Tira looked closer at the ninja, who had stood motionless and not seemed to react much to her. The Hand? That's a silly name for ninjas! Why would you wanna call yourselves that? Shouldn't you be something like "The Shadows" or "The Hidden Blades" or something ninja like? What do hands have to do with being a ninja?
Tira then caught sight of the man walking onto the ceiling, and her attention was grabbed by the strange sight. Woh! Hey, you up there, how are you doing that? Is there some kinda wire you're using to hold yourself up there?
edited 2nd Sep '15 9:28:51 AM by Meanken
Gavrill, Rockefeller Center, Ice Rink
When Ahriman had finished posturing, Gavrill met him with a look of abject half-awake boredom that any examination of her mind would confirm was completely genuine.
"Yeah, that's... you're very scary. Yes. Chilling, even. I'll get right on that. Because I'm so scared."
edited 3rd Sep '15 3:04:15 PM by Vox
Did you know this section has a character limit?
The Hand - Near Rockerfeller
House fell back off of Sky and House stumbled away as the Power Ranger leaped upwards.
House took the hits straight to the chest, and they punched straight through. The ninja crumbled into dust as it died, the same as Bull did when Atrocitus pulled him apart.
Speaking of Atrocitus, Bear glanced at him only to see a mangled face and corpse that quickly decayed into nothing. A self-destruct, just as the Hand had.
Bear's attention was brought back to Sky as he screamed for help. He charged forwards, aiming to smash his sword into the visor of Sky's helmet.
Sy Duir - Chrysler
"I didn't name it that, I just inherited the group. It's something to do with Japanese islands. I like to think of it as a third hand to hit people with. Plus, "The Shadows" is the name of Cliff Richard's old band, and "The Hidden Blades" is taken by an organization of assassins back home."
Ross glanced at Tira from the ceiling, and smirked.
"Magic, lass. I'm a wall-walker. I use magic to alter the effect of gravity on me. I can go up walls and onto ceilings. I'm also very good with doors."
"Fuck!"
Ross glanced at Sy, and fell to the ground.
"Wass wrong?"
"Fucker dressed up as a blue Cleaver won't die."
"Want us to deal with that?"
"Sure, but be careful, they just called for backup. And don't try and use their weapons, they have a self-destruct."
The rest of soldiers did a few seconds of weapon checking (and in two cases, weapon swapping), before the group of six starting walking toward the elevators.
"You know, if you really wanna kill something, go with them." Sy said, glancing at Tira. "It's only an eight minute walk from here-"
"We're gonna jack some wheels."
"Or a two minute drive, and the fucker who's still down there's just called for friends." They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
When Tira was asked if she would like to go and kill people, her reaction was predictable.
Oh, yes, please! I need to get out of this damn place! She turned to her raven, still on her shoulder, and whispered a few words into his ear. Go and have the rest of the flock follow us. Don't show yourselves unless I am in danger. The raven cawed in understanding, then flew out the broken window.
Tira then turned back to Zeal for a moment, and put down Maria's arm near her. Hey, Zealy, I'll be out for a while, could you watch my arm while I'm gone? Kay thanks! She said, not waiting for a response as she ran to follow the group of weird men. So, I'm confused guys. Which one of you guys is Jack? And how is a wheel going to help us get to this rock thing any faster?
*retcon*
edited 4th Sep '15 1:04:18 AM by Chabal2
Vampire Hunter
Maria Renard & Queen Zeal, Chrysler Building
"Thank you," Maria said to the soldier who gave her the tablecloth as a covering, but Queen Zeal looked annoyed.
"...FINE!" Zeal unweaved the tablecloth and then had it fuse with the clothing left on Maria, changing the shirt and shorts combination into a shirt that covered her entire body besides her arms and pants which did cover her legs. They were still green like the clothing Zeal had made for Maria before and they were still made of the form fitting, latex-like material. Queen Zeal seemed rather annoyed at Tesseract's forces, when Tira asked to leave.
"Yeah, of course, I will... Just remember our agreement," Queen Zeal said to the assassin calmly as she was given Maria's arm. "And they mean they are going to steal a car."
Suddenly, Schala Zeal crawled in through the broken window, and panted as she caught her breath laying on the ground.
"Flying is hard... but I am here as you wished, Davros," Schala said to the others. "Desco has joined the fight with Greed and Blackfire in Times Square, and she has raised the dead."
