Breath of the Sun
Marcel - Sudddenly Fight?
Marcel couldn't help but scowl at the villain. Acting was a sacred art, and to be interrupted so callously greatly annoyed him as a performer.
As the cannons appeared, Marcel took up defense, raising his hands and feeling along an invisible brick wall, the barrier becoming real the moment he imagined it to be so. It was still invisible, but no less solid. Whether it could block the cannons remained to be seen, but given how lassez-faire Holmes was about this villain, Y2K couldn't be that dangerous.
Marcel did take note of the new arrival, who seemed to also boast psychic abilities. And who seemed to stare at Lucy just a touch too long for Marcel's comfort.
As Marcel lifted his hands up and slightly over the wall, pantomiming the act of firing a gun at the cannons - and thereby shooting at them with invisible bullets - he gave Kano a wary look.
Mondieu, Marcel thought, I'm not even dating her yet and I'm already feeling jealousy. Curse my romantic heart.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Ryan
Ryan had to tell the truth alternated between dozing off and halfheartedly offering suggestions about who the murderer might be, even a few times suggesting maybe he was the murderer and he just stopped giving a fuck too long to remember what happened. Clue was a British thing, and Ryan, being an American boy and a sports player at that, had never played it nor had any interest in it.
Hell, before this, he barely even knew it existed outside of some ratty-ass movie that got made a while back.
But now there was something or rather someone that showed up to really kindle his interest. "Huh..." Ryan got up off his desk and then charged right at the "bug villain", some loser he guessed.
The others were well on the case too, and Ryan advanced on the Bug, not caring about the cannons. He threw one hell of a punch right at the midsection of the weird Y2K villain, putting quite some energy into it. This...this was much more his speed. Let the other, brainier guys and gals handle the investigation.
Ryan knew what he was good at - and this was it.
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Not a Clue
"Okay? I'm completely fine! How are you?" Ortrun made the greeting automatically. Its what her brain recalled under the circumstances. She hadn't stopped scratching at the walls like a cat.
"You're in the dark," she hissed the realization to herself aloud. "And I never looked at plans for this place... sorry."
"I'll..." Ortrun eventually slid her hands off the wall and pulled off a glove. Unusually nimbly, she retrieved a screwdriver and iodine and poured the latter over the former. "...do better."
She made a shallow poke between her fingers, not too shallow. It had to bleed. And the small drops of blood did not just drip down the wall. They rolled along it, feeling out for open spots and, if she was lucky, a fuse or control panel. If she found any of those, they'd go in and eat through or clog up the circuitry. And if drops of blood could not do that—likely—Ortrun would at least know where the way to the circuits was.
Edited by CenturyEye on Mar 10th 2020 at 1:49:35 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
Where am I? What's going on?
Jenna
Well. That... ended abruptly. Shame. She had been winning. But they were apparently being attacked, so she supposed it couldn't be helped. On the first day, too. Hopefully this wouldn't set a precedent.
Everyone responded in their own ways, and a majority of those ways were pretty aggressive. In particular the kid who she didn't remember seeing before now. She almost felt bad for the villain getting his arse handed to him by a bunch of teenagers. She certainly didn't feel threatened, at least.
It hardly seemed necessary, but she supposed this was a superhero school, so it might look bad if she didn't put in some effort. With a slight shrug, Jenna's left arm fell off, separating into a horde of insects and other creepy crawlies.
"Le's get dis over with..."
The villain... what did he call himself? She hadn't been listening. Well anyway, it was pretty clear that his "body" was a hologram, and stings and bites weren't gonna do much of anything against that. Instead, her swarm wiggled its way into every crack and/or crevice it could find in the pitch black walls, and... waited.
She didn't really want to be held responsible for destroying school property if it turned out to be unnecessary.
Up on Melancholy hill.
"FOOLISH LITTLE FLESHLINGS! YOU SEE NOW THE TRUE POWER OF TECHNOLOGY! ALL OF THIS AT MY COMMAND, ALL OF MY POWERS USED TO DESTROY YOU AND TO SEW CHAOS WHERE I MAY BE! AND YOUR FIRST DAY AS PATHETIC WOULD BE HEROES WILL BE YOUR LAST AS YOU FACE ME!"
