Ultimate Hope, Absolute Insanity
Squad 4 – The Bar
Hmm...this evil seems to be bent on the destruction of Mahvash, isn't it?
Chaos Mode Iuvem put himself in front of Mahvash, his gaze locked on Elim.
If you want to annihilate the Heiress, you'll need to get through me first, shadow-borne evil! , he said confidently.
You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?
Shane - Squad 1
After making sure there was no hidden enemy, Shane promptly raced forward and grabbed hold of the Control Rod. He looked down at the thing and started trying to figure out how to go about cutting off the constant stream of Nazi invaders.
Van - Squad 3 / Vs Elim
As he closed in on the location he could smell blood in the air, a very peculiar kind of blood at that, and hurried up. Seeing a massive, inky wave approaching Matten and Iuvem, Van decided there was no time to waste in asking for the situation.
The vampire suddenly rushed in by Iuvem's side and then, after shooting a momentary glance at him, promptly readied Chikage and unleashed an incredible number of blood imbued swings with the sword at the encroaching wave, sending large burning blood blasts at the wave from multiple angles.
"Sorry I'm late, Matten. Had to help clear the air a bit."
He kept ready after saying that.
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King among Xanas
Martin
Martin tore his way through the ship like a man possessed, breaking the weapons and bones of any of the soldiers that came toward him. Even if he didn't know the layout of the ship he could go room by room and remove any of the other problems that got in his way. But eventually he found the bridge, and a waiting wall of weapons aimed directly at him.
80% Maximum Hero- Air Burst
He threw forward his fist and the resulting force sent the soldiers toppling like pins struck by a bowling ball. While they were still confused he went toward the most figure with the most metals and the most ornate outfit and grabbed him by the throat. "I'm going to assume that you are the commander of this expedition." the man looked down with terror but gave a nod. "Which means all I have to do is finish you, and the rest falls into place," Martin began to squeeze.
This man had lead his troops to massacre innocent civilians. He was the head of this sickening ideology's first footsteps into this world. After everything that happened.
He didn't deserve to continue.
So was I wrong?
Martin found himself sitting at a table suddenly, right across from a...something he couldn't really describe. It was warm like summer but without the biting heat. It was like snowfall without chill. Simply put describing it in normal words was difficult beyond belief.
Was I wrong?
"Was I naive?" Martin questioned.
Do you no longer want to be the hero?
"Is it even right to try and do things how I want, even if it leads to people being hurt?"
Do you want it to stop?
The two were silent for a moment, simply looking at each other. "But...I want people to be happy again after this."
Can you be happy?
"I don't think that the kind of thing I am starting to become could make people smile."
Does making others feel good make you happy?
"Maybe I lost myself for a moment, but a true hero knows the way back." he thought back to his team, the ones that supported him despite the unrealistic dream to become a Paragon. The Class that had stood by his side when he needed them. 'If you want to see a change, then you have to be the one to make it.'
So what are you?
"Paragon," Martin pushed himself away from the table. "And that means."
He opened his eyes and offered a smile toward the man, tossing him back. "You're officially under arrest," with inhuman speed Martin put a pair of handcuffs on the mans hands, stripped him of his weaponry, and shoved his hat into his mouth to prevent any cyanide from being bitten. With that done he walked to the communication console and asked politely for him to be patched through the fleet and soldiers.
"Your commander has been placed under arrest, to any remaining soldiers this is your chance to stand down. I don't believe all of you are bloodthirsty monsters, some of you are soldiers just trying to do what you think is right. But you must know this is wrong, and to anyone that stands down know that I will personally guarantee your safety after this. After all, your leader can't exactly punish you now can he?" he turned and clapped his hands to those still conscious people. "Now then lets get this thing landed outside of the city so you can all peacefully surrender." he looked to them and raised an eyebrow. "Unless you are thinking about round two?" they quickly scrambled to do their part and Martin couldn't help but feel better. This was what a hero should do.
Be better, because what is the harm in trying?