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Paranormal Activity VII
Ryuko - Times Square
"Did you see what happened back there, Senketsu?! I thought we beat that guy! How the hell did that THING come from?!" Ryuko said as she ran from the transformed beastman. Senketsu glanced at Ryuko. Hell if I know, Ryuko! I've no idea how we're gonna stop whatever that thing was back there! Senketsu answered back. Ryuko swerved away from wreckage and abandoned cars, but was blindsided by the sudden appearance of the Lizard's other bloodied headless half. The sudden appearance of the dead Lizard slipped up Ryuko, and she landed on the pavement face first.
As Ryuko picked herself off from the ground, she was then greeted by the thunderous re-appearance by the monster Samus. The force of his landing in front of her tripped her up again and the rancid smell coming from him shook her back into consciousness. Her eyes fell onto Samus' eyes as it evilly glared at the girl, and with a grin gave her an overhead slash aimed right at her. It came so fast, Ryuko could not shield from the slash and was knocked completely away from the beastman, and landed hard onto the side of a parked car, knocking her out when she landed on the ground. Senketsu immediately turned back into his default form.
Ryuko!? Hey! Ryuko, get up! he frantically said trying to get her back up.
Your works are one trope short.
Wrong Thread, derp. :V
edited 2nd Sep '15 8:42:00 PM by Makaioh
Sasuke, checking in
"Hey!" Sasuke came dashing to check on Ryuko after the fight with Samus. "You need help?!"
He knelt down next to her, holding his weapons while he kept an eye on Rayman.
Sky, now getting a chance to fight back
Sky kept his T-Phone after he made the call before he saw the last ninja (He hoped) coming in when he did a quick sweep of his surroundings.
"Dammit." He repeated the same message that he did with his SWAT headset with the same message before he had to dodge by sidestepping to the left, only receiving a strong scratch on his SPD ranger helmet. But before he did that, he fired the Deltamax Striker six times on the ninja's legs to immobilize him.
The ranger could only hope his shots can make it. If his shots can't make it at all, then his reputation as one of the SPD's best shooters is shattered.
These guys aren't going down, which means I need to disable them."'
huzzaaaaaaaah
Chrysler Building
"Oh, come on."
The Overlords in the Chrysler building would have to wink twice before being able to see Tatu, leaning against the wall and watching wistfully out of the many windows the room had, staring in the direction of Broadway. He was wearing a top hat, tuxedo and tails, along with a black and white cane- although, like always, he had no shoes- and a big dumb frown on his face. "I was hoping to catch a show. Performers get extra entertaining when being consumed by a ball of fire."
He tapped the side of his head, adjusting his hat before sighing. "I guess I can settle for some good news. How goes the hunt for my three symbols?"
Helicarrier
Sokka felt his grip tighten around the base of his sword. "You." He said to Sif, who up until now had remained on the corner, muttering to herself in a seemingly never-ending chant. "You're coming with me."
"Excuse me?" Sif spoke up, glancing down at the boy.
"You're coming with me. I won't repeat it." Sokka motioned at Sif's sword. "Take your blade, we're going to cut that plant down to size. Stop it from causing any more trouble." He spun around on his feet, pointing at Coulson. "Is there any way I can bring down that map with me?"
"Iiii can help with that!" A voice came from the back of the main room, as a young man
◊ rushed forward with a two finger glove on one hand and a soda cup on the other. "Hi. Pleased to meet you. I'm Cisco. And this," He presented him with the glove. "Is my portable commander glove. With it, you can put up holographic projections of the map and contact anyone connected to our communications network."
"... what?" Sokka muttered, extremely confused.
"You'll be able to bring the map down with you and talk to whoever you want." Coulson stepped in, knowing Cisco's technobabble levels were extremely high. "Although I don't recommend going down right now, kid, you're—"
"I'm not a kid, okay?" Sokka replied, interrupting Coulson as he put on the glove. "I know what I'm doing... and I've stayed up here far too long. I've got to go help my friends- they need me right now, got it?" Turning to Sif, he gave her a final look that said are you coming with me or not, to which Sif replied with a somber nod. She reached over to grip Sokka in the shoulder, and the two disappeared...
Central Park
Medusa would feel a sudden twinge from her plants, as they detected two new forms arriving at her domain. Sokka and Sif walked into the park, blades drawn, but the Asgardian was quick to conjure a flame shield around them, eyes scanning the overgrown park for signs of activity.
"Eyes surround us." Sif whispered under her breath. "I don't think your friends survived, despite what you may have been told...
