The Mighty Pen
Tali - Team One - The Beasts
Tali watched in sickened fascination as their attackers' flesh shifted and flowed, and they changed from beast to human. Not only that, but clothed, armed, and armored humans, how did that work? If the factions here had that kind of tech, why were these people armed so comparatively poorly? Nothing about this place made any sense. She shoved it all back into the 'deal with it later' part of her mind, which was in danger of becoming overcrowded. It always was, though. There was no point in trying to cuff or restrain them if they could just shift out of any restraints. Maybe something chemical, to render them unconscious? But dosages were such a tricky thing to get right, she could kill them by accident, even if she had the right fabrication programs in her omnitool. What worked on ordinary humans, like chloroform, might not work on them, or it might cause a bad reaction.
She gestured towards the door with her shotgun.
"Move back to join your leader outside. Slowly, and keep your hands where we can see them." Then she raised one finger to activate comms.
"You can come out now, but stay alert. Don't kill anyone else unless they try something. Scott, that goes for you in particular, I can see you doing that."
She heard others talking outside, and was very interested in what they were saying. Belatedly, she tapped a key to switch the two combat drones to standby mode.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
Scott scoffed at the man's answer, still obviously upset. These people just didn't get it! When you beat someone, they were supposed to explode into coins! Only protagonists like himself were supposed to bleed. This wasn't cool at all. "That's not even the same thing! Urgh, you know what fine! I will!" Then he shot Tali an indignant look. "What? Why would I do that? The fight is over already. It's not fun if they're not fighting back."
The Canadian stalked off, grumbling under his breath.
Only to come back a moment later, and crouch down to grab the man's sword and start removing it. He glared at the man as he did so, almost asking him to complain. "And I'm taking this. It's a cool sword."
Then he stalked back off, his own sword in one hand and the new one in another. He quickly came to a stop in front of one of the corpses, shoving Power of Heartbreak back into his chest as he did. Staring down at it, a strange pit of something began to form in his gut. Did he really want to loot these guys? It felt kind of... wrong.
Who cares? They were trying to kill you, and you always loot the bodies after a fight. It's pretty much the rule of games. Not like they didn't have it coming.
But still...
Shaking his head, Scott crouched down and hesitantly got to work. He frowned at the guns, and tossed them to the side. He didn't have the proficiency for guns, so they were useless. Same with the knives, and he already had a sword. Wait, make that two swords now. He grinned down at his new blade. Then he groaned. "This suuuucks. They don't have anything good on them."
Maybe if he checked their actual bodies? Frowning again, he started to pat down the body of one of the soldiers, looking through its pockets and bags for anything even mildly interesting or worthwhile; Ignoring the sense of self-disgust that seemed to be hovering in the back of his head.
Reimu - Team 1
Reimu ignored the scowls of the shapechanger; you got used to them in her line of work. Instead, she took a look over the weapons to see if there was anything of use. As far as she could tell, the Spawn...person had won the lottery with the sniper rifle. The flintlocks were inferior to anything she was currently packing, and the machine guns had a sense of cheapness of quality to them. Still, it was a step up in RPM if nothing else. Reimu picked out what she figured was the best one and helped herself to a couple of extra clips, as well as a flintlock just in case. She always did like to have options ready. Though she let the knives lie; she never had been much for blades.
"Alright, we got the information we need," she said. "Anyone who needs a weapon grab a gun, and let's get out of here before someone starts wondering what happened to these guys."
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Team 3
Walker chuckled, also trying to keep the aftermath much lighter than the battle.
"Quite far from military, although I was a member of a Corps of sorts. And although I don't know much of my friends here, we certainly don't want any more trouble."
It seemed like a good chunk of them probably did want trouble but that wasn't helpful right now. He let out a sigh as Mega Man continued his destruction; Saint Walker didn't see himself as a leader but they should probably be giving off a more consistent message.
"Brother... Rock was it? Best to leave that for now. We have quite enough weaponry."
