Dawn of a New Age - Oldport Blues

Flannagan House

"Ah-ah-ah! Just because we know they might be in danger doesn't necessarily mean we have the power to help them, Amy," Finn countered calmly, wagging his spoon at the digital girl's vessel, "Remember, right now I'm not suited for any fighting or action movie stunts, and if there was a bomb, I wouldn't know how to defuse it, assuming I could even reach it in time. Now, I did have another vision last night," he explained, then paused for a bite of cereal.

"An FBI agent named Longhorn, also in some of my earlier visions, was piecing together a timeline of the events that led up to the circumstances of that future," the redhead continued after swallowing, stopping every so often for more cereal, "Since it wasn't going well, he decided to start over from scratch, this time beginning the analysis with the morning of Monday, May 29th, 2017. Today. He said, quote, 'If things had gone a tiny bit different, everyone would have found out. Our entire world would have changed. And we probably wouldn't be alive.' This could mean a number of things. Everyone would have found out about what? The first things that come to mind are one, the existence of people with superpowers, and two, the conspiracy that 'Sarah Travers' is involved in. Next, how and why would everyone have found out? My original guess was as a direct result of some violent, disruptive event - for example, Daigo and Melissa killing everyone in the school, like I saw in a previous vision that I still don't have a timeframe for. If they got away with it without being discovered, as it sounded like they were going to, that would fit."

"But," he stressed with a self-satisfied smile, "now there's been a bomb threat, which means they'll be forced to evacuate the school. I was thinking of calling one in myself to make sure nothing happened, but the fact that it was called in by someone else without me intervening means that the massacre by Daigo happens at a later date, so I can still try to avert it. It also means that as long as I do nothing to change what happens today, it's certain that our cover won't be blown yet and whatever worse fate Agent Longhorn considered for the world won't come to pass. Thoughts?"

As the precog ate his next spoonful, an idea occurred to him, and he picked up his laptop and bowl, balancing Amy and Katheryn on the former, then moved over to the couch in the adjacent living room and set his burdens down on a side table. After the pair had a chance to respond, he brandished the TV remote and turned on the local news. Surely they would have a story about a bomb threat being made to Oldport's high school, especially with today being the day for finals.

Rooftop

Teleportation was exactly as unsettling as Jacob expected it to be. His own experiences testing his powers had caused all sorts of nausea and headaches from overexertion recently, so he was able to get his bearings quickly, but the teen still would have liked some warning.

Especially considering how he appeared a foot above the ground.

His landing was far from graceful, though he managed to keep himself from getting hurt. He quickly raised up his head and surveyed the area. No bomb. There were components, though. Components and many ticking clocks. This was a trick. A stupid scheme, probably to bait everyone out, and they had all fallen for it. Just going by what little he had seen, everything was quickly going to hell.

Someone was injured. Hyeon Jung was watching over her and she had blood around her stomach. Benedict was collapsed on the ground, mumbling about some nonsense or another. Someone he vaguely recognized was around the clocks and components and had pulled out a detonator. For what? There wasn't a bomb so what? An answer quickly presented itself when music began to play.

Looking back on this, Jacob would be unable to explain how he was able to process everything that had occurred so easily. The only idea that would come to mind is that the anger had focused him. "You... All this chaos today for some stupid trick?!" he shouted at Kevin, staring him right in the eyes. He just wanted to take his test, and now someone was dying on the rooftop and who knows what havoc was being wreaked elsewhere. And this student in front of him was definitely partially responsible.

Without turning to look at her, the teen used his power on the girl currently bleeding heavily. One and a half minutes would be good, there was no way she traveled far enough in that time in that condition for any problems to occur. She'd vanish from her current position and be where she was a minute and a half ago, immediately following that path. "Buying her a bit of time here, stay away from the area she was before I did this or it won't end well for you when time catches up," he told Jung plainly, not caring at all about if he ruined their moment. "Irene should be able to help with this, if you can find her." A doctor also might work, but he had no idea what kind of condition she was in beyond that it was not a good one. There was a bigger issue.

He focused his power onto Kevin. Similar to the incident with Michal at the park, he began rapidly looping him through the past few moments. The immediate actions after he pressed the button repeated again and again. This already was causing the beginnings of a huge headache, but he could bear it. This was important. The consequences of this incident would no doubt have a horrible effect on him. The only reason he wasn't going up there to punch him after releasing him from the loop was that Kevin was way stronger than him. It wouldn't be practical. "Someone actually strong! Get ready to restrain him, knock him out, break his bones until he can't move, literally anything!" the teen exclaimed angrily, walking up towards the looping miscreant and stomping on one of the clocks to let out his frustration.

Irene - Locker Area

With a frown on her face, Irene glanced between Melissa and the creature she was dealing with. Clearly it was an utter idiot, if it was so eager to run off after hearing a spiel even Sheev would think was a bit much.

Irregardless of that fact, Melissa was both willing and capable of bringing about death and mayhem. So, as the dragon bounded off to make some poor life decisions, Irene moved to incapacitate Duchovic. She doubted she could stop the dragon as is, but Daigo's wayward girlfriend seemed feasible.

If Melissa could turn to smoke then there was little she could do stop her. But perhaps there were limits to that ability, thought Irene, as she reached for the nape of her neck. If she fused the flesh of her hand with Melissa's neck, weaving their tissues together, would that prevent escape? It seemed worth the trying, at the least.

Edited by joergenjetsam on Apr 2nd 2019 at 12:39:35 AM

May 29th, 2019
Rogers High, Locker Corridor

"This is where it all happened."

Ivy's foot tapped against a locker door on the ground, which rocked on its warped axis. Dust and ash coated every surface, save for the month-old footprints of officers and investigators who had once scoured the place for any clues, any sense of understanding, before their search inevitably came up bust and left the place in its lifeless state. She almost felt like she was in a black-and-white film- not helped by her proclamation being the first that either of them had spoken in hours.

Behind her she heard Ciro come to a stop, and turned to watch him crouch down next to the scattered remains of some paperwork from a nearby classroom. The process of picking a sheet up was a delicate one, and it took a moment for his artificial fingers to slip correctly around the paper and force it into a grip.

"I guess, for me, it- it took a little longer to set in." she continued, the silence feeling too oppressive now that she'd broken it once. "I mean, we knew immediately that Zi-" she saw him tense up, and she too felt the weight in her stomach that merely speaking the name could produce. "But sh- But Luna... we didn't know that she was- that she was definitely- not until much later."

