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Post by Bokor on Oct 6, 2016 17:00:07 GMT -7
The initial attack was subtle. A small circle of supers had been living under Emerald City, making their homes in the sewer tunnels that remained from the early years following the city's founding. The dragon struck while they were gathered in a meeting. Within seconds, every one of them was dead. But it didn't immediately lash out against the rest of the city. Instead, it waited, biding its time. As far as anyone on the surface knew, nothing was out of the ordinary. As the Sun rose on Emerald City, the dragon's trap had been set. While the city slept, the ventilation systems of all the major buildings downtown had been subverted. Workers arrived to offices filled with invisible spores, unknowingly breathing in lungfuls as they went about their daily routines. The spores had a transformative effect on both bodies and minds. Limbs began to shift and mutate, faces were warped beyond recognition, twisting roots began binding victims to the walls and to machines and even to each other. But the spores' mental effects kept the victims from realizing that anything was wrong. They continued to shamble about, going through the motions of their office work, as the spores filling the buildings began to form a dark haze. It was only when one of the affected officeworkers tried to make a routine call to his company's New York office that the attack was discovered. The secretary on the other end of the line picked up the phone, but the caller's jaw had been so twisted by the spores that only incomprehensible grunts could be heard. The frightened secretary called emergency services, who in turn called Emerald City's police. When the investigators opened the door into the office, they were greeted by a nightmarish hellscape of mutated figures. That was when the dragon abandoned subtlety. The dragon commanded its thralls to attack, and within seconds the streets were filled with a throng of mutated figures, no two quite the same. They spread out, mercilessly tearing through the populace with no regard for their own safety. Some went down to police officers' bullets, some were even trampled beneath the feet of their fellow thralls, but those who remained were focused only on the attack. Some were covered head to foot in intricate patterns of interlocking armor plates made from some unknown material. Their heads and faces had been rendered utterly featureless, becoming symmetrical domes with evenly-spaced vertical red slits all the way around. They moved in precise formations, blocking off any attempts at escape and using their long claws to cut down anyone who tried to pass through. Some had been reduced to shambling mounds covered in unearthly greenery, bodies bloated to sustain the parasitic growths. Each one was covered in crisscrossing vines with evenly-spaced dark flowers in full bloom. They wandered alone through the streets, clouds of spores flowing from them in thick waves. Those who inhaled the spores were quickly paralyzed and soon found their bodies and minds beginning to transform as well. Some had their flesh and organs refined and minimized, everything unnecessary having been melted away by the dragon's influence. Their skin had become glossy and wooden, their muscles impossibly lean, their frames gaunt and skeletal. They climbed the skyscrapers, skittering along and jumping from surface to surface, spitting high-velocity globs of venom to take down anyone who managed to mount an effective resistance against the other thralls. Some the dragon considered useless for any other purpose, and so they were commanded to pile their bodies across streets and hallways, funneling the dragon's victims into confined spaces where they could be dealt with together. The spores broke down the victim's skin and muscles, fusing them together into masses of tangles limbs and agonized faces. But the most dangerous thralls were those that were built from other sources of material. The dragon's power worked even better on machines than it did on human bodies. Some thralls had been commanded to enter vehicles in parking garages beneath the skyscrapers, and by the time the attack was begun, they had fused together into monstrosities of meat and metal. Some walked upright while others continued to use their wheels. Some had dozens of thralls piled on top, while others ran down fleeing victims on their own. An amalgamation of several vehicles including several trucks and a fuel tanker, tall enough to reach the fifth story windows, stomped down the street after the largest stampede of pedestrians. Throughout the chaos, the most common type of thrall by far was those that could not be fully transformed before the attack began. Their bodies were a chaotic clutter of parts, very unlike the eerie symmetrical shapes of most of the other thralls. In many cases, the transformation was so incomplete that they retained partial control of their minds. But they were still bound by the dragon's commands, and they could only scream in horror as they were massed in huge floods of expendable shock troops. In sharp contrast to the last dragon to attack Emerald City, this one did not exterminate its victims with singleminded efficiency. Instead, it seemed content to chase its victims from building to building, corralling them and giving them plenty of time to call for help. It was impossible to say whether it took enjoyment from their fear or whether it served some other purpose. The only certainty was that if things continued like they were, Emerald City would face the same fate as Seaside. (The event battle begins in 48 hours! See here for event battle rules. Remember that if you join a scheme after this post has been made, you can't participate in the event battle until that scheme is over. However, if you've already joined a scheme as of this post, then you can still join this battle immediately as well without affecting the scheme. You may post here to announce your arrival to the battle if you want, but you can still participate later on regardless. Note that some traits operate with reduced scope during event battles. Espionage cannot be used against dragon components, Inventive inventions can only be used by the Inventive character herself, a Journalistic character only gains information about components she interacts with, and Paramilitary characters can only use one power between their own and those of their partners per round. Players who wish to set death flags should do so now!)
