NoHo
Time seemed to slow for Jorogumo as she registered the blow from the pool cue coming at her. Others in her position might have been helpless to do anything and would have just had to accept that they were going to get hit.
Not so for her.
The way she moved just so to dodge the weapon made her look as if she was performing the steps of a dance she'd rehearsed many times before. Before Tom could try again, Jorogumo went in for a strike of her own; rather than a palm strike, two fingers glowed with blue energy as she jabbed at his arm holding the pool cue. Upon contact, the limb would go numb as if it'd been dipped in icy water.
<"Donnie. Ask him to stand down, so we don't have to hurt him or his group more than necessary."> She said to her turtle companion. She'd do it herself, but, well, it wasn't likely that anyone else in the room understood her.
Brooklyn -> Hudson Dam
Before either Jack or Wuya could consider following the Autobots to spy on them or going to do something else, the latter abruptly stiffened, her eyes going wide and catching Jack's attention.
"Uhh, Wuya? You in there?" He asked, waving a hand in front of her face and then yelping when she abruptly grabbed his wrist.
"The Golden Tiger Claws have revealed themselves." The redhead said in an ominous tone before shaking her head and squeezing Jack's wrist. "We're moving. Now."
Letting go of him, she abruptly took to the skies and began flying, with Jack having to activate his Helibot to ascend into the skies himself to follow her. From the way she was leading, it looked like their current route was taking them to the Hudson Dam, with them soon able to see the Rapid Gravity Filters below them as they came to a stop still in midair.
If anyone currently in the area looked up, they'd see the woman staring intently at the dam and river, as if looking for something and trying to pinpoint its location.
Proud member of the AGOG community.
Glory to Arachnos
"Phantom Blot?! Fucking hilarious! You fuckass must had graduated from comedy school." Adam pointed a finger towards Belial. "I'm fucking Adam, I'm the fucking original Dick! And you? It doesn't take two and two to put together you're a literal existencial mistake, bucko! You may share the same nature, but you ain't a hottie compared to Lilith's little bimbo daughter, let me tell ya." Meanwhile, Lute's mask expression changed to one filled to one of pure disdain and hate, now that there was no one else but them and these 'Sinners'.
"Abomination. Born from a love that is VILE and BLASPHEMOUS!"
"....Still would had loved to watch his parents fuck, though."
Of course, before Adam could continue being Adam, Short Sharon went off and called him and Lute out. The expression of Adam's face was of pure annoyance and him rolling his eyes, while Lute's was filled with disgust at her and all her thugs. Adam raised his hand midway through her speech and went into 'quiet down' mode...though he did raised a brow for a second at the sudden turtle person appearance and fighting off these dumbasses. Oh! So these are these 'Superheroes' dumbos everyone's speaking of? Cool! I'm sure they'd appreciate a teamup with the one and only Dickmaster himself to get rid of these shit ass sinners.
"DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA, SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. Shut the fuck up, you fucking bitch ass whore! I'm fucking Adam, I can only boss around Dangertits here, not you. I'd say something about you sitting down, chilling the fuck out and making me a good sandwich but now? You and your friends have all but confirmed me you're getting to continue your business....in Hell of course! One trip express to Sinnerland, coming right up." Adam's smile shifted to a bloodthirsty one, showing off all his teeth. Meanwhile, a smug face was slowly being filled by Lute.
" Permission to exterminate with extreme prejudice, sir?"
"Permission granted, Blitzkrieg Bitch."
Lute's smile grew wider, as she then summoned her angelic blade. With that, the Exorcist Angel flew straight towards Leo's position, swinging with her blade at the thugs still standing and trying to grapple Leo...but it was becoming very clear her methods were NOT like how Leo does it, as she was all but obviously going for the kill while also trying to make the pain for any unfortunate victims slow and painful. "You leave your left side vulnerable, mortal. Keep it up at all times and these Sinners won't be able to get to you." Even when trying to be helpful to the Turtle, there just...was something 'wrong' about this Angel. And it was clear her next target would be Shady Sharon once the other thugs were next.
Meanwhile, Adam's attention was left with Belial, watching Lute do her work with a smug grin before focusing back on Belial. "Kill em all and let god sort em out, eh? You know, for a ugly dumbass like you...I think I can make this work bitch." Adam then shifted and empowered his guitar, now the lower part taking the shape of an axe. ~"TIIIMEEEE TOOOO DIEEEEEEEE!"~ Adam yelled in a song-like way, as then he swung his axe, a wave of holy light being shot from it and aimed right at Belial.
