"Well, we'll see how things go. Now if you'll excuse me, I shall be off to my hot night elf date. Peace out!" Bill vanished in a flash of green.
Ten seconds later, he returned in a flash of green. "Oh, you should probably do something about all that ice. A dab of that red paint stuff should fix it up." He vanished in a flash of green again.
Hayashi thightened the grip of the wand in his hands as he stepped forth from behind the building "How did I do this now again....?" He muttered quietly for himself before waving the wand at the Glowstick man, sending out a weak blast of golden energy
edited 23rd Apr '12 4:41:48 AM by Clawthewolf
The Wizard chuckles, indeed dabbing some red paint on the ice. Rising, he exits the club, and begins to walk back to his apartment... When his phone rings. He picks up, not bothering to look at the caller ID, and cheerfully says, "Hello~~ This is-...Hi, Dad.
"...No, I haven't gotten a "real job", yet, no matter ho-
"I haven't sold any pain-
"...I don't have to pay rent, I'm staying with a nice female, uh, frie-
"...Yes, I suppose you could say I'm a freeloader...
"No need to be so rude...
"No, you can't meet them. I haven't let you meet anyone I date since you called Samantha a "dumb, blonde bimbo who should get a refund on her plastic sur-
"...No, she's not a dumb, blonde bimbo. She's a brune-
"...I know that wasn't your poi- Look, I have to go. She's making me pancakes. Bye!" He hangs up, and walks away whistling, and no longer tired, and considering what to do with the rest of his day.
edited 23rd Apr '12 6:42:07 AM by deathpigeon
She turned at his empathic response, surprised, and smiled wider, "I'm used to it. So, there's a cat. Go on."
edited 23rd Apr '12 5:49:57 AM by Aralyn
When I walk on the street counting my steps, magic keeps silent and reality stalks me.
"Right, so I'd like you to project your mind onto that cat and cause it to...wait a minute. If you're blind then how did you know I was flying?"
"There was a fly on the window, so I guess I looked through its eyes," she replied, "It hurts, though. It gets tiring trying to keep a fly so focused on one point, since it isn't susceptible to Higher thinking, I guess. Although it was still much easier in the jungle...I don't know why," she finished her speel.
edited 23rd Apr '12 6:00:49 AM by Aralyn
When I walk on the street counting my steps, magic keeps silent and reality stalks me.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Alright, i've lost my fucking patience.
"Listen here, Sergeant Dumbass; if you wanted him on your side, you shouldn't have shot. I'd do the smart thing and get the fuck out of here, maybe piss off somebody else with your 'Reinvent America' bullshit."
He slowly aimed the revolver at the soldier.
"You've got one chance. Take it, and you can leave with more sense than you had coming in. Don't take it, and that lumberjack with the axes will kill you."
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
"Maybe because you'd just got your powers, and were fresh off your first 'rush' of energy." He turned back to the cat. "If you can, try and take control of that cat and bring it over here. Maybe make it wave or something. If you can see through its eyes, you should probably direct it easily."
The solider felt the small blast of magical energy, and shortly after seeing the small girl, noticed the lowly human aiming a shotgun at him. It was four on one.
"Your proposal...is declined." Behind his shield, he took something small glowing and red out of nowhere, and flung it into the air in a tall arc.
"Grenade!" shouted Penny, and rushed back to where John was hiding. The red bomb hit the ground and let off an explosion about a foot in diameter.
edited 23rd Apr '12 6:12:30 AM by LizardOfAus
Hearing the word Grenade caused John to panic and get jittery in his father's hands.
Seeing Penny, John asked "Grenade? Where's the grenade!?"
Some people say I'm lazy. It's hard to disagree.
The Wizard decides to go back to his apartment, and walks there at a chipper pace. Conversations with his dad always left him feeling chipper. Sure, his dad always yelled at him, but he suspects that his dad might secretly see through all his lies, his mom definitely did, anyway. However, nothing got his blood pumping quite as well as fighting with and lying to a Worthy Opponent. Of course, that left him with nothing to do with the rest of his day... Arriving at home, and, with his most stereotypical Australian accent, he greets the doorman with, "G'day, mate." He goes to the elevator, and up to his apartment, an idea in his mind.