The Cannons, bright and colorful and made of hardlight, were just as susceptible as regular cannons. so when Lucy went and wrenched them out of the ground, they had thew weight, the density of a regular cannon, and when it fired one of its name sake at Cheryl, it melted before it even had a chance to strike her. Though it wasn't made of metal and other materials but rather sparking multicolored ooze that faded away the second it lost its coherant shape.
When Kano lifted up the amount of Cannons and flung them at his face, they oddly struck solid matter in the black spots between the eyes and mouth, and it gave a loud, agitated grunt. "WHY YOU LITTLE-" It screamed before it was shredded into individual little faces like a drop of mercury separating from the main drop.
Comically, the faces looked at each other for a moment before they all swirled around and collected back into the giant face once again, and it looked down with an annoyed snarl at Kano, as electrical wires appeared on either side of his face. "YOU WILL KNOW MY WRATH YOU LITTLE WORM-"
And then another cannon struck him in the side,hitting him in one of the eyes and sending him into a howling mess of pain. Then an angry monkey lady swung up and struck him in the face, indenting his face...oddly, somehow.
He didn't get an opportunity as Ryan sent the next blow and the face all but vanished this time around. But the cannons remained, even as Kyle and Marcel effortlessly blew them apart.
All was silent as the remaining cannons vanished in blips of light...and then the laughing began again.
"YOU LITTLE INSECTS ARE NOTHING TO ME!" Laughed the voice as it appeared higher, yet oddly smaller, this time around, higher in the air and at an angle. "FOR YOU SEE, THAT WAS A TEST TO SEE WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF! SO BARE WITNESS MORTALS, AS YOU FACE..."
And lowly, lines of energy and electricity began to build just underneath him, building into...something. Once it was all done, standing before and between the students was a massive, 15 foot tall Hard Light Robot suit made of frame wire and colored like a Technicolor Nightmare, cannons on either arm, and wild, whipping, electrified wires by the dozens on his back.
"Y2K 2.0!!!"
"Huh." Holmes said as he leaned back, puffing out a little bit from his pipe. "Neat."
And while all of this was happening, Ortrun could see the fruits of her labor beginning to spread as the blood vanished into a crevice...
Edited by MichaelDj54 on Mar 15th 2020 at 6:33:44 AM
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
AKA Nixer
Lucy Livingston – Investigations Class
So the 2.0 to the Millennium Virus... is a giant hard-light mecha... thing.
Lucy stared at the giant construct blankly, before sucking in a stressed breath and internally shrugging it off.
Okay.
During the virus' brief bout of gloating, she had allowed herself a few seconds to assess what'd just happened. She'd felt eyes on her earlier, and a quick glance had told her it was the new guy. Marcel himself would also have felt (and perhaps seen) a passing look from her—one unreadable yet hardened—before she'd returned her focus to the fight. It was more important, after all.
She remembered what she had been planning to do with the cannon in her grip, and Cheryl's request. She doubted she'd be able to do that now, considering the fragility of the constructs. But she could still give her something...
“Here. Have this,” she offered quietly—constricting one of her tendrils into a tightly packed sphere before solidifying it and causing it to float nearby Cheryl in preparation for her to throw. “Better than nothing. Sorry I was too late on that...”
With that hopefully taken care of for now, she fully focused on the virus's trump card and made sure to manifest more tendrils from her reserves—her breathing catching into a sharp, wheezing gasp as she drew a little more mass from her body fats to make up for the sphere's worth she had just given away. She had visibly thinned and was looking weaker. But she knew it was only temporary. She'd absorb it back into herself later on.
If it didn't get destroyed.
Hands still in her pockets, she shot a tendril up towards the ceiling and pulled it taut—letting herself be rapidly pulled upwards so as to get a better angle on the colossal construct. With an array of thinner tendrils shooting out towards the walls so as to momentarily catch and suspend her in the air, she directed a few more towards the robot with the intention of simply dissecting it; the ends of her tendrils slimming into needle-thin points so as to stab and then rip asunder large chunks of the robotic construct. Smaller surface area meant a more concentrated force. She'd learnt that the hard way. And it was why she'd had to have worked on her precision for so long.
She realised her bag was still in the room. With her suit inside. But it was way too late to put it on; as much of a protection it'd give her. It was too complicated and cumbersome to even bother her classmates with, let alone herself.
She'd just have to rely on agility and quick reflexes, like her early days. She only hoped it wouldn't backfire like the end of those early days.
Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 15th 2020 at 12:04:25 PM
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Just a Random Guy on the Internet
Kano has almost nodded off. He had put his all into that attack, and the virus had the audacity to just shrug it off? Whatever.
Remaining seated he threw a very half hearted slash at the glowing giant mech, aiming to take out its cannons. He had done a bit, and by now he was out of commission. speaking of which...
He turned to Holmes, still puffing his pipe, and gestures to the fight. “Do you plan on helping? At least tell us that we will get some extra credit for all of this...”
Kano hoped this would end soon. He hadn’t even spoken to his classmates yet...
“You see son, in life there are facts and there are opinions. Your opinion is wrong, and that’s a fact”
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Sue
Sue (the original Sue,) didn't fail to notice Ortie slicing open her fingers, or the drops of blood dripping down the hall. "The fuck?! The hell you doin', Ortie?! You're gonna get yourself a, I dunno, an inflection? That really bad thing that happens when you get germs or other things in a wound that happens all the time in the jungle but I didn't know what it was called till a few weeks ago! That thing!"
Meanwhile, the other two Sue's were not deterred by Y2K's growth spurt. All it meant was there was even more to hit! And that he was easier to topple. One Sue extended her staff and swept it under his legs, intent on bringing him crashing to the floor. And the other prepared to send her staff crashing down on what she assumed was its' head.
"COWABUNGA, FUCKER!"
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Breath of the Sun
Marcel - Giant Robot Fight
After it was apparent that no one was going to use his cover anyway, Marcel opted to follow Lucy's lead and get a vantage point, after responding to her hard look with a soft smile.
He spoke into an imaginary radio, and a second later hauled himself up an invisible rope ladder before casually sitting down in mid-air. Taking a stance as though manning a gun, he began to levitate and swerve around the giant robot, strafing through the air. Keen observers would note his movements matched what one would expect from a helicopter.
Marcel began to make shuddering motions, mimicking a machine gun's recoil, and his powers responded by peppering the the machine with powerful mind bullets.
He felt a faint warmth on his lip as his blood, colorless as the rest of him, trickled from his nose at the psychic exertion. Nothing major, but it did remind him that he'd never really used his powers for this level of combat. The mind was like a muscle, he supposed, and he needed to push his a bit more.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Investigations Class, Making an Off Button
They did not sound anything like 'pew pew'! Ortrun couldn't quite give an accurate time of when she had dropped to her hands and knees but it was sometime after hearing automatic fire. She didn't freeze, so progress.
She'd left one hand dragging along the wall, leaving a modest blood trail that quickly collected and 'returned to sender' anyway. Long as she kept herself handy. And as soon as she found it, Ortrun crawled along to her gap in the wall, read: the quickest way into the power system.
Took her a moment to register someone was speaking to her. Was that ringing in her ear? Of all things, she'd gotten used to the big bad evil guy yelling about their imminent deaths. Oh right, not him, talking to her. Right. Respond...?
Ortrun had trouble thinking of responses at the best of times. What did one say under attack? How long did she have to speak? How did everyone else know what to do?? Better: why did she not?
"...sicherungskasten." After a beat and more time she wasted, she shook her head and remembered the problem. "Sorry! Fuse box. Power lines. I'm looking for the power—way to cut the power, and I did not find where an opening was before. And 'infection'."
She traced her own blood trail to the opening, collecting as she went. Her wound didn't close though and her hand paled all the further. Had to go without blood flow for a bit. She was using the blood vessels for something else. And ribbons of muscle. Ortrun's making blood vessels, muscles, and skin into tendrils felt exactly like what unraveling muscle tissue should feel like. Ortrun bit her lip and blinked her eyes clean and kept going though.
Red ribbons of flesh slithered through the gaps to get at the power system behind the wall and shut down the power to the room. Okay, she had to do this by feel. No problem! She'd done it before. Not under fire but she'd done it before. 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
Surrounded by weirdoes
Fangs and Darkness
Kyle looked at the giant robot, and just looked at everyone. He growled, feeling his muscles tense as he started going on all fours as his body shifted once again. His body started to become bigger and more animal like, his hands mutating into a wolf's front legs, his chest expanded and let out a few beastly snarls.
Several black sparks surrounded him for a moment, as he gave a step, charging to attack one of the legs of the virus.
"...One strike" He rasped out. Talking was difficult as this, but he felt he could get something coherent out.
Wake me up at your own risk.
Up on Melancholy hill.