Rockefeller Center
Loki raised his hands in the air. "Yes, you got me. That was a hand, and I told you it was a head. The reason for that is simple: I truly did not expect you to stoop to the level of a serial villain. Seriously, my dear Ahriman: you want us to kill them to prove our betrayal? We're sociopaths. We'd kill them even if we didn't want to betray them!"
"So, yes. I saw an unexpected obstacle and dealt with it the way a trickster would. Now, consider this, Ahriman... would we have gone to such absurd lengths to backstab you and your friends? This planet is already under your control, they just don't know it yet. What the Hel would that accomplish? One of you would die, the planet would remain under the control of your group and we'd be vaporized instantly. It's just... such a dumb plan."
"And now you ask us to kill them. Tell me, what exactly does this prove? That we don't like our teammates?... you can look into our head and see the hatred we harbor for them. That we are willing to kill? Instants ago, I undid a spell of mine that revealed the location of the three hidden evacuation points, killing millions... and Gavrill is a machine literally designed for killing. That we truly want to kill our former teammates? I provided you with the name of one of them, willfully assisting in her death, and Gavrill is responsible for a few grim deaths in past missions. Also the whole bridge thing again."
"What has brought on this lack of trust? Is it the fact I hid Kryptonite from one of your teammates? Yes, I did that, because Kryptonite is a crutch. All that it does is momentarily weaken Superman and inflate your sense of strength. Rely too much on it and, surprise, the Man of Steel overcomes his weakness and defeats you. Look back to all of the things I have done, Ahriman. I have helped your group every step of the way. So, yes, you could ask me and Gavrill to kill our friends, and you'd get extra confirmation of something you already know to be true. Or... we can cut all this useless lack of trust and I can help all of you eliminate these nuisances with a flick of a switch."
"Your choice, really. You see, me and Gavril couldn't be less bothered by all of these." Loki finished, shrugging. "We know what happens to dead Seekers."
edited 3rd Sep '15 3:03:08 PM by Stratofarius
Mancunian Candidate
Jetstream Sam: Still Not Wall Street.
"Sewers, ay?" parroted Sam, deflecting a minute and half of sarcasm with a grin and a raised eyebrow. The cargo didn't budge, not just yet, but the weight shifted, heaving Armani into a more comfortable position on his pauldron. His eyes scanned the street, until he found his exit staring him down from under two inches of murky filth.
In his mind's eye, it winked. You do this all the time, it whispered, smug as a successful high school classmate. You practically live down here.
"Not bad at all, kid. Alright, you two, you heard the man. Nitori, you come in last, see if you can speed us along with one of those water spells. Zombie, you bring Jinta."
Armani landed back on his feet with a dull splash and some severely stained leggings, a hand landing momentarily on his shoulder as a token as reassurance, or maybe just a firm gesture to wipe out any ideas he had about running. If you squinted hard enough, the two were the same thing.
The manhole cover came up with one hand, and street started slowly draining - offended by the invasion, sewer air came wafting out by way of counter-attack, and Sam felt renewed gratitude for his re-breather. The moonlight glinted off a ladder, several mysterious varieties of slime growing between the bricks, and a shallow stream of underground foulness disturbed by the influx of surface foulness. Looking up, Sam realised he'd half been expecting sewer mutants.
"Zombie, you take point. Nitori, you take the rear. If you've never been rode the sewer express before, you might want to cover your noses. Trust me."
Meanwhile, In Japan, Far From Anything Resembling Action:
"Metal Gear, huh?"
"Yes, Vaas. Metal Gear."
"Cool. Metal Gear. What the fuck is a Metal Gear?"
"The project has a long history. In the late fifties, certain elements within the Soviet military began research and development on a-"
"No, no, stop. That's not what I fucking asked, hermano. I need you to listen carefully. What. The fuck. Is a Metal Gear?"
"A nuclear tank. By and large, at least. Mobile, comparatively stealthy, and able to effect a launch from any landmass on the planet. The idea was that mutually assured destruction could be circumvented by an undetectable launch, or in the early stages an unpredictable one. The precursor projects used tank treads or screw-propulson, but since the Peace Walker project all models have instead-"
"Motherfucker?"
"It's... a walking nuclear tank. The model you should ask for is Metal Gear REX. REX. Remember that. That's crucial, Vaas. It's the only nuclear-capable design intended to survive an enemy assault."
"Alright. Why the fuck do we need it? I hear the radios, hermano. We just killed Superman. We just captured like half of their fucking team. They're dropping like flies out there."