Ultimate Hope, Absolute Insanity
Squad 4 – The Bar
Chaos Mode Iuvem made a small smirk as Van also came to Mahvash's rescue.
He raised his right hand. Twinkles of light started appearing in his palm, before condensing into a sphere of light.
He threw the sphere of light at the shadows in front of him.
You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Karaoke Bar - ???Reinforcements, that's Huh
The head-on charge, yes she expected that from the boy. Oh that look of a lad without hope...Hehehehehehe. A plan yes, but work could be fun. The runes quietly emerged while the crack behind her widened, her disembodied voice whispering her name and a twisted collection of limbs, eyes, and mimicries of flesh-and-bone pushed from the void. The tendrils pressed on the fabric of spacetime itself as leverage to pull itself out, while pieces of it shattered like glass.
'Mahvash' vanished in an instant, her familiar upper body, emerging off-center of the teaming mass. Otherworldly yes, but she learned. Her limbs had a pattern. And the floating hands were perfectly manicured...which cost a fortune. And she only dimmed the area no more than a weak solar eclipse.
And now I'm embarrassed. Nasu would have sunk the locality into a supermassive black hole. She rarely showed her all. It made such a small 'pop', but... he did not need to get away again. To that end, she unfolded herself from the void and stretched tendrils, tugging on the fabric and sealing it from rifts. Her bushel of underground tentacles burst from the ground, making a makeshift, semi-permeable cage.
Our Lemon of a boy just dove in deeper. Snag? She had planned on trapping him and spending all 259200 seconds beating on him with all of her limbs. She'd counted it out! Between the healing factor and his will to be a pain in the ass, she had at least a solid 3 days of constant beating before his organs failed. Spacing him, and leaving him staring at Sweden from orbit and generally everyone while he died alone, was for when she inevitably got bored doing that. But...
"You all came did you?" She said it without actually moving her mouth—thing that looked like a mouth on her imitation of a human body, but it lacked the flat inflection of usual. She snickered a bit but not in disdain. "Well, don't apologize." I suppose...I have to give them the shining face of the moon then... Sally, that's an obvious psych-out. If I know you're one of the best, you are. And I'll need you in a moment. It'd be really nice if you finished the shrink ray too.
After the walking planatoid and the master vampire tore into him on approach, Mahvash simply spread her arms to welcome what remained in. Her arms and a giant maw. ''I thought I'd be unsatisfied before I heard you begging me to erase you, but my class wants this over, so it'll be over. As soon as Elim impacted, she'd close her everything around him and leave no trace when the lad was unmade this time.
Edited by CenturyEye on Mar 31st 2019 at 5:56:52 AM
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
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Karoke Bar
Van's assault and Luvem's blast would've decimated anything else. As is, they managed to tear or blast away a good chunk of Elim's mass, but the source that it belonged to quickly regenerated itself once it did. But that didn't mean it was hopeless. Elim briefly blanched at Matten's new form, but it didn't deter him for long. Even as Matten disintegrated him, even as the cage of tentacles took him apart bit by bit, he still struggled to get free, writhing and swirling like a rabid black hole. As soon as Matten released him, what remained of Elim (which was still an awful lot,) sprung forward toward Matten like a tidal wave, the front shaped like a giant maw and eager to devour her whole. "FUCKING BITCH!"
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Vivian-Dropping In
If any of the folks in the bar had been listening (not that they should have been, being somewhat busy) they might have heard a faint sound like thunder. Vivian was having the time of her life, strafing the remaining ships and ground troops. Many of the tanks were stuck or smashed anyway, of course. She did a quick loop around the big guy's head and landed in front of Evelyn and Clay. She was about to speak to them when the weird sounds from inside came through on her sensors. Turning, she clomped through the ruined doorway of the pub, gesturing for the other two to join her.
Edited by Booky on Mar 31st 2019 at 6:35:50 AM
Van - Vs Elim
Van for his part knew who this was by now. And the smell of blood in the air brought back memories of the Hero Licensing Trial. This was a man responsible for the death of a truly noble man, and the misery of countless metahumans. This was a creature that by sheer effort upon its prejudices and obsessions, had outdone centuries of Van's brothers' acts - had become truly a monster.