Whatever this new form entailed, The Bug was far, far more confident this time around. It noticed the little needle thin stabs in an attempt to rip off larger chunks of the larger piece, but if the Bug was worried at all, he didn't show it.
Rather, the head turned around and somehow, a hard light neon face looked more frightening with the deranged mania in the lack of eyes. The arm on the other side of her twisted around casually and pointed the cannon directly at Lucy and with a wider grin, one that curled up near his eyes, he aimed and fired a Virus Cannon directly at her.
A cannon that, upon firing once, was cleanly cut off by Kano's less than excited slash of the air. Bringing it up to his face, he frowned in annoyance and gestured, where bright pink neon strips wrapped around an formed a brand new cannon on the end of the stump.
And while all of this was happening, the mighty staff came down and struck him in the back of the legs, bringing the colossal titan down and rumbling the room with a thundering BOOM, enough to shake the very foundations of Camelot Academy. A staff swung down and slammed against his head and did manage to crack the screen, but that only looked to annoy him.
And then psychic bullets peppered him from an angle he couldn't exactly see, and that turned his annoyance to anger.
And then his leg was struck with a rough slash of a pair of demonic wolf claws and something about THAT turned his anger into pure, unadulterated RAGE.
And so, from his position on the ground, the Bug's expression turned from bright red anger to multicolored insanity, one eye larger than the other as suddenly his voice echoed out in the room.
"THIS IS A WARNING OF THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM!"
From underneath him erupted a tangle, dozens upon dozens upon dozens of multicolored wires charging and zapping with untold Electrical currents zapping to and fro like loose electrical cables.
And each one shot out to each student.
"DO NOT ADJUST YOUR SETS!"
And as all that chaos was happening, Holmes was still sitting off to the side but far less lackadaisical than he usually was about this. Now he was sitting up straight, now he was doing his own act during the fight.
A fact that almost interrupted him when Kano asked if he would help.
"What do you think I'm doing?" He asked, his eyes a chilling icy blue as he scanned over the robotic construct, little readings (to him at least) coming up and offering various bits of information about the robotic body.
This is new for you, Bug... He thought to himself, a slight air of worry about him. Where did you get this...
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
AKA Nixer
Lucy Livingston – Investigations Class
Lucy had frozen stiff as the transformed virus aimed its cannon at her, and only breathed once it had been sliced through for her benefit—a quick glance around telling her it was the new guy that was responsible. She stared at him a moment, giving him an almost imperceptible nod of thanks, before diverting her attention back to Y2K—siphoning back her used ink for a moment so as to let herself figure out what he was going to do next.
She was not expecting the cables.
She yelped a little as her ink instinctively reared back, before shooting backwards and causing her to retreat a good distance away. She was still up in the air, and she didn't have a lot of room to move in now. She was beginning to sweat; the tension starting to get to her. She couldn't remember if her ink was conductive or not. Regardless, it'd provide the best defense she had...
Her tendrils formed themselves into broader, slightly more curved implements and began to coalesce around her in a half-dome, while others attempted to pinch and grasp at the approaching cables with inhuman and distinctly monstrous looking claws. All the while she fought for free space, trying to stop the wires from backing her into any corner. She remembered her allies, and swiftly began to move towards them. She didn't care who in particular. Fighting alongside someone would at least be an assurance.
She couldn't afford to do this kind of work alone anymore. It was half the reason she'd come here.
“A-Any plans?” she gasped out, voice for once at a louder volume (though fragmented regardless) so that she could actually be heard over the battle. “I've got nothing... I don't think I can do much to...”
If David was here he'd work out how to hack this thing or something... she thought to herself, trailing off her speech as she frowned in deep thought. Maybe these guys have something up their sleeve... hell, even Holmes... Ortrun's doing something weird– oh come on already, just trust them. You'd want them to do the same with you, she mentally argued, breath catching once again as she drew a little more ink from her natural supplies. We've got this. It's just a bug. Squash it.
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Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Turns Red
Ortrun was fine! She had her head down already from the machine gun firing somewhere. The thundering boom that could have been an earthquake, a meteor impact, or the fight she wasn't looking at shook her. It shook everything. But she kept working.
She kept an ear out when Lucy said something about a plan. Whatever she or anyone had! Okay, I pinch these wires and I can.... "Wait, emergency broadcast..." Her instinctive attention to a PSA meant she at least saw it coming.