Scream was hit by the punch to the face, along with being disoriented by the sudden fireworks blocking her view. Once it was clear, the symbiote woman took notice of the thugs retreating. While glaring at Hun, she could only offer a comment in response.
"We held back for the other's sake. The next time...we'll eat your fucking brains!" Scream snarled, while she wanted to follow them, she could just feel that underneath the symbiote, her jaw was left a little bit of a mess and the symbiote was doing all it could to fix it and heal it up. She's...not removing the toothy face for now, that's for sure.
"We...are okay. Well...not really, but we heal fast. Just give us a minute." Scream grunted, crouched down and a clawed hand on her toothy maw. It looked fine to those unaware, but of course that came from the symbiote playing medic underneath all its goop covering her. She did took notice of Subaru following the bastard and the others. "Should we follow her? We just need to regain our sense for a little bit...got to worry about the one underneath being healthy, its all."
Edited by Darkomega245 on Apr 18th 2024 at 7:24:28 AM
-Spider Lizard Noises-
The Light That Blinds
Somebody Call Staples, Cause THAT Was Easy (Raph, Greenwich)
The bad guys had shown up in record time. Raph couldn't suppress a grin at how easy that had been, before schooling his face into a dark glare. Easy part was over; now for the hard part.
He leapt from the roof and landed with a crash on the front of the car behind them, sais already drawn. "Alright. First of all, you tell anyone this happened and we'll know, second of all—you and us are havin' words. Tell us everythin' you know 'bout the Purple Dragons."
Cue Awesome Fight Music, Redone Edition (Leo, West)
The second the goons lunged for him, Leo moved. He ducked under their hands, leaving them to grasp empty air, then elegantly pivoted on his toes to face them again and slammed a sword into the closest one's face...
...and then came Lute, who actually stabbed them.
It looked...painful.
"U-uh—" Leo's steps faltered, and he stared at the angel woman with wide eyes. "Uh—thank you? I think?" Probably best to just say that...choosing to distract himself from that, understandably, he turned his head over to Adam and yelled, "Hey! Rockstar angel guy! Put that thing to use! Give us some awesome fight music!"
Okay, Everyone Calm Down (Donnie, Noho)
"Tch—!" Donnie held up his bo staff as a shield of sorts against the oncoming dogpile, slowly backing up and jabbing anyone who got too close in the face. He gave Jorogumo a brief nod, then raised his voice and shouted, "We're here to ask questions! Let us ask them and we will leave you all without a fight!"
Worst Day Ever (Mikey, East)
"A-aaah!" Mikey shrieked, frantically flailing his arms in some really poor attempt to escape. He couldn't say much more than that; he was staring at Hun in absolute terror, eyes wide and pupils shrunken—and then Scream punched the gang leader in the chest, forcing him to let go.
Mikey fell to the ground, and for a moment all he could do was lie there trying to regain control of his breathing before the girl his age threw out a smoke bomb—why would a gangster have a smoke bomb?!—knocking everyone prone again and buying time for the less-wounded to flee.
And only then did Mikey have time to scramble to his feet, staring after them in shock. "How did— why did— wait—" His heart dropped at the realization.
You let them get away.
Then some...koala-mutant(?!) fired a drill at them, and Mikey let out a gasp and whirled to face her. "W-Wait! You don't— you could kill— oh, no no no no no..." His burst of adrenaline faded as quickly as it came, and he rushed back to the injured to check on them, his eyes and throat burning with shame.
He'd never felt so empathically useless in his life.
Edited by LilyTheLitten on Apr 18th 2024 at 7:38:23 AM
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
AKA Nixer
Rivet: East Village
"Going after 'em? Subaru! You sure about that-" Rivet called after Subaru, only to trail off as she ended up chasing after the retreating goons anyhow. Rivet huffed, before glancing back at Scream, taking a small capsule filled with some kind of glowing blue substance out of her telestorage, and heading over towards Scream before snapping the capsule in half.