He let Jack-O' handle the scroll; he could never get the hang of magic.
huzzaaaaaaaah
Team 4
Great, just great. A team that doesn't even considers stealth. We could have even used those fire alarms as a distraction, set them all off at the same time, hiding the way we're truly getting out. But if this is how they want to roll...
With one swift move, the gun came out of Child's belt. And with an even swifter roll, she was already in position, aiming through a crack in the windows at the incoming enemies. I can roll. Just a few shots. I don't need to waste that much ammo. She told herself, repeating the mantra her father had told her as she carefully aimed at the enemy group.
Not at their heads, no. Their legs. Maybe their chests.
Toriel - Team 4
She looked down in thought, violence appears to be the only answer for this and she has a feeling that not all of her group would leave all of them alive. She had seen death in the war that led to her kind's imprisonment, but not once had and, hopefully to her, never will take one's life. The queen tried to muster up enough courage to face the enemy with flames in her hands and waiting for these raiders to enter the theater.
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra
Outwardly she was entirely cheerful still, but her heart had almost skipped a beat. Unlike Scott who only had a reasonable guess, they were almost certainly right on the money with their estimations. As much as it was going to pain her, maybe she would need to be a smidge more careful in handing out her beef. The people of the multiverse have very good noses!
Speaking of Scott, she tried to shoot him a glare as he basically ruffed up their only source of information, but obviously it wasn't received. He really had some strange priorities. Though, maybe his mentality wasn't the worst after all. By her feet was a machine gun, which she picked up...and immediately put down, because dang that was heavy! There was no way she was gonna carry that around this city! And besides, going with an exploratory poke, she realized it was impossible to fit her fingers inside the little trigger loop thing. Perhaps guns were simply not her domain.
Looking over the map so graciously provided by their hostage, Susan could see they weren't very much further from their goal! She nodded excitedly, and said, "We'll take it off your hands for you, if that's what you want! Reimu is correct, all we needed was this location. Thanks for the help!" She reached into her pocket, took out her wallet and carefully fished out a little card from inside. "And, if this war thing stops any time soon, I'm always hiring. I'm sure by the end of this I'll find a way to get you back home." She carefully placed her business card in front of the druid, took the map as compense, and said "Is there anything else we need, or do we get moving, crew?"
To her, reality had bent itself in half just to preserve her life! There was no other logical explanation to this, because it's not like the mysterious voice at the other end of the line was offering any. She had just broken a hole in time and space to save herself! Beforehand it was minor things like the tiniest gaps in barrages, fortuitous mistakes on the enemy's part, but now she was throwing reason to the wind and doing whatever she needed to do! Ah, Seija never stopped surprising herself.
So, now that Seija had proven her godlike abilities to herself, she was entirely in the mood to cause some misfortune to these random traitorous soldiers that these people seemed to hate. They were all just some random assholes with guns who hadn't cleaned themselves in weeks, and more importantly they were all blinded, but she had a perfect idea.
With a flick of the wrist, Seija flipped the guy with the head on the pike upside down so that his pole stuck straight into the ground. She was perfectly content with just that, everyone else could pull their own weight as far as she was concerned.
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Tali - Team One - The Beasts
"Wait," Tali said, in answer to Susan's question. "We can't leave yet. If we just leave them, they'll run straight back and report us and we'll lose the element of surprise." She looked at the enemy leader and her plates began to itch as a disgusting turn of thought took shape. Is it worth it? Is this the time when I'll have to make this choice? Ancestors, let there be another way. "Is there any way we can restrain your squad safely? Would you have a bad reaction to any anesthetic intended for humans?"
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
Team 2 - The Dome
Delta stopped with the others, crouching down behind cover when Lady started to talk. She let out a low groan and signified that she understood with a nod, and a temporary green flicker of the light behind her helmeted visage.This called for a distraction. This called for bees.