"And if any survive, we'll enter a war of attrition. If they achieve a victory, and they will in time, people will rally behind them. It doesn't matter how many. Once they become martyrs, we've already lost. We don't own this world. Not yet. Think of REX as an insurance policy, or a political tool. You do understand the ramifications of becoming a nuclear power?"
"And? This isn't... whenever the fuck you're from. Every motherfucker is a nuclear power."
"That's exactly why it matters. We don't have to pay attention to the only thing holding them back. We don't have to use it. The mere knowledge of its existence, the mere rumours of its capabilities, that will do everything for us. In the ecology of nuclear politics, we have access to the superior meme. The apex predator. Once they come into contact, there's no going back."
"...wow. Seriously? Holy shit. Fuck you, just, wow. When we tell them about this, don't fucking say that. I'm serious. Do not talk like that. Do not fucking say that. Talk like, talk a real motherfucker. Talk like a human being."
"You can't fight nature, Vaas"
"Alright, we're fucking done. Fuck you."
Dio Brando: Pier 92.
The journey - my journey, at least - was swift and appreciably bracing. At my altitude, the air ran cold, and the scents of human carnage were replaced by a refreshing air of water vapour and thinning oxygen. The wind whipped around my hair, my belt, what remained of my trousers, teasing goosebumps from the flesh of a corpse.
From above, lit intermittently by fires and those few lucky enough to have uninterrupted electricity, moon all but snuffed out by debris and smoke, the city gleamed brightly along the ley lines of habitation. Skyscrapers rose to try and intercept me - nn passing I ran my fingers along the roof the highest, taking a trail of condensation.
As my destination came into view, the air grew colder still. I'd been promised a fortress of ice, and the promise had been fulfilled - it glistened, an intricate castle translucent in the moonlight, all pointed roofs and lofty spires, an architecture given over entirely to the pursuit of an artful verticality. There was no tactical advantage to it, no need to erect such an intricate structure for temporary use, no clear weaponry that could be put to use in its defence. It existed only to be beautiful, and by being beautiful, it existed, a fleeting sculpture with no purpose beyond the aesthetic.
A bulwark surrounded the castle on the side of land, creating a fleeting keep for this seat of a fleeting kingdom - within its embrace I saw only two members not eclipsed from my view, rendered indistinct shapes by the distance between us. One stood. One, larger, was almost on his knees. I had no fear of being spotted - if the distance rendered them indistinct to my eyes, I was all but invisible to theirs.
There was a third, out in the river - whatever power had erected this castle had also frozen it solid, in places opaque and in other translucent, and there was a lone figure treading upon its surface. Beyond it lay New Jersey, untouched by this temporary realm. In that moment, I understood. The purpose of this display was an evacuation.
Three counted, I dropped my altitude sharply, returning to the earth a street or two away from that glimmering fortress. I say this often, but in a fight, not in warfare, but in a personal fight, numbers are the crucial element. Numbers define victory. This is a fundamental tennet of the artless art of street fighting, and even now, even with this body, even with the power of my Stand, this cannot be ignored. Instead, it must be circumvented.
I had counted three, and I assumed more were lurking unseen, and so the observable odds were three-against-one. The correct approach, the only possible approach with victory in mind, was to reduce the odds to three quick successions of one-against-one - I assumed my enemies also understood this. Between overestimation and defeat, the former is always preferable.
So I retrieved a distraction with which to begin my assault, a distraction I believe was manufactured by Honda, perhaps Hyundai. There was, according to the back window, a baby on board. The World lifted it easily enough, hefting it onto one shoulder and bracing it by the wheel arch and the transaxle.
I lingered over its silhouette, ran my fingers over the hood, before departing once again. I've long admired the automobile.
The street was deserted, incidentally, and I pulled that weapon from a long line of its fellows, abandoned in the early stages of this city's mass exodus. Aside from dropped purses, abandoned luggage, even an orphaned shoe, there remained no evidence of their ever having inhabited this moonlit tableu. Their lives had been suspended, cut by the strings that supported them at the moment our attack had begun, and all that remained were the empty husks. Worlds had ended here - inconsequential worlds, the pitiful worlds of bread, but worlds nonetheless.
And suddenly, as the image drifted away from my feet, I knew what was in the air. I knew why I felt powerful. This was not the thrill of a single colossal victory, but the background hum of thousands upon thousands of tiny ones, inconsequential conquests, meaningless little things given purpose only in their destruction.
It was, I suppose, the smell of baking bread.