"Here. Should help speed things up," she said, as the blue substance trailed through the air like a spectral force and absorbed into Scream's body; passing through the symbiote and straight into Andi. A tingling sensation later, and Scream would feel that the healing process was being quickened by the substance, assisting the symbiote in regenerating Andi's jaw. "Shouldn't interfere at all, I don't think. Nanotech's designed to work on pretty much anything."
She looked back towards where Subaru had gone, humming with indecision before sighing.
"Honestly, I don't think I wanna chase after those guys. If Subaru wants to teach 'em a lesson, that's her choice. But we got a lot of folks out here already, and I'm pretty whacked. I mean, seriously! We just had a gang fight!" she exclaimed, gesturing to the chaos around them as well as the few unconscious bodies of the gang members left behind. Poor Mikey was rushing around trying to help them, and she sighed as she wandered over to him.
"Here, man. Take some Nanotech capsules," she offered, summoning some more Nanotech from her telestorage and placing them into the turtle's hands. Around a dozen individual capsules in total. "Break 'em open around each body and it should go into 'em. Helps them heal. They'll be okay once it gets working. Alright?"
bork
Glory to Arachnos
"We agree. At this point, we had too much adrenaline for one day. We just hope she'll be alright." Scream looked surprised as the blue substance pierced through the symbiote and did its work to help the host. Andi was now feeling relieved and her jaw normal thanks to the nanites and the symbiote's healing factor, and the symbiote could now calm down on the endorphins release so it could mask the pain the host was feeling underneath it.
"Wow, uh...we thank you, Rivet. We feel like new by now." Even with her monstrous face, Scream's features softened as she gave a bashful smile towards the Lombax, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. If this is what Rivet has in her blood to heal her up, god knows how hard to put down would it be someone that has those AND a symbiote bonded to them as well.
God, she's amazing and beau- badass! Yeah, badass.
...I am not sure what is even up with you right now, host, but whatever it is, i'll take the feast of positive emotions we are feeling right now.
Now getting up, Scream would glance over at the downed thugs and the turtle person Rivet was talking to. She could feel the symbiote becoming suspicious and cautious of him. Oh. With all of this, she almost forgot the symbiote is distrustful of men after assholes like Brock and Cletus took away the symbiote's past two hosts. Even now, she can feel the guilt and shame at it being unable to protect them. Reassuring the symbiote to take it easy, she raised a clawed hand.
"Do not stress yourself out. We can see this is already over. Just help these idiots with the medical stuff and they'll be good as well." Of course, once Mikey would break the capsules and have the nanites do their work, Scream would shoot webbing towards the downed gangsters, keeping them restrained and webbed on the floor so they would be ready to be taken by the cops.
"Oh, you gotta be fuc-"
Even if he barely ducked away from the turret's acidic bullets, Roland's bullets still managed to hit Mako, the explosion managing to knock him back and leave a noticeable scorch mark on his body. Yet, despite that, he was still standing, if hurt...and very pissed.
"Oh, I love when my prey plays hard to catch. Makes the moment I sink my teeth to their head oh so much sweeter!"
Raising his hands and tapping into the power of the Leviathan further, two small watery portals would appear from the floor, as then some strange living aberration made from coral
◊ would shamble out of it. With a grin, Mako would vanish from sight, and then the two Coral Sentinels would pick their target. One going straight towards Ballister and attempting to knock his head off with a very coraly punch aimed at the face, the other going towards the turret, not even caring for its life as the acid was melting away its body, its only goal being deactivating it with brute force.
As for Mako, he'd suddenly manifest behind Roland's back, leaping to the air and intending to bring his claws right at his back.
The Tarantula was now emitting sparks and leaking acid from its exoskeleton, as it was clear it was on its last many legs from this brawl. Yet despite that, it still was not going down without taking Flynt down, trying to repeatedly stab Flynt with its spidery legs as if its a twisted version of whack a mole.
As for the grunts, the horde of spiderling bots were all but exterminated by the explosive attack, machinery, spidery legs and god knows what else being left behind in the battlefield. The Crab Spiders while trying to back away ASAP, many of them were caught in the crossfire of the explosion. Even with their biological augmentations and armor helping them , it was clear many of them were in the floor and their numbers heavily wounded from this sudden suicidal maneuver.
