Up on Melancholy hill.
Squad 1 - Zach
Zach echoed, internally, Shane's decalration of "what the fuck"ing, but it was more...tired than anything else. He watched the chaos for a moment and just felt the energy drain from his body and his head slumped a little bit.
I really don't want to fight.
I really don't want to fight. He complained to his group but knew, in the end, this would be fruitless. He was a hero. Heroes fought.
That's just how it happened.
If they could get around fighting in general, and let someone talk to them, that'd be better. But everything was in a frenzy. Everything was hell and hectic and knew that fighting wasn't going to be avoided, no matter how skilled the rest of his more, well spoken classmates were.
So, with his tendrils slowly slipping out from his back, he prepared for the worst, because there was always a worst, and-
A tendril slammed a tank on the man and his scream cut off brutally, his cries and pleas for mercy-
-Zach visibly rippled.
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
King among Xanas
Squad 3-Martin
"I...I can't," he looked around toward the various injured people. "If you just wanted to ruin some property or make a statement with a march I would be fine with it, no reason to stop or stand in your way. But the people you have here are hurting people, and lashing out just because someone else did it first doesn't make it defense. Good people still live here, and if you think you can attack them just because they live in a place like this, or because they don't look different. Then how are you any sort of change from those who hurt you?" there were times his words wouldn't apply, but right now there was peace, there was a chance to do things in a way that wouldn't lead to people being hurt.
"Your under arrest, if you come quietly there will be a chance to argue your case in court and I will stand in testament toward your willingness to cooperate." he looked toward the crowd, realizing that his words would ring hollow with most of them. "If you resist, I will be forced to take you in by force."
Be better, because what is the harm in trying?
AKA Nixer
Yoko – Saint City Outskirts (Squad 1)
Yoko's eyes snapped down to Sam, and she nodded distractedly, placing her hands upon him to heal him while keeping her head locked in the direction of that infamous scent. Yoko hadn't had the displeasure of meeting Tamamo-no-Mae in person. Thankfully, a lot of this kitsune generation hadn't. But she'd certainly heard of her, and the psychopathic fox was practically just as fear-inducing as she was in life.
And as if to mock that sentiment, here she was. Alive.
She must've used her hoshi-no-tama, she decided. Her original body perished, and her soul was exorcised, but her star ball lived on... until a new body came around.
She had to admit, it was a rather clever ultimatum.
“Go. Stay safe,” she whispered to Sam as she quickly pulled him back upright, before biting her lip and glancing around uncertainly. A part of her wanted to jump in and go berserk, but the presence of the infamous fox had left her feeling sick with anxiety. If the legends were in any way accurate, Tamamo-no-Mae had managed to reach a level comparable to even an ascended kyūbi—perhaps even capable of taking down an oni if she so wished.
So to say she was apprehensive would be a gross understatement.
But a violent shiver suddenly ran up her spine, and she instead turned towards Zach. She hadn't seen the ripple, but she'd felt it. A combination of intimate instinct and her own celestial senses. With her mind made up, she sent a few diversion shots of kitsunebi out to the rampaging horde (naturally rigged to explode upon nearing them) and rushed towards him; settling into a defensive position next to him and glancing over her shoulder worriedly.
She desperately tried to ignore the vicious look of triumph and realisation on the distant fox's face. She was taking things slow,observing things from a distance. Yoko didn't like it.
“Are... are you okay?”
She tried to disguise the slight tremble in her voice, but it could only work so well in these circumstances.
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Girly girl writer♡ (*>ω<)
"Wait!? There's another energy being!? No it can be. Is it though?" Regardless, he chose to rush at them.
Just an adorable fan girl and cosplayer ヾ(*・ω・)ノ💝💟
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Supercity Outskirts
The centauress glared at Martin for the longest time, her gaze unflinching as her finger oh so slowly started to press down on the trigger.
Not that she'd get the chance.
As if on cue, Ever's plants sprung up all around the centauress and the others, injecting them with enough tranqs to knock out an ox. Most were resilient enough to resist if only because of their species, but the centauress went out like a light. As her massive lower frame slammed to the floor, her crossbow dropped to the ground in kind, the trigger unwittingly being pushed down by the impact as the crossbow let out an arrow toward Martin's heart. The others in the group didn't bother to wait, lunging at him with sheer unbridled fury.
