Rein Initiative
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Post by The Good Shepherd on Oct 8, 2016 20:13:29 GMT -7
Shepherd was listening in on the radio channels, he was hoping that the radio chatter from the media would give them some sort of intel they didn't already have. His two agents were calling out targets, supers, and the locations of various civilians in need of assistance. The Good Shepherd noted them on a small city map that had been placed atop the case Agent Delaware's sniper rifle had been in. The go code finally reached his headset.
"Rein Initiative. Mission clearance code is green. Engaging."
Click, clack, a magazine's loaded and the mission was on track.
Brooklyn hefted his gun up, "IT'S GO TIME!" he roared, Shep knew he had one of those big damn smiles on his face that he gets when things were hot & heavy even though their masks kept them hidden.
"There!" the Shepard yelled confidently, marking the spot where a number of enemies were still forming- identifying it with a round of colored smoke from his assault rifle.
Brooklyn heavy machine gun hummed like a dozen lawnmowers as it cut through the still-forming forms. He had one foot up on the ledge of the building shooting in great sweeps. Delaware was less bombastic- she picked at targets with normal rounds from her sniper rifle while lying prone. The Good Shepherd himself contributed to, shooting bursts from his assault rifle at the enemies.
The shell casings fell like rain as they put some serious, but still mundane, firepower down against their target.
"I got a feeling they're not going to L.O.V.E that... get ready for a counter attack." The Shepherd said to his crew. He heard Brooklyn snicker and Delaware sigh exasperatedly.
Aggression (Destruction) against Incomplete Thralls.
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Pandaemonium
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Post by Aurora Disicio on Oct 8, 2016 20:19:48 GMT -7
Aurora took a deep breath and took another look at the situation below. It was extremely difficult to look at and a large part of her wanted to just stop. After what she said in the docks, there was no way she could run away. Even without that, she couldn't let this happen to her city. She swallowed hard and tried to think as hard as she could. The creatures weren't comping from any particular direction as far as she could tell. They could have come from several of the buildings based on their current heading and position, so there was no way to know exactly where the dragon was. Plus, if it was causing this via those spores it could be anywhere. Aurora furrowed her brow.
"At the very least, we should stop it from spreading. Contain it, stop them from moving."
Exactly how to do that she hadn't decided yet. Crushing them would be the easiest in all likelihood, but she wasn't sure if that was the right way to handle it. Were they still alive? Moments later, confirmation came that they were not, at least not in any meaningful way. Even so, Aurora hesitated. She couldn't think straight like this and needed some easy targets. If they were melding with vehicles, then the least she could do is give them less...fuel? Was that the right way to describe this? The thought made her stomach lurch again. With a wave of her hand and a shake of her head to clear the bad thoughts away, she started absorbing every machine in her sight. She tried to hit some of the ones the thralls had taken over too to prevent them from moving, but she wasn't sure how successful that would be. Were they considered living at this point?
Action: Maneuver (Alteration) against Mechanized Thralls
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Pandaemonium
I need a gingerbread man, the one I'll eat
Posts 154
Power Level 28
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Post by Bloodbath on Oct 8, 2016 20:22:05 GMT -7
Bloodbath held no love for civilians. At any other time, he may have forced himself to feel anything, but his eyes were locked on the pools of blood flooding the ground. How useful. He raised a hand, why hurt himself when there was a perfectly fine supply around him?
He leapt away as a glob of poison slapped the ground, sizzling through the concrete...scary. He instinctively wrapped himself in the bloodstream, locking on to the thing figures on the buildings. One portion curled into a spear, aiming carefully before firing at all the poisonous monsters.
Action: Manuver Alteration against Gaunt Thralls
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The Keepers
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Post by Unhallow on Oct 8, 2016 20:28:35 GMT -7
Unhallow had some experience fighting people now, even if they did mostly stand around. At the very least, they knew what to hit with their power to make something bad happen and make life easier for their allies. Much like the last dragon, these things felt like weird stuff out of the fourth dimension again. They were kind of human, but kind of not, and their biology was so bizarre that they had no idea what to do with it. What were they supposed to hit to prevent them from doing things? If they hit their legs would they be able to keep walking? It was really a hard to tell. Thus, Unhallow employed the best decision they felt like they could make right now and stopped thinking about it so hard. Senses were really easy to mess with in people, so if these things were similar then they should also be really easy to mess with. That seemed like a reasonable thing to test at least. From there, maybe they'd be able to figure them out a little more easily.