Edited by Darkomega245 on Apr 19th 2024 at 10:17:53 AM
-Spider Lizard Noises-
The Light That Blinds
You Gotta Feel Sorry for the Kid, Really (Mikey)
"Ah— um— thank you—" Mikey fumbled the first capsule open, taking only a few seconds to watch the blue substance and see if it worked on the first gangster (it did, fortunately) before rushing over to the next, repeating this process until everyone had been nanotech'd. Then...
Then his shoulders slumped a little, and his eyes became downcast.
"Sorry I was so useless."
He was right there. And I let him get away. Leo's going to kill me...
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
The Best Worst Psychonaut
Norma - Pizza Joint Storefront, East Brooklyn (Crystal Clear)
One thing that's commonly understood among the psychic community - time passes differently within the mind. It's not always consistent, and is generally agreed to correspond to how active the mind is. A bored mind just speeds right through with the world. A more active mind has to cram hours into minutes.
Within Norma's mind, it must have been the whole destruction and rebirth of a world.
Many things happened in the space of a real-world second. First, the call of her superior, Agent Forsythe, demanding she stand down. The call shook the foundations of her mind, bringing with it a flood - an unpleasant but necessary reminder of what could happen if she doesn't listen. The flood engulfed her entire mind, smothering all the rogue emotions in its wake. The burning rainbows generated by the Crystal of Serafina's influence recoiled as though they were living creatures, hissing and being sent flying back to whence they came. Despite the ease of summarizing it, this was not a quick process, more akin to a small war than a simple flood.
Once her mind was sufficiently washed (not brainwashed, that's a totally different thing), two clear thoughts popped into her head and connected together. 1: she was still tethered to the Crystal, and 2) she needed to stop that Crystal, at all costs. It wasn't even a case of keeping it away from Arachnos or the mystery assailant anymore. The Crystal itself was dangerous.
Suddenly, the waters in Norma's began to boil, this time under her own power - and she sent crashing into the Crystal's technicolor tentacles. Out in the real world, for just a moment, one mind see all of this playing out with her expression - fierce at first, then suddenly confused, then focused. Still fierce, yes, but not 'twisted firestarter' fierce.
Then a visible... stream of hot air shot out from her mind as sweat began to steam off her forehead. It was only there for less than a second before-
BOOM!!!
The Crystal shook, and with a mighty sonic boom cracking against the air in all directions, it exploded into a fine dust, shattering windows and knocking down everyone in the vicinity, friend or foe - including Norma herself, thrown off her feet.
Despite everything, she smiled. Her mind suddenly felt a lot cooler, more at ease, as she lay there catching her breath. Though she took a pretty nasty bump that'd probably knock her out soon, for now she couldn't feel anything but relief. A rare sensation for Norma Natividad.
Not long after, the door to the pizza place Norma had taken refuge in earlier swung open, and its proprietor stepped outside, eager to have a word with the shady customer who used his bathroom, left and started WWIII from the sounds of it.
He took one look at everything, turned around and walked back inside. He was already making plans to move over to New Jersey at the first opportunity.
"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."
Fool From The Depths
Nimona, Greenwich
"It's good to see you, Bronson." Nimona-Recluse chuckled ominously. "Very good to see you indeed..."
She morphed back into her normal human form as soon as Raph showed up, bearing a maniacal shark-like grin and curling her fingers as the fire of chaos seemed to burn in her eyes.
"Oh man, this is gonna be FUN! I sure hope you don't fess up immediately, because if you keep struggling against us..." She licked her lips, her tongue unusually long and more like an animal's than a human. "I'm finally gonna have an excuse to get creative."
Ballister, Moxxxi's (Interior)
"Ohhhhh shit-"
Ballister ducked out of the way of the coral creature's punch just in time, and retaliated with a swift slash to its arm with his sword, hoping to cleave it clean off in a single motion.
Something's Fishy Here...
The Light That Blinds
Wait What (Raph, Greenwich)
"We ain't doin' torture. Just so everyone's clear on that."
Raph was staring at Nimona like she'd grown a second head. Which wasn't unfeasible, given her powers.
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
Fool From The Depths
Nimona, Greenwich
"Aw man, you're no fun!" Nimona groaned, crossing her arms and pouting as the fire faded from her eyes.
Edited by SushiKraken6414 on Apr 20th 2024 at 2:50:56 AM
Something's Fishy Here...