Meanwhile, the riots continued in earnest. Sam's constructs and Yoko's kitsuneibi were able to stem the chaos along with the other's efforts, but they might as well have been trying to dab an inferno with a wet cloth. The rioters continued to increase in number, almost neverending, with more buildings and property being destroyed with every passing second. And yet, if one looked closely, there was almost some sort of vague purpose to it. As if they were searching for something. Though as for what that was, no-one could say.
What one could say was that enough was enough, or at least the townsfolk seemed to think so. While some were still fleeing in terror or cowering for their lives, others were grabbing shotguns, baseball bats, and whatever they could get their hands on, shouting death threats and obscenities at the top of their lungs as they charged at the Godless hordes. Matten's fissure was enough to cause some of them to scurry away out of self-preversation, but there was more where that came from.
Some of these would-be saviours were racing from their homes, eager to shoot down the first mangy mongrol they came across. And much to their joy, they found one. He was dressed in tattered rags, as though he'd been wearing a small t-shirt and sport jacket only for both garments to burst apart at the seams. A shotgun was lying next to him, crunched as if crushed within a large mighty paw. He was growling, rubbing his head as he came to. "Where—"
"There's one!"
The newly minted werewolf barely had a chance to collect his thoughts as he turned to face his assailants. Not that he was aware he was one. "Wait, what's—"
They opened fire before he could say another word. Thankfully bullets didn't do much against werewolves, but it was enough to give him a helluva' sting. He howled in pain, quickly looking to curse up a storm before he questioned why he was howling. Slowly, he looked at his shaking hands in trepidation, now covered with coarse fur. And the truth instantly dawned on him.
Let's see how you like it!
"No. No! Please!" Not that it would do him any good. His attackers quickly readied another round. And all the werewolf could do was turn away and hold up his hands in terror as the whole irony of his predicament at last began to dawn on him.
As all this was going, the more particular Guardians had finally found what they were looking for. With one mighty slash, Tess brought the statue low, Robert E. Lee's head crashing to the ground before breaking apart into several large pieces. Inside the statue's head was a small beaded necklace, covered in bright beads and weaved together with the finest of strings and feathers. And it was now in the hands of the Guardians.
As soon as Tess made her discovery, a message appeared within the Guardians' head, loud and booming so that they didn't fail to get the message: ' RETREAT! '
As soon as they heard it, all of the remaining Guardians started racing back from whence they came. As they did, a swarm of small green specks appeared in the sky, almost as if from out of nowhere. Upon closer inspection they were fairies, their little leafy or flowery dresses billowing in the breeze as they giggled with glee. As the Guardians raced back toward the warehouse, the fairies dropped a cloud of pink powder behind them, covering their tracks as they went. With Class 1 soon to be left in the dust.
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Ultimate Hope, Absolute Insanity
Squad 3 – Outskirts
Chibuzo listened to Martin's dialogue with the centauress.
After she got tranquilized, Chibuzo quickly approached Martin and put a hand on the ground. A skeletal arm emerged from the ground to catch the arrow.
"Hey, didn't you hear what Mr. Snow said?", big, rotting wings sprouted his back, so that they could possibly shield him from the attacks, "You're under arrest!", he exclaimed, "It's pitiful to see that you were trying to yearn for equal rights, yet you don't conform to the law...", he calmly said, "If you want to be accepted as equals by these people, then you first have to do that. Peaceful protests are a thing, you know...", he explained, politely, "And if you look back at the history of these recent centuries, it's not like they were all failures!" Parks, Mandela, etc.
General knowledge, ho!
Edited by Theyja on Apr 19th 2019 at 7:39:51 PM
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
Shane was just about to freeze one of the Nagas to the ground when the creature seemed to pull back all of a sudden. It was just about to strike one moment and then gone the next...
And Shane looked to the sky and saw the weird light - the distraction of the fairies.
He rubbed his eyes for a moment and said outloud, "Guys, I think we're dealing with some sort of supernatural alliance. Kinda honestly reminds me of—-" He remembered the future, and then quieted down a bit.