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Rein Initiative
Posts 54
Power Level 30
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Post by Seraphim on Oct 6, 2016 19:09:22 GMT -7
The day started out innocent enough. Seraphim was trying to fill in her gaps in her understanding of the situation in Emerald City, starting with the biggest hole she had: Malachite Isle. It wasn't in her power's range during her initial scouting trip, so she figured she'd be spending the morning sitting on a bench near the ferry, reading a newspaper to look inconspicuous. The sudden silencing of several voices made her perk up a little. She was used to voices being silenced often, but this many was unusual. It wasn't long after that the voices of another large number of people were altered and clearly not their own. Without seeing what was happening in those office buildings, she couldn't be sure of the source. All she knew was that there were a large number of people acting against their will, which at minimum meant there were super powers involved. She calmly pulled out her phone and sent a message to everyone in Rien.
'something is happening downtown investigating now'
Seraphim took a detour back to the FOB to gather some of her heavy weaponry, as well as her rifle. There was no reason to take those things on such a simple scouting mission, but with everything escalating like this it would be foolish not to be prepared for a fight. It took her a bit of time to get back to base and then head downtown, while also making sure to stay out of sight of most of the populace. By the time she got there, there was another noticeable shift in thought. All of the mind controlled people were leaving the building and were being forced into fighting, and other things, against their will. It was easy to read too. Their minds were still perfectly in tact. Once they were released from the power, they would likely go back to normal. That was what she thought before she arrived. Actually being able to see the site of the incident made her realize the situation was much more grave than expected.
She heard that a dragon was attacking soon from various sources and various minds. The fact that it was a dragon like this was irritating. The fact that the thoughts of the thralls and the thoughts of the dragon would be similar meant that it would be difficult to pinpoint the exact location of the dragon. Worse than that, she suspected that most of the supers fighting it would be more interested in trying to save the people than they would trying to eliminate the dragon, which would be bad for everyone. Seraphim had to make a judgement call, and in all her decades of experience with dragons, it wasn't a hard one to make. She reached for her communicator and opened up a line to everyone in Rein.
"This is The Seraphim. The incident I described is a dragon, the type that creates minions. The people it has touched have been mutated beyond recognition and their minds have been destroyed and are beyond saving. Inform everyone you can about this and prepare to fight them off. We can't afford to have any of the locals holding back."
She hefted her machine gun off her shoulder and prepared to fire down one of the alleys with no uncontrolled supers down it. It was easy for her to follow all of their positions thanks to her power, so it was unlikely she would accidentally shoot someone. Right now, she could afford to use such an imprecise weapon.
"Do as much damage as you can to the thralls," she once again addressed everyone in Rein. "The less recognizable they are, the easier information suppression and damage control will be later."
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Pandaemonium
Posts 278
Power Level 25
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Post by Limen on Oct 6, 2016 19:17:50 GMT -7
Limen had heard of office zombies, but this was ridiculous. She had been somewhere in the vicinity of Still Much too Close in the docks when she first caught what was still too close a sight of the things downtown. In seeing the city begin its descent into planthood, Limen knew she was going to be headed Very Much too Close very soon, and, if her assumed primary preliminary role was correct, very quickly. Supers needed to get in there and show them equisetum sheeple what for - only, some of them needed a ride. And, as it so happened, Limen had a motorcycle, a record of an outdated (and probably revoked) driver's licence on some state computer, and a friend who could make sky roads.