Action: Accumulation (Enhancement) against Accumulation (Information)
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Rein Initiative
He saying "tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it"
Posts 51
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Post by Fleet on Oct 8, 2016 20:47:08 GMT -7
Fleet broke whatever he was doing to the atmosphere as the zombies crowded in, forcing him to dodge away, faking fear with giggles that suggested he was having too much fun.
He took one look up as an idea bloomed at the creatures skittering like ugly bugs on the buildings. They had to leave, didn't they? He twitched his fingers and smiled as the oxygen vanished, if they passed out and fell, he would finish them with his knife.
Action: Aggression Confinement against Gaunt Thralls
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Pandaemonium
Posts 33
Power Level 15
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Post by Wrath on Oct 8, 2016 21:45:56 GMT -7
Wrath didn't wait for Pride to respond. Turning her attention away from him, she looked for suitable victims. So many possible fire starters. The immobile flesh piles would be no fun. Why burn some useless corpses? Armored thralls would be hard to singe. The bloated, gelatinous thralls weren't much of a threat other then that icky black dust they spat out. She really needed to find a way to avoid that. Both the gaunt and incomplete thralls made for tempting targets. They might actually cry out as she flambés them. However the draw of setting the mechanized ablaze and having them explode into a glorious piece of disaster. She was about to launch forward when she heard the familiar voice come from a nearby portal. Tch, it's the idiot from the alley. However she decided to listen, but only for a moment. The moment she became bored with his words she launched forward, fire sparking as she burst forward. The jumped onto the nearest mechanized thrall and enveloped both of them in bright flames.
Maneuver(Field) vs Mechanized Thralls
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Unaligned
Posts 126
Power Level 21
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Post by Hooded Siren on Oct 8, 2016 22:16:29 GMT -7
Siren was unsure what to make of all these thralls and stood there as Geata spoke. It was a good thing that they now had a reliable source of communication now. Communication could have saved many in the last dragon attack. The pinkette was unsure how to proceed with the critters before her. They were civilians just hours ago. Perhaps they could be again. The sudden voice, this Seraphim, confirming the worst had dashed all thoughts of saving these people. Steeling herself she ran towards the nearest thralls.
The jiggly bloated thralls were shambling down a street toward a corralled group of civilians. Narrowing her eyes, she focused hard. Her newest powers were slightly untested and difficult for her to summon at will. But if she didn't use it now, she may not live to use it tomorrow. The shambling creatures seemed unbothered by her presence. 'I guess it's time to make them bothered.' She gritted her teeth for a moment before spitting out;
"Stay still you overgrown piles of botanical jello!"
Aggression(Subdual) vs Bloated Thralls
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Dead
Posts 47
Power Level 21
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Post by Gluttony on Oct 8, 2016 22:55:40 GMT -7
Gluttony paused and listened when the portals appeared. The plan sounded as likely to fail as any other, since it hinged on one person's survival, but he was willing to make use of it while it lasted. The assurance that killing the thralls was the best course of action was also welcome information, not that it mattered much. He had no intentions of sparing anything anyway. One look at their misshapen, mutilated bodies made it very clear that they'd be better off dead. Not to mention that he would've held back otherwise.
"Sins," he said to the portal as he searched for his favorite target. "Pair up, keep an eye on each other's backs. I assume you four already have pairs in mind." He didn't bother to continue, his victim in his sights. Besides, nothing more truly needed to be said. What was left unsaid would be obvious.
He noticed the creatures climbing the walls and frowned. They'd be the most difficult targets to hit unless they were contained. Swinging wildly would do nothing, so he quickly decided on a different form of attack. Activating his powers, he leapt high into the air and attempted to catch and crush the abomination in a bear hug. If he succeeded, he would continue to do the same.