He knew damn well what this reminded him of.
Van - Squad 3
Van was at once feeling a bit like this was not somewhere he was capable. The enemies were fighting en masse, and most of his attacks that hit many enemies were not exactly conducive to such enemies living after. But being as he was a supernatural being himself, he tried to step forward when the metahumans basically lambasted Martin.
"The zeal of an officer is further salt on the wounds of those who've known that their entire life." Van stepped forward and stated, "But tell me, does answering hate with hate really, really make you any better than the hateful? Does responding with destruction make you sacred while it would make your foes profane?"
He didn't have much to use at this hour, but he'd be willing to fight as much as possible.
Malhareff
The Sovereign Sphinx got the message loud and clear. First and foremost though, there was the matter of freeing himself from the amateur snare of these errant children. He sighed and reacted with his psychic force to the attempt by Evelyn to bring him down to the ground. "Admirable effort, my dear...but a few thousand years too soon."
A wave of one large paw sent out a pulse of force that shattered the grip attempted to be placed on him. And in retribution, Malhareff's telekinetic force went at Evelyn's third eye - its physical representation on her body, and made a hugely powerful effort to rip the actual eye in half.
Putting up resistance to Iuvem's pull, Malhareff flew off toward the exit point, though markedly flying low enough that Iuvem and the others would be able to see a bit more of him.
However, as a last message, he set Vivian's mech to running off on its own, unleashing a tremendous rampage as it completely seemed to fly off the handle.
And thus much like the other Guardian forces, the remaining Eternal Horde cyborg-zombies fled.
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
AKA Nixer
Tamamo-no-Mae – Saint City Outskirts (The Guardians)
“Hmph. Not even a chance,” the old kitsune muttered disappointedly, turning on her heel and steadily building herself up into a run. She glanced up at the faeries as they came, and she internally shrugged—clasping her hands to her chest in a specific symbol as the air behind the Guardians distorted in a manner akin to a heat haze.
To think these are our Western fellows. I'm not impressed, frankly. But appearances can be deceiving. Maybe these little insects can be of some use.
Wren – Saint City Outskirts (Squad 1)
Wren had a hand in her hand when she 'ported back to her group. She seemed to wander off a lot like that, and it was uncertain who she'd been fighting. Or whether the blood on her was hers or not. She was limping slightly from a small cut on her calf, but otherwise seemed unharmed.
“Wren got souvenir. Wren share with friends. Give friends a hand. Hah.”
It probably would've been a decent attempt at a joke if her tone wasn't exactly the same throughout the whole thing. At least her grammar was better enough not to completely mangle the punchline beyond recognition. But in any case her interest was diverted quickly, and she 'ported up onto her favourite lamppost in order to lick her wounds and survey the carnage.
“Friiiiieeeeends move. Move very quickly, yes? Lots of bad thingies. Wren not want to eat friends when did. Make Wren very sad.”
Evelyn – Saint City Outskirts (Squad 4)
Evelyn staggered back as her psychic ensnarement was abruptly cut off, and instinctively brought her arms up to protect herself. It was a useless effort, though—Malhareff's act of retribution still reached her Eye, and both she and it screamed in agony.
She didn't know the Eye could scream, but it was at the point of being stretched out like rubber before a tremendously thick barrier flashed up and canceled out the intense force. Her organ snapped back into position in an instant, and she heaved—noting with fading vision from the thing that what appeared to be shards of metal were laying on the floor at her feet.
Evelyn's face—already pale due to her condition—seemed to whiten even further as it drained entirely of blood, and a trembling hand scrabbled up to her forehead and wrenched out the last protruding remnant of E·Y·E's artificial ‘supports’. She shivered, dropped to her knees, and then fell straght onto her front—blood pooling beneath her from her skull at a rather frightening rate.
And yet, her Eye remained, and she still breathed. Barely.
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Ultimate Hope, Absolute Insanity
Squad 4 – Outskirts
The sphinx and his army fled...but that wasn't important right now.
Evelyn! , he exclaimed as he quickly run over to her.
Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit— SHIT! What can I do with this..., he thought, anxious & terrified, as he examined her. He gently lifted her head and put a hand on her forehead.
By manipulating the hydrogen in it, Iuvem made the blood leaking from her forehead would start to retreat back into the wound.
Let's see if could stimulate the blood with my hydrogen manipulation abilities to make it cougulate the wound, Iuvem was deeply focused. He needed to be quick.
After a while, Iuvem removed his hand from Evelyn's forehead: the wound was coagulated!
It worked! , the golem muttered to himself.
He looked at the formely injured albino. Evs? Can you hear me? Are you okay? , he asked her, a bit concerned.
Edited by Theyja on Apr 20th 2019 at 1:40:20 PM
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?
Up on Melancholy hill.
Squad 1 - Zach
Stone still and silent, unable to move with a blank look on his face, Zach merely stood as the chaos happened around him. His eyes unfocused, his breathing slow but deep, and he looked...well, troubled was absolutely a word to go for right there.
The scenario just...brought him back. It brought him back to a time at his most vicious. All that blood, death, destruction, was on his hands and the most prevalent thought was how, at the time, he didn't care. He could try to-
"No! Please, I'm sorry, I don't want to d-" Wham.
-convince himself it was all in self preservation, but he knew in the end that he didn't care about the destruction, it was like he turned himself off and-
He mused to himself how easy it was to snap a neck like this, he imagined it would cause a lot more noise but it was a simple click and gone.
-just let his body do the motions. Lost in his own headspace, lost in his own anger, his own viciousness, and it was a thought, and feeling, he hated more than anything.
Nothing mattered, nothing had form and nothing had features, just shapes that were in a place they didn't belong. He vaguely recognized Yoko's voice, and thought that would be enough to wake him but, alas, it wasn't. He couldn't respond, couldn't react, lost in a time that had long since past-
-and then it stopped. Like some hazy, broken recording he was back in the street, with the destruction done and the threat gone. He was aware of his surroundings all of a sudden. Yoko beside him, Sam fighting, Shane fighting, everyone fighting and him standing there in the middle of the street, tendrils out but refusing to move, his body shivering slightly.
The sudden shift of...everything caused him to gasp and he put his hand over his chest to soothe his thunderously beating heart to little, or no, avail. He looked around in a panic, lost, confused, disoriented.
where am i
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
AKA Nixer
Yoko – Saint City Outskirts (Squad 1)
Yoko knew something was wrong when Zach didn't respond to her. She knew something was very wrong when he refused to even move. He seemed to be lost in a trance she couldn't break him out of, and even when she was practically shaking him by the shoulders he looked completely absent.
But all of a sudden he was back in the moment, disoriented and panicked—and she promptly enveloped him in a warm hug. Her tails helped disguise the majority of the battlefield from their respective visions, and she moved them a little ways away with a short burst of flight.
“Zach. Breathe. It's okay. You're here. You're here with me. Calm. It's alright,” she repeatedly soothed, moving her hands up to cup his face to make sure he was indeed focusing on her. “It's over. They're gone. It's okay.”
Kami, how did I miss this...?
Evelyn – Saint City Outskirts (Squad 4)
Despite efforts to rouse her, Evelyn was out cold—and looked to be for a while. The bleeding had successfully been staunched by Iuvem's rather ingenious treatment, but the wound was still present; barely beginning the healing process and even then looking at risk of infection. Slight glimmers of implanted metal were visible around the wound, and the trauma from her Eye being stretched was also apparent. It lay there quivering, half-lidded and bloodshot—the girl's pained, rapid breathing and curled position indicating her agony.
Evelyn rarely reacted to pain due to her past now, so there was no telling how much this specific instance hurt.
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Breath of the Sun
Saint City Outskirts - Squad 1 & 3 - Mikael and Ellie
When the rioting had begun, Ellie had leaped into the mob, crackling with lightning. Electricity danced around her body as she spun her wires, tasering everything they touched, slowing the mob as they focused attention on her.
Mikael had raised his rifle (mentally setting it to 'tranq') only to be blinded by light. A second later and he was in the air, wings beating to move with the blow, and spun to face his assailant.