In his room, he flips open his laptop, and peruses the internet, searching for something. Following a related video to the trailer for Batman Begins, he comes across some news footage saying:
"For the past four days, there have been sightings of a mysterious man with red smoke coming from his hands. This man, whose true identity has yet to be revealed, has been spotted leaping five-story buildings in a single bound, clearing four city blocks in one jump, punching holes in brick walls, and firing blasts of energy from his hands and eyes. In one incident, he was repeatedly fired on with pistols, shotguns, and submachine guns by wanted criminals. Every bullet hit this man, and every bullet subsequently bounced back, causing several major injuries, but no fatalities. This is not a joke. This is actual news.
''"It is unclear what his ulterior motives are, but all of his targets are criminals, people with guns, and criminals with guns. City police have issued a warning to report all sightings of what they call 'the Parkour Vigilante', and specifically to report what he does. If you see this man and you are carrying a gun, do not, under any circumstances, let him see the gun, as he will immediately destroy it, and possibly attack you. I repeat, this is NOT a joke. This is what is actually happening in San Francisco. We'll be back with more on this story after these messages." The channel cut to commercial.''
"Lord help us all."
edited 23rd Apr '12 6:43:45 AM by deathpigeon
She attemped to do as he said- her voice reached out to the cat with a solid please. There was a beat before the cat's response, which seemed like a primitive "piss off", before she quietly withdrew.
"I can't," she said, stepping back, "I-It's like before, in the hospital, I tried to...uh," she assumed telling a stranger that she had attempted to hijack her own brother's mind wouldn't win any points, "I tried to call over a fly, but it didn't work."
From what I can ascertain I think for now she requires true emotion and need for her powers to work effectively, without her thinking; anger (the flute bit), fear (seeing through the fly to see who the stranger was). I guess in this way her paranoia works to her advantage but eh. Is that okay to work with? I was kinda going for the fact that it was easier for her to be emotive through music as a trigger, but verbal or true mental hijacking would be essentially the most powerful, but I probably should've inserted this in discussion 
edited 23rd Apr '12 6:47:03 AM by Aralyn
When I walk on the street counting my steps, magic keeps silent and reality stalks me.
"That's all right, I don't want to push you." He thought for a moment. "...try playing music while doing it. You were playing the flute just before you looked at me through the fly. It could help you become more lucid."
The Wizard sets out to the local store, and buys a lot of cans of spraypaint, all green, and a bald wig. He then walks to the local gun shop where he registers for a gun, does a safety test, and buys one. He heads back to his apartment, whistling. There, as the afternoon had waned into evening, he began to change. He puts on a simple pure black tuxedo with a light blue bow tie and cummerbund. He also puts on a black fedora, blue gloves, a white rose in a jacket pocket, and a black gun holster. He puts the spraypaint, and bald wig in a plastic bag, holsters the gun, and puts several of his jars of paint in pockets on the inside of his jacket, a long with brushes for them. With all of his preparations finished, he heads out, and catches a cab. He directs the cab driver to take him out of town to a nice secluded beach on Lake Michigan he'd been to many times. Once there, he waits for the cab to go away, and takes flight. He flies high enough to not be seen by people, but not high enough to run into planes, and heads for San Francisco.
edited 23rd Apr '12 7:15:01 AM by deathpigeon
"All right," she said- it was as good as anything. She slowly made her way past the familiar path into her house and felt for her flute on the sofa. It was still quiet, and she felt a small sense of gratification among apathy.
She picked the flute up and made her way back out onto the lawn, to where she thought he was standing. She frowned, placed it to her lips, and started off with a baroque melody, concentrating her thoughts on the cat.
Come over here, kitty, she thought absent-mindedly. She repeated this thought for a minute or two before getting annoyed, Annoying, primitive thing, won't even listen...
Listen...
Her fingers found that melody again, that niche that perfectly explained her, and the word echoed through the notes like a knife blade. And she felt the fur of a cat's tail on her toes.
She grinned, bending down to stroke the thing.