Aggression (Confinement) against Gaunt Thralls
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Pandaemonium
Posts 343
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Post by Blue Jay on Oct 8, 2016 23:28:12 GMT -7
Survey of the city put the situation at ‘not good in the slightest’. There was no sign of the actual dragon, only the outward signs that it was here, somewhere, in the victims that had fallen to the dragon’s powers. Supers, too, had shown up in bulk. Hopefully with numbers they could find and finish this thing off before too much damage had to be done to the city and its people, ‘changed’ or not.
One super made a particularly noticeable entrance. Many, to be exact. “Counting on you, Geata.” Blue Jay said cheerfully. Equally so, he continued, “And I’m going to be holding to my promise.” Whether or not Geata could see it, he gave the nearby portal a wave and continued off, searching for the dragon, or at least a suitable target.
What was said next through a nearby portal was… concerning. And it had to be false, didn’t it? Not all of these people were fully gone; who was to say if any of them were truly gone. Maybe it was just his gut talking over any logic, or misplaced and unfounded hopes for something far more optimistic than anyone could reasonably expect, but it just felt off to think of these people as too far gone to save. Especially the ones that appeared only halfway transformed.
He wouldn’t stop the others from eliminating the thralls before they had any real evidence one way or another, but he wasn’t going to do it himself. His efforts could still be focused on dismantling over destroying. The machine-like ones, in particular, could likely be taken care of to minimise both turned and unturned losses.
Blue Jay went about the rooftops, ignoring the majority of the thralls. When he came across one of the towering meshes of flesh and machine, intervened. He caught up to one driving about on wheels and attempted to slash the tires, making a hard jab at it and the axle, in the hopes of slowing it at least. A second appeared to already be alight, and he passed in favor of another beyond. Leaping from a rooftop, he plunged the blade into the ‘chest’ of the upright truck, blasting out a shockwave once it was buried in the metal.
Action: Maneuver(Speed) against the Mechanized thralls
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Dead
Posts 113
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Post by Big Martin on Oct 9, 2016 0:49:17 GMT -7
He'd thought stealing a helicopter would be cool, that it would make him stand out, but noooo, everyone else had to bring a helicopter too. At this rate, he'd end up looking like a copycat, and he absolutely wouldn't have that. After his unfortunate absence, Big Martin needed to get back on the scene in a big way, to show the other supers that he was just as dangerous now as ever. What better way to do this than to take down the biggest target on the field?
A particularly massive mechanical monstrosity stood out to him, an amalgamation of trucks and a fuel tanker that towered over the rest of the foul horde, like something out of an old Japanese monster movie. Yes, that would do nicely! Pulling his 'copter up to stay out of reach, Big Martin flew back and forth, passing over it in a series of bombing runs.
As he did, cats popped into existence to either side of the helicopter and rained down on the titanic thrall, using claws and agility to climb all over it and attack its most vulnerable spots, biting at the fleshy parts and trying to clog up its joints with sheer numbers. Big Martin doubted he could destroy it with a force summoned on the spot, but the literal storm of felines would soon cover the beast, and hopefully prevent it from pursuing its intended targets.
Action: Aggression (Confinement) against Mechanized Thralls
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Emerald City Bulwark
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Power Level 31
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Post by Carl on Oct 9, 2016 1:23:49 GMT -7
Carl noted Rainfall's intentionally matching his pace. He doubted it was important, honestly, but he wondered if perhaps it was a small sign of forgiveness. After all, if she were upset at his attempt to provide the faction with a semblance of leadership, she'd likely instead try to overtake him and lead the way. It wasn't important at that moment, though, and Carl kept his thoughts to himself. Nemesis's comment required a response, though. "Sorry," he said thoughtfully. "I guess I hadn't even thought to ask if anyone had experience flying before. I'll try to keep things like that in mind for the future." Still, the man was being paid for working for the day, plus he would likely be safer in a helicopter up in the air than even in the Bulwark HQ. He seemed to realize this, too, as he made no moves away from his seat. Carl paid no mind, though, as he climbed into his own seat and strapped in.