In any case, I approached the bulwark once again, keeping myself low, keeping myself unseen beneath the horizon of their wall. The weight of the automobile on the World slowed me, but not enough to provide an inconvenience. As I drew nearer and nearer, as I began to feel the prickling of anticipation, I activated Davros' gift with a simply gesture of my eyes.
"I'm beginning the attack," I said, simply. "Hurry yourselves."
And then I rose, sharply. The World kicked against the ground, cracking the tarmac - that noise was the only warning they received.
Above the wall, there was a moment, a split-second, in which I could see them. She, the stern-eyed warrior-woman, standing tall, a head of scarlet hair trailing low against a sparsely ornamented breastplate. He, the hulking shaven brute, all in leather and stubble, one hand removed entirely and the other replaced with a chainsaw. I saw my enemies, and they saw me, smiling in a way I simply could not suppress. They saw my Stand, hovering diligently at my side. They saw the Honda resting on its shoulder, or perhaps they saw the Hyundai.
And then, as quickly as it had come, before their eyes could finish widening, that instant passed. I'd already taken aim at the larger man, the instinctive superior threat.
I threw the automobile.
edited 3rd Sep '15 12:15:15 PM by OG-Sama
Mahou Shoujo Lyrical Fist
Estelle - Pier 92
She watched as Dio appeared in the sky hefting one of the strange machines of this world, and knew it instinctively, this was an enemy. As much as she hated it she had faced enough people meaning her harm by now to recognize it. That malice, that palpable intent to kill, but there was something more about this person. She could feel it. He was rotten to core and nothing could bring him back to side of humanity.
Without a word Estelle clasped her hands together, and began to chant. She weaved a spell to support her allies, Erza, Jack, and the others. Her mana flowed into them allowing them to go above and beyond their normal limits.
edited 3rd Sep '15 2:16:41 PM by Azure
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Jack saw Dio arriving, carrying a car with him. He contacted the others. "Shit, we got incoming, are its - " The vampire then tossed the car at him. The Chaser reacted quickly, unsheathing the Gator Tooth and using the chainsaw to block the incoming projectile and slice it in half. The two halves continued their trajectory, falling harmless behind him and catching on fire.
"We're being attack by the guy who was fighting Black Adam," Jack said. "I repeat, the guy fighting Black Adam is here at Pier 92!"
edited 3rd Sep '15 1:40:04 PM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Tesseract - In Transit
The amount of abandoned vehicles per block had increased significantly the closer he gotten to the Hudson River. Unsurprising, due to the evacuation being centered on it. Thankfully, Tesseract had thought ahead.
Many users of the motorcycle considered themselves immune to traffic laws, undertaking and overtaking simply because they could. These abilities had become quite useful as the traffic built.
Tesseract weaved between the last set of cars and began the drive down Pier 86. It was even more crowded that the streets: several planes had fallen off of the Intrepid and onto the Pier. Tesseract recognized an F-16 and what appeared to be an SR-71, both crumpled on the concrete.
Surprisingly, the Concorde at the end of the pier was still intact, and Tesseract left the bike beneath it. He made his way onto the edge of the pier, and stepped onto the ice.
Walking on ice was like riding a bicycle: it was something that, once done, was easily brought back. Only a momentary slickness effected him, but he soon began his arc towards Pier 92.
He moved through the shadows, and through the throngs of people, towards the centre of the river, but ever north. As Dio signaled the beginning of the attack, Tesseract glanced towards his eventual destination as it lit up with fighting.
By the time he stopped, Tesseract was still quite a distance away from the Pier. In fact, with the natural darkness that loomed over the Hudson, not one of Seekers would be able to see him.
He still waited, though. He was waiting for their backs to turn, for all of them to face Dio and the eventual Kirei. And then, like a knife in the back, he would strike.
A single Hand - Near Rockerfeller
Sky's shots tore Bear's left leg to shreds. All the remained after the six laser shots was a bleeding stump, and the ninja crashed to the ground.
Before Sky could follow up, the ninja dropped his sword, and raised his right arm in surrender, his left clutching his stump of a leg.
Of course, he was just stalling for time. He needed the Power Ranger to stay here until the backup arrived.
Ross Dissent and the fighting five - Outside Chrysler
Ross led the soldiers, and Tira, out of the lobby of the Chrysler Building and towards the first van he could find. He knelt at the driver's side door, and blew into his hands before holding his palm over the lock.
One of the men simply smiled, while the other four looked on in confusion. Then, with a click, the lock opened and Ross swung the door open.