When I walk on the street counting my steps, magic keeps silent and reality stalks me.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
A grenade.
A fucking grenade?!
Alan dashed to the side away from it as it landed, although he did feel a flash of heat and stumble a bit.
Now he just kept his mouth shut and shot at the man's shoulders, particularly the one holding the shield with a side shot to the other arm, with three bullets.
Damn it, I don't have many more of these...
2 shots to the arm holding the shield, one to the other. 3 shots left before a reload, about an extra 6 rounds after that. This is going to be... tough.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Seeing that that poor bastard hadn't been blow to pieces and was still shooting, Lars positioned himself behind the soldier * and attempted to restrain his arms*.
edited 23rd Apr '12 7:50:05 AM by nman
The soldier dropped his shield, and shortly thereafter struggled against his new restraints.
"This guy's trouble," said Penny. She glanced at John. "I don't suppose...you wanna learn to do projectiles?"
"That's great, Lorna!" Paulo exclaimed, though inwardly he felt a twinge of concern. He'd been looking for the glow in her magic, and when he did, he looked at it closely. As expected, it was yellow, signifying a want to be better, but it was also tinged with red, showing a tad of resentment. He'd have to watch her rather closely, he thought. "Now, do you wanna learn some new spells?"
Ken was surrounded by a flash of red light as the teleportation spell activated. The next thing he knew, he was standing in the midst of a forest. The Nahuiollin temple was within sight through the trees. There were several others there, and all of them were dressed in the same red uniform as Pepperspray, with many variations, of course. They were all standing around and talking unintelligibly through their helmets. Pepperspray went up to one of them. "Got my recruit. He wants to go over conditions, though."
"Just let him mingle. We're still waiting for others. Hal's taking his sweet time."
edited 10th May '12 2:52:12 PM by LizardOfAus
The Wizard arrives in San Francisco at the dead of night, with few people on the streets. He heads to Market Street, and pulls out a can of spraypaint. Doing his best not to get seen, he begins to paint the side of the buildings, starting with a big W spanning two buildings. The next day, as the Wizard checks into a hotel, people would be able to see a big, green "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" painted on the sides of the buildings in Market Street.
edited 23rd Apr '12 8:15:20 AM by deathpigeon
Before John could answer, his father did. "Wait, are you asking my 12-year old son to fight?"
Some people say I'm lazy. It's hard to disagree.
The Warrior Monk of Coeurl
Despite the soldier being restrained, Alan couldn't tell exactly how this would all end from where he stood.
He supposed he could just kill the man, but that seemed... wrong, both on it's base level of taking another life and some prefectly senseable but unseen level.
Whatever group the lumberjack was with might want to talk with him too, but it was just the two of them, really.
And with the lumberjack restraining him... damn it, why was this coming back to him?
"Could've ran, Sergeant Dumbass."
A shot to the right leg.
"Then I wouldn't be as pissed as I am."
A shot to the other leg.
Alan looked to the lumberjack.
"He's all yours.", he stated, before discharging a final shot into the soldiers gut.
"You lost, Dio. You lost for one simple reason - you were using charcoal." - Hank Hill
Penny thought very carefully. "...Nope!" With that, she rushed back and slapped the soldier silly, aggravating him even further and making him struggle. She stepped back, it looked like the soldier was about to break free, and then BLAM, one shot to one knee, BLAM, one shot to the other, BLAM, one shot to the stomach. The soldier bowed his head, breathing heavily, but clearly still bubbling with adrenaline.
Feeling the weight shift from the shots, Lars attempted to slice the soldier's neck with his his right axe, lacerate his stomach with the left one, and keep him steady with his four other hands.
The soldier cried out in pain from the deep cuts. "You...will pay dearly...for this," he wheezed. He broke free of the Lumberjack's grip, stumbled forward...and then collapsed face down on the ground.
Quick as lightning, one of the camera bugs zipped over the prone warrior. It examined him closely for a moment, then zipped away, abandoning him.
Sitting down on the ground, Lar let out a groan. "Huh... sonuvabitch."
"Yeah, well, she can just go and shove it up her ass, but I guess... Anyway, I might not be here in Chicago when in a week..."