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Southern Manhattan, Urban Outfitters, A Little While Ago
"GAH!" Skeletor shouted as the unknown psychic woman assaulted his mind. Through the obvious pain, he managed to grind out: "O Havoc Staff, so that I may see my plan to its conclusion, shield my mind from this peon's intrusion!"
As he finished chanting, the bane of Eternia felt the sensation of the psychic's attack lessen and then fade entirely, whereupon he refocused on pulling the purple girl through the glass so that he could finally get his hands on that sweet, sweet brainwashing artifact, until...
"GAH!" Skeletor shouted again as the accursed brat not only obliterated the Crystal, but shattered all the windows nearby, cutting off his ability to see or interact with the other side of his mirror-portal. "Why that little— MYEEEEEEEEEH! It should have been mine! This entire planet would have been within my grasp as soon as I had that blasted Crystal, but she had to go and destroy it!"
I certainly hope you're pleased with yourself, you pathetic excuse for a psychic! I could have taken the thing from her if you hadn't interfered, but noooooo! Now instead of either of us having the Crystal, she's annihilated it! You had better PRAY you never cross paths with me, or I will teach you a new DIMENSION of pain before I finally put an end to you! NOW BEGONE! he uttered to his Arachnos-aligned mental heckler in a rage before cutting off the connection and using another muttered spell to conceal his mind's presence from her.
Eastern Manhattan Shoreline, Closer To The Present
"Hmmm... I don't see an island..." Skeletor mused as he floated out a warehouse window.
Unfortunately, my quest to obtain an artifact that might speed things along was, as they say, a bust. Where did you say that island you're on was, again, Koopa King? he transmitted to the great lizard.
Mewtwo's Island, Now
Soaring over the horizon at great speed came not a bird, not a plane, but Skeletor! Circling around the island once until he spotted the pair on the shoreline, he quickly descended and alighted on the shore with a cushion of air that bucked up a small gust of wind as he landed. Not evident that he needed to do it that way, but at least it was more impressive!
"Myaha! So this is where you've been hiding out, Bowser! I see! A fine island lair, though it could... use some improvements!" he proclaimed, eyeing the ruins down the way. That said, he turned to the weird cat-embryo-like creature and extended his hand with a proud bearing, expecting a shake. Or, even if he didn't understand handshakes, he would understand he was being pointed at.
"And you must be the new ally the King has found for us, myes? I am called SKELETOR, odd creature! What is your name?"
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
Fool From The Depths
Mewtwo, Mewtwo's Island
Mewtwo eyed Skeletor suspiciously, but took his hand and shook it nonetheless.
"I? I am Mewtwo." he replied. Skeletor could likely tell he was speaking telepathically. "It is good to finally meet you, 'Skeletor.' I've heard much about you from Bowser here." He gestured at his companion.
Something's Fishy Here...
Breath of the Sun
Opportunity, Concert Venue
Blossom smiled and waved off Hajime's praise, though she clearly enjoyed it. Buttercup just rolled her eyes, used to her sister's nerdiness.
They both took in Kanae's transformation with interest. Even Bubbles glanced over, distracted from the music for a moment by the sight of two Hajimes.
"That could be useful to trick villains." Blossom said.
"Or you could turn into some big bad guy like Lord Spiderdork and post a video of yourself, like, doing stupid dances." Buttercup suggested.
Bubbles giggled at the thought, while Blossom resisted the urge to sigh.
NYC Coast, Mewtwo's Island
"You just get regular rocks and heat 'em up a lot. And then add some magic so they don't cool." Bowser explained, as though creating lava pits was as simple as building a table. "I can bring the heat no problem, and skullface can probably handle the magic bit."
Finally, Skeletor deigned to show up. "Took ya long enough. We were just talkin' about adding lava pits and a castle, really spicin' this place up. Should probably get some minions, too. Really let people know we mean business."
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Mewtwo's Island
"Lava pits and a castle, eh?" Skeletor mused with a hand to his 'chin'. "Not a bad idea, if I do say so myself! Maybe add a skull-shaped entrance as well! Then it'll feel just like home, Myahaha!"
"Let's see..." he considered aloud as he started trekking toward the ruins nearer to the island's center. "We'll have to make sure to salvage what we can from these ruins before we go about removing their remnants and building over the site, of course. Mewtwo, what manner of facility was this originally - if you know, that is?"
