired his first shot, and between the sudden burst of flame, the moving target, and just now grabbing the gun out of the air, it was hard to tell if the shot hit or not.
((Damage was calculated above.))
He gave an unholy giggle that promised desecration of the monks bodies and souls has he pulled the flesh from face to chew on. Blood and vomit leaked down his chest as he took aim, his hands much less clumsy now that he had surrendered the benefits of his armored form.
((Creeper just gave himself another 4 points of injury, and surrendered 20 points of health by removing his armor. If you're trying to kill yourself, you're succeeding. You're also succeeding at providing a bonus to intimidation better than DarkSon managed.))
The mutate with half a broken television set for a helmet held his sledge hammer, and his ground, as Creeper came at him. The first shot did what Creeper had been trying to do to this not quite man throughout the entire battle. It drove through the open 'screen' of the helmet, and punched out the back of the figures skull and helmet. Blood poured from the head wound as the mutate toppled forward to his knees, and then completely to the ground.
((Agility check: Critical success. TVhead is out of the fight. Also may be the first fatality of the fight.))
((Yes, technically I should say that Inferno Witch throwing the gun to Creeper was her one action for the turn, and him catching it was his one action, but I'm giving some leeway on that and letting it happen. I'm also letting Creeper have three(four if you count successfully catching the gun) actions this turn, which I probably shouldn't. Yes, his current agility warrants it, but his agility at the start of the turn was lower than his agility now that he's un-armored himself.))
Bright Knight charged the vampire as she heard the priest scream and the last monk fall. She was fast, but she was facing an opponent who broke the laws of physics, moving his body without need, or even care, of weight distribution or stance. It was disconcerting, and between the darkness and the flowing clothing it was impossible to lay a hand on him. Even as he continued to taunt her.
"Ah, little paladin, why do you fight me?" His voice seemed to ring with laughter in her ears as he fell back like a shadow from a candle. "You're just like me, and you'll never succeed. Why not just stop all this foolishness?"
((DarkSon surrenders his second move and any positional advantage to give himself a stacked bonus to his dodging. Bright Knight's charge doesn't touch him.))
As the Rector watched the flames travel up his body, covering him completely in their holocaustic agony, enough that he dropped his plasma weapon, he looked to 'the Holy One'. The small childlike creature who was a messenger of the change, who had come to see how this chapter of the Lost was progressing. The Sectoid that he saw as an angelic figure simply looked back at him with wide eyes for a moment, and then fled back behind the curtain and down that side tunnel.
Burning devotion filled the Rectors eyes, even as they were blinded by the scalding pain. He knew what had to be done. This would be his greatest test...
((Yes, the "Holy One" is an alien called a 'Sectoid'. Any space travel or alien fighting heroes would know that, but none of you are. DarkSon in particular is confused. He was expecting some sort of occult temple sacrificing blood to elder gods, not mind controlling aliens trying to built an army with mutating serums.))
((Not sure it's worth listing order of actions. Some were removed, some people(the hostages) are back in the queue, and Creeper gets a third action for his Remarkable class Agility, but it's mostly the same as before, and we're kinda wrapping up the fight.))
((Weigh in on the karma rewards/penalties discussion in the OOC please. Even if you're not part of this fight, it would be nice to see someone like Warrior of Light giving thoughts on the matter.))
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 14, 2012 18:42:20 GMT -8
((Still waiting on Inferno Witch's reaction to somebody taking the 'bullet' for her...)) ~~~~~~~~Pool side "Bah!" Starscream said bouncing a few times on his heels. Finally his jetboots kicked in, and after a sputter and cough, they actually started acting like they should, lifting him upwards until he was hovering in the air. "Your simple child mind can not grasp the subtly of my tactical genius. But no matter, when my name is spoken in hushed tones as I become the scourge of this city, you'll remember this moment as the day you witnessed my greatness and lived to tell about it." He shifted a little in the air, as if getting ready to launch skyward again and make his escape. Cupid sighed. "You really are weird. And slightly stupid." Starscream would mostly see her arm moving... probably too fast for her body, spinning around as, suddenly, a rod was in her hand. It was small, white, with a crystal heart on top and feathery wings on either side. "The name is Cupid! I stand for innocence, love, and youth, and I'm here to right wrongs and triumph over idiotic robots! And you're gonna get it!" She pointed the scepter at him after her cute little speech. "Aphrodite heart beam!" A cluster of arrows- with heart-shaped tips- flew out of the gem then and straight at Starscream.