The Son of Lucifer merely waggled his fingers in greeting.
"Luce." He ground out. "Of course you'd be involved in something like this."
"Mikael." The fallen angel retorted, matching Mikael's tone. "You'll find that it actually wasn't my idea. I prefer subtlety, you know. But my friends are more into 'sending a message', however stupid that message may be." He shrugged. "Not that it matters. As long as they serve my purposes."
Mikael's fist went through his head a moment later, dissolving the illusion into sparkles. A dozen Luces surrounded him a second later.
"Angry as always." As a barrage of bullets passed harmlessly through several of the illusions, Luce's smile turned seductive. "Ah, but that passion of yours is what makes you so much... fun."
"Fuck off." Mikael spat. "Why are you even here?"
"Well, we expected a bit more resistance than this, but on the other hand, we also expected the so-called heroes to be more on the up-and-up. So. I guess you do have a point, why am I here?" Luce reclined against air. "Why are any of us, here really-"
He vanished in a flash, a bullet burning the air where he'd been. "Ooh, almost got me with that one."
Mikael whirled around and punched. Luce effortlessly ducked it, kneed Mikael in the stomach, then flashed behind him to avoid Mikael's counter-slash. Kick, punch, slap. Luce practically danced about, the blinding flashes disorienting Mikael enough to let Luce get in easy hits.
"Motherfuck- GHH." Mikael pulled his wings in and dropped to avoid further assault. Luce swooped down to dodge - and was immediately hit by lightning, screaming in pain and flashing away.
Ellie flew up to join them as Luce and Mikael once more squared off. Luce hissed in pain, but started chuckling for a moment. "Well, I'm not interested in a menage-a-trois at the moment. Besides which, we've already won. Ciao!"
He was gone in a beam of light, too fast to follow. Already the riot was winding down, and the demons descended. Ellie looked worryingly at Mikael, even as he waved off her concerns. She opened her mouth to argue, but then her attention was drawn to Wren on the lamppost, and she broke off to scoop her baby up.
"Wren, spit that out." She admonished. "You have no idea where that's been, and I don't think that person washed their hands."
Landing, Mikael took a deep breath, his fists clenched tightly. He opened one hand, and slowly lifted it to his face. In it was clutched a small piece of paper. A note that he hadn't been holding before. Written on it was a phone number, and below that...
Call me. XOXO -Luce
He almost crumpled it up, reflexively. But he resisted the urge, and instead settled for slipping it into his coat pocket.
What the hell kind of game are you playing?
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
An Ordinary Oddball
Jumping Bean (3)
Jumping Bean tried to follow the fairies, but was alarmed by the mechsuit on the fritz.
"Someone needs to take care of this!" she yelled down to the others. "I think Vivian is still inside!"
She took deep breaths, charging her limbs with her aura, before running towards it and trying to punch and kick out vital parts without damaging the cockpit.
Perry (4)
"Something strong was near," Perry said, suddenly falling into a trance-like state. "Something strong hidden so no one find. Feeling gone now."
"Should be worried?" she asked her squadmates.
Edited by JumpingFruit on Apr 20th 2019 at 2:38:21 AM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Mechsuit on the Fritz
Still occupied by Malhareff's programming, the mechsuit lurched about after being hit by the strikes of Jumping Bean. It got up and promptly took aim more at Jumping Bean than anything else, firing a pair of lasers from both of its arms at her.
By now, Vivian seemed to have gone eerily silent inside the machine.
Prior, she had been screaming and shouting about the machine, and now...
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
An Ordinary Oddball
Jumping Bean (3)
Jumping Bean rolled to the side to avoid the lasers (which narrowly grazed her), and whistled. All of a sudden, all of the unused batons she had summoned prior flew off the ground where they had dropped and to where she was.
She was snatching them from the air and hurling them at the mech now, still trying not to aim at the cockpit where Vivian was and also trying to keep away from the lasers.
"Vivian!? Vivian, if you can hear me right now, answer me!" she shouted.
Edited by JumpingFruit on Apr 20th 2019 at 2:38:28 AM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Supercity Outskirts
As the Guardians made their getaway with the cloud of fairy dust covering their heels, a loud siren could be heard up ahead. A small squad of police cars rode in, stopping just short of the cloud. It was like a thick barrier. Some tried to pass through, and while they did so with ease, the result was a quick trip to dreamland. The officers emerged from the car, quickly taking note of the cloud and the effects it had on those brave or foolish enough to enter it. "Fucking hell. Anyone wanna tell me what the hell happened here?"
At the same time, Armada flew in from the edge of the outskirts, cursing up a storm as she surveyed the chaos and destruction before her. "God this is a mess. You all okay? Anyone seen Sally?"
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Vivian's mechsuit promptly halted and then fell forward. But again, Vivian was silent - until apropos of nothing, the mech suit suddenly slid open and ejected Vivian from it. She was apparently unconscious, her eyes rolled up in her head.
Inside the machine, six screens showing red with a blue circle in the middle promptly shut off the very moment she was not inside any longer. The machine powered off.
Squad 1 - Shane
Shane promptly stepped forward and looked around. The entire place was burning - the town was absolutely wrecked, he guessed. Maybe they could rebuild, but the outskirts would probably need a total overhaul. He breathed, and decided to take some responsibility.
He took a moment, thinking of the similarities to Korthus and his band in the forest, he then said, "...we were attacked, by a large number of odd and dissonant enemies. Nagas, Werewolves, Werecats...many different creatures, but also oddly by a large number of blue...cybernetic zombies..."
Shane looked around again and said, "...They were apparently here for something. Whatever they were here for though, the moment they got it they were outta here."
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
An Ordinary Oddball
Jumping Bean (3)
Jumping Bean picked up Vivian gently, and ran with all the speed she could muster towards the others.
"Help! Help! Vivian's down, and I'm out of healing talismans!" she gasped. "Her armor went crazy. I think something was possessing it or something!"
It was obvious how she looked at the others like they would know more about this situation. It was also obvious form how she called the mechsuit "armor" that she had no idea what it really was.
Perry (4)
"They were looking for something strong!" Perry said. "I feeled it, from far away! Then something happened, and all the people ran. The feeling went away too," she explained in her simple manner.
Edited by JumpingFruit on Apr 20th 2019 at 6:38:31 AM
I wear the skin of the Elder Things, having come unto my own.
Surrounded by weirdoes
Squad 1
Sam was rearing to go again, but Yoko and Zach's behavior distracted him for a second, as the angry mob retreated, but decided to leave the interrogation to someone else and take care of his people.
First, Zach, who seems to have reopened a not too healed wound.
"Zach? Zach" He said, shaking him a bit, deciding to see if something could get a reaction "Saori got her hands on Excalibur and is gonna become the once and future Queen when she grows up"
Okay, that was dumb, but still.
"And what happened, Yoko?" He said, more seriously "You looked like Death itself had you on its sights"
Let's see what could have gotten that reaction from her.
Iridium Wonders
Ryuu walked up to the others looking like he walked out of a bar brawl. Bruised and tired looking, he ended up getting caught in the mess, and ended up getting beaten up more than he wanted. Good thing he knows to protect the jaw. Everything hurts, as he went looking for Sally, if nothing else to make sure she is alright.
Still, his senses were warning him that something was wrong.
But first, check the safety of the others.
Wake me up at your own risk.
King among Xanas
Squad 3-Violet
"Well this is, frankly disappointing." her angels had done their duties in protecting those they could and removing the unconscious from the area before they could be trampled on. The entire class had performed in a subpar fashion, outside of a few notable cases she still found in near impossible to recognize them as people.
"Hm, as if you would need something like that. Principality, see to the wounded would you?" the two tall and lanky angels rose from one of the wounded and floated toward their classmates, syringe wings flared and metallic fingers extended. The two made their way to the most injured members of the class, specifically Evelyn and Vivian.
What followed next might have been a bit horrifying for some to witness, as syringes from their wings slowly extended tethered by tube like growths connecting to its main body. One went into either arm of the injured, with one filled with a blue liquid, and the other drawing out a violent red liquid from within their bodies.