Limen first found Dukes (or, very first she found a gas mask - the view through her new eye had placed the black cloud coming from some of those things as ‘at least as unpleasurable to breath in as city smog’ - and then she found Sanduleak), and then they were off, to find any and all who wanted to go against the crowd by going above it. Limen’s motorcycle was not large, but it was fast and if people didn’t mind giving up some elbow room, she was pretty sure several supers could have at least something to hang onto. Driving above the streets on a smooth bridge of light, Limen could push ninety on that bike while still managing to keep at least a few inches between her and any oncoming building sides.
She circled through the docks, making a pass and drop-off downtown, before heading through the suburbs. From above would come a loud yelling and the sound of rock music -and soon, upon anyone with a mask who looked to be going by foot, a black motorcycle would decent and the driver would gesture with her thumb and a mad grin an offer to get on. Any who were wanting and willing would have a ride given to them, Panda or not, friend or past enemy. This was a dragon; factions be damned.
The one downside was Limen was not about to land in the middle of death zombies. The last ground stop was on the edge of downtown; If anyone wanted off further in, they were going to have to jump.
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Emerald City Bulwark
That's Un-bee-lievable!
Posts 24
Power Level 20
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Post by Hivemind on Oct 6, 2016 20:00:37 GMT -7
Checking around the city to make sure everything is okay, Hivemind sent out some flies to fly all over the city. With his hivemind-like powers, he could see what the insects see, smell what they smell, etc. When he checked in on the flies, there was an image of disgust reflecting back into his mind. Zombies. Well, maybe not exactly zombies, but he knew they didn't look human. Hive left the Bulwark HQ and made his way to a nearby rooftop to see what was going down. His insects senses don't lie. It was really zombies, or zombie-like creatures roaming the streets of Emerald City. Hivemind heard rumors about a dragon attacking the city, but he didn't know when it would attack. "I guess it's here", Hivemind thought. Knowing that the Bulwark couldn't possibly take on the dragon alone, he thought it was time for the factions to forget their differences for this moment and work together to take the city back from this dragon. Hive had his biases about the other factions and those in them, but now wasn't the time to stick to the biases. It was time to keep this city intact and dragon free.
While on the rooftop, Hivemind noticed a black motorcycle riding through the sky. Out of all the far fetched things he could've possibly seen in this city, it had to be a flying motorcycle. The driver didn't see him, but Hivemind noticed something about the driver. He was looking out over the city. Looking at the zombie-like creatures. Hive heard about a motorcycle rider who could fly on his bike. "It must be Limen", he thought.
Hivemind knew what he had to do. He had to get his attention, find more supers willing to fight, and take this city back from the brink of destruction. Emerald City is Hivemind's home now, and he won't give it up so easily.
"I've never actually fought a dragon before.", Hivemind pondered. He definitely heard about them and their powers, but he's never seen one make zombie-like minions before. Hive has heard about Cetus, the last dragon that attacked and he found out it didn't go so well. Hivemind knew the civilians would be in danger, but there was also the threat of the dragon. We would have to split up or focus on one at a time. Thoughts rushed in his head and he knew he wouldn't be able to do it alone. Hive knows this fight will not be easy, and it will probably injure or even kill supers and or civilians. Images of a destroyed metropolis flashed in his mind. "No. I...we can't let that happen".
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The Keepers
Posts 90
Power Level 24
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Post by Sin Eater on Oct 6, 2016 20:04:59 GMT -7
Stalking a teleporter wasn't easy, even for someone with Sin Eater's power. But she knew of his regular hangouts, and she had plenty of motivation. The rough timeline of the dragon's attack had been known in advance. Sin Eater wanted to be there to see just what would come of this anti-dragon investigation team.
She was a block away from the boarding house when the dragon attacked. Although she was too far away for her power to detect the thralls, she could still feel the building wave of fear from the few local residents who had just received calls from their loved ones. In theory, it could have been some other kind of natural disaster, but the fear's suddenness, synchronicity, and severity were all so high as to make it all but certain that it was a dragon. She would have bet her life on it, so to speak.
And so Sin Eater broke out into a full sprint toward where she sensed Geata's presence. She slowed down as she turned the last corner, wandering at a leisurely pace into Geata's field of view.
"Ah, Geata! Fancy running into you at a time like this. We have somewhere to be, don't we?"
She smiled widely, as though excited to go on a friendly little outing.