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jul 15, 2012 20:37:33 GMT -8
((If the Rector is dying and the "Holy One" ran away, is Bright Knight still being mind-controlled?))
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Post by JW% on Jul 15, 2012 22:16:05 GMT -8
((Yeah, you're still mind controlled until you either break out of it, or he actually passes out, whichever comes first.))
((I'll have Starscream throw some grenades in a moment, I'm sorry I'm busy tonight.))
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 16, 2012 1:44:28 GMT -8
((Creeper is an odd chap like that. I kinda' should edit his profile, make it a thing about him 'snapping', and at the cost of self-harm or something. I dunno, it's weird. probably just an IC thing to his disadvantage and advantage.))
The Creeper stumbled towards the now dead Mutant, and jabbed at him with his foot, carefully at that.
Then he held his arms out wide, and leaned down low, "It's okay, It's okay..."
He stroked the Mutant's head, before placing another round in his skull for conformation. He turned to the little boy. Alien...
Thing?
And then to Bright Knight. His vision was fucking up on him, clouded with blood, he was stumbling over his own legs. It was a miracle he was alive at this point really. If not for his armor, his organs would probably be mashed potatoes. Shit, they probably were and he was currently running off adrenaline.
He stumbled after Bright Knight.
"Bright Knight, Bright Knight!" Creeper yelled, having to catch her on the shoulder as he stumbled, his pained face looking her in the eyes, attempting to place a hand on one side of her face, and his hand carrying the revolver on her shoulder, in an attempt to get to stop her walking.
"Bright Knight! Snap out of it, Bright Knight!"
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jul 16, 2012 9:49:50 GMT -8
The Bright Knight whirled around, facing her dark counterpart. "How dare you," she growled.
She was overwhelmed. The monks lay dead about her, and the priest was dying. The chapel was in ruins, the people cowering before the Dark Knight. She alone was able to defend them, but what could she do? Should she attack the Dark Knight, or try and save the priest? How could she do that when there was no water? Only a miracle would save him now.
A miracle... Or magic.
In an instant, she was holding the Dark Knight from behind, her sword to his throat. "Heal the priest, or he dies!" she shouted at the witch.
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Post by JW% on Jul 16, 2012 17:56:00 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~Pool side
Starscream hovered above the edge of the pool, getting ready to launch himself to freedom as Cupid drew her scepter from whatever limbo realm it had been in. He stood there on pillars of flame as she made her declaration. And almost burst out laughing.
The beam from the scepter shut him up. The blast struck him square in the 'cockpit'(which fortunately was on his chest, not lower as you would expect it to be), with heart shaped arrows of light hitting him across the chest and shoulders and even one thunking into his forehead. The force of the blast threw him backwards, and put him off his balance as his feet went out from under him and his thrusters angled the wrong way.
There was a splash as he landed back in the pool.
For a moment Cupid could savor her victory over the forces of stupid. Then the pool started boiling.
"So the 'average kid' wants to play it that way, does she?" He said, pulling himself up out of the water. His thrusters and the weapons on his forearms were all glowing, their heat being lost in the water and a cloud of steam starting to rise that obscured him.
The last thing Cupid managed to make out was that on his armors shoulders and chest, flanking the false 'cockpit', a collection of pods snapped open. Within the pods were numerous little cylinders, like cigerettes in a pack.
"Cluster bomb launch!"