It didn't mean she was quick or nimble. From beginning to end her dodge attempt had her watching the darting tendril flatfooted, awkwardly pushing herself off the wall while still probing the circuitry behind, and getting her own probes stuck and having to jerk her arm free. After she got her balance back from awkwardly pushing off the wall.
If Ortrun might have gotten away then, she spent a moment blowing on her dragged and abused and sloppily put back together hand as if that did anything for pain. At least until the charged wire curled into her field of vision and... a quick head jerk confirmed it was coiling around her neck.
"Oh..." She shook her head and jerked back. Zapping her back, which led to her swatting at it. And zapping her arm. "The wiring!" Ortrun found the presence of mind to answer Lucy however late. "I found a space to get into the wiring and tur—"
Okay, there might have been something clever. But the pain of being fried with electricity and swung through the air like a Raggedy Ann made very few things matter. Ortrun had certainly stopped focusing on plans or steady thoughts after the thing wrapped around her neck and her brain got busy processing shocking pain. She hardly noticed the being swung through the air part.
Edited by CenturyEye on Mar 19th 2020 at 1:23:39 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
Surrounded by weirdoes
Fangs And Darkness
Well, this day just kept on giving. So, on the meantime, he jumped and bounced, curling into a ball to crash and try to block the others from its view.
"Come... and get me... you glitch" He growled. He could feel the energy pulsing out of him. Dark sparks came out of him.
Keep control He thought And march to the goal
Wake me up at your own risk.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Sue
"ORTIE!" Sue barely registered Ortie's strange abilities or the mass of wires coming their way before they ensnared her bestie like a viper. "PUT HER THE FUCK DOWN YOU FUCKING TINCAN... WIREY... THINGY! YOU HEAR ME?!" She extended her staff before whacking the wires holding her, intent on beating them down with enough force to tear them apart. If successful, one of her clones would leap towards Ortie and catch her in mid-air, bringing her safely to the ground.
As for the remaining clone, it had a better idea. Just before another wire skewered her like a fish, it vanished in a puff of smoke, reverting into one of Sue's hairs. It flew towards the Bug, sliding through one of the cracks in the monitor before falling straight towards its center. It then regrew in an instant, staff in hand and extending itself as rapidly as possible.
"SMILE YOU SUNNUVABITCH!"
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Just a Random Guy on the Internet
Investigations Class?
Kano looked at the virus blankly. The virus wasn’t very powerful, but it was persistent. That was for sure. It was also terrifying his new classmates, including the pale girl. which displeased him greatly.
It was however, fascinating to watch his classmates do their thing. The nervous girl at the far end of the room was doing... something, and the monkey girl was going ballistic. An admittedly amusing sight to behold. Once again the most shocking student in the room however, was the pale girl, who’s powers looked disturbingly familiar.
He grimaced internally. Now was not the time for this. Pest removal now, classmates later.
Kano sat back up and began to get to work on the wires that were heading towards his classmates, not haphazardly this time, the virus had shown that it warranted his attention, but calmly. Cautiously. He had to be careful not to exert himself again. He wouldn’t be able to pull off anything like before. Not yet at least. At this rate, especially with the persistence of this virus, it wasn’t out of the question.
He started with throwing a couple of slashes in front of him, severing the wires coming his way, before moving on to the pale girl, who seemed to be having quite a bit of trouble with them, and finally moved on to the source of the cables, right below the bug itself.
This He thought to himself, is one hell of a first day...
“You see son, in life there are facts and there are opinions. Your opinion is wrong, and that’s a fact”
Up on Melancholy hill.
And so the Bug cackled like a mad man, as it turned one larger than the other eye to Ortie, tightening it's grip on her neck and holding up the cannon towards her, as it began to charge up energy and reduce her to a mere, smoking pile of ashes-
"SMILE YOU SUNNUVABITCH!"
Crack, shatter, spark. Now there was a monkey girl erupting out of his face in a shower of glass and sparks. And normally he hadn't been reacting properly to getting whacked around, clawed, shot at...
but a fucking monkey just exploded out of his face! You don't just IGNORE that!!
"AH! FUCK! FUCKING-DID YOU JUST-OW!!!" He screamed as he stomped backwards, the shock of the situation forcing his electrical cables back into his body and ceasing the onslaught of the students. One hand reached up and covered his eye, while his voice grew staticy and high pitched. "NOW I'M MAD!"