He leaned in, and performed the same trick on the ignition, the engine putt-putt-putting into life, as expected with an old van.
The soldiers piled in, and kept the door open for Tira, expectantly.
Sy Duir - Chrysler
Sy grinned at Zeal, and tossed another tablecloth over Maria.
"Skintight is still pretty revealing, and Geneva says you gotta give her dignity."
It was at this point Tatu arrived, and lamented the loss of Broadway, before inquiring on the state of their capturing.
"Well, this is Fletcher Renn, from me and the Boss's universe. He's a teleporter. The Boss thought that he stood for Unity because, well, he's a teleporter, and with him, their other teammates were only seconds away. He kept the team unified physically, if not teamwork-wise. And that's Zeal's capture, who she says stands for love. So, Courage left."
Strange. Sy had expected Tatu to be more Care Bears than Broadway, based on his request for beacons.
He also noted a conversation between Vaas and the Cyborg fuck back in Japan. Apparently, Cyborg Fuck wanted a walking robo-tank that fired undetectable nukes.
He was a bastard, but he was a clever bastard, Sy had to give him that.
edited 3rd Sep '15 1:46:20 PM by GeekCodeRed
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Vampire Hunter
Queen Zeal & Maria Renard, Chrysler Building
"I don't see why we should follow whatever idiotic rules this planet has made for itself," Queen Zeal glared at Sy Duir. "Besides, one of us destroyed the UN, so I don't think those rules even apply anymore."
Before she could complain more, Tatu appeared though she had to wink twice to see him, "Ah, yes... Broadway's destroyed?"
"That's disappointing," Queen Zeal frowned in displeasure, having wanted Broadway to survive, but pulled out her own communicator to send a message to all the other Overlords. "Everyone, capture the beacon of courage and have them sent to the Chrysler Building as soon as possible."
"Yes, she has a large amount of love in her heart," Queen Zeal explained as Maria tried to struggle and had a look of abject horror on her face, having realized who Sy Duir and Zeal were talking to.
"Fletcher, wake up!" Maria pleaded with Fletcher. "We've got to get out of here now!"
"I am a goddess of love now and... Well, I can just tell that she has a large amount of love in her heart," Queen Zeal explained to the others. "And it is the purest type of love... love of animals, love for the fellow man, and love to even try to help those in need over herself."
"Come on, Fletcher!" Maria struggled more with her bonds, trying to free herself or use her currently suppressed magic or anything. "Please wake up..."
"Tira helped with her capture, and we did some damage to her, but we preserved her arm so I can fix her if you need me to," Queen Zeal showed Tatu Maria's Arm as she bowed to her knees. "Is Maria Renard acceptable as the Beacon of Love and Fletcher Renn acceptable as the Beacon of Unity?"
edited 3rd Sep '15 2:46:40 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Tira watched as the man broke the lock by....blowing air into it? Tira was now once again confused. The guy said he could walk on walls, not break locks. As she stepped into the van, she voiced this thought.
Hey, Mr wall walky guy, how did you do that? I thought you said you were a wall walker, not...er, a lock.....blower....thingy.
As Tira finished voicing this thought, she took a seat, looking at the man sitting across from her. Or, more accurately, his gun. Tira's Gloomy side started thinking as she stared at it. She had dismissed the usefulness of these new weapons at first, but she had time to consider now, and gloomy was starting to rethink her stance. Jolly had not budged from her position that guns were boring, but Gloomy did not care horribly about that. These guns could come in handy. She could always use a quick, brutal deliverer of death. And if you fired right, you didn't even have to hear them moan and whine afterward, always a plus. Less screaming, but apparently if you aimed right, they'd still scream just as much.
Hey, I have a question for you people. I want to try these new gun things for myself. Test them out, see how useful they are. Who has a spare gun I can use?
Meanwhile, as the van began to move, Tira's remaining birds flew off after it, following along from the air.
The birds following Dio had found their task simple. The man was easy to see, given he was in the air, and he payed no attention to what was around him. The birds following Tesseract had similarly found their task easy, although they had to speed up a bit when he hopped on a bike. Both groups found themselves at the same location, and thus had the same reaction to the ice fortress, confusion. They had not seen anything of this sort before, and they saw no apparent reason it should be here, on the river which was also frozen for reasons beyond the flock. Yet here it stood.