Rainfall's offer while in the air made him smile slightly, even as he looked out over the scene below. "Thank you," he said, making sure he was audible over the sound of the rotors, "but not strictly necessary for me, specifically. I'm usually able to keep my distance, actually, and I carry backup with me. Though I'm not going to be able to do much from up here." He looked down at the ground, an intimidating distance below, and sighed. "This is going to suck," he mumbled to himself, before turning back to the others still in the aircraft and freeing himself of the harness (or whatever the seatbelt thing was called. He never really bothered to remember).
"Alright, I'm getting off here! It'll get me within range faster than anything else. Make sure you tell the pilot where you need to land and everything, so on and so forth. Best of luck, Bulwarks!" With that said and a friendly wave, he leaned out of the still-moving helicopter and started to fall. He maneuvered himself to where he'd meet the least air resistance, falling faster and faster in order to make every second count before, suddenly, he was introduced to the ground.
Luckily for him, hitting the ground at high velocity was one of the many ways to die in which a pool of blood would gather beneath the deceased. His healing rates greatly boosted, he managed to regain consciousness within the minute. It took him roughly the same amount of time to pick himself up off the cracked concrete and take a look around. There was a man with silver hair nearby, surrounded by floating books, who had been splattered by Carl's entrance. "Sorry about that," he said quickly, as he continued to look around. There was also a very small portion of the area that revealed another area completely, and from it he heard a woman's voice saying that there wasn't any point trying to save the enslaved.
Screw that. It was worth a try, at the very least.
He had more combat suited supers at his disposal, but only one was able to break telepathic links, and he seemed the best bet for showing the unknown woman that there was nothing wrong with putting forth a little extra effort in order to save a life. Carl grabbed a jar containing his remains (his liver, to be exact), popped off the top, and scooped in some of the puddle blood. He mumbled a few magic words to himself and presto! A bard started to appear, made of the same not-quite-fog as Midas was.
Bardtholomew was one of the lucky few supers whose powers were easy to control and also highly versatile. He also was lucky in that he had gotten a power that suited him exceptionally well, as he had absolutely adored all things musical. The one thing that Carl knew of that wasn't so lucky for Bardtholomew was the fact that he had been born blind. And also the fact that he died to a dragon. Two things that Carl knew of, he supposed.
"Bardtholomew," Carl said, his voice calm despite his worry about the situation. "Disrupt any psychic links in the immediate area. If it works, we'll move onto a bigger target area. If not, we'll try something else." If it worked, the dragon would be without the eyes and ears of its thralls. Or the thralls wouldn't get the information needed to work effectively. Either way, it would likely be helpful. Content with his plan, the young super turned to face the older man nearby. "Hello," he said, still somewhat apologetically.
Meanwhile, Bardtholomew was using his preferred instrument for the task: his voice. Though his features were barely visible, one could easily tell that he was screaming, except no audible noise came out of the ghost. Instead, it was similar to a dog whistle, except instead of driving canines insane, it severed telepathic ties with those within range. Carl doubted the portal would affect anything, as it was somehow a psychic musical note, but he admittedly had no clue. Bardtholomew's powers were the ones he understood the least of, as far as his ghosts were concerned.
Interference (Obfuscation) against immobile thralls
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The Keepers
Posts 24
Power Level 18
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Post by Ophiuchus on Oct 9, 2016 1:39:16 GMT -7
Due to his connection with the inordinate number of snakes in Emerald City, it was unsurprising that Ophiuchus would end up hearing about this bizarre threat. Although humanity was not high up on his protection list, he knew these zombie-like creatures and the dragon that spawned them were a serious threat to his serpentine friends. The human-snake hybrid headed Downtown accompanied by a tiger keelback snake that had been fed on toads as it could not produce its own venom, a western tiger snake that had draped itself around his shoulders and a spiny tree viper which, like the tiger keelback, had coiled itself around his arm.