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Dead
Posts 47
Power Level 21
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Post by Gluttony on Oct 6, 2016 22:25:02 GMT -7
It was a good thing that the Keepers had access to a timeframe of when the next dragon attack would occur. If they didn't, Gluttony would've likely still been lurking around the docks, looking for weaknesses in Pandaemonium to exploit. Instead, he decided to start doing some early scouting of the Bulwarks, seeing as of how they apparently were starting to become a force to be reckoned with. Even with their forces divided on the direction the faction should take, they managed to drive off a group of villains. And, since the Bulwarks were supposedly located in the more central location of downtown, it seemed a good place to be for when the dragon attacked. He didn't have long to actually concern himself with the heroes, though, as downtown was turned a chaotic mess extremely quickly.
He had been in his restaurant, studying maps of the downtown area in an attempt to try and triangulate the location of the Bulwark base based on how long it took supers to respond to past crimes, when the cacophony of destruction erupted outside. Quickly realizing what was going on, he rushed outside to be greeted by the strange sight of plant monstrosities roaming the streets. On his way out, he had grabbed a pack full of food. It appeared as though he would need it.
He had no doubts he would happen across at least one other sin. Lust would come, in the hopes of wooing one of the supers intending to fight the dragon. Envy would see it as a chance to get a good meal, if nothing else. Wrath would be pissed about a dragon attacking, for various reasons. Pride would find something to be offended over. If anything were to motivate Sloth to act, it would be a dragon attacking. The only one that Gluttony would be surprised to see would be Avarice, since she had been gone as of late and that didn't fit her MO, as he had been informed. Not that it mattered, though. Odds were that enough supers would arrive to combat the beast. Not to mention the fact that many of them were stronger than he was, and he felt fairly confident in claiming the position of strongest sin, not that the title meant much considering his string of losses.
However, in the face of such a threat, any capable of fighting would be appreciated, no matter their strength. He was aware of this fact and took comfort in it as he made his way towards the epicenter of the storm.
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Emerald City Bulwark
It is not the healthy who need a doctor... But the sentient plant life bent on destroying my home!
Posts 38
Power Level 20
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Post by Plague Doctor on Oct 6, 2016 23:17:22 GMT -7
Plague Doctor had been stuck in the hospital, at first he was trying to help patients, then almost in a moment, he was surrounded by Zombies. "Of all the apocalypses... It just had to be zombies." He said. Whilst everyone else was running and panicking, Plague Doctor, the Greekest hero of Emerald City, went for his costume. The one thing he knew he needed more than anything else, was his mask. It seemed to him that whatever was making these zombies, was spreading through the air. Sweet mother Mary, did he hope that he had made the proper adjustments to his masks.
Plague Doctor ran to the locker room within the hospital to find it devoid of zombies and civilians. Good. He slipped on his overcoat, his vest, his breaches, his mask and finally his hat. He was struggling with his boots and then collapsed directly into a locker, dazing himself. So much for being the graceful hero, no? After his dizziness had subsided, he made his way quickly up the stairs passing by the hallway zombies that had been called upon by the dragon.
Once on the roof; he stood next to the helipad and waved his hand desperately for anyone to see, then remembering his Bulwark connections he quickly started to head back downstairs and realizing, that the zombies were now crowding the streets, began using his powers to get through the throng of zombies. He forced his way through the crowd, infected or otherwise. And made his way as fast as he could towards the Bulwark HQ. Maybe his cohorts had a plan to get out of hell.
As soon as he got to the bulwark HQ, he pushed open the door and panted heavily as he tried to hold off the throng. He then ran upstairs and burst into the meeting room. "Guys, there is a freaking Zombie Apocalypse outside." He was clearly out of breath due to running and power usage. "What the heck are we going to do?!" He screamed in his thick Greek accent
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Dead
Posts 113
Power Level 28
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Post by Big Martin on Oct 6, 2016 23:44:09 GMT -7
They'd let him out of hospital just that morning.
It wasn't a physical injury, they said. A mental thing. His brain stem showed signs of stress, of too much charge flowing through the nerves, too much information being carried back and forth from that single frail organ in his skull. They told him it was highly unusual, that there was nothing any doctor or medicine they knew of could do to fix it, that the best thing for him would be to get some rest and check in regularly. Perhaps he would recover. Perhaps he would not.
They were very gentle when they helped into the wheelchair. Gentle hands, and gentle words, none of which did anything to soften the blow. He appreciated the effort. People tried.