So seeing the struggling, shrieking, hateful mass, Van readied Chikage.
Leaping up amidst the shadow of blood and carnage he brought with him, he suddenly darted down, followed by long talons of blood emerging from Chikage's handle.
Van stabbed with Chikage right at the center mass of Elim's darkness, and immediately innumerable blood tendrils began to spill forth, coursing through the darkness - indeed, Van was especially at home in the darkness, being a vampire.
Looking for all the world like countless crossed scars and bulging bloody veins within the darkness, eating away at it and inducing decay and erosion.
The blood as it coursed would eat at and drink into Elim's very consciousness due to proximity.
And then, once Van was sure it had been done, he suddenly dragged his sword back out and the blood exploded out of Elim's dark form in jagged bursts.
Shane - Control Rod
Seeing no real off switch or means to end the invasion on the control rod, Shane promptly just shrugged and gave a smirk up at the skies. "Hey Hitler, go fuck yourself."
He promptly took hold of both ends of the control rod and snapped it on his knee.
Edited by NickTheSwing on Mar 31st 2019 at 3:44:20 AM
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AKA Nixer
Squad 4
Evelyn glanced about, nodding to Vivian when she landed, and then looked curiously towards the sounds of the goings-on in the battered karaoke bar.
“...Guess that's our cue. Clay, c'mon.”
Her voice had changed. Apart from being louder and more expressive, it also lacked that hint of softness that Evelyn used to take extra care in constructing. She was bolder. Unafraid to express her opinion. Perhaps it was just the adrenaline, but it was still jarring. Yet it wasn't enough for her sense of concern, it seemed—as she soon moved next to Clay as they walked and leaned in to whisper at him.
“If you focus on your forehead, it should go back in. Are you sure it's okay? It's not hurting, is it? I've never done that with anyone before. I mean, I-I knew I could but I was always worried I'd hurt someone...” she babbled anxiously, tugging at her hair slightly as she realised that not all of her old habits had gone for good. Which she was honestly fine with. That sense of courage and euphoria was now confirmed to exist in her. For once, she felt comfortable in being someone normally shy by nature.
Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 31st 2019 at 11:43:59 AM
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Up on Melancholy hill.
Zach
A shapeless black form stood there in the center of the street, its "chest" moving up and down in an emulation of "Breathing", a tank in each tendril and the smoking craters of the ground seemingly fresh and full of destruction. The portals closed and the remains were petering out, and on his little portion, nothing moved.
Whether out of death, or out of fear of of getting smashed with a tank until they STOPPED moving.
The quiet, sans the occasional "boom" in the background allowed his brain to slow and relax, and his breathing slowed as well. A ripple later, he turned back to Zach and he shook his head. He let the tanks fall with thunderous BOOMS beside him, and he took a moment to look around.
That was a lot of dead people.
A lot of death he caused.
It seemed to hit him like a sudden tanker truck to the chest. His eyes wide and his breath hitched.
...Oh.
He looked to the side. A group of bullet riddled corpses and one with a twisted, misshapen neck.
...Oh my god.
He looked at some of the crushed, pierced bodies that were scattered like various litter across the street. He turned more pale and one hand came up to his hair.
Oh my god. What did I do? What have I done!?
White noise filled his ears and his breathing turned hyperventilating.
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
AKA Nixer
Squad 1
Well, the spike of distress couldn't exactly go unnoticed. Regardless of her celestial status, Yoko would have probably felt Zach stubbing his toe from all the way in Bombay without much trouble. Hoshi-no-tama be damned.
Which was why when he started to hyperventilate, his distress became her own—and after flinging a Nazi that was still in her grasp through a nearby coffee shop she practically teleported behind him; wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a gentle hug.
“Sweetie. Listen to me. It's okay. It's all okay. It's over.”
By Inari that was a lot of dead people. But she didn't care right now. Blood was on her hands too, after all.
“Focus on my voice. Breathe. It's okay. It's all okay,” she repeated, pulling him into her even further and tucking his head under her chin as she pursed her lips and stared grimly out at the damages.
“...I'm here...”
A stray Nazi tried to get a drop on them from behind, and got a tailful of foxfire for his trouble.
Yoko didn't even attempt moving until she was sure that Zach had calmed.
Squad 3
The angel had dispersed by now. Ash was feeling fatigued. Emotionally rather than physically. She could keep up her pyrotechnics practically forever if she wanted to. It was the mental strain that was the problem.
People were dying all around her, and destruction reigned supreme. Her anger had vanished in place of hollowness, and it suddenly clicked to her what the problem was.
She wasn't built for this.
She'd been fooling herself all along. Thinking that by preparing herself she'd be okay. But she wasn't. When it came down to it, she was still inactive. Still useless except when it came to destroying. She'd had a brief moment with the idea of the pit, but that was it. She hadn't saved a single person.
And ‘saving’ by incinerating the bad guys didn't sit well with her.
Perching herself atop a lopsided building, she popped a gum in her mouth and sank down so her legs were dangling off the ledge. Taking a few potshots at stragglers, she eventually sighed and flopped backwards—staring up at the skies as a bubble slowly expanded from her mouth.
It popped against her lips.
“I'm such a #$&%ing worthless bitch.”
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"We won't let you win!"
She let out the blast at him. Due to the charge and the closer range, she hoped it would leave a dent this time and let Mahvash be able to end things.
"Wow, I am a mess now literally..." He quietly chuckled to himself to try and lighten himself up while knowing how grim it truly was. However, he felt a pain when he did.
"It hurts to laugh. I hope I can get back to it soon. Like hell am I going to die here, I still have way too much unresolved things to do." Finn held to his chest. Hopefully someone would be nearby. If not, he would keep his guard and hopefully be able to transform again.
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Ultimate Hope, Absolute Insanity
Squad 4 – The Bar
The shadow-borne evil seems to act suicidal. It doesn't know that it can't stand a chance. So why doesn't he transform this evil into an something good for the Heiress to eat?
Chaos Mode Iuvem created a sphere of light. The light sphere started to look a will-o-wisp. He launched the will-o-wisp at Elim's maw. If it hits, it would spread to his shadow-borne body and it would burn him until he'd stop being this rabid and he surrender his body to the Heiress.
You might know everything I'm going to do...but that's not going to help you, since I KNOW EVERYTHING YOU'RE GOING TO DO! STRANGE, ISN'T IT?
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Iridium Wonders - Karaoke Bar
My she'd forgotten how many of her kin drew power from lights. Mahvash 'bloomed' tendrils before the advancing and many-blasted wave d'Elim. Looked grueling. Let me make it all the worse.
She sealed the blasts in a sphere with shadowlad, letting them char and sear him over and over without the attacks subsiding. "By the way, Lucy's forgotten you by now too." The younger woman certainly hadn't mentioned shadowlad during her revisit. Mahvash tsked and forced her tendrils together to crush and unmake the whole thing. Wither. Ruin. Fade. 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
Up on Melancholy hill.
Zach
They would have taken everyone away from me.
But everyone else was handling their own thing. Gaea didn't stand a chance. It was different.
I didn't know that. I-I had to protect my family.
And in doing so, you've killed so many people.
They were trying to kill us. I had to protect my friends, my family, they wouldn't stop-
Some of them were trying to run away, and you still took them down.
His argument would have continued, had a pair of familiar arms, and a familiar voice, had not pulled him from his own internal struggle, but only for a moment. The white noise was prevalent, but Yoko's voice broke through enough to snap him out of his dead stare forward. The tone in her voice was unlike anything he expected; it was calm, understanding, not at all filled with disgust and vile of his actions.
He should have known it wouldn't be. But his brain wasn't running on all pistons at the moment. He had so much blood on his hands.
One hand reached up and gently gripped onto her arm, his breathing calming but that was it. He closed his eyes ground his teeth, trying to maintain a sense of calm and, at the same time, failing.
im sorry
His grip on her arm tightened a little bit.
i didnt mean to
It was like he was a kid again, caught and in trouble and not knowing what to do as a result.
please dont hate me
Again, not firing on all pistons, and terrified out of his mind he'd lose everything anyway.
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
AKA Nixer
Squad 1
“Shhh...”
She rubbed at his arm tenderly with her thumb, before adjusting her grip into his hand and clutching it tightly.
“I could never hate you.”
There was a mild pause from her and a shuddering breath, and then she shifted him so that they were facing each other. With eyes closed, she gently pressed her hands to either side of his face—lightly resting her forehead against his as the world seemed to shimmer slightly.
Unspeakable images filled their minds.
A dirtied, bestial mockery of everything Yoko stood for was the forefront of every vision. Memories of days long past were shared as they showcased her earlier years; when she was young and unintelligent, instinct-driven and barely sapient. Hungry for blood and lashing out in the purest anger. Confusion, fright, and desperation were the emotions that underlay every single one of these images. A clawed hand plunged through an armoured samurai's chest. Shinobi snuck up on from behind and beheaded with a clean swipe. Innocent men lured and devoured whole, and a gradually increasing sense of horror and self-doubt became apparent as the memories continued.
A creature lost in its own fear and uncertainty. Lost in a world where it should've died decades before. A mind gaining knowledge it never should've retained, yet did. New sensations, new emotions, a greater sense of anxiety and terror. Snapping and biting and clawing at whatever awakened these strange new sensations in it. It didn't like it. It didn't want it.
Back then, Yoko was just a fox. She didn't want her humanity.
“Zach... we all do things we regret... and when you don't die when you're supposed to, it only means it'll get worse over time...”
She sighed as she pulled back a fraction, eyes locked onto the ground beneath them.
“Big mistakes all pile up. When you live for centuries, they pile up even more. You can't help what you've done. We were at war, Zach. It's us or them. We all get caught up in ourselves...”
She sighed.
“...but that's why I'm here. I know. You saw. I won't say if what I did was worse. It's nothing to do with it. But I want you to know that I care. And that won't change for anything, okay?”
Yoko knew that not all of her words would settle in right away. But at the least the tone of her voice and her presence would be enough to help calm him. And really, that was all she could do.
Edited by Enirboreh on Apr 1st 2019 at 4:37:58 PM
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Deranged X-Mas Figure
Karaoke Bar
Elim howled in agony as Van and Iuvem and near everyone else made their mark, dissolving and disintegrating and otherwise eviscerating him. In spite of that he refused to give up, expanding what was left of himself into a jagged whirlwind that pushed them all away and threatened to slice them to ribbons.
He made one final push for Matten. Even as the air continued to crackle around them, even as she unmade him bit by bit, he inched forward, struggling against the pain as his piercing screams filled the bar and echoed into the streets beyond. Even when all that was left could be contained within a storage closet, he still crawled toward her, coughing and wheezing like a man on his deathbed. Until, with one trembling, withered hand just short of reaching her face, he was gone.
Super City, Clean-Up
With Elim gone, his troops shortly followed. With Shane having snapped the controller in two, the portals had promptly vanished into the ether, and the many heroes that had been assembled made short work of the remaining troops. There was still work to be done. Rescues to be made, invaders to arrest, so on and so forth. But for now, it was over.
If only it didn't leave so many feeling so empty.
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Surrounded by weirdoes
Squad 1
Running out of rage, Sam just continued doing whatever was on reach, whether rescuing, keeping people in one piece or just breaking whatever weapons they had and shackling whoever was left.
With all the chaos dying, he was left with his thoughts. Particularly one he was struggling with for a while.
Just what good is he for the people around him?
It's something he has to deal with, and a question he hasn't be able to answer.
Is he a good friend?
Does he seem trustworthy to the others? Does he trust them?
Can he support them?
He fears what the answer could be. Whether he should be around them.
But he had to see the others, to see if they are fine.
And to decide his future.
Squad 2
Ryuu just leaned against a wall after everything ended. He needed to breath again.
That was brutal. On the piles of unconscious people he left, as he tried to rest.
He's seen too much death now. And his arms, legs and even his mind were at the limit.
Once he recovered, he'll have to see the others.
Anything to protect his mind from any more damage.
Who knows if this victory was worth it?
Wake me up at your own risk.
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"It's over now, right? Please let it be over. I'm sorry I'm not being strong right but, this was all hard to bare. How are we going to tell everyone that Saint is..." She couldn't even finish that sentence. She thought about how they didn't know what happened to the others or the staff, who probably came out here to help like Saint did. That still wasn't answered.
"Please let them be alive. Please don't let us have anymore casualties." She thought Armada, Ryuu, The Iridium Wonders, Class 1 and the staff. "Please, don't be dead..."
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King among Xanas
Martin
Martin watched as those who could still stand marched out of the ship with their hands behind their heads, not wanting a sequel to the beatdown they had experienced earlier. Those who had attempted to fight had been taken down by either himself or those others on the ship who knew they were prisoners of war at this point and wanted to earn points with the guy who had just kicked their collective asses. Eventually law enforcement made their way out and he was free to head back into the city, only to find that the fighting had near ended and rescue operations were already in full swing. He could help with those later, but for now he pulled out his phone and made calls, to his squad and Mahvash to ensure that they were okay.
Knowing that they had all been so close together he knew in his heart they were safe, hell he bet they had even managed to take down some terrifying boss enemy while he was knocking the lead craft out of the sky.
Clay
"It ain't all that," as things had calmed down and Clay's mind wasn't focused on battle a splitting headache hit him all at once, forcing the young man to his knees. "Right so focus on closing it, might not be a bad idea," he muttered, following her advice as the pain slowly died down. "Shoot, where am I supposed to find a ring or a place to take you out now hat the city is in rubble?" he laughed a bit and pushed himself off, looking at the fallen hero and lowering his hat. He didn't have quite the hero worship for Saint that the others had, but his group had taken him in when he wanted to be a hero, so the man deserved respect.
"Ain't much we can do around here, if any of y'all still got strength the city could probably use some hands on rescue work."
Be better, because what is the harm in trying?
An Ordinary Oddball
Aster (2)
Her foes had all been decimated before her, all recipients of her iron-bound wrath.
She looked down at her body.
She was bleeding from...almost everywhere, really. One of knees felt off. As she walked through the city, she moved rubble and hoisted beams aside to aid civilians.
"Matten!" she called with a raw voice. "Matten, please help me!" she called again.
If Avajax were not feasting upon her pain, she was sure that she would have collapsed in agony by now.
Perry (4)
Perry was assisting in the search-and-rescue endeavors by sending out her friends to scout for civilians. She was licking her wounds one by one while waiting for her friends to bring back news.
Edited by JumpingFruit on Apr 1st 2019 at 9:42:36 AM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Iridium Wonders - Raising Symbols
Mahvash huffed over the space that filled in the void where the rabid blot had been erased. Physically? A pointless gesture. Practically: "Don't make a legend of that. Don't call him the keystone. Don't acknowledge he had a name that mattered or spoke. We're not going to give anyone anything to build a legend or a legacy from him. 'Slobbering animal that we put down' will do for the beginning and the end of his story." Heck, the way she did this fight. Blasting him would have been easier, but 'crushing' was the way to end the tale for the sake of the war's aftermath.
Without missing a beat she 'stomped' a tentacle on the ground and kept going, eventually, slowly bringing out the body of the Saint. It made a pristine corpse. She'd sewn the head together and killing the local decomposes staved off even the beginnings of rot. Maybe she'd done the class a disservice by making it look so much like he was sleeping? In any case, she cleared a couch and lay the man down in a respectable pose.
"That must come from you." Mahvash nodded to Sally. "And if there was any situation where you could be forgiven for not 'being strong'." She'd remind the girl that she led an assault on a war fleet but later.