Despite his snakes finding a relatively quick route, it still took some time for Ophiuchus to actually get to his destination. However, when he arrived, he wasted no time in spraying rattlesnake-like venom at the closest thralls like a spitting cobra.
Aggression (Destruction) against Gaunt Thralls
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Emerald City Bulwark
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Power Level 22
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Post by Rainfall on Oct 9, 2016 3:11:47 GMT -7
Rainfall followed Carl as he unstrapped himself and moved to the rear of the helicopter, hauling her heavy bag along with her. Unlike him, however, she didn't jump out, instead standing back and quietly watching him go, before setting down her luggage and unzipping it. The air was as decent a vantage point as any, and though the movement of the helicopter would hurt her aim, accuracy wasn't her priority today.
Against a dragon, she'd opted for raw power.
Out from the bag she lifted a heavy minigun, complete with a long belt of ammo and a custom-built tripod to hold it steady. Setting it down and quickly checking to make sure everything was in place, she took aim at the thickest part of the horde she could see, and opened fire.
The gun fired so fast, the individual shots couldn't be heard, instead melding into a constant, deafening buzz accompanied by irregular clanging and clinking as spent bullet casings bounced of the helicopter's hard floor. The bullets ploughed into the swarms of thralls and shredded everything they touched, moving down all but the most heavily armored enemies with ease.
Thinning their numbers, however, would only do so much. Rainfall's true aim was clearing a path, killing or dispersing the more mobile thralls to allow other supers to target those which couldn't move. The immobile thralls were the infrastructure for this invasion, and also its weakest point, and if her firepower could threaten the hordes enough to leave that point exposed, the defenders would have a chance to eliminate them and seize the advantage before things got out of hand.
Action: Aggression (Subdual) against Immobile Thralls
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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 9, 2016 9:59:18 GMT -7
Finally realizing that Limen doesn't actually have a flying motorcycle, Hivemind decided to focus on the real situation.
Noticing all the thralls in the city streets, an idea began clear to Hive. Stop them from moving. If we stopped the thralls from moving, we could lower casualties to civilians and structures. Knowing what he has to do, Hivemind took action.
Action: Aggression (Confinemnet) against Armored Thralls.
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Unaligned
Aw, what's wrong? Don't you trust me?
Posts 235
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Post by An0nymou5 on Oct 9, 2016 11:54:21 GMT -7
There were a lot of these horrid monstrosities all around him that he feel like he’s in his own zombie movie right now. They just keep on coming while the civilians are evacuating into what possibly a death trap. Unfortunately, no one would believe a faceless being that he wouldn’t be surprised if they thought he was with these thralls. He can detect quite a lot of familiar supers in the area, along with a few that he has never met before. Just like last time, everyone is focusing on defeating the dragon despite their factions.
“Now this is what I call a party.”
He said to himself as he whacked another thrall in the face with his sword cane. As far as he can tell, these things doesn’t have a mind, or at least not anymore. Some of these are quite harder to hit because of their thick armor-like skin, and he want to stay clear away from those machine-flesh hybrid for now. He continued to use his power in order to locate the dragon’s thought, but so far he got nothing in return. It couldn’t be too far away from the city right? Even if the dragon can control these people like puppet, it still need to be close by in order to give command to them. After all, a dragon’s power is the same thing as a super has, according to Geata. That could only mean one thing:
The creature is somewhere underground. His mind-reading ability is quite powerful after many practice, but it still have a hard time penetrating through thick solid layer of steel and concrete. The only problem is that it can be anywhere underground: the sewer, the subway system, or even the utility system, or whatever underground cave that it made for itself; too many possibilities and not enough time to check it all. However, he chuckled at a little thought in his mind; fortunately, he might know just a girl who might be able to help.
Searching each thought of everyone present here until he finally able to locate where Azoth is standing, Anonymous quickly make his way through the thralls in order to get there. Since some of these thralls are still half-way transform, he pulled out three small vials with yellow liquid in them and threw them at the group. If these thralls still have some human-anatomy left in them, the horrid smell from the volatile liquid might be enough to make room for him to run through.
Action: Aggression (Subdual) against Incomplete Thralls
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