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
Fool From The Depths
Mewtwo, Mewtwo's Island
"I'm not entirely sure..." Mewtwo replied, scratching his chin. "This place was abandoned long before I arrived here. If I had to make a guess, though, I'd say..." He paused, visibly frowning. "It seems like these ruins were once a laboratory of some sort." The thought unsettled him, though it wasn't as if he hadn't considered it before. Most of the time, he tried to keep thoughts of such a potential origin in the very back of his mind, but Skeletor had dredged it up to the center of his consciousness.
Something's Fishy Here...
someone
Matsuri || Opportunity || Now Playing: Piano Concerto N. 2
She smiles at the sounds of the children and teenagers beginning to harmonize. Music is a universal thing - it's one of the reasons she enjoys what she does so much, even when the rehearsals and her manager gets painful. Which they often do, really. She finishes the sonata, wrapping it up with a flourish, and then begins a different piece of music - one slightly more dramatic.
She still keeps an ear on the conversation - even other Drifters couldn't do something like that, become a completely different person, and at one of the natural breaks in the music Matsuri claps, briefly, before returning back to her playing. She's adjusted to the piano. As ostentatious as it is, it's a very good piano. And this process second nature to her now - and the venue continues to fill.
"Be fun if you're in a mischievous mood," Matsuri says, winking at Buttercup. "Could do all sorts of fun things."
[TOP SECRET]
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
Opportunity, Concert Venue
"Oooooo, that's amaaaaaaaazing~!" Hajime crowed, giving her mirror-self in the form of Kanae enthusiastic applause.
"Heheheheh," the brunette snickered at Buttercup's idea, but shook her head with a small smirk. "I'd only do somethin' like fakin' bein' Recluse ifIwas sure he wouldn' comeafter me! I dunno 'bout you, but I don' think I could take out a whole army o' his goons if he woke up on the wrong sidea th' bed and saw me doin' a dumb dance while pretendin' to be him." She finished by sticking her tongue out at Buttercup playfully.
"Definitely would be useful to trick anybody, too, not jus' villains!" she mused with a hand to her chin. "Yer an idol, righ', Kanae-chan? Haveya ever thought about goin' into work as a body double or imitatin' a dead musician? 's'not glamorous, sure, but I betcha it pays real well!"
Edited by darksidevoid on Apr 25th 2024 at 3:59:20 PM
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
Ness at the water plant
Ness was running through the corridors, searching whoever is emitting murder intent like crazy, after a while of searching fruitlessly Ness would have an idea. Using the guy psychic signal as a beacon Ness would get a running start on a straight corridor, his own psionic energy increasing till he blinked from existence.
Near the guard a cyan portal appeared as Ness came into the scene, then pointed his bat at the Master.
“Stop right there! I can feel you are up to no good!”
Concert Venue (Handsome Jack)
Recluse hears the sound of very loud chewing coming through the phone.
"Hey, buddy. How's it goin'-God, these pretzels suck."
Jack puts the bag of pretzels he was digging into back on his desk before returning to the conversation.
"Just thought I'd give ya a call, make sure we're both on the same page. Caught your big monster for ya, I think ya lost him somehow-"
Jack leans closer to the microphone, his voice turning grim for a moment.
"Because I know you didn't throw it at my goddamn city on purpose. Even you can't be that stupid."
He leans back in his chair again, his tone jovial once more.
"So here's how this is gonna go. I can get a couple billion dollars in artillery aimed right up your asshole in a matter of minutes and turn your whole 'Rogue Isles' situation into a hole in the ocean. Orrrr we can discuss a surrender. And please, piss me off. I really want you to. Gimme an excuse to use something worse than moonshots."
Jack snaps his fingers into a finger-gun pointed at the speaker.
"Ball's in your court, Spider-Douche."
Brooklyn (Asura)
"...Mithra, go back by your mother."
"But Father-"
"I know my luck, Mithra. This won't be safe. Back to the restaurant. Believe it or not, you're safer by Wyzen than you would be following me."
Mithra starts practically stomping back down the street towards the restaurant again.
"That's just 'cuz he's afraid of you and still gives you the 'sorry for kidnapping your daughter that one time' discount..."
Asura gets in, staring out the window to make sure he knows where he's headed.
2nd Avenue Warehouse
Asura sits down, arms folded as he looks ahead. He seems to trust these people about as far as he can throw them.