The group following Dio quickly flew onto the edge of a building on the shoreline of the river and watched as....something came out of him. They were unsure what it was. Not a human, for sure. Whatever it was, it grabbed a nearby car and it and the blond shirtless man approached the ice fortress. The unknown thing tossed the car at a one handed man, who sliced the car in half with a blade of some form. This much, at least, the flock was used to. These sorts of battles were highly common in this city, and the flock noted each move of the participants for later reporting to their mistress.
Meanwhile, the birds following Tesseract also came to a stop at a building, different from the one the other birds were on. They watched as the man dismounted his bike, walked onto the lake toward the fortress. Then he stopped, and just stood there. The birds tilted their heads in confusion. Why had he stopped? He did not appear to be injured. A few caws were exchanged between the birds. Then a consensus was reached. A single bird would fly in closer and see if they could see why the man had come to a stop. Said bird quickly took off, and flew in closer, circling above as it tried to identify any possible reason the man would have stopped.
edited 3rd Sep '15 4:04:52 PM by Meanken
Paranormal Activity VII
Erza - Pier 92
Erza took notice to the appearance of Dio and the car he was casually carrying with him. Just as soon as he arrived, he tossed the car over to the group, clearly showing his intent with his appearance. After Jack had acted quickly and sawed the incoming car in half with his weapon (Erza made a mental note to ask the Chaser about that weapon when this was over), Erza immediately took a battle stance and pointed her sword at Dio.
"We have all of the civilians in the fortress do we? It's obvious what this person is targeting." Erza said over to the other Seekers.
Your works are one trope short.
"Going on the defensive then," Jack responded, going into a stance, waiting for Dio to make the next move.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
Gavrill, Rockefeller Center
"No, if he really needs more convincing that won't be a problem. I think I know just the one... this shouldn't take long."
Turning away from Loki and Ahriman, Gavrill swiftly left the building and headed out into the street. Despite what the big tin windbag had said, Jack wasn't her target.
The Mighty Pen
Desco's wild, overpowered spell impacted Urza's mental defenses with the equivalent of a punch from a titan engine. His shields cracked at once, holding together only through sheer force of will, and still the pervasive magic seeped through, screaming at him.
What are you doing, you fool? Kill her! Face her! She's going to kill you if you keep ignoring her, idiot!
It was only made worse by the fact that the logical part of his mind agreed completely. Desco had proven herself the biggest threat simply by blocking them from planeswalking away. He had to defeat her while remembering to keep eyes on all the other fighters on the field. Blackfire would recover at any moment, the demonic lizard had the advantage of Ryuko, and Greed was still as unstoppable as ever, Mordin could not delay him forever. He needed an army. Fortunately, he had several, anchored to the timeshift gems he had crafted and waiting between moments to be called into action. But which one? He wished there had been time to consult with Mordin about upgrading the arms and armor of the Metathran, but there it was.
Rising up into the air to get out of the reach of Greed and the daemonhost, Urza turned to look squarely at Desco for the first time. She was immensely powerful to the eyes of anyone with magic, her aura crackled with might. But then, so was he. And unlike her, he had many allies.
"We are cut off from dimensional travel," he reported over the comms, "And under heavy attack still. I am attempting to eliminate the person responsible for the block."
The artificer bent his mind onto a particular timeshift gem, and more shapes suddenly were around him, emerging from temporal stasis.
Attack, he commanded them, and where before a meager five falcon engines had flown, now five hundred of them rose in a glittering, razor-edged swarm, rapidly spreading out and then converging upon Desco from every possible direction. That was not all. She surely had a way to deal with them, so he would provide a distraction. As Blackfire had reminded him earlier, mental magic worked both ways and they were linked, however tenuously, by her attempt to enthrall his mind.
Translucent, radiant chains of light
burst into existence around her, doing their level best to immobilize his opponent, physically and mentally both. The power of the ordered magic was meant to completely restrain any enemy and its touch was stillness and silence. If she was fighting his spellpower, she was not defending herself against his falcons. Simple but effective.
Sky, doing what he does best as a space cop
Sky immediately shattered the ninjato to pieces with his Deltamax Striker. Afterwards, he used his T-Phone again.
"It's me, Sky. I'm alive and well. Just need to liaise with someone, over."
He kept it and aimed the weapon at the limp ninja.
"It's time to be judged for your crimes!"
Sky brought out his SPD Morpher and activated Judge mode.
"You're being charged for actively participating on the raid in New York City and for the premeditated murders of civilians, law enforcement and emergency personnel, as well as for the deaths of individuals sent in for search and rescue!"
"JUDGEMENT TIME!" The deep baritone voice came out of the morpher.
Suddenly, a loud, but informative voice began to speak through the morpher while the hologram of a giant stopwatch appeared in front of Sky while the [X] and [O] symbols appeared, blinking from left to right on an alternate scale. They also appeared on his morpher.
"For criminals, the SPD can receive assistance from the SPD's top judicial authorities in determining if a suspect is found guilty or innocent."
The [X] and [O] began to alternate after one another once more, only this time by moving faster.
Streets of New York
-Below the city's surface, Nerubians work tirelessly to secure their new kingdom. Anub'arak having no intention of losing the underground to natives or expansion-minded Overlords, swarms of spidermen roam the tunnels and sewers, chipping away at walls and holding the rubble in place with webbing, creating deadfalls that will block access in seconds, while others weave a vast network of invisible silken threads, the smallest vibration informing the Nerubians of an intrusion. Others scour the passages seeking out any live prey they can, from stray animals to marginalized humans to stranger creatures knowing little of daylight.-
-A small hunting party below a deserted street hear a manhole clink as it is stepped on by a large creature. The spiderlings continue securing their struggling catch in webbing, while the larger warriors cling to the ceiling, pinpointing the target's size and location through its vibrations.-
-The Nerubians burrow upwards, claws scrabbling madly as they breach the surface, dropping a large chunk of asphalt with its occupant into the sewer below. Quickly sealing the hole, they return to the now pitch-plack underground, the remaining ambushers already casting their webs over Gavrill.-
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Ross Dissent and the Mercs - Chrysler
"Like I said, lass. I'm good with doors."
One of the two soldiers in the front seats glanced at Tira's request for a gun, and passed a P90 and spare ammunition back to her. If she looked closely, she could tell the two in the front were actually twins.
After a few moments, the van came to a lurching halt, before quickly reversing and stopping again.
"Go." came the word from the front seat, and Ross opened the back door of the van...
The Hand and friends - Near Rockerfeller
Bear still lay there, clutching his leg. Just a few moments more...
As if on cue, a van rounded a nearby corner, and reversed towards Sky and the ninja. It halted around twenty meters, and for a moment, it looked like that would be it.
Then the back doors of the van burst open, and hell was unleashed.
Two men stepped out and began firing single shots at Sky, strafing towards opposite sides of the street. Another pair stepped out after them, and began firing shots at the Power Ranger, following their predecessors. Both pairs dived behind cars on their sides of the street, before popping up again and unleashing several more shots.
As soon as Tira left the van, the two drivers would speed away down the street, the doors still hanging open. They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Sky, now not able to render Judgement
"Forget it! You're guilty anyway..."
Sky immediately holstered his SPD Morpher and fired a few laser shots from his Deltamax Striker at the downed ninja before he decided on a tactical retreat.
May as well get out of here. If I stick around any more, I'm dead as a doornail.
The SPD ranger ran down the street, keeping low and using the abandoned vehicles for cover as he went towards the directions of Times Square. He alternated between running while crouching and fast crawling at the same time. Sky took the time to fire the Deltamax Striker at his pursuers while crouch running, hoping to get an abandoned vehicle to leak fuel and blow up.
He felt a shot whizz near his right temple.
Nearly got me.
Or maybe it was from the air.
edited 4th Sep '15 5:41:35 AM by Ominae
Sky, now all by his lonesome.
Sky was now concentrating to not let go of the Delta Grip since one of them ninjas was punching him in the head and chest with the other one stomping on his right arm. The vest and the helmet were able to deflect much of the pain, though the ranger didn't like it when someone was punching him hard. He can feel it right now.
Well, he got his grip on the Delta Baton still. Maybe... maybe he can do something to turn the table even though Atrocious and Toph are out of the picture permanently. But after the former took out the ninja stomping his arm.
I need... to LIVE!
Taking advantage of the situation, Sky went into action by getting back at the ninja straddling him when he concentrated his energy to punch him really hard in the nose to get him off.
He followed this up by combining the Delta Grip and Baton and fired it at the ninja non-stop as the Deltamax Striker with one hand. The ranger fired off several laser shots until he can confirm that he's down.
In the meantime, the ranger got a grip on his T-Phone and quickly opened the line. "This is Sky Tate to all friendlies. I'm under attack in Rockefeller Center. Atrocious is KIA. I repeat, Atrocious is KIA! I also got another KIA in here!! Get some help here!"
edited 3rd Sep '15 7:10:12 AM by Ominae