A dozen or more of those little grey cylinders suddenly launched, some of them flying right at Cupid, some of them, wet and not quite properly functioning, spiraling out of control. Each of the pencil sized missiles gave a whistling sound like "wheeee!" as they flew, celebrating their release from confinement. Of those that lost control some regained it and adjusted to target Cupid once more, while others simply and chaotically went off on their own tangent to strike and explode, shattering the deck furniture around the poolside.
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((OOC discussion still in progress on if Creeper is going to have to live without karma for a bit. And technically Inferno Witch can over ride this, since she should get the first move on you guys.))
The Rector continued to burn from the unholy fire. He'd stopped screaming, for the moment, if only because his lung had rather quickly run out of air. He still staggered about in searing pain, lighting debris afire at his touch.
"What's going on?"
"I'm scared."
"Why'd I get so sleepy all of a sudden?"
The hostages were starting to come around after all the screaming. One of them was, like many of the normal humans that had engaged in battle with the heroes, trying to crawl out of the way. His clothing smoked, and his body every so often twitched from the energy bolt that had nearly killed him. A trail of bodily fluids marked how far he had managed to crawl.
As Bright Knight turned away from him and put her sword up against the throat of Creeper, DarkSon sighed. He'd been trying to keep the fight away from Creeper, who was obviously wounded, and mentally disturbed. Even better if Bright Knight was under some kind of illusion that tainted her perceptions of what was going on around her, that she focus her attack on someone who could withstand it. As it was now, DarkSon was afraid he'd have to save Creeper again, and the silver haired man wasn't sure he wanted to try to drain Bright Knight into submission.
Of course, in her mind, Bright Knight's sword was now at the throat of a ghoul, clearly a soulless killer from his recent actions, who may not even have been alive in the first place, but animated by the witches magicks. Or possibly the vampires. Or... really she didn't know anything about this dark trio. It was questionable if the armored ghoul would make a suitable hostage... but it seemed to keep the vampire creature from attacking her, so perhaps it would save some lives.
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 16, 2012 21:25:13 GMT -8
Creeper held the revolver in one-hand, his pained body struggling to keep in-step and out of the cutting range of Bright Knight's sword.
He had pulled the hammer back on his revolver.
"Bright Knight," Creeper said, a pained look on his face, his ever-present smile beating down on the girl, "Let go."
If one would of noticed, Creeper didn't appear afraid. In-fact, he was confident. He couldn't stand, nor maintain a proper breathing, but he was grinning, his yellow, missing teeth, mutilated inner-mouth were all on display.
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Post by Prime Spinosaur on Jul 22, 2012 6:47:32 GMT -8
The Bright Knight whirled around, facing her dark counterpart. "How dare you," she growled.
She was overwhelmed. The monks lay dead about her, and the priest was dying. The chapel was in ruins, the people cowering before the Dark Knight. She alone was able to defend them, but what could she do? Should she attack the Dark Knight, or try and save the priest? How could she do that when there was no water? Only a miracle would save him now.
A miracle... Or magic.
In an instant, she was holding the Dark Knight from behind, her sword to his throat. "Heal the priest, or he dies!" she shouted at the witch. When Annie heard the gunshot, he heart nearly stopped altogether. She turned to look at TV Head, who had fallen down, a hole through the television screen where Creeper had shot him in the head. Oh god no... He was dead. Someone had been killed. And it was her fault, she'd...she'd given the gun to Creeper, she couldn't just blame it on Creeper, she'd given it to him so that he could defend himself. Oh god. No. That man wasn't in anyway evil, he'd been a victim of circumstances that had lead him to be brainwashed and possibly mutated into that thing. And she'd fucking killed him. I...I haven't changed at all...have I?Annie's head turned towards Bright Knight who had an almost dead Creeper at the throat. "Dammit, Bright Knight," she growled, frustrated at herself. Just a little more and the rector would pass out, she'd put out the flames and try to deal with Bright Knight if she still didn't snap out of it. No. She needed to get these civilians to safety as well, and attend to Creeper and the nearly dead civilian. Then she realized something. Bright Knight was bluffing. She didn't have it in her to kill Creeper, even if she thought he was an enemy. "You won't." She said. "Because you're Bright Knight. You're a pure soul, you'd never kill anyone, even if it's...well, whatever the hell you see Creeper as right now. If I was in your situation right now, I know I probably would but...you're not me."