"Draw out the pain and injury in liquid form thus lowering the chance of shock and removing anything that will end their lives quickly, feed into them natural healing energy that increases the bodies natural inclination toward healing." with the removal of the red liquid any open wounds would be closed, and with the injection of the blue liquid the body would be able to react faster to any internal wounds.
Not perfect, far from it. Angels didn't exist to solve humanities problems, just give them a greater chance of success.
Squad 3-Martin
Martin wanted to chase after the creatures, but paused as he looked around at the destruction and injured that were still around. Fixing this mess was his first priority. Or it was until the sight of a werewolf being shot from multiple people gave him pause. "Damn it," he rushed forward and grabbed the werewolf, jumping hard enough to leave a small crater in the ground in order to get him to a nearby rooftop. "Please don't try and bite me, I am afraid I don't really have the patience to be attacked again today."
With that said he jumped down toward the idiots with their guns and leveled a look of utter disappointment. "My levels of patience are thin today, so you will drop your weapons and go home, or explain to the police why you decided to actively engage in a meta conflict when heroes were already onsite to deal with it." there were laws, and while self defense included firearms in an age of meta abilities it was still a last defense when law enforcement wasn't there. "And if any of you shoots me, then I can explain to the police why they need to arrest you, and take you to the nearest hospital for a broken arm." it was clear from his tone that he wasn't threatening them, his voice never raised or wavered.
Squad 4-Clay
Clay drew in a few deep breaths and tried to rise up from the ground, only for a migraine the size of Texas to hit him and sent him back to the ground. He was still getting used to psychic stuff, and that attack had hit him like a ton of bricks. "Evelyn, is she okay?" it hurt to open his eyes, and everyones voices sounded really far away or like foghorns.
Be better, because what is the harm in trying?
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Supercity Outskirts
At first the civilians started to back off, Martin's presence causing their resolve to waver.
It didn't last long.
After a considerable silence, one of the civilians stepped forward, brandishing a rifle and aiming it at Martin's chest. "Now you see here! Maybe all you heroes can afford to go around practicing all that hippie crap, but those things were trying to kill us! And you expect us to just sit back and let 'em do it? I don't think so!" Of course, the fact was that they hadn't been trying to murder them and that there wasn't a casualty in site. But that seemed to elude this particular ingrate for the moment.
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
King among Xanas
Squad 3-Martin
"Sir, you are currently not practicing gun safety and are threatening a hero with a deadly weapon. Maybe you think that you can shoot me, kill me, but please for a moment consider the situation. A large group of other heroes are close enough to hear the gunfire, and I can't promise that you will be treated fairly by them if I am injured." Martin could have ripped the weapon out of the mans hand and beat the entire group into a coma with it, and he was tempted. God in heaven he was tempted. But they were more scared of him then he was of them, so for now he would follow his philosophy and give them what everyone needed at least one of. A chance to stop and think. "If you leave a number I will have the police contact you so you can recover your weapons once this incident has been closed."
Be better, because what is the harm in trying?
Spidophile
Squad 2
"Put the gun down, sir. Even someone as limited in potential as you can surely see we just did all we could to save your ungrateful rabble." Roboctopus said to the man pointing a gun at Martin. As he said this, Roboctopus pointed his own, much larger wrist-mounted machine gun at the man.
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Van - Squad 3
Van followed along, severely displeased that whatever had happened, the bad guys had basically engaged them just enough for a distraction and then ran off once they got what they needed. And seeing more of the same bigotry that led to Gaea just put him in a fouler mood.
Stepping forward, the vampire prince promptly said, "Tell me, how is wielding a gun at a hero going to make things better here? Even if you take your shot, it won't do a damn thing to rebuild your homes, revert anyone affected by a bite, or improve your ability to survive."
He crossed his arms, ready to make a move in case things got worse.
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Supercity Outskirts
The centauress stared at Martin as though he had gone insane before breathing a heavy sigh. "Look, I appreciate that you want to help, but if you think talking or any of that is going to make things better, than you're wrong. And you're also wrong if you think we're doing this just because we want to vent. It may not seem like it, but we're doing this for everyone. For a better world. And I think that's what you want too, isn't it? I don't want to hurt you. But if you don't walk away, I may not have much choice. So what'll it be?"
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