Which, in all fairness, is extremely far.
Moxxxi's (Exterior)
Flynt blocks the stabs with his anchor, though a few do get through his guard and connect with the bandit leader.
"Gah! Waste a'...time out here! Boys! Gimme an opening!"
The remaining bandits change tactics, splitting their fire between the Tarantula and the Crab Spiders...as Captain Flynt suddenly bumrushes the front door of the bar.
Moxxxi's (Interior)
Roland's Scorpio Turret, having lost sight of Mako, turns its sights on the Sentinel instead. After a volley of acidic bullets, a new projectile fires from the top of the turret - a miniature rocket launched directly at the coral creature.
"Knew he'd do that."
Roland looks down at his ECHO device to see Mako's location on the minimap...before whirling around, his assault rifle suddenly replaced with a shotgun. As he does so, Mako makes contact, his claws tearing straight through Roland's armor and into the soldier's body.
"Gah! Nice...trick...my turn..."
Roland raises the shotgun, aiming it right in Mako's face.
"Smile, you son of a-"
BANG.
Edited by ZodanTheUnbounceable on Apr 22nd 2024 at 9:07:15 AM
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Lizard Metabolism
"Chemical Overreaction" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms; Or, Belial Wishes He Had A Cool Battle Theme
Unfortunately, the muppet over there didn't even let him have one Lord's Prayer's worth of time. "Be right back, we can discuss the, uh... the generous donation you've made for the good of the community later." Assuming the little lady lived through the Inquisition, but that was neither here nor there. Rather than see what the holy energy would do to him, Belial instead flung the chair from under himself at it, letting the poor furniture take the blast - then, he repositioned with a flutter of mangled wings.
"...you're Adam?" The Naphil snorted disdainfully, tearing a blasphemous rift from reality to the wretched eldritch realm - and pulling out a fancy flintlock shotgun. "No wonder the old man flooded you people." The Ectoplasmer roared, sending forth a gloopy ball of radioactive waste Adam's way. Belial was already moving in a manner suggesting he's had some experience dealing with unreasonable and homicidal types with extreme firepower. "Or maybe you're full of crap. Last I remembered, Adam was a guy and not the saddest Glam Rocker I've seen."
How do lizards fly?
Glory to Arachnos
As the turtle guy told him to play a song, the First Man laughed and had a wide grin. "Well, fuck me! Glad Earth still has mortals who love badass tunes! Your wish is my command, BIAAATCH!" With that, Adam played a might riff from his guitar, as now hard and lenghty rock music was playing in the entire establishment, even if Adam wasnt playing right now. Angelic power must be quite strong to have instruments play from thin air.
"The one and only, fucko! Turns out my descendants can shrug off some water just fine!" Adam eyes widened at the sudden attack, but he did manage avoid the radioactive fun times by dashing with his wings to the right, letting out a relieved sigh when it didnt hit his guitar. That shit is deluxe edition, he can't have it be melted by some shitty half breed!
"Really? I'm the first fucking human soul that reached Heaven, dumbass! Not only that, but I get on with the times as you can see. But you? You're just some edgelord who peaked in the 90s!" With that, Adam quickly flied at Belial's location, attempting to swing his angelic blessed guitar-axe aimed at the Naphil's chest.
Resisting the urge for the symbiote having her say 'good' when the turtle person called themselves useless (Bad time to distrust a male, goopy sis...), Scream tried to reassure the guy.
"The whole situation was a mess. Don't put yourself down for something you had no control over. Seriously, we say from experience moping doesnt help at all"
Edited by Darkomega245 on Apr 22nd 2024 at 6:12:12 AM
-Spider Lizard Noises-
AKA Nixer
Rivet: East Village
"Eh. No problem," Rivet waved off, eyeing Scream's bashful reaction a little confusedly. She'd noticed that the pair—or Andi, at least—had been acting a little weirdly around her. Specifically when she said or did something positive... anything, actually, now that she thought about it. It was definitely strange, but she couldn't think of anything wrong with it, so she decided to let it slide. She supposed it was kind of endearing in a way.
"Hey. Don't you go muttering about how you were useless or whatever. You were obviously the victim here. Those guys just didn't know when to quit," she retorted to Mikey, glancing angrily in the direction of where the gang had fled. "Trust me. Just by helping these dorks out, you've done enough. I wouldn't have cared. So you've actually done a lot."