She held her gauntleted hands out before her, the holes in the palms and fingers opening up to briefly expose the flesh of her plasmid-riddled hands. The skin quickly glossed over with a honeycomb pattern, a thick, viscous liquid dripping from them. With a nod of her head, she held out both of her hands above the miscellaneous debris that was being used as cover, palms forward and facing towards the skirmish ahead of them. With the slight twitch of her wrists, the bees came forwards. Killer bees. Hundreds of the horrifying insects flew from her hands, seeking out the enemies before them. Dead, alive, they would not care as they sought their targets; they would bury themselves in the bodies of the dead, hiding until someone came close enough to be attacks, or else find the living and attempt to make them dead for their purposes.
Team 4 - The Theater
Bastion set up on the roof of the theater, crouched down behind cover with his droid assassin's rifle aim and at the ready. Because of the open environment and sensing the approaching danger, Ganymede poked its head out of the nest in his shoulder, and it flew away to a safe distance away.Taking advantage of the veritable flashbang that Jeda had detonated, he sized up his targets and began opening fire on his targets with the disruptor rifle, aiming at center mass.
Vampire Hunter
Carmilla & Sypha, Team 2
When the two vampires got to the swirling dome of energy that really needed an epilepsy warning, both Carmilla and Sypha knew not to look directly at it given what it had done to people of the three army. When Lady offered a plan of attack, the two tentatively nodded.
"I think we may need to time our entrance, given its weird headache-inducing flashing," Carmilla added, worried about the regular rhythm of the swirling dome of energy. Then Delta unleashed the bees.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Mancunian Candidate
Asuka - Group 1
For a handful of seconds Asuka says nothing, sat pressed against a wall with Reimu's gun half-raised and her mouth half-open, floating on a sea of adrenaline somewhere far removed from the world. Her eyes, wide, track a steady road over the sword lodged in the wolf-turned-man's skull, the intestines trailing way from his burst abdomen, along the blood-soaked table, and into Shirou's own.
She swallows, scowls, and looks away. The shutters of reality slam back down, and without a word she's kneeling over the corpse, wiping the blood from her face with the remains of his shirt and giving him a once-over for any usable weapon, ammunition, food not covered in pieces of him, anything. Shirou, a problem for later, a problem for when he's not looking at her, finds himself thrown roughly to the wayside.
But pushed safely into abstraction, there's room for an afterthought. Eyeing Tali's back and the men assembled in front of her, a standoff she's on a deep level sure nobody should have allowed to happen, she reaches for one of the blades jutting from the man's corpse, settling on the one in his back after a careful mental arithmetic of bodily fuids and gag reflexes. It points at Shirou wet end first, but she doesn't look at him. Somehow, this feels deeply accusatory.
"Hey, shithead", she says, counting, "how many of these can you make at once?"
edited 15th Sep '16 3:29:54 PM by OG-Sama
Emiya Shirou, Group One - Or, How Many Fangs Can A Fang Fang Fang If A Fang Fang Fang Fang Fang Fang
Huh. We did it. Neat.
What about me, Master?
"Oh, yeah, you did just fine."
Whoop-dee-doo, says Fang, but I think she's pleased.
I let Fang disappear. She bursts into blue motes and fades back into my head, leaving no trace save the wolfman's ravaged throat and cleft palate.
I peek around the edge of the table. Soryu has Fang #3 in her hand. It's pretty drippy.
"How many can I make? Well, not that many. Four at a time, I guess. Used to be more, but that was before I lost the Arm. If you want me to keep Fang #3 around, then I'll have to spend more prana, which means less swords."
I frown.
"Also, you shouldn't use bad words, either. You're like Mr. Kuzuki's kid, that white-haired girl. Ami. Little Miss Swears-a-lot. Don't be. It's not polite."
edited 15th Sep '16 10:50:13 PM by troydenite
Mancunian Candidate
Asuka, Wu Fang Style
She breaks off and looks him in the eye, the picture of conspiratorial incredulity. Something in the equation isn't adding up, a faulty coefficient somewhere between a few hints of competence and the mind that holds them, and it's more than a single arm could ever hope to cover. No. Despite her better judgement, idiot promoted himself to curiosity, a kind of abstract mystery, and that's a lucky break for him. Asuka's always had a head for problem-solving.