He, however, had known the way of things since the beginning. The world was broken. He was broken, and this latest occurrence had only been his body catching up with his mind. He woke up after weeks in a coma, and all he had were a pile-up of work texts, a house full of dust, and a thousand lost cats to look for.
There was nothing left for him as a civilian. He needed to be Big Martin, Big Martin who fought and wrecked and ruined and tore through the city in an angry tempest of cats. Yes. The thought was a pleasant one.
That, he reflected, as the wind rushed through his hair and the rotors swished a meter or so above his head, was why he'd gone out and stolen a helicopter.
Legs or no legs, he was still Big Martin, and this kind of theft was trivial for him. A swarm of cats to bury security and help him into the cockpit, and bingo, he was off! While he wasn't exactly an expert pilot, he'd flown one once before in his civilian life, and knew the basics. Besides, if things went wrong, he could just leap out and make a cat parachute to float him safely down to the ground.
However, though flying the vehicle about in a highly perilous manner was a whole lot of fun in and of itself, Big Martin found himself slightly disappointed by the lack of police response. Why wasn't anyone trying to stop him? The absence of opposition immediately set his kitty senses tingling, and he flew lower, circling around downtown in a series of slow loops, catching sight of the carnage unfolding below.
He winced. Who knew flesh could even do that? Had to be either a very powerful and very nasty super, or something much, much worse. Either way, it meant something to do, something to make his heart race and his jaws clench and maybe even net a little good karma in the process. With a wide grin slowly spreading across his features, Big Martin steered his copter towards the mayhem, and prepared for a bombing run.
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Rein Initiative
Posts 41
Power Level 15
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Post by The Good Shepherd on Oct 7, 2016 0:24:44 GMT -7
A small, black, military-looking, helicopter flew onto the scene, three passengers in the passenger compartment.
"Roger Seraphim. L.O.V.E agents inbound on your position. Moving to support." The Good Shepherd's relaxed voice said over the communication line. His team donned their blue and black paramilitary armor, mask and all, before rappelling down the rope that was dangled down for them. They landed on top of a high building, Agent Brooklyn first with his heavy machine gun. Once he was down he crouched, keeping his gun at the ready- ready to mow down any of the dragon-spawned zombies they saw coming in.
Then the Good Shepard repelled down, his assault rifle on his back. Finally Agent Delaware slid down the rope. She had her sniper rifle in a heavy black case with the anti-super serum rounds loaded in. Once down she flipped the case open, tapped in a small case of bullets with strange teal liquid in them, and began to set up shop on the edge of the roof.
Brooklyn was watching their flank- any zombies making it up there would eat a hellstorm of bullets, Delaware was sighting the dragon itself. It would be far shot but she could make it, and the Good Shepherd- he had his high tech binoculars out.
"We have eyes on the high ground Rein. We'll watch your back and provide intel and covering fire for whoever we can."
It was the Shepherd's voice again talking to the rest of the Initiative- calm and confident like he'd done this a thousand times before. He hadn't but what's the difference between a city destroying dragon and a city destroying column of enemy armor? He was about to find out...
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Rein Initiative
Posts 134
Power Level 31
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Post by Solomon on Oct 7, 2016 0:58:43 GMT -7
“Roger, Seraphim. I will be moving to flank.” Solomon echoed after Shepherd, and removed his hand from the communicator. He’d settled down on a rooftop downtown with whomever at the FOB had needed a ride; a brief teleportation spell, large but far from impossible given his preparation, had brought them here from the main room of the base just moments prior. After ensuring everything was in order and surveying another distant rooftop, he teleported once more to his found location, arriving alone. Ignoring the hordes of infected thralls below, that was.
It was by Seraphim’s first warning that he had had time to construct several of his larger spells, and of the six that floated around him, the three of his commonly used spellbooks glowed brightly. He continued to speak, bringing alight the next set of pages. Upon arriving downtown, he drew out a seventh book, small and unworn, and set it to hover with the rest. He had made it earlier in the week, specifically with this dragon’s attack in mind. It had taken twelve lives to fill the pages. He expected it to be emptied by the battle’s end.
Solomon couldn’t help but wonder what point ‘beyond saving’ was. The expression of true terror was unmistakable, and still present in many of the thralls below. It was a sign of lingering humanity.