Her hand clasped around a cheap bracelet that had found a permanent home on her wrist. It didn't used to have any particular meaning- a cheap gift from a magazine that she and her friend had saved up for together- but it was one of the only things she'd been able to grab from Luna's house before the police arrived.

"W-What happened?" She spoke to Ciro now, but Ivy's eyes wandered up to the gaping maw in the corridor's infrastructure, where two years ago lightning had torn through concrete like it was paper. Likewise, her words now were tearing through the shields she'd erected around her soul, her voice wavering and stuttering in a way it hadn't for a long while. "When I came to, Irene was there, and Z- t-the body, but you- you and Melissa were gone, and we d-didn't- couldn't find you until-"

"There's a reason I don't talk about that." he said, finally, his voice hoarse and his eyes clouded over with some awful sight from yeas ago, his muscles (what ones he had left, that hadn't required replacement) locking up and aching at the memories. "Why are we here, Ivy? Just to make ourselves feel bad?"

She didn't reply, because she couldn't. She'd come here the year before, too, and she still didn't know why. Punishment, maybe? For doing nothing that day? Every second of her life since then had been spent hating herself for her actions, or lack thereof, going over again and again what she could've done differently, all the myriad ways she could've saved everyone and everything and stopped this whole tragedy before it started... but it never felt enough. She could never hate herself enough.

Her hands had unconsciously slid into her pocket, procuring her phone and tapping in the passcode. She walked over to Ciro, tiny trails of dust skimming into the air with each step, and then crouched down next to him. He watched her with muted curiosity as she pulled up the browser. "When I-" she paused, swallowed the lump in her throat, and continued. "When I think about... Luna, and I- I m-miss her, I watch this."

They huddled together, the only bit of warmth in the otherwise cold and barren building. "It makes me feel... connected to her, I-I guess. It reminds me that, that she would want me to- to keep going. To keep her in my heart, y-yeah, but... to not give up. Never surrender." She smiled to herself at a joke that Ciro, even after all this time, didn't understand. Still, he didn't protest as her finger touched the screen, the video opened, and a song fought against the stillness that threatened to overwhelm them.

April 1st May 29th, 2017
Rogers High, Locker Corridor, Nothing To See Here

He should've done something to stop the masked man before he barged through the doors, his lightning kissing against the frame, an entire crowd of people waiting outside for him to descend upon like a vulture. A monster. Ciro screamed at himself to move, his body cold and shaking from exhaustion and terror. He had to be better than this. He couldn't let Melissa- not again, he couldn't let her try this again, get blood on all their hands, the blood of innocents and children and-

The Dark Dragon would find, as he tried to strut down the steps and towards the crowd, that he was unable to. Something had grabbed hold of him, keeping him on the spot- if he were to investigate, he would find nothing he could see visually, but there was definitely something there, wrapped around his waist like an inner tube. If he were to look back into the school, the culprit wouldn't be immediately identifiable, but he might eventually notice the way that Ciro's hand was outstretched towards him, sweat beading down the boy's face as he felt electricity, the Dark Dragon's electricity, spark at the corners of his mind.

The longer he tried to keep the Dragon in place, the stronger the lightning would cry in his mind. But even without it, he was worried that he couldn't hold on for long- maybe he could've if he'd practiced more, if he hadn't been awash with tiredness right now, but he'd just had to be so caught up in the exams and so defiant to explore what had happened to them that he'd willingly given this disadvantage to himself. If any of the people outside got hurt, then it was on him.

"Zia..." he managed to say, voice strangled as slowly he attempted to drag the Dragon by the waist back into the school. "W-We have to stop him..."

Class 38A:

With every action and word of Nadine Bauer, Josephine could feel her limbs becoming stronger, along with her feeling of assurance that, right in front of her was a person she had been craving for her whole life. But, as if there was a nagging need for balance, doubt grew in accordance to the strengthening conviction...

It was so big... yet so fragile.

"She has a hidden agenda!", a voice that bore resemblance to her shouted inside her head.

"She doesn't."

"How can you trust her? Do you want to get hurt again?"

"She is here. That's enough. And, no. I will not hurt again."

With these words acting as a lullaby, Josephine put her doubts to sleep, even if for a moment. For once, she wanted to be truly free of this wraith by the name of paranoia.

"Our normal life was over since that day anyway," the girl said, looking straight at Nadine. "I'll do everything as you say, Nadine."

There will be a point in time - probably five minutes from now - where Rhys will beat himself up over his choice to full-on sprint at Daigo. It was like meeting a man in the street that holds you at knife-point only to help him out by headbutting the knife.

But right then and there, Rhys launched himself at his target, only to be met by the teen's hard grip. Before Rhys could try to escape, Daigo fixed him with a steeled look, thrust a clawed hand towards him, and outright confirmed his intent: Die. Rhys didn't hesitate to react. "Metallic!" The word was drowned out by the music that blasted from the PA system, the only sign of its effect being an added weight on Daigo's behalf.

Daigo didn't strike, however, opting to whip Rhys around like a ragdoll. The sounds of tearing fabric ripping flesh, and the smell of blood filled his senses. Then the shadows hit. The four dark spears hit all found their mark across Rhys's back, but instead of tearing through him like some sort of meat pinata, they pinged right off with a dull metal 'thnk', managing only to shred his jacket. Rhys arched his back in surprise, and with no time to spare, used Daigo's hold on him to lift his knees to his chest.

"Elongate," Rhys muttered quiet enough to be drowned out by the music. He kicked forward, driving his feet into Daigo's stomach as his legs suddenly grew twice as long. With the force of his kick and the added length, Daigo and Rhys were forced apart... unless the vampire's grip held true.

3rd Floor Corridors

Harriet felt another shock through her head as Severance tore through Daigo's torso, temporarily lifting the haze from her mind. As she gazed at both her victims, though, all she felt was flat. Numb. Sunken. Not the kind of thing someone who just killed another person should be feeling.

Her inner turmoil swelled again. There should be something there, rage, denial, regret, perverse glee even, SOMETHING, but why is there nothing?!? Nothing...but this dissonance - letting everything unravel, admitting to who she was at the core - and yet, nothing. Nothing...could that be all she was? Everything no more than a lie...

The discord was too much to contain. Emitting another indistinct sound, she half-instinctively aimed to finish the job of killing Daigo. Severance would rip out of him the way it came in, tilt upward toward his nape, and thrust - however, if it did land, the spear would disappear into Daigo's flesh in a greenish aura, not appearing out the other end even as Devin's body slammed into him. Past that point, Daigo would hallucinate that Rhys get torn apart despite his best efforts, letting the journalist's legless body fall into a rising tide of blood - that is, until Daigo gets too hard a shock on his actual body.

For as much as he could be, Ziz was confused.

It had been several minutes since its last reported contact with the Creator, and no correspondence had been received in that time. It briefly wondered - for perhaps a thousandth of a second - if the Creator had died in an explosion.

It had indeed recorded the waves of the explosion that did go off, and yet it couldn't be. The last noted position of Creator Ivy was at a notable distance from the detonation, and by Ziz's own estimates her goal was to go away from explosives, not towards them.

The Creator could possibly gain energy from explosions, but this had yet to be proven.

If not...why wasn't she answering its messages?

As such, you can see why Ziz was very confused.

Still, up there, exactly 400 meters from his earlier position, it continued to wait patiently. It knew what it had to do.

...

...

It considered asking Non-Creator Entity #495 (a seagull) if it had seen Ivy. However, it seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere.

...

...

Then, against its better judgment, it decided to go ask the next nearest entities that were much, much less mobile: the group of entities on the roof.

Buzzing down to the group of students on there, Ziz's rotary wings made a low whine as it impassively hovered over them.

One seemed to be caught in some kind of repetitious feedback loop, so presumably the one in front of it must be attempting to reset it. Another was leaking some kind of fluid (coolant?) all over the place, but still seemed to be operational. All of these people, and he wasn't sure which one to ask an important question!

Ziz hovered by Jacob's side. It had the ocular covering known as "glasses". Creator Ivy had "glasses". Creator Ivy knew everything. This must have been a trait among such things.

Completely oblivious to his struggle, it displayed its message on the ground in front of him with its projector:

[HELLO - DISPLAY COMPREHENSIVE LIST OF KNOWN ENTITIES AT THIS LOCATION - ?]

And waited patiently for a reply.

Edited by wikkit on Apr 4th 2019 at 1:40:18 AM

Rooftop

Jacob's little outburst of aggression was halted by a strange floating drone thing. It was clearly projecting a question on the ground for him, though why it was asking him was a mystery. He needed a clearer head...

He widened the loop a tiny bit, lengthening the time of each loop by half a second. The slight decrease in how often his power had to be used alleviated a bit of the headache, at least for the moment.

If this drone could actually tell him everyone present, that would be very useful. There was currently a dying girl on the premises, and knowing if Irene was around would drastically affect what course of action should be taken. "Um... Yes? Give me the list," he requested.

Ziz retracted its message, and hovered there in confusion. What? What did this one mean by that? Ziz was the one asking for a list.

[NO]

It buzzed, and shut off its eye for a moment before displaying a new message.

[GIVE ME THE LIST]

Rooftop

...The machine wanted a list. From him! Why? "I can't display anything, unlike you I can't just project what I want onto the ground!" he responded, exasperated. "I don't know who is in the building, just everyone up here." If this was a government robot trying to get information on them it would already have more than enough information about people on the roof anyways. Anything he said wouldn't hurt him too much.

"All I can do is talk to you directly, I don't have any list prepared. I'm Jacob Miller," he began, speaking slowly in a slightly condescending tone. His head was aching and this wasn't helping. He began to point around the roof. "Hyeon Jung, Lenore Martin, Benedict Tudor, and..." He paused, looking at the teen he was currently looping. "I don't know this 'entity's' name, actually." Chances were that this thing was related to someone else's power, or at least that was the hunch he had. "I am unaware of who else might be in the building. I can't just know everything."

Sure, he could try grilling the drone for more information. But, honestly, he was having enough trouble staying focused on his power while talking normally.

Edited by pillowmantis on Apr 4th 2019 at 7:42:24 AM

Jemimah Chen; No Time To Lose!

Jemimah Chen was a simple girl. She liked challenge. She liked danger. She liked excitement. She wasn't too good with love, and her grades were horrific, but what she was undoubtedly very good at was sailing through the problems of life with a big dumb gap-toothed grin.

The current situation was a problem of life, which meant that by definition...

"Woah, a bomb? Awesome! Wait, I thought you said that Daigo guy was cool. Why don't we go through the windows? You should really get longer legs. Ever thought of oatmeal cookies, but, like, without the cookie part? Man, that'd be sweet."

Jem, who had been keeping pace with Jae in an obliging manner, slid to a halt and swept her friend up in a bridal carry. She was barely breathing hard, despite the pace, and the wet floor seemed to pose very little challenge. Her sense of balance was clearly superb.

"Hey there!" she grinned at Mirielle. "I'm Jem! This is Jae-Jae. I'd pick you up, too, but I'm not sure if it's fine to do that to people who aren't buds. Also, I don't have any hands..."

A thought squirreled up her eyebrows, then realised the futility of its existence and committed hara-kiri.

"Wait, I'm a genius!"

She flipped Jae onto her shoulder like a beanbag, dropped to one denim-clad knee, and stretched out a very eager hand.

"Now we can be buds too! Let's get outta here!"

Rogers High Rooftop

Hyeon only dimly registered the clack of Benedict’s shoes racing up after them, his finger going from sailing like a distant airplane overhead to descending and clasping onto Carlie’s free hand, feeling her pulse with every beat of her straining heart. “You kidding? You make the Rock look like a pebble.” He said, before glancing back over his shoulder, a slight, reluctant, but nevertheless thankful smile already taking shape. About time! formed on his lips—and died on his tongue, looking on in horror as Benedict adopted an expression that Hyeon would need a lot more than a single weekend to forget. “No no no no no no no!” He began to shriek, as Benedict sagged, tumbled, and fell. “We don’t have time for this!” Tears of frustration welled in his eyes as he felt Carlie’s light flicker in her wrist, torn between her and the sight of Benedict swallowing his own tongue, and the perplexing web of chemicals and machinery around them, leading up to—

He stared at Kev. Kev stared back.

Then Hyeon could only wince, as an eruption of wind and sound sent Hyeon’s sunglasses rattling on his collar while the Korean boy braced his face with his forearm against the gust. All previous trains of thought abruptly and violently derailed in favor of considering the figure before him, who was as recognizable as she was utterly incomprehensible. “Lenore Martin?” He said, thinking that he couldn’t possibly be more astonished in that moment—only to be abruptly proven wrong, as Carlie up and vanished from his grasp, everything from her increasingly-cold hands to the blood she’d donated to the rooftop’s tiles. He dimly noticed that Lenore had a companion, and dimly registered that he offered some sort of explanation, but he was too overwhelmed for it to register as anything other than white noise, because at that very moment Kev pulled out a detonator and moved to—

Hyeon’s whistle cut through the morning air, but it wasn’t fast enough; Kwang’s darting, bounding form leapt up to knock the switch from Kev’s hand, a second too late to stop any possible detonations. But after Kwang landed, even he couldn’t help but notice that his paws were empty of his supposed prize, and as he threw a questing series of sniffs back up, he only encountered the same smells coming off of the person in front of him, pressing down on the object in question. Again. And again. And again.

“Who the fuck is Irene?” Hyeon said absently, mostly just to fill space, as he climbed to his feet like a wary zebra and moved toward the endlessly-repeating boy, reaching up to wave a hand in front of his unblinking, vaguely terrified face. Time out of mind is right… He thought, the music from down below starting to filter up into his haggard senses, all at once igniting a sense of indignant melancholy. He couldn’t know for sure Kev’s place in all this, but he could tell without a doubt just from his being here that he had some part to play in making his and every other student’s exam day a living hell. The other boy’s offer of busting Kev up, presumably before whatever was going on wore off, squared up Hyeon’s shoulders, flexed through his arms, and balled up in his fists, needing very little prompting to remember the carnage from down below that he still saw whenever he closed his eyes.

Yet…

Hyeon blew an exasperated burst of air from out between his lips, before raising a hand and gesturing at Kev like he was a car broken down by the side of the road. “I can’t dick-punch somebody who can’t defend themselves.” He said, before shaking his head and turning around. “We’ll have to find another way to—what the fuck is that.” Hyeon’s brow solidified as he stared at Ziz, his patience for surprises reaching an all-time low. He glanced from the robot, down to the projected message, up to Jacob, then to the robot again, and finally to Jacob once more, sporting a resigned shrug about his shoulders. “’s all yours.” He said, taking a step forward—and feeling something crunch underfoot. Moving his sneaker aside, he saw a small circular piece from the clock that the other boy had just smashed. It gleamed in the overhead sunlight, and as Hyeon stared at it, he became aware of a faint, persistent ringing in his ears, a symbol of how Daigo and his cronies had changed the playing field. Kneeling down, he picked it up, then moved up to Jacob, attempting to press it into the boy’s chest as he walked by. “Take this,” he said, holding it up momentarily and pressing his thumb against its back to push it forward in order to illustrate his point, “move behind him, press it against the back of his neck, and make like you’re holding him up. I got some questions I wanna ask him.” He continued on, Benedict’s thrashing form looming large in his sights, before stopping, taking a step back, and pointing at Jacob’s chest. “And good job.” He said, lingering on after the compliment in a way that made it clear he was trying to put a name to a face. And failing. “You.”

Kwang, meanwhile, was busily threading his way in and out of the projection of laser light, feeling it refract curiously off his fur as he was otherwise unable to clasp it between his paws. Eventually, he just settled back onto its hind legs, staring up both at the unfamiliar boy, and Ziz’s unwavering red eye, intently.

Moving on past them, Hyeon jogged the last few feet to Benedict’s side, sliding to his side and promptly fishing around in his own damp pockets. Alright, Hyeon thought to himself, reaching over to pluck his own phone from where Benedict had just dropped it, time to take your medicine. But as he pulled out his headphones to give Benedict his soothing dose of 90s pop-rock, he found that the pristine white surface of his earbuds had been reduced to a blackened, yellow mass of charred rubber and exposed wiring, clinging to his hand like a clump of dead grass. His phone, however, turned on happily once he pressed the button, and as he stared into the partial reflection of his own confused expression, a phrase rose unbidden to his mind:

“I made a few adjustments…”

Alright, whatever. Hyeon resolved, somewhat painfully putting away the earbuds and vowing to give them their proper respects later, as he settled on what would have to be Plan B. Waiting for Benedict’s nearest hand to grow still enough, Hyeon would attempt to snap out and grab it with his own, using one hand to hold the boy’s fingers open while the other attentively manipulated the middle and thumb fingers together—and with some prompting, would attempt to get Benedict snapping along with the persistent beat in the background. “It’s perf~ecti~on and grace,” he sang, wearily doing his best Steely Dan impression, letting his voice dip and his head bob along to the rhythm, Kwang’s tail distantly flicking along as well. “It’s the smi~le on my face…” Hyeon would keep this up, trying to at least get Benedict to repeat the words back to him, before nearly jumping out of his skin at a slight, but persistent banging on the door right next to them. Looking up at it trepidatiously, but also sorta kinda remembering the other boy mentioning something about this, Hyeon reached up for the doorknob, missed, tried it again, and had to release Benedict before he was able to twist it open.

He looked on, with no shortage of chill twisting around in his guts, as Carlie simply floated through the air, at roughly the same clip as when he’d first rushed out here. He might not have understood what was happening, but he could tell it was almost over, which meant that he didn’t have any time to lose; pulling out his phone, he brought up his Maps app, centering in on the familiar locale of his home, before moving it just sliiiightly to the side. “There’s a place a few blocks from my house,” Hyeon would say, as he got up and attempted to move over to wherever Lenore was, “that helps people who were hurt like her.” He felt a familiar grin come over his features. “Something you’d probably know, if you ever came to any of my parties.” Hyeon then had to choke back a sudden gasp, turning to the side as if he were merely laughing at his own joke. He watched Carlie plant back down onto the roof, her blood spread to reclaim her own macabre little patch, and felt a distinct sense of vertigo at talking about a life that seemed so incredibly, impossibly removed from where they were right now. He smoothly removed his sunglasses before putting them on with shaking hands, hoping they would help cover up the sudden redness, before half-turning back and offering the phone to Lenore, the coordinates to the hospital proudly displayed. “Can you do it? What you did before?”

Edited by Uncandescent on Apr 11th 2019 at 6:49:10 AM

Locker Corridor - Talk Shit, Get Hit (With Mind Bullets)

Melissa. If there was something in this world worse than psychopathic douche canoes like Daigo (and whatever poser was currently using Simon's body), it was a murder-groupie. A stray thought, dripping with disdain, would hit Melissa like a slap to the face, Can't you at least commit your own atrocities? Zia resolved to have an indepth 'chat' with her later. If they survived that long, of course. The thing that called itself 'Dark Dragon' (For Pete's sake, this isn't an anime...) was making a break for the doors, and worse he was going to take Melissa's advice. As some small consolation, she heard something inside him object. It was hard to make out over the remains of Luna's mind, but maybe she could help that little voice out. Maybe.

Ciro was quick to act at least, Brayne shooting him a thankful look and then attempting a reassuring smile at his request, Working on it... With a deep breath she forced herself to focus through the screaming chorus around her, forcing the orchestra of minds into somekind of order with a steady tap of her foot and reaching out to monster in front of her and gripping tight, Simon! Get out here now! She called, stepping closer as she tried to wrestle control of the Dragon's, or rather Luna's, power from it as best she could. Her foot tapped a steady rhythm and she started to hum softly, eyes glazed, If we die I am gonna haunt the shit out of you, Simon! Come on!

Rooftop

God, his head hurt! Jacob had practiced sustaining a repeating loop these past few days, so he wasn't yet at risk of collapsing with a nosebleed, but if this lasted a minute more he didn't know what might happen. "Irene is... she also has powers," he answered, a dazed expression overtaking his angry one. It was so hard to stay focused. "Can do things to people she touches, manipulate their bodies somehow. She'd probably be able to heal her."

At least Hyeon provided enough proof that the floating drone wasn't a product of his over stressed mind by acknowledging it, though he didn't exactly have any answers either. "...Right," the teen said, still hoping that the robot would move on to someone who didn't currently have more important things to worry about.

Whatever the plan was with the metal disc that made anyone think it could work for holding Kevin up, Jacob could get behind the plan. Even if it wouldn't work for long, a few seconds without using his power would work wonders. And it wasn't like it would take anything more than an instant to rewind him if things went wrong. Honestly, with how Hyeon was taking charge and exercising a bit of good sense he was more inclined to give his plan a shot. With all this power nonsense, Jacob himself had completely forgot about the logical plan of simply getting the injured student to a hospital. That was far more reliable than trying to hunt down a powered teen who may or may not be in the building.

"Got it... and my name is Jacob," he said, as he shambled over to Kevin's back. Despite the unsteady lurch in his steps, it didn't take him much longer than normal. "Alright... let's do this." Right at the start of another second long loop, Jacob consciously stopped the occurrence of any future use of his power. When Kevin finished this second, he would immediately feel a small metal disc on the back of his head. Jacob himself would immediately feel a sense of relief in his head that couldn't be understated.

Now he needed to sell this. "Don't you dare move!" he growled, pushing the disc in harder. "I don't need to tell you why this situation is bad for you, do I?" He hoped, considering that Jacob had no clue why this disc was supposed to make for a good threat. "So just stay still and listen to us and you won't need to get punished." He was channeling the authoritative tone that his mother always used, trying to make his words sound threatening but adding a promise of safety if he stayed compliant.

Wuh...? Somefing's blockin' me? Tryin' to go forward, and somefing's in the way? Forcefield? Mind powers? Something...pushing, no pullin'. Yankin' me back my the waist, like some shepherd's crook in an old timey music 'all. I'm reaching for it, but nuffing's there. Tryin' to grab at somefing that isn't there, but it's pulling me backwards, back into the hallway, but I can't go back in yet, I need to use it, need to use the power, need to let it out before it blueballs the-

Simon!

FUCK! In my head again. In my head, 'round the waist, everyfing bearing down again, I don't have to take this shit.

Get out here now!

"gidda FUCK OFFAME!" Swingin' my arm, I whip myself around, and a shining red tide crashes down behind me, poundin' the nearest wall near inwards. How much was that? Gotta be just a fraction of what's in me now, but every fucker's swarmin' about me already and these pissy little fuckers need to die right faster! So now I'm lashin' about me, artless and flailin', sending flails of fiery energy about, scarring the ceiling and marring the floors.

If we die I am gonna haunt the shit out of you, Simon! Come on!

"STOP CALLIN' ME THAT!" Clutching my 'ead, trying to shut her out. She's worming in, tryin' to squeeze me out, take my strengf an' my power for 'erself. She can't! That's my job! Always was! "Simon's not getting a say here... You 'ear me, you fuckedy jean grey slag?! I'm the real deal, my body, MY life! Get outta my head, get out where I can see you. Fight me like a man, so I can cook you like a FUCKING HORSECOCK! RRRGH!" Fling fire left,

whss

fling fire right

what?

cross fists over chest, and build up the pressure,

what's going on

now RELEASE! Face aimed upwards, roaring at the ceiling, and with it, a torrent of fiery fury, a geyser of plasma, punching through every floor, and still it flies...

Edited by LizardOfAus on Apr 29th 2019 at 10:18:50 AM

"Of... courrrrseee..." Melissa drawled out the word, watching the Dark Dragon leave her behind to do his... dark bidding. All she had to do was ensure that he was uninterrupted by outside forces—

The feeling of having someone's hand fused to the back of your neck was not a pleasant one, especially because Melissa was also trying to get away from Irene at that exact same moment. "What are you—" She hissed in pain, trying to turn around but finding herself restrained by Irene. "You're hurting the wrong person, Melissenos. And choosing the wrong side here!"

Fearing Melissenos was too far gone for her speeches, Melissa decided to change courses, to force her to let go of her by threatening someone else. She held up her hand and her fingers spread apart, dissipating and turning into inky grey smoke, the sleeves of her shirt flopping as her arm dissipated along with them. And once she had a sizable cloud, Melissa turned towards Ciro and shook her head just so.

It was hard to see, but the cloud began moving through the hallway, towards Ciro, eventually coming to rest around the boy's head. He'd get a pretty nice view of the smoke- real smoke, puffs of it, like they had just left a smoke stack- before it suddenly tried to slide into his nostrils, in an attempt at clogging up his nose and keeping him from breathing.

"Let me go," Melissa growled to Irene, having received Zia's mental slap and practically offered her own mental right cheek, as if daring her to do it again. She just stared at the plasma flying around them, destroying the entrance corridor and its lockers. "Or I'll choke her boyfriend to death."

Once outside, the Dark Dragon would be met with the blinding glare of several police car lights, along with the sight of most, if not all of the officers in the area, turning towards him. A few of them drew their weapons- as if expecting the worst based on what they knew from the situation- but one of them, a grizzled white man (perhaps the leader) took a step back and held up a megaphone.

"Please drop to the ground and put your hands up!" He instructed, with two officers, one on each of the Dark Dragon's side, waiting to see what he would do. News cameras focused onto him, reporters writing down every detail that the cameras couldn't capture. And behind those two were students and teachers, all of them confused and worried about what was going on in their school.

The officers stepped back in surprise as the Dark Dragon waved his arms around, and by the time he sent a wave of red plasma flying back into the corridor, all of them had their guns drawn. But they didn't do a thing. Instead they just watched as plasma after plasma flew out, scarring the entrance to the school, some of it spilling onto a car that got too close and causing the sirens to short-circuit.

But when the Dark Dragon roared to the skies and shot a blast of plasma directly at the roof, the police officers that weren't already visibly trembling with fear scrambled back, behind their defensive lines, their supposed leader dropping the megaphone to scurry back as well. And as the Dark Dragon revealed himself to the world, he would feel the buzzing in his ear- the indication of Luna's power within him- growing fainter and fainter, giving him enough strength for one final attack.

Rhys' foot stretched before him, not with a cartoony sound, but with the sound of his skin stretching and pushing Daigo back... back through the spear, forcing him to slide out of the other end. Daigo, surprisingly, tried to grab onto the spear, as if trying to keep himself in place... even if that place was with a spear going right through his and his friend's body.

But the spear moved away, ripping out of it the way it came in, freeing both Daigo and Devin for a moment. Yet, that brief moment was more than enough. With blood and some guts trailing behind him on the floor, Daigo's fingers pierced through the back of Devin's shirt as he rolled to the side, dragging his friend along with him, both of them barely evading Severance- even though Devin, by this point, had the vacant gaze of someone who was not long for this world.

That was why Daigo did not notice it when Carlin suddenly reappeared and started floating towards the stairwell. His eyes were on Devin and only Devin. His friend laid on the ground, the wound on his own chest now so big and so grotesque that it seemed downright unreal, like something out of a Hollywood movie. Daigo did not say a word to Devin, perhaps because the only sound Devin was currently making was a low, sickly gurgle.

With a deep breath, Daigo opened his mouth and dug his teeth into Devin's neck. Almost instantly, it was like life had sprung back into the young boy: his eyes opened widely, his jaw hung open just a little, his fingers twitched and his legs kicked. But that wasn't for long. Slowly, second by second, his body stopped. And Daigo? Well, his wound began to heal itself... regenerating... in fact so did all of the wounds in his own body. Daigo pulled back, blood dripping from his canines, and he licked his lips, letting Devin flop from his hands...

... and Devin rolled forward, onto a pool of his own blood, landing with an empty thud. He seemed dead... until he breathed in, his still mostly lifeless eyes looking at Harriet as his lips murmured the same word over and over. "Help... help..."

As Daigo's eyes shined an inhuman red, he hissed at the three other kids and shoved his fist through a nearby door, practically tearing it off the hinges with a burst of power that had fallen upon him through what might have been obvious means. With an added spring to his step (and exhibiting faster speed than usual), he hurled the door at Rhys and ran towards the nearby stairs, scampering for an exit— just as the ground shook from the jet of plasma bursting through the floor and then the roof, creating a stream that heated up the area almost immediately.

"Oh hey." Lenore whistled at Hyeon, giving him the ol' two-finger salute before looking at the body he was currently hunched over. "Oh hey."

"I was just—" Kev tried to get up and explain himself, but his legs were wobbling too much to even let him get off the ground. "—Daigo needed to find out who had what powers, and he thought... he thought a bomb would draw everyone out, he never meant to hurt anyone!" He explained, focused entirely on Jacob even as, not that far away from him, Carlin disappeared from under Hyeon's grasp. "I swear, he never meant to hurt anyone!" He repeated, his hands shaking. "I swear, he never meant to hurt anyone!" He repeated again, stuck on a loop.

"I could beat him up, if Hyeon ain't feeling it." Lenore said, holding up her fists and jumping from side to side like an old timey boxer- even if her arms were more like twigs than meant for actual fighting. Her video game character fighting stance ended when Hyeon brought her attention towards Ziz. "Woooah— that's fucking awesome." She almost moved forward to pet him, but a single glance at Ziz' rotors made her change her mind.

Benedict's hand eventually clasped onto Hyeon's, flopping around like a wet noodle, until said wet noodle managed to start snapping itself, eventually forming a beat. "Tonight when I... c-chase the dragon..." He began singing, the lost, dispersed gaze disappearing from his eyes as he slowly sat up, drenched clothes flopping along with him. "The water may change to... cherry wine— who is... who wrote this song?!" He asked, the fear now giving way to his usual snobbish, though he made a point of looking at Hyeon and lowering one of his two raised eyebrows. "T-thank you, Jung." He replied, in tune with the song.

"Yeah, uh, you really wanna talk about your parties now?" Lenore said, staring at Hyeon with that classic squinty-eyed look that stood for both distrust and being stoned out of one's mind. She took his phone and tapped at it, opening up pictures of the area. "Shit, yeah, I think... I think I can do this, but I need to hold on to her, and— okay, yeah, this is gonna be hard." She handed the phone back to Hyeon- or rather, just placed it where she thought his hand was supposed to be, paying no mind to whether or not his hand was even there.

Lenore dropped to her knees besides Carlie as Jacob took his place behind Kev. She reached for the other girl's arm, gripping it tightly and almost letting go of her when Carlie groaned with pain from the movie. The downed wrestler looked up at Lenore and lifted her prosthetic finger, poking the other girl on the cheek. "You're pretty." She muttered with a tone that would make Hugo the Abominable Snowman proud. Lenore replied to her with a curt nod and a grin, turning her gaze towards Hyeon, as if seeking some confirmation that this would work.

But before Hyeon could say a word, the two of them disappeared in a puff of smoke, sucking in the air around them.

"... hurt anyone!" Kev finished, slipping out of the loop and freezing once he felt the disc on the back of his head. His hands went up, and he dropped the detonator, though by now calling it a detonator was a disservice to real detonators. "I'm listening." He muttered, almost nodding before remembering the shape being pressed against his neck and stopping. Tears started pooling around his eyes as he repeated "I'm listening", shivering hands hanging high in the air.

His shivering increased, not because of fear, but because of the ground- and somewhere near the edge of the rooftop, a veritable fountain of plasma erupted from the ground, plateauing a few feet above the roof and raining down plasma upon those nearby. "What the hell is that?!"

"Yeah I said he was nice but y'know what, he might actually be fucking insaAAAAAAAAH!" Jae yelled at the top of her lungs as she was suddenly swept into a bridal carry, landing on Jem's arms swiftly and perfectly. Her eyes rested upon her friend's, and Mirielle would be able to see a distinct red tint on her cheeks alongside a familiar gaze, as a pink string forged itself right before her eyes, connecting Jae to—

—Jem threw Jae over her shoulder, and the pink string disappeared. "You should do what she says." Jae told Mirielle, trying to look at her through the spot inbetween Jem's arm and her body. "Jem, after this, we need to get outside— the closest exit is through the front door so take us there, got it?!"

Nadine could barely hold back the genuine smile on her lips. "That's great." She said, gripping Josephine's hand. "That's, uhm, that's fantastic. Because I... I think our cover is about to be blown, and I think people are about to find out who we are— what we are, what we can do." Josephine's trust had actually made Nadine stumble and mumble even more. "I think we need to run right now. Get a head start before shit hits the fan."

Amy and Kathryn exchanged reactions- and by that, what we mean is that Amy displayed several variations on the '(⊙_☉)' emoji whilst Kathryn remained stuck in its inanimate, slightly swirling blob form, stuck on the page. "Wow you sure thought that out Finn, and you're still in your P Js! I'm just worried that something bad might happen anyway though..." Amy said, sliding in a little '(＠Д＠；)' at the end to demonstrate her worry.

When he turned on the television, Kathryn's blob moved about the page trying to get a better view, until Amy's digital visage was replaced with the image from the TV, giving Kathryn the view she was looking for. The reporter, a young man with a buzzcut named Terrence Parker, was currently standing outside Rogers High, a chyron with the words 'CHAOS AT ROGERS HIGH' running under him.

"We're waiting for any updates and—" Behind him, the doors opened, and a teen boy wearing a mask and no shirt stepped out. "Hold on, Jennifer, we're getting something." He stepped outside, letting the camera zoom into the boy and the clear lightning bolts arching off his body. "I don't know what's going on, but..."

"gidda FUCK OFFAME!"

Terrence instinctively hid off-frame, bobbing in and out as the cameraman focused on the young boy and how he was suddenly throwing fiery hot lava all around him. "These images are not doctored, you are seeing it live— lava— we can feel the heat from here!" Terrence tried to explain, but he eventually walked back enough to not even be seen, the camera bobbing as the cameraman tried to get back into a safe distance and keep the focus on the boy at the same time.

Then, the boy turned to the skies and began shooting a torrent of plasma aimed right at the rooftop, prompting Terrence and the cameraman to almost fall back as they tried to leave. The image cut off, and it was replaced with the anchorwoman, Jennifer Simmons, staring at the screen with a look of uncertainty. Someone whispered in her ear, and she steeled herself, cleaning her throat. "We lost contact with Terrence, but... we're looking into it and will reconnect with him as soon as possible."

Amy replaced the news footage on her screen with a single blinking emoji: '(ʘᗩʘ’)'

Edited by Stratofarius on Apr 19th 2019 at 11:50:02 AM

Locker Corridor, Where's A Fire Extinguisher When You Need One

Ciro's first instinct, upon seeing the lashings of heat hurtling down the corridor and scorching the lockers around them, was to grab Zia and pull them both to the ground. He even got halfway to doing so, his hand snapping over to grip her by the shoulder in preparation of throwing them down, but his second instinct kicked in just before he could apply the necessary force. They weren't the only ones in the corridor. There was the person still curled up on the floor, and Irene, and... and even Melissa.

The hold around Dark Dragon's waist dissipated, offering Ciro a brief second of relief before it was replaced by an even greater strain. A burst of plasma hurtled towards Irene and Melissa, only to slam into an invisible wall, leaving a scorch mark hovering in the air for an instant before Ciro groaned and the wall disappeared.

"Ge- get out." he managed to say through the strain, then repeating it louder- not to the Dark Dragon, but to everyone else. "Everyone, get out!"

A second wall was erected to prevent a plasma whip from striking down onto the jacket-covered figure on the floor, protecting the girl but wrapping Ciro's mind in a burning chain that drew out another moan through gritted teeth. His whole body felt like it had been set on fire, psychosomatic sweat dotting his brow as he tried to breath through the burning sensation, his throat feeling raw and jagged from the flames-

And then, quite suddenly, he couldn't breathe at all. He could smell smoke as it entered his body and cut off his lungs- from the pillar of flame that was now spouting from the Dark Dragon, maybe, but it was too much, too fast, Ciro gasping weakly as he tried and failed to force air past the blockage...

Zia would feel his grip on her shoulder loosen, and then eventually fall away as Ciro fell down to his knees, one hand steadying himself against the floor while the other wrapped uselessly around his neck. Unnatural, croaking noises were all that he was capable of now, his vision swimming before him and blurring together into one big mass of burning red.

Irene - Locker Area

Irene laughed, a short unpleasant sound.

"I haven't hurt you yet, and you don't wish to see what that looks like."

Irene glanced at Ciro, who was indeed choking on the floor.

"Stop that immediately," she snarled. "or I'll abandon restraint in favour of ripping off your head."

Inwardly, she blanched at the declaration. With a few words she had committed herself to murdering another person, and she dearly wished Melissa would back down, and save them all from more deaths. Even so, she reminded herself, the girl was unrepentant and had no qualms with murder herself, so this measure was surely justified. How many more lives might go lost if Melissa survived this day?

She wriggled her fingers experimentally, closing them around the spinal cord, and saw ripples across Melissa's neck in response. If need be, she knew, one movement would be sufficient to carry out the threat.

Her grimace deepened, if it had been possible.

Edited by joergenjetsam on Apr 21st 2019 at 5:51:19 AM

Melissa was at the top of the world. She watched Ciro fall to the ground, clutching his own neck, right in front of Zia. For some reason, seeing his knees hit the ground, his arms buckle under the weight of a growing pain, his eyes fill with tears as they begged for release. It was so delightful, she practically didn't hear Irene's voice, telling her to stop.

But she did feel her fingers gripping her spinal cord.

She had never felt something literally crawling under her skin. Oh, yes, she had felt the 'metaphorical' crawl, that sneaking sensation that the person in front of you was nothing but a barely functioning mass of despicable worms, but Melissa had been fortunate enough to never experience a surgery or some form of medical procedure that would force hear to deal with such feelings. Then again, they probably didn't feel like this.

Irene would see Melissa glancing back- her eyes, wide and fearful- as the smoke flew out of Ciro's throat, coalescing back into the shape of her hands before turning from a grey wisp into a hand full of flexing fingers, a hand that quickly shot up to indicate she had given up. "Now get that away from me." She hissed at Irene, trying to steady her own body, fearing that the trembling currently making it way up her body would somehow trigger a response from the flesh witch.

Irene - Locker Area

Well now, Melissa had backed down. One point in her favour, finally. Irene was tempted to breathe a sigh of relief, but suppressed the impulse. This was not yet over. For a start, despite having not killed Ciro, the Dragon that was Simon had gone off at her behest. If that saw lives lost it would be on her hands, partly at least.

"One moment," she said, as her other hand reached up under Melissa's shirt. With unnatural ease they pushed through the skin of her lower back and seized one of her vertebrae. There was a pause, one last moment of consideration given. Then Irene pulled back her hand, yanking out the bone and severing Melissa's spinal cord right above her hips.

She released hold of her neck and throat as she pulled out of her back, letting the girl fall forward now that she no longer could feel her legs.

Locker Corridor - internal screaming

Perspiration began to coat Zia's face as she wrestled with the parasitic douche in Simon's brain, fists so tight her knuckles went white as she pulled. She barely noticed when it tried to immolate them, only flinching when Ciro made an effort to protect her. She could hear Simon more clearly now, but he was still quiet, "Simon, he's going to kill us! I can't-" Brayne's teeth were clenched, head throbbing as the panic around them grew and Dark Dragon fought. The pressure was intense, and it was hard to keep the emotions swirling in the area from infecting her.

Melissa's threat gave Zi pause, blushing a little when she called Ciro her 'boyfriend' (was her rushing on him really that obvious?) and nearly losing grip on the dragon as she felt Ciro's grip loosen. She tried to catch him and hold him up by his arms, "Shit! Ciro?" She turned to Melissa, glaring intensely as she felt her best friend choking on the smoke, ignoring his suggestion to run, "You crazy piece of- What the actual fuuuuuuuuc-" And she realised Irene wasn't just holding the girl's neck, she was holding her spine somehow sinking beneath the skin, "... Okay, wow." She breathed, noting the smokey hand retreat with some relief and refocusing her attempts to restrain the thing inside Simon.

She was nearly hyperventilating, fear and anger and confusion permeating her being and a hundred alien thoughts filling her vision, Luna, if you can understand me- you need to- to get out. She tried, perhaps in vain, leaning against a row of lockers, Simon... Zia couldn't keep her head straight anymore, could hardly breathe as she made a last ditch effort to pull Simon to the 'surface' of his own mind. The thing that called itself 'Dark Dragon' would find it was wracked with sudden pain, Brayne tearing at his being wildly but with fading strength.

3rd Floor Corridors

As Severance missed its mark, it crashed and toppled onto the floor, the harsh impact reverberating into Harriet's head and forcing her to collapse. Drained and fatigued, she could only watch as Daigo cannibalized(?) Devin and threw him away. She took a moment to behold what she has done, as his body collapsed before her.

Even in his sorry state - entrails spilling out, betrayed and left for dead by one of his own - Harriet could not feel much for him, somehow. Maybe a tiny bit of what could be pity? Devin's weak pleas for help eventually reached Harriet. Since she started this, it would be fitting that she would be the one to end it. Severance floated back up, moved just above Devin's head.

Just then, a searing heat burnt Harriet on her back; her instincts took over and she scampered away from the erupting pillar of plasma, Severance once again overreacting in kind to the shock, thrusting downward and trapping itself into the floor while impaling whatever part of Devin's skull that was in the way.

Locker Corridor, Not The Most Audacious Start For Our Party

The smoke lifted, and Ciro spent the next minute in a cycle of gasping in deep lungfuls of air, only to cough it back out as his aggravated throat protested. Panic set in as, for a brief second, it seemed like the removal of the blockage wasn't getting him anywhere closer to catching a breath, but eventually enough stayed down to keep his lungs satisfied.

With a shaking hand he rubbed his neck, still gasping like a landlocked fish and fighting back the tears in his eyes. And yet, when he felt Zia's hands on him, he waved her away with a weak, raspy "'m fine." Despite how much he actually would've liked her support, whatever she was doing to the plasma-spewing student was clearly already a task without having Ciro to worry about too.

Which only left the question, how could he help her? He wasn't even in a state to get up, let alone use his power again. He was paralysed not only by his air-starved limbs, but by an acute feeling of helplessness. Here he was, brought to his knees by a few wisps of smoke, while everyone around him continued to fight against its source.

He had to do something. Irene didn't seem to be in trouble with Melissa, which left... Ciro attempted to stand, and when that failed, crawled hand-over-knees to where the mystery student was still curled up on the floor. If he couldn't help Zia directly, then he could at least reduce the amount of people she had to worry about. With another quick gasp of air, he pulled at the parka wrapped around their body. "H-Hey." he croaked, trying to convey urgency with both his words and his tugging. "Hey, come on, ww- we have to leave, now."

Hunched. Gaspin'. Oh, by fuck. That shittin' geyser trick took a shit ton outta me. Buzzing's goin' faint now, almost gone. Should just be enough left for one last AHHHHHHHFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! SCRATCHIN'! PAIN! SCRAPIN' IN MY 'EAD! Clutchin' scalp, failin' around, can't fink, can't focus, where's it come from what am I doing, no, NO! This is her doin'. Fucking psychic bitch. Can't let 'er win. Focus now. Focus on the anger, the pain, the hatred, the bloodlust, the only fings in this fucking skull that are real, that I feel, that I can use. Stretching my arms out now, 'ands clawed, arms trembling wiv tension. 'eat flows up, filling the palms of the 'ands wiv angry light. 'eat turns to flame, flame turns to plasma, plasma turns to shiny blue lightning.

"ffffuuuuuuck YOU!"

CLAP my 'ands, and a migh'y funderclap follows. Wave of lightning, striking every surface, surgin' in th' direction of the fuckos. Burst o' power, energy released, energy deple'ed...energy...gone...limbs 'eavy...head...swimming...feel...slee...pyyy

Thunk.

Edited by LizardOfAus on Apr 29th 2019 at 10:19:24 AM