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jul 22, 2012 8:34:07 GMT -8
The Bright Knight ignored the comments of her dark counterpart. That thing he was holding, she knew, had the power to kill her, but the important thing was saving the priest.
"How dare you talk about purity of souls?" she demanded of the Witch. "How dare you, when you've attacked these innocent people?" The thing was, she was right. The Bright Knight had watched her father kill animals, and had once seen Sir Douglass' squire put a mad horse to sleep, but she didn't think she could kill a human. Assuming that's what the Dark Knight was. "Heal the priest!" She demanded again.
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Post by JW% on Jul 22, 2012 15:55:41 GMT -8
((Normally talking is a free action, you can have super huge speech balloons in a frame where a bullet is narrowly dodged... but given that the scene seems to have slowed down, I'm going to claim everyone who is talking is putting a delay on their one move of the turn, and may be surrendering it entirely.))
"Or at least put the fire out before he burns to death." DarkSon said from behind Bright Knight. She'd turned her back on him to address the Creeper. The blood thirsty vampire who had killed(hadn't he?) one of guardians, she had turned her back on. He'd been so silent, moving up behind her, with only that rustle of his robes, so easily ignored in the screaming and the sound of crackling flames.
And now he was gently, but very firmly, holding the gun in Creepers hand to make certain that it pointed at the roof of the tunnel. "We came here to investigate, not fight. I asked for stealth, not slaughter. And we still need to find out what's down that way."
The Rector weezed in agony, collapsing onto the ground as the flames burned him, and spread. He seemed to be trying to stand guard, protecting the tunnel he had come out of, and where the smaller figure had retreated to. He was trying to say something, but it didn't come out very well. Perhaps one final taunt, or orders to his remaining standing minions to redouble the attack. Whatever it was, it didn't come through.
((Turn is only half over, everyone still has an action left, I'll be checking Bright Knight's psyche/reason at the end of the turn to have her regain her sanity. She's still under the illusion, still doesn't have her short term memories. She may be suspecting something is not as it seems to her though.))
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 24, 2012 22:48:33 GMT -8
"Bright Knight," Creeper wheezed, attempting to allow his suit to put on his helmet, but some sort of system safety protocol was not allowing him to do it, "You're better than this."
Without his revolver, which on one note, Creeper was starting to feel very powerful with, he took a dramatic turn to sympathy. He was about ready to shoot Bright Knight in the foot and punch her in the face, at worst. But now...
"See through it." He took a deep breath, his tattooed, scarred and wounded face looking up at the girl as he attempted to pull away by going down submissively and pulling out.