"Not for me, you idiot," she says. Now Tali gets the wet end, pointing through her at the leader of the druid pack. "For them. You heard her, right? If she can't find anything to hold them, you need to get ready to end this."
Fang #3 lands at Shirou's feet, and she gives him a look as he puts the picture together. if you squint, you might even construe it as patience.
"I don't want this, by the way. You got four, they got four. Lucky, huh?"
edited 16th Sep '16 1:35:17 PM by OG-Sama
The trio of remaining wolves turned men huddled together like the pack they were, fitting their very transformation. One of the men even sneered to the point he was showing his teeth, the canines rather more prominent than a regular human's. The bear druid meanwhile just sort of gaped in shock at Susan's business card that proclaimed to be some sort of fast food business, glancing down and then back up at her repeatedly. Clearly whatever they were expecting, it wasn't a prospective new job in serving fellow men (in more ways than one).
Of course, the fun had to end when some of the smarter people in the group was worrying about their safety and pondering whether or not to save some future trouble by preemptively offing the problems in the bud. "Hmph, we have 'milk of the poppy' in our first aid kits for injuries. We'll be kicked to off to dreamland if you have us chug the things. Or you can smash the back of our heads with something hard if that's too much trouble." Though there was a hint of heat to his voice, the squad leader nevertheless swallowed his pride in order to salvage what little was left of his subordinates.
The fervent chaos was thrown into even greater disarray when giant mutant bees crafted from the flesh of a giant woman buzzed about and generously donated their stings to the fleshy recipients in the hundreds, cries of pure agony mingling with the sounds of gunfire and explosives. Aim was thrown off and one person even fumbled long enough for his unpinned but unthrown grenade to blow both himself and his nearby allies into itty bitty pieces. Some smart guy with a flamethrower turned his flame around wildly, saving the artillerymen from being killed by the evil insects. This of course meant the people in charge of the thing decided to rush things and fired off a 60 mm shell that smashed into the barrier with explosive aplomb. The barrier rippled and distorted inwardly like a giant finger was pushing through plastic wrap, and then a sizeable tear was opened up in the barrier.
For a moment this occurrence caused the entire battlefield to suddenly become silent save for the droning of the BEES, as all three forces stopped their reckless violence to see what would happen next. The swirling rainbow shielding then sort of popped like a soap bubble, disappearing in a fraction of a second. What was hidden was now unvealed- a slightly futuristic looking combination between an eighteen wheeler and a mobile home colored a sterile white color reminiscent of hospital rooms. The reveal instantly caused everyone to become even more crazy as of this moment, disregarding personal safety for a really ill-advised run and gun charge towards the vehicle in order to claim it for themselves like some sort of demented gun-toting king of the hill game.
"Just get all of your group together and then tear unfurl the scroll... the rest should be rather automatic. Though if you're going to be using it right around these parts, I'd suggest you flee as soon seeing as there's a patrol sweeping by soon and you'll be looking like our force's foes." The man with a bum knee told the travelers after throwing the scroll Jack-O's way, trying in his own not-so-subtle manner to get the annoyances to disappear. Judging from the sort of looks he was giving Megaman, he really wanted them to be gone. The young xenophobic woman from earlier was even getting literally red-faced at the Blue Bomber, the beginnings of burning ozone coming from her general direction as sparks began generating through her staff.
Seija's shenanigans involving the leader had him literally head over heels in addition to the double whammy of both temporary blindness and deafness. "Sons of-" Whatever the leader was about to say was cut short as HK 47's plasma rifle seared a hole into his gut and literally flash boiled his blood. "G-gurk..." A split second later his heart was exploded and the deserter knew no more. A couple more men were dropped to the floor from the stopping power of Child's bullets, some staggering backwards and a couple even being flung like rag dolls due to the projectiles smashing into ribs.
Jeda for his part had chosen to dash out of the building and towards the people not being shot at, his giant cross unslung and sweeping in a wide arc. Two men were smashed away like tennis balls, blood and broken teeth flying in an arc before they slammed into the ground with foam coming out of their mouth. Another swing occurred, this time aiming towards the ground and causing the nearby people to wobble about and fall down from the strong tremors.
Unexpectedly, one of the raggedy men proved to be more hardy and experienced than his fellows considering he instinctively threw himself to the side as soon as disorientation hit, sparing him from the fates of his fellows. Fumbling about at his belt and unclipping a small metal canister, the ex-soldier ripped out the pin and threw what was now known as a grenade towards the general vicinity of the building, the thing flashing ominously red in a sort of strobing effect. Another three meanwhile had managed to regain enough eyesight to shoot a steady stream of suppressing fire with their light machine guns, windows being shattered from the onslaught of bullets, one of the trio aiming towards the obvious target of the android atop the roof.
Toriel - Team 4
The queen looked on as her compatriots assaulted the raiders, with lasers, bullets, and a giant cross thinning the ranks, but it was clear that the enemy would not give in without a fight. One of the raiders threw a cylindrical object in the building's general direction, emitting a red light, whatever it was, getting as far back from it would be the best course of action as she had done so.
She had peered for any of the remaining raiders as a trio of them reoriented themselves and opened fire on the building, hoping to kill them. She had ducked under a nearby cover and saw that one was aiming for the roof to scrap the sniper.
She had breathed in and let loose a fireball from her hands, thinking to herself that if she can harm the SOUL enough, he would no longer be willing to fight and more willing to surrender. If she misses, she would likely take the heat off the robotic sniper. If she hits her mark, both the giver and receiver of the orb of flame would have a nasty surprise, not realizing that her magic could no longer damage the SOUL, but the body instead.
"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra
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Mitsuhide — Group 3
Mitsuhide opened his mouth to reply to the old socerer, but the younger, female one began to charge some sort of spell. With one swift motion he leapt at her, drew his sword and struck, aiming to bisect her from shoulder to waist — or, at least, cut her arm off.
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground
...Well, that and the fact that most of them were dead, but messing with your enemies is always encouraged.
"Okay, okay! I'm kidding," she said as she finally relented. "I don't mean to insult you if I did, but that face you made was priceless. There's not a lot of opportunities to use these cards anyway." Obviously, doing this kind of stupid joke in the middle of a warzone wasn't a smart idea, but it was great stress relief. She clasped her hands and bowed to the enemy, and said, "I think we'll take the painless route, so thanks for giving us an option there." With a hand raised in the air, claws flitting about, she said to the rest, "I'd bottle-feed them myself, but...these claws are sort of prohibitive. I'll stand guard and watch while someone else does it, then we can go."
Now, onto the boring part: not dying. Seija was pretty convinced that her snickering was the thing attracting bullets and ominously beeping devices to her position, so she stopped that immediately and settled for a manic grin. She reached into her coat's pocket, whipped out a familiar purple blanket and rocketed out the window.
Seija flew straight up in the air, hoping that these gunners would choose her as their target. If her just being there wasn't incentive enough to start shooting her, flipping them off right before she disappeared should be. Hopefully moving faster than they could readjust their aim, in a flash she wrapped the Nimble Fabric around herself. The amanojaku vanished from existence, leaving behind a bundle of cloth that fell to the ground.
Witchcraft!
Ami - Team 2
"''Finally," Ami drawled as the shield fell, hovering far above the battlefield on her feathery wings. Target acquired! Looks like the other teams were wasting their time. Of course, the matter of claiming their prize still remained.
"Hey, fuck off, that's ours!" She shouted at the massed troops trying to take the futuristic vehicle, as if anyone on the ground below her was at all likely to have heard her.