She walked over, placing a hand on his turtley shoulder, and gave it a slight squeeze before turning back to look at Scream.
"So. We got our furniture. Wanna wait for Subaru, or should we start going back now? Don't know if we wanna stick around Petty Gang Central. Which apparently revolves around a furniture store for some reason..."
bork
Glory to Arachnos
...Oh god she's looking you all weird just give a toothy smile and act natural act natural FUCK-
"It might be best to go back home. We don't want to attract the police's attention if they come over." Her glance would turn towards the turtle. "You're gonna be okay, little guy?"
Normally, Mako's mutations made him extremely resistant to the average bullets and guns, even Anti Metahuman weapons like the ones the Malta Group used.
But whatever the fuck they put in that shotgun? He didnt liked that one bit.
Mako screamed as he was blown away to the wall, blood and a noticeable amount of broken shark teeth left on the floor. He held the side of one eye that seemed wounded, glaring daggers at everyone in the roof.
"You think this is over?! The death i'd bring is a better mercy than whatever these idiots outside will give to you all!" With a snarl, the shark man would cloak away. Roland's radar would see him retreating away from the establishment. As for the Coral Creatures, Ballister's swing would remove the one limb from the one he's fighting...though it still wasnt down as it tried to compensate with a big headbutt. As for the other one? It was nothing but debris from the explosive surprise the turret gave out.
The Crab Spider forces were given the fallback order when they noticed the vitals of their Patron and leader of their division dropping. While the Survivors we're in firing formation and shooting all the guns, grenade and plasma beams, it would be clear they were retreating away from the establishment. The Tarantula tried to follow chase of Flynt, but the damage it had taken had crippled it, leaving it to do a desperate suicide attack at the Psychos...as then it exploded, raining machinery and acid all over the place.
"Hmph. You are a waste of a Villain." The woman would mutter under her breath as the connection would break. "Nocturne here. The target has been destroyed. I repeat, the target has been destroyed."
Surely this operation wouldn't had been such a disaster if Ghost Widow had lead it.
The still kicking Widower growled at the Crystal being destroyer. With nothing left and his partner taken down, he did the only thing that could be done.
...Cloak and get the hell away from here. The Widower would vanish from Coco and Norma's sight.
If one had a keep eye, they would take notice of three strange women
clad in dark clothes, strange and intimidating masks, sharp weapons by their side, and what seemed like angelic wings and a dark halo standing in a roof. They seemed to be looking at the scene between Ralph and Nimona and not doing anything... yet.
The same Angels were spying on the vans and vehicles hidden from sight. The strange living machines and the mysterious humans were of no concern to them and they would had continued on to their hunt on the city if it wasnt for taking notice of one particular person.
As far as they were concerned, this embodiment of Wrath would threaten the stability of Heaven and Earth if not stopped. After all, many Winners were denied from entering the Paradise of Heaven just because his 'friends' used their souls as batteries.
Edited by Darkomega245 on Apr 25th 2024 at 1:36:49 AM
-Spider Lizard Noises-
The Light That Blinds
Things Turn Out Sorta Okay (Mikey, East)
"O-oh, um—" Mikey ducked his head in embarrassment, but then lifted it and offered the girls a small smile. "Thanks."
At Scream's question, he hesitated a bit, then said, "I-I think I'm gonna stick around a bit, just make sure they're okay—i-it's the decent thing to do, really—um, I'm Mikey, what're your names?" The words just sort of spilled out before he could stop them.
"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."
Subaru — East Village
Subaru looked from the still-supine goons to their leaders, who seemed perfectly content to leave them to die. She balled her hands into fists, Revolver Knuckle creaking.
"No," she said quietly. "You're not getting away."
Subaru wasn't Fate (who needed approval from ATC for flying over a city, similarly to a jet fighter). She wasn't even an Aerial Mage — she couldn't fly. That is not to say, however, that she was slow. Together with Mach Caliber, she could achieve speeds high enough to propel her through concrete walls, if need be.
"Going after them!" she shouted to Scream and Rivet.
Subaru lowered herself to a four-point sprinter's crouch; Mach Caliber's wheels started spinning —
And she was off, more than fast enough to catch up with a running person, swerving to avoid obstacles (and Rivet's Drillhound).
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground