Surrounded by weirdoes
Samuel cracked his neck as he looked to the dummies, as several fragments of ice appeared next to him.
Wake me up at your own risk.
Liam looked at how the others were preparing as they arrived at the training room. Interceptor's words made Liam look down for a moment, before he perked right back up and stretched, cracking his knuckles. He just needed to make sure he didn't overly harm the dummies - maybe he could just make use of his strings, and only use Regalia if necessary...
...though, most likely, the teachers expected to see powers during this kind of test.
He guessed he'd just need to exercise the highest caution. In contrast to his classmates, Liam simply took up a defensive stance after moving forward.
Where am I? What's going on?
Training Room
Rebecca made a show of cracking her knuckles after Interceptor explained the rules. It was finally time to show her stuff! She’d been looking forward to this since she got here. Hell, she’d been looking forward to this since three weeks ago, when she first realized that Elly had given her superpowers.
And holy crap, they were going to meet the Saint afterwards! Did she look okay? Was she too grimy? Not grimy enough? Was her stench potent enough? She did want her shtick to get across, after all. If she was gonna be gross, she was gonna be proud of it.
Brenner's Wolves Fight Again
Training grounds. 8:10 hours.
Rosalinda raised her hand. "Sir, are we going to take turn fighting or are we going for an all-out brawl?"
edited 19th Feb '18 5:51:28 PM by RAlexa21th
Where there's life, there's hope.
Breath of the Sun
Training Room
Opening his bag, Mikael withdrew his weapons. His baton slid into his belt, his knife he hid in his inside coat pocket. A quiver of bolts - half dull and flatheaded, the other half tipped with tranquilizer - clipped to his side. And finally, his crossbows - one he placed at his back to dangle, for he doubted he'd need both for such a simple exercise, the other he nocked with a tranq bolt, swiftly checking it to make sure the mechanism wasn't damaged.
Putting his locket back under his shirt, just in case, he tied his coat closed, and raised his crossbow, awaiting the training room's activation, and Interceptor's answers. If they were working as a team, he'd leave the others to engage in melee while providing ranged support. Otherwise, he'd have to wing it, though he was reasonably certain he could keep a gaggle of simple dummies out of arm's reach.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Training Room
"Alright now we're talking!" Mike said as they entered the training room and he heard the instructions. Fighting and hitting dummies were two things he excelled at in his old school - the former he'd honed in the hallways and the latter during practice. He might not even need his powers. That being said, it was better not to risk it. He looked upon Matten - the one who'd been most vocal about putting him down. He grinned devilishly.
He'd learned a sort of loophole with his powers. They only activated when in the presence of another superpowered enemy and gave Mike complementary powers in order to defeat his enemies. Typically, that meant that he'd have the powers until his enemies were knocked out or ran away but the idea of "enemy" and "defeated" were flexible ones. Mike had theorized that if he concentrated his competitive mentality towards a single target and focused on one-upping them enough, his body would register that person as an "enemy" and one-upping them would count as "defeating" them. He had such little practice with it that the only power he could feel activate inside him was an enhanced strength to counter Matten's enhanced durability. With such a wide array of powers that Matten had, if he was better practiced at this "rivalry" technique, he could probably gain more powers but, as it was, he just had the increased strength.
"Bring 'em on teach!" he shouted.
Training Room
Q&A time. Matten was first. "They do," said Interceptor. "They stimulate anything we want them to stimulate. They're actually hard light holograms, like everything else in this room. So if they're programmed to behave like human beings, then that's how they'll act. Which they are."
Next up was Evergreen. "Everyone's taking them on together. As I've said, heroes need to be able to work with anyone on a given notice. That doesn't mean you have to work with anyone persay, but it might make things a bit easier if you do. Also, don't worry about the ground. If something really gets wrecked, we'll just have Bozo conjure up a new piece of floor. Magic's surprisingly verstatile."
Last but not least was Rosalinda. "All out brawl. Again, learning to work together is essential. In any case, I think that covers it. Let's begin." Interceptor pressed a series of buttons on the control panel before vanishing out of sight. As if by magic, the entire room began to change before their very eyes, shifting and morphing until it resembled a post-apocalyptic city. Standing before them were a group of 14 large, burly thugs looking like something out of Mad Max. And they didn't look too friendly. Nor were they. In seconds, they began charging at the students with wild abandon, screaming at the top of their lungs like mavericks. And all the while, someone or something seemed to be watching them from the window above...
AKA Nixer
Training AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH Room - Lucy Livingston
At first, it didn't fully register in Lucy's mind what had just happened, and it wasn't until a thug had thrown a right hook inches away from her head that she reacted, yelping and diving out of the way.
She was expecting stuffed dolls on stands, not a freakin' Holodeck.
Scrambling up onto her feet, she concentrated briefly as the thug went to attack again, before flicking her wrist out sharply, generating a whip of pure ink from her arm.
Clutching it tightly, she waited until the thug was in arms reach before snapping her whip towards him, which curled around his arm and gripped tightly by her mental command. Giving a sharp tug on the whip, she pulled him towards her, aiming a kick to his back and sending him to the floor.
Busy manipulating the whip to wrap around him to tie him up, panting heavily and already feeling weakened from her ink generation, Lucy didn't notice a second thug charging towards her to her right through her haze of adrenaline.
edited 19th Feb '18 6:13:37 PM by Enirboreh
bork
Breath of the Sun
Training Room
Backpedaling almost immediately, Mikael fired his first bolt towards the neck of one of the thugs, and it spun in the air, automatically adjusting itself for more precision. He had another tranq nocked before the first crossed half the distance, and shot this one at the thug charging towards Lucy. Continuing to back, away from the others, he pulled another bolt and waited for an opening.
All the while he felt the sensation of being watched, and tried to look for more enemies in his peripheral vision, though he kept his eyes trained on the dummies.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Three potted cactus in a trench coat.
SA training hall
Ever immediately erupted the roots she readied from the ground. Rats these guys ever bigger than she initially expected. None the less, the roots managed to completely bind three of them and there was enough left over to harass another two.Ever followed up by tossing seeds into the opening created by the roots and immediately began growing the snap traps and stinging nettle.
Argue everything you can argue. Doubt everything you believe. Ask every question you have. Argue, doubt and ask. Through this we learn.
Training Room
The Champion dashed over to the nearest thug and decked him out with one, two, three super-strength enhanced punches before taking the presumably knocked out thug and hurling him at another.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
"My thanks and regards, excellency," Matten nopped at Gently. Everyone together and all out brawl... Well, the only real downside is the lack of confetti. But if they're accurate simulations...
Gently vanished after messing with a control panel. "Hope he's not still in range..." Matten strode away from the group, looking in every direction, particularly the flanks and back. Those staring at Gently had the front, maybe. He was a focal point.
Then the white nothing faded to be replaced by a darling ruin. "Inspiration..." She turned back to the group a moment, winking. "Don't worry about hitting me."
At long last, her promised chew toys—training tools arrived. There are buildings. We could've used a cliff if they were going for furor teutonicus. Hm... Still, I appreciate your sacrifice... Matten brazenly licked her lips, and she shifting quickly, weaved a series of completely unnecessary (but not pointless) glyphs in the air before running to meet her cooperative desserts and launching herself toward the group with joyful laughter.
The ungrateful little sacrifices picked some of the others, but that mattered little. There was still a nice clump left of about 5 left—albeit dispersed. Three on the left flank. Finders Keepers! Matten didn't hit the group like a ball. Instead she stretched her arms out, riding on her own Khvarenah and using the same to stretch out a corrosive wingspan for a noxious legsweep.
"I know you'd never run from me," Matten winked after her pass, "but say bye-bye to your movement." The ground was already dissolving at best around her. "Excellent question, Ever Green..."
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Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Oliver started to run towards the punk that was on Lucy, though a crossbow bolt had dispatched him pretty easily. He turned his momentum toward the thugs that weren't covered in ink, had a bolt sticking out of them, or were currently dealing with botanical-related difficulties.
He ran up to a decently nasty looking punk, and- avoiding a swing from him- whacked him in the back of the legs with the flat of his sword.
Surrounded by weirdoes
This will be fun, Sam thought, as he dodged a blow to his head, which he countered with a knee to the gut, followed by an elbow to the jaw. As the dummy fell, icy chains tied him up, and Sam detected another, and stomped the ground, freezing the floor and making a cage of ice to form around him, locking him down.
Before anything happens, I gotta show what I can do
Wake me up at your own risk.
Brenner's Wolves Fight Again
"Fourteen? That doesn't look like an army."
Rosalinda pressed her right thumb on the ReliKON, yelling "Henshin! Ready! GO." A small needle poked out of the back of the device, stabbing the skin underneath. Chainmail, gauntlets, and helmet materialized on her uniform.
One thug charged at her. She raised her right arm and materialized a spiked round shield. The thug could not stop his track and rammed into her. The impact sent Rosalinda off balance, but her opponent fared way worse. Blood was trickling down on his side. Unfortunately, the wound only sent him into a mad rage as he swung his arms wildly trying to get the soldier girl behind the shield.
In return, Rosalinda disengaged her shield, allowing it to stick on the thug for a while. In the meantime, she materialized a hammer and smashed the thug's knee. After the thug fell down, Rosalinda stomped on his face for good measure and moved on to another opponent.
Where there's life, there's hope.
Where am I? What's going on?
Training Room
A free-for-all, eh? This was a great chance to see her classmates in action, and they didn’t disappoint. Rebecca could barely keep track of the flashy powers as the holographic thugs went down one by one.
Of course, this was no time for her to slack off either. Slipping one of her gloves off, Rebecca pressed her hand against the wall, watching as a thick malodorous sludge spread out from where she made contact. Once she felt she had enough, the sludge was sent flying at the feet of the nearest thugs, effectively glueing them to the floor.
Training Room
Interceptor was impressed. Concealed within his cloaking field, he had been watching the ensuing melee from the sidelines and was prepared to step in if need be, not that it mattered. He had only created 14 thugs because there were 14 students. One thug apiece. Only now it seemed he had underestimated them. A mistake he would not make again.
He checked the clock. There were still a few minutes left. Just enough time to bring out the big guns. He fiddled with the controls, deciding to give them a real test. In short order, the thugs disappeared, fading into the ether. In their place was one giant towering beasty straight out of Godzilla. In fact, it was Godzilla. And as it roared like a wild beast, hot spittle spewing out of its' mouth, one thing was clear. It was hungry.
“If anyone has a way to do some damage to that thing’s head, I can throw you up!” The Champion called out to his classmates, whistling at amazement of the Godzilla figure that had appeared.
Upon seeing the gigantic lizard materialize into the room, Oliver sighed, and backed up towards Mikael. A sword wasn't going to do much, especially down here on the ground. He looks over to the German boy, shrugs, and readies a sword-based laser beam.
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The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Matten's face fell when the marauders began to vanish. "Wait, it was just your legs! You can still fight. We can work this out...!" And then the King of Lizards made an appearance... "Scratch that," Matten's grin returned. "Wonder if Gently's rule applies to the giant, non-sapient monster. I should have asked."
Matten watched the lizard roar a bit before again slipping away from the group, disappearing into one of the craftwork buildings, and then actually disappearing. Moments later, she was sitting on the thing's tongue, waiving to the others as she backslid into its throat, leaving a noxious trail all the way.
"Hello, Fido, do I look like an ant from in here?" Matten whispered pointlessly as its ears where outside, while she sprouted phantasm limbs and lodged herself in the thing's trachea (or whatever the illusion reptile equivalent was...).
"Here we go," Matten added, again to no one as she began to simply swipe her corrosive touch along the beast's flesh from the inside.
Breath of the Sun
The hunter scowled at the blatant unfairness of the training exercise. Giant monsters, really? They were training to fight crime, not to be in ridiculous action movies.
Nonetheless, he obliged the madness. Drawing the second crossbow from his back, he loaded it in a smooth motion and began firing tranquilizer bolts towards the beast as fast as his twin crossbows would allow. He doubted they'd do anything, but it seemed the devil-possessed girl had a plan, so at the least he could try to slow it for a moment.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Where am I? What's going on?
Training Room
Holy crap, was that Godzilla?! This was awesome! The girl with the oxymoronic glowing darkness was crawling in its mouth for some reason, and Rebecca assumed she knew what she was doing (or was even crazier than she thought), so she focused on slowing the beast down.
Using her powers to scoop up the sludge that had been holding the now vanished thugs, she pushed it into the kaiju’s eyes in an attempt to blind it. Meanwhile, she once again pushed her hand against the wall and got to work generating more of her putrid ammunition, hoping to build up enough to stop the creature in its tracks.
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Brenner's Wolves Fight Again
It took Rosalinda a while to realize that she was looking at a pair of stout legs and a tail. When she looked up, she saw a beast 50 meters tall. She could've sworn the ceiling was only 10 meters tall a minute ago.
When she saw Matten jump into Godzilla's mouth, wreaking havoc. The beast flailed its tail around, but its leg were slow-moving. Rosalinda materialized a pair of daggers. Godzilla's skin was no rubber, but her daggers were extremely sharp because she did not have to worry about their durability. She stabbed Gozilla's left leg started climbing upward.
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Where there's life, there's hope.
Earlier
Liam's defensive stance paid off and one of the thugs ended its attempt to pummel him wrapped up in strings, the construct wailing even as it fell over, constricted. The next to come landed a blow that Liam grimaced at - noting the hard light constructs did carry a considerable amount of weight, though he was protected by a fast conjured barrier of light of his own.
He then landed a punch at the center mass of the construct, sending it flying backward, but otherwise unharmed...until it tried to get up, and several strings constricted at once around its arms, binding it tight.
Liam was about to deal with the next to come at him when it seemed all of the constructs at once disappeared. He retrieved his strings from where they'd fallen after the constructs disappeared, and looked around briefly.
"Wonder if that was the last of em."
He got his answer shortly.
Now
Liam's eyes widened. This was just fucking great, wasn't it? Godzilla. The last test of the training room he guessed was Godzilla. The thugs he guessed were underleveled to use a certain analogy compared to some of the people in here. And so Interceptor decided to throw in a curve ball. Liam knew his barriers could probably handle a lot based on some stories, but he didn't even know where to begin.
Matten jumped into the damned thing's mouth, and he was about to call this insane but it looked like it was doing something.
Liam decided to do something a little reckless, and ran forward, preparing himself, shouting at the Kaiju, "Hey, ugly! Down here! Come get some you oversized lounge lizard!" He doubted it would do anything based on those insults and provocations, but then, he needed an attack directed at him to be able to do very much.
He looked around watching for anyone else that might need help briefly, though his attention was by and large mostly on the king of lizards.
Oliver drew his sword, glanced around at his classmates, and nodded to Interceptor.
The man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.