"Screw it, hard way it is! Aero!" Ami growled. She cast the spell with a wholly-unnecessary but, in her opinion, kind of cool-looking, snap of her fingers.
The wind down below picked up, and didn't stop picking up. Within moments, there was a whirling maelstrom of gale-force winds flying around the vehicle, effectively sealing it off from anyone trying to get in. Any of the soldiers who tried, or were too close when the spell was cast, would find the winds strong enough to blow them away.
The Mighty Pen
Tali - Team One- The Prisoners
Tali breathed a sigh of relief that no one else could hear. Not today. Thank the Ancestors, it isn't today. It wasn't that great an option, but she'd take it over executions any day. She took time to steady herself again before answering the attackers' leader.
"Thank you," she said, nodding to him, then glanced to Reimu. "Would you mind taking care of that? Just give them enough to make them hazy, then stop. I don't want any overdosing by accident." Her omnitool's databases had come up with a match for the slang term the leader had used and opiates could be quite lethal. She could wish for a specialized medical omnitool to fabricate a drug to counteract the worst of the effects, but she had to work with what she had.
"Once they're out, we move again, and we'll need to pick up the pace." She made no apologies for that. It was just how things were.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
"Red squadron, have you located any signs of the rogue replica in the vicinity?"
A stoic, emotionless voice ringed out from the radios of a squad of four blue and white helmeted soldiers
as they walked through a dark corridor filled with large amounts of blood
, ignoring the mangled corpses of a few Delta Force members on the way. They were accompanied by two large lumbering figures encased in heavy suits of metal plates, one having 4 glowing blue eye lenses on his helmet.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150326053017){kind=small}
while the other had 3 red eye lenses and carried a large riot shield in one hand
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"Negative Echo Twelve," Came the response from the Replica squad leader, as emotionless as the one he was responding to. "Zulu Two has gone dark on us, but is unknown if it either interference or the rogue Replica took them down."
"Copy, be warned that Blue Squadron was taken down by a soldier from the F.E.A.R unit. Be cautious of both of them."
"Understood."
The squad of Replicas moved out of the corridor and into a waiting room of the hospital. They took notice of four corpses in the waiting room, 2 of them showed signs that they were shot with an assault rifle, while one was cut in half, and one replica had his head decapitated while also being a mangled mess.
"Echo Twelve, we have located Zulu Two. It appears that-" Whatever the squad leader were to announce in his radio was interrupted as a bullet pierced his skull, the corpse swiftly fell down to the ground, his head leaking blood to the ground.
The Replicas quickly went to combat positions, the Replica Heavies moving to the front as to protect the 3 replicas from taking more damage. Foxtrot 813 immediately came out of his ambush spot, the Variant VI Replicas immediately starting to fire at him, the now self aware Replica sprinted to take cover in a nearby wall, preparing Patten Assault rifle for the engamement, he exited out of cover and...
"....What the fuck?!"
Foxtrot 813 immediately found himself no longer in the Auburn Hospital, but he suddenly appeared in some kind of theater in which a firefight was going on...was this some of the hallucinations that the strange red dressed girl sent him sometimes? No...this is far less horrifying than that. Judging by the fact that some of the people that he appeared out of nowhere right near weren't firing at him, he decided it would be best to take down those who clearly appeared to be hostiles.
"Die, motherfuckers!"
Foxtrot 813 quickly dived for cover, readying his Patten Assault Rifle. He then immediately came out of cover and started firing a few shots aimed at the trio of deserters.
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Team 2 - The Dome
Delta looked over the group of people she had been traveling with, then glanced out at the vehicle, and then back to the group. As she did so, she brought down her machine gun over her right hand, toting the hefty contraption and pointing it ahead."MOVE!" she shouted at her companions, before letting out a primal bellow and pounding her left hand on her chest. "GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!!!"
With that, she started stomping forward, providing covering fire for the others by wildly firing her machine gun at whatever groups of enemies seemed closest.
Team 4 - The Theater
Backing off from the cover that was being shot at, Bastion ran away from the firefight, towards the other side of the building and threw himself off the roof. Needing to reposition, he decided he would take advantage of the distraction provided by the strange and magical abilities being used by the others and headed towards the building next door.
Calamity is a housewife
Catching the scroll out of the air, Jack-O' relayed the old man's instructions to herself.
"Get together, unfurl the scroll... roger that, old timer!"
Jack-O' realized the hypocrisy of her calling someone old. She also realized the imminent conflict seconds later when hostilities threatened to start up again, indicated by the emergence of sparks from the staff held by the indignant young woman.
A big, metal soccer ball came Mitsuhide's way, attempting to intercept his, in Jack-O's opinion, unnecessary violence.
edited 20th Sep '16 8:31:41 AM by LatverianBadger
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Lucha Libre goddess
Team 4. Luna Black
Modern day U.S.A
An unusual sight was seen at the night. An old man and a goth teenager were sitting together, watching a lake. Only the white glow that came from the old wizard and the stars above illuminated the sky. She was smoking a cigar blowing it’s smoke to the wind.
Why don't you chose that goody-two-shoes Billy Batson kiddo? He is an orphan too Isn’t he?
“He is my second choice. Besides I already chose you.”
“Why me?” She gave another blow to her cigar.
“I sense a great evil is coming; our universe is in great danger. I need someone that is willing to go to dark place and do what’s necessary. We need you. That’s why I granted you my powers.
“You made the wrong choice. Beside, I don’t feel anything,” the goth girl replied.
“You need to say my name, SHAZAM, and you’ll become our greatest champion– Luna Black.”
“Fuck off. I didn’t ask for your pity and I don’t need your help- You don’t have any right to meddle with my life. I am not a hero and I don’t want any powers.” She walked away to be alone. Luna dropped her cigarette and stepped on it to turn it off.
“I have faith in you,” the wizard muttered as she faded in the darkness.
Teather
Team 4
The group would notice that suddenly out of nowhere a young goth girl appeared in the weather next to them. She had overheard some words from their host just before she had any chance to understand what was going on.“The story of my life,” she muttered with mild smirk.
Suddenly the battle began and all the commotion just began- She tried to hide behind a wall. Luna's face showed more anger than fear. But she was visibly sweating and more worried about the bullets.
“What the hell is going on? I am in the middle of a fucking war zone! –She turned her head around peeking at her "teammates"—and Why is there a fucking cow shooting fire? She said referring to queen Toriel.
edited 20th Sep '16 11:48:06 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Lady was not one to hesitate when things needed to be done, since in her line of work, half a second of hesitation could end up killing you. That said, even she had to stop a moment when the giant in the diving suit summoned bees of all things. Once they were out of the warzone, she'd need to make a point of questioning...whatever that was. She didn't think it was a demon. Didn't really look the part. But anything that could summon bees from thin air was not human, that was for sure.
Meanwhile, the race was on, and Lady was right on Delta's heels, with a pistol on one hand to pick off anyone Delta may have missed with that machine gun, and in her other hand was her own Scorpion SMG, shooting at large groups Delta was not shooting at. After all, big as it may have been, it was only one gun and thus had a limit to how effective it could be in this situation without proper backup.
edited 21st Sep '16 7:08:30 PM by Meanken
Lady crouched down behind some cover as she looked at the dome and the people around it, then quickly looked away as she shook her head to try to eliminate the sudden headache she just got.
"Something tells me we've found what we're looking for." She said to the rest of the team. "Here's what I'm thinking, we sneak up close to the dome. The way it's going right now, I think that one of these guys are going to break through it sooner or later. Once it goes down, we rush the thing while they fight among themselves. We're a small group, we can move a lot quicker then an army. Then, we get inside and snatch the thing from under their noses. Sound good?"