"I'll return."
Calls
She almost chuckled warping to Aster. Someone called my name. Aster... well, she could see why now. Mahvash put arms alot of them around the girl, staunching the bleeding wounds and holding things together. "I will. No worries. You're delivered."She hadn't picked up the phone in the midst of things, for a number of reasons mostly related to unfolding herself, but certainly sent an indicator of her presence to Martin. And if the nudge didn't work, the at once dimming and shining moth imitation then fluid spill from the void loosely orbiting bare top half of a woman that burst from floating cracks in nothing would be noticeable enough.
"You overdid it again." Mahvash felt out Aster's numerous wounds before panning her tendrils out over the many enemies she fell. "And done very well. Couldn't be more proud to see you. I'll take you back now."
Edited by CenturyEye on Apr 1st 2019 at 1:48:30 PM
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
Squad 1 - Aaron
"Heck yeah!"
Aaron grinned as Shane broke the control rod over his knee. He held up his hand for a high five.
"It worked! We saved the day!"
Oh if only he knew...
Squad 4 - Iona
Atlas continued to tear through the air and ground forces left after the attack that were still fighting, with thunderous claps, giant boulders and mighty haymakers and kicks. Iona, atop her perch on his head, wobbled slightly, woozy.
So...this is my limit...
Her vision was shifting from blurry to clear, flashing bright one moment then darkening beyond the norm the next. The burning sensation, the searing rush of power, was starting to fade from her body, the connection to the Elements beginning to sever.
But...it was good enough...I hope.
The ground beneath her gave way as Atlas broke and collapsed, his boon at an end, and Iona fell, unable to move. She stared through half-lidded eyes at the sky above.
I understand it now. One of the principles of earth, the desire to protect. The principles of fire, the warmth of friendship and the rage at those who would hurt those you call friends...
She was quite aware of the fall, but it fell by the wayside in her fugue. Her mind fell back to looking at the same sky, all those years ago, the fateful day where she had met the most important person to her.
Bellpepper...I'm sorry. You were right. You really were looking out for me all these years and I was too blind to see.
She closed her eyes, barely able to feel the wind rushing past her as she plummeted, a tiny hint of a smile tugging at corners of her mouth.
"Thanks...I get it now..."
Edited by UndyingPhoenix on Apr 2nd 2019 at 6:05:38 PM
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"Hey man, how's it going?" Finn's voice was pained as he talked but, at least he spoke coherently.
"Despite the mess on me and feeling like death itself, at least I am alive so I take that as a victory. I'm still on one of the ships, hiding in one of the rooms. My powers and who had to fight did a toll on me. Is this fight over yet?" As Finn talked, the ship descended down and he could hear within minutes what sounded like the police.
"On second thought, I think hear the answer. Be back at the karaoke bar." As the police and other called-in heroes apprehended the surrendering soldiers, Finn stumbled out of the ship. He began to slowly made his way back to the Karaoke Bar.
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Elim momentarily split his body apart into two shadowy selves, just enough to dodge Sally's blast with ease before bringing himself back together. "Gonna have to do better than that. Maybe if you went full metal you'd actually stand a chance. Your mom might've been able to land somethin' at least. " He ignored Iuvem. To him, Matten was the only one that mattered.
He noticed the cracks splitting the air, something he wouldn't have paid notice to had he not seen it once before. "Nice try, babe, but after what you shitheads pulled I've got nothin' left to lose! Even if I go down, I'm taking you with me!" He twitched at the whistle and the dog treat, as though a torrent of unpleasant memories was welling forth into his noggin. "Oh, you just had to go there didn't you? You damn BITCH!" He expanded into a mighty, crushing mass of darkness, filling the bar as he rushed toward Matten like a shadowy, almost inky wave, intent on engulfing her and drowning her and slicing her to ribbons all at once. Of course, he knew that there was every chance she'd get the upper hand and reduce him to nothingness. Hell, she almost did before. But right now?
Right now he didn't give a shit.
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