He supposed it didn’t matter. What was important was locating any nearby supers and making sure they didn’t get caught in collateral.
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Emerald City Bulwark
Posts 37
Power Level 31
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Post by Carl on Oct 7, 2016 1:10:16 GMT -7
Carl had been a few towns away, finalizing a purchase, when the dragon first started to make its move. He was on his way back to EC when the attack truly began. He arrived shortly after, sitting inside the new helicopter he obtained for private Bulwark use, in time to see the chaos in full swing. The pilot, not all too happy to be flying into the midst of a dragon attack but paid too much by the super next to him to refuse, landed on the helipad of the Bulwark HQ. There were other birds in the sky, Carl noticed, although that was less than important. Even if the timing of it all struck him as a little frustrating.
He made his way down to the meeting room, where the other supers were likely discussing a plan of attack, just in time to see the super he assumed to be Plague Doctor burst in, clearly panicking. Carl waited for him to quiet down before speaking calmly and soothingly, in the hopes of helping the man pull himself together.
"Don't worry," he said. "It'll be fine. We can handle this, easily, considering how the other supers of the city are likely to cooperate. I'm assuming this is your first dragon attack, yes? It's perfectly natural to be afraid, but there's nothing to worry about. I've dealt with multiple dragons, myself, and even though I haven't personally dealt with one with minions, there's an obvious plan of attack."
He paused a moment, giving the other super time to absorb the information, before continuing, his voice slightly more calculating. "If we incapacitate enough of its cannon fodder, it'll try to stop us itself. I didn't see anything that stood out as a dragon during my descent, so it's probably either that or we go searching for it. Plan A is quicker and will reduce the amount of casualties, but if it'd be preferred to go searching, that's fine too. Either way, we have transportation on the roof, courtesy of Carl Corporation."
He turned and took a few steps towards the helipad before stopping. "I know this isn't the time, but sorry about before. I did what I thought was for the good of the city, and had no intentions of keeping the mantle of leader unless it was decided that I should." With that, he continued on his way back to the roof, his chariot awaiting.
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Pandaemonium
Posts 39
Power Level 17
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Post by Lust on Oct 7, 2016 1:47:41 GMT -7
Motorcycles? Turn on. Flying motorcycles? Major turn on.
Lust had gathered a nice little crowd over in the Docks, putting on an extravagant show that had her audience slowly drowning in a puddle of their own drool. She had them transfixed on her, to the point where nothing else even existed for them but her curves and her sweet voice and the slow swaying of her body.
They lavished her with attention, offering her their lives, their servitude, all their worldly possessions for just the merest touch of her bare skin. She reveled in their lust for her, drinking it in like wine, melting their minds with the heat of her presence. She teased them, letting them get closer and closer before shooing them away, straining their wills almost to breaking point. Oh, what would she do with this party of hers? Perhaps make them do her a favor, break into a clothing store and seize all the lingerie. Or maybe turn them on each other, have them unleash their basest desires for her entertainment...
For all the focus she drew from her admirers, however, Lust's own attention slipped away from them in the blink of an eye. Her gaze was caught by the motorcycle careening through the air, which she she flagged down with a wave and a cheerful whistle. "Hey there, bad girl, feel like letting me on for a ride? I'll hold on tight, I promise." She winked slyly.
Realizing that she was being torn from them, the gathered men and women around began to moan and wail for her, reaching out in a vain attempt to try and stop her. She turned around, giving them a smile, put one finger to her lips, and shooed them away. Falling silent, they scattered, fleeing into the docks like oh-so-many rats.
Any suspicions this might have drawn on Limen's part would quickly be smoothed over as Lust turned back to her, hands on hips, one corner of her mouth quirking upwards in a confident yet adorable expression. Wherever this girl was going, Lust would be going with her, wrapping her arms tightly around Limen and pressing herself against her new pet as they whooshed off to wherever they were going for their date. Oh, had she not mentioned it was a date now? One didn't just pick up random girls on motorcycles without treating them to some fun times, and Lust intended to suck every last bit of fun she could out of this unique opportunity.
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Emerald City Bulwark
Posts 35
Power Level 22
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Post by Rainfall on Oct 7, 2016 2:40:48 GMT -7
Without a word, Rainfall immediately followed Carl up the steps.