It was hard, as well. Since the Vampire was holding his wrist, and Bright Knight had him in a grip with a sword to his throat.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 26, 2012 16:01:51 GMT -8
~~~~~~~~~~Pool side Starscream hovered above the edge of the pool, getting ready to launch himself to freedom as Cupid drew her scepter from whatever limbo realm it had been in. He stood there on pillars of flame as she made her declaration. And almost burst out laughing. The beam from the scepter shut him up. The blast struck him square in the 'cockpit'(which fortunately was on his chest, not lower as you would expect it to be), with heart shaped arrows of light hitting him across the chest and shoulders and even one thunking into his forehead. The force of the blast threw him backwards, and put him off his balance as his feet went out from under him and his thrusters angled the wrong way. There was a splash as he landed back in the pool. For a moment Cupid could savor her victory over the forces of stupid. Then the pool started boiling. "So the 'average kid' wants to play it that way, does she?" He said, pulling himself up out of the water. His thrusters and the weapons on his forearms were all glowing, their heat being lost in the water and a cloud of steam starting to rise that obscured him. The last thing Cupid managed to make out was that on his armors shoulders and chest, flanking the false 'cockpit', a collection of pods snapped open. Within the pods were numerous little cylinders, like cigerettes in a pack. "Cluster bomb launch!" A dozen or more of those little grey cylinders suddenly launched, some of them flying right at Cupid, some of them, wet and not quite properly functioning, spiraling out of control. Each of the pencil sized missiles gave a whistling sound like "wheeee!" as they flew, celebrating their release from confinement. Of those that lost control some regained it and adjusted to target Cupid once more, while others simply and chaotically went off on their own tangent to strike and explode, shattering the deck furniture around the poolside. Cupid ran backwards, trying her best to dodge them. A few DID hit, however, as was to be expected- her agility wasn't the best, after all, and she was slow as molasses in summer. Luckily for her the tiny missiles didn't do much damage. Shrapnel wasn't too bad from them colliding the ground all around her. It stung, and did some damage to her costume, but beyond a scraped knee she came out alright. She grabbed one of her cute little wing clips out of her hair, sticking it into her scepter and taking aim. Pressing a small button, it launched out of the helping space, spiralling at Starscream's left wing- the wing nearest her- trying to see if that could work to break it off. She quickly began to load the other one.
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Post by Penny Royals on Jul 26, 2012 21:19:03 GMT -8
Above the storm drains of Triumph City, two friends were taking a midnight stroll. They were the absolute opposites of one another- one tall and Hulkish, the other small and lithe. But neither seemed out of place, really- not within Triumph City. Not within a city that they both knew inside-out, better than the backs of their hands, even though it had been a few years. The buildings had changed, company logos expanding or disappearing completely. Lights, ever-changing, flickering on and off everywhere around them.
They'd been on the rooftops for a while, about an hour before scaling down fire escapes to land on the ground, past what should have been thug activity. Perhaps it was quiet here in TC for once... but then again, in a place called Triumph City, one doesn't expect quiet...
"Something's happening." The smaller one, Karma, looked up to her companion. "This place was never this quiet before. It spells trouble..."
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Post by Adlai Stevenson on Jul 26, 2012 22:06:33 GMT -8
He was sure if he could smell it, Triumph City would smell the same.
Sure, such a distinction varied from street to street, borough to borough, especially in such a diverse community of citizenry, civilian and extraordinary alike. It was all too familiar for Mike Sciavo, under the permanent guise of Cesspit, as he casually walked the relatively silent nighttime streets of the lower side with his comrade-in-arms, partner, and all-around best friend, Joey--err, Jocelyn, rather. Jocelyn Warner. Not Joey Brookes. She hadn't been him . . . well, using that name for a number of years, now. He knew it hadn't been long, but he'd quite honestly lost count. Nothing had changed, he was well aware of; she was still Karma, still the gunslinging femme fatale he knew and loved.
As they walked, Cesspit's gloved hand had attempted to drift into a graze over Karma's, an action not fully - or at least formally - authorized by the little nervous system pilots at the helm of his brain. He was absently gazing into the obscured moonlight, concealed by the hazy sheath of wayward clouds, as stars, warded off by the omnipresent illumination of the commercial and urban center, glinted and blinked with all their might in whatever distant galaxy they occupied, lonely. A passenger jet outshone the celestial pilot light in a flashing red blip as it submerged into the midnight cloud obscuring the moon like a dart.
Karma's voice pulled Cesspit from his daydreaming - though it was the farthest point from day as chronologically possible - reverie, and he glanced down to the gunslinger with mild concern and even less subtle confusion. "Yeah, but maybe that's because, y'know," he began, an arm lazily outstretched to present the silent street before them. "It's around midnight, and most people are doing things that don't involve . . ."
Cesspit held his tongue. If it was visible, he would be biting his lip beneath his mask. He might've grown some confidence over the past couple of years, but his tongue would still tie easier than laces on a pair of Chuck Taylors.
". . . okay, what do you think's happening?" he asked with curiosity.
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