She hadn't planned to stick around long after the stunt with the phones. Maybe a week or two, to make sure the Bulwarks got a chance to find their footing, and then she'd be back into the forests of Evergreen Hollow, policing the woods and leaving the city to them. It'd be a relief to get away- this place grated on the senses with every minute, and she longed for the quiet, disorderly beauty of nature.
Circumstance, however, dictated that she might have to stay much longer than anticipated, if she even survived this attack.
She caught up to Carl on the helipad, and fell in stride with him. It was something of a subtle jab at his previous actions, walking side-by-side rather than letting him lead the way. Otherwise, however, she offered no further rebuke. His meddling hadn't stopped her plan, and now he was providing valuable aid, and as Rainfall had already demonstrated quite clearly back on that day in the Docks, she didn't fight her allies.
The edges of her cloak fluttered slightly in the wind, but not as much as they might have. This was because the majority of the garment was pinned to her back by the weight of a long, heavy bag. Rainfall had come packing serious heat for this fight. As they boarded the helicopter, she was notable careful not to bump her luggage against anything, or set it down too hard. She'd taken precautions to make it safe, but with gear like this you couldn't be too careful.
Finally, once all the Bulwarks were on board and the vehicle on its way, she spoke to Carl, just loud enough to be heard above the noise of the rotors. "You're close-range, right? You going to need cover fire, eyes on your flanks? Reckon I can clear a you path through the horde too, if you need one, but only for a moment."
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Pandaemonium
Posts 343
Power Level 30
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Post by Blue Jay on Oct 7, 2016 2:40:59 GMT -7
Since the night prior to the sixth, Blue Jay had prepared himself for another death vision. One would be coming, he figured, as if a super couldn’t kill him, maybe a dragon could do for the sword its job. It was going to be an opportunity to put the theory Geata had purposed to the test. He was also going to use it as means of day-prior warning to the dragon attack, and was going to warn everyone he could get to listen of it.
So when the dragon attacked on the sixth, Blue Jay was taken entirely by surprise. He’d been at home, studying for history, actually, when his phone began to go off with news alerts like a bag of popcorn in the microwave. It was the first he’d of the dragon attack. It almost felt like the sword had let him down - but in hurrying to slip on his outfit and grab the blade, he wasn’t going to complain. Not getting brutally murdered by this zombie master sounded like a good thing, and the sword maybe actually working with him to help prevent the same from happening to his friends, likewise.
On the roof of his home, Blue Jay hesitated. Hopefully what happened last time wouldn’t happen again. No, he would make sure it didn’t.
He moved blocks at a time, appearing on a rooftop before vanishing to the next. With the recent loss of his one nextwork, he came upon a downtown in full takeover. It wasn’t bad enough that the civilians were caught up in this, many likely dead as they walked, but the dragon had to shove their twisted corpses in their faces. It didn’t help that many of them still looked like they hadn’t fully turned.
He didn’t know how the dragon’s powers worked, but if there was even the smallest chance this process could be reversed, he had to try to find it. And that, in all likelihood, meant cutting off the dragon’s true head. The less time he had to waste on these puppets, the better.
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Unaligned
And I'm hungry like the wolf
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Post by Lobisomem on Oct 7, 2016 5:38:58 GMT -7
A dragon. That could be the only explanation for whatever the hell was going on here. Lobisomem had been hanging out in the alleyways, their dogs had been especially jumpy today, when something skittering past their territories!
They took a long breath, coughing at the scent of the abominations, and stepped out into what could be called the Apocalypse. Things ranging from horrible humanoid creatures swung from the skyscrapers, machinery mixed with flesh roamed the streets, and monsters unique from humans turned to stare at the Hooded figure before lunging. Somehow, they noticed some people running around, and seeing them cut down made their vision flood with red.
Lobisomem burst from their humanoid casing, leaning into the shade to limit the burning. The creatures were brave, relentlessly racing toward them. One mechanical monstrosity was crushed beneath a great paw. Another beast was torn in half. Yet another was crunched in jagged fangs before being swallowed, being surprisingly filling.
The scent of the creatures weren't strong enough here, but they gathered near a certain point. Lobisomem narrowed their eyes and started to run, not on the roofs as they were now so enormous that it wasn't a viable option in their full transformation.
Even as they made to join the battle, they never wondered why the creatures were humanoid, nor why the one they ate tasted to good.
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