"And vulnerable." Holmes pressed the button, allowing the PA to kick on. "Attention students, I would recommend aiming everything you all have at the giant, gaping hole in his face. Sooner the better." And the PA cut off.
It cut back on a second later.
"Extra credit for all participating, by the by. Even the new sleepy one."
Is it selfish that I'm happy as we pass the setting sun?
Breath of the Sun
Marcel - Giant Robot Fight
As the wire came for him, Marcel leaped to safety, pulling the cord on an invisible parachute. He began to gently float down to the ground.
The wire kept coming, but Marcel merely held up his forearm, blocking it with an imagined shield. Made of wood, of course, so it wouldn't conduct electricity.
With his free hand, he wiped the blood from his nose, before holding something up to his mouth, biting down, and pulling something out of it with his teeth.
Willing it to cause as big a boom as possible, Marcel lobbed an invisible grenade at the gaping hole in the robot's face.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
AKA Nixer
Lucy Livingston – Investigations Class
“Extra credit,” huh? Cute.
A blade of hardened ink sliced through some of the remains of the cables, and Lucy took the brief moment of respite she had as the things finally receded to gather her senses. Holmes was encouraging them to end it, and she was all too eager. Ortrun nearly got hurt there because she hadn't done anything. If Sue hadn't been so quick...
Inexcusable.
Her ink snapped back into her control in an instant; the scattered substance rearing upwards and coalescing into a single mass as it returned to her. Every inch of her face was engraved with a harsh glare, and as her hand twitched itself into a claw her medium responded angrily in kind.
Just... don't hurt them, she reminded herself, a small surge of guilt dampening her heart somewhat as her expression momentarily saddened. It's under control... just do enough.
She ignored the shallow breathing behind her, and the warning grip of a skeletal hand on her shoulder.
End it. Come on. Help a little. Be useful.
Make it pay.
Her hand thrust forward as her face steeled itself once again, and her ink shot ahead like a tidal force—splitting apart and aiming to surround the now vulnerable virus so as to crush him. Even so she remembered the efforts of her classmates and made sure to leave room for them; skirting around their own attacks by forming her ink into a lattice pattern.
Huh. First day of school and this happens. I guess I'd better get used to it...
...still... doesn't make it feel any better...
Edited by Enirboreh on Mar 28th 2020 at 5:29:08 PM
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Just a Random Guy on the Internet
Investigations Class?
But it’s all worth the extra credit.
Kano took in a deep breath. This was the end, he might as well let out everything he had. And he had been careful enough with his power that he had quite a bit of juice.
Standing back up, Kano bit his still bleeding lip in an effort to make sure that he didn’t fall asleep again. The pale girl and the mime had both made their move, but hopefully this would shut it down for good. “Alrighty professor...” he said.
Kano’s eyes began to glow as he pulled his fist back. “Good riddance...” was all he said. And then, aiming towards a pretty large target, he shot his arm forward, splaying his hand, sending forward his force in the form of a massive artillery shell, straight into the gaping hole in the bugs face.
He could feel the wind pressure from the attack all the way back were he was, but he knew it would be much stronger up there. He even grimaced to see a couple of his classmates blown back a bit, but hopefully they wouldn’t resent him too much. For now, his priority was the bug.
Edited by Randomperson1212 on Mar 28th 2020 at 11:48:58 AM
“You see son, in life there are facts and there are opinions. Your opinion is wrong, and that’s a fact”
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Observation: Her Life Didn't Flash Before Her Eyes
Her neck had already been bending in unnatural directions before Y2k tightened its grip. If she'd had a moment to think, she might have found it fascinating that she left a mark on that wall there and was still intact. Or that even now, she still felt like throwing up. If the thing didn't have a death grip on her neck, she would have vomited.
CRACK! She probably did spew while she was unconscious. If that mattered. That crack was the last thing she registered. Well heard. Ortrun got a second hand view of herself instantly ceasing to move—jerks from electric shocks aside—and being dragged limply through the air...
Quite some time later, she didn't know how long it was, but Ortrun wasn't surprised to wake up. She was more startled by the sudden lack of O2 and alot of air pressure.
Twas only after she stopped coughing and carrying on that she remembered that she was alive. And being carried by Sue like a sack of potatoes. And had lost what looked like half digested breakfast. And the cannon.
"Okay. Time passed. And I guess we're not in the cannon's firing line now... I..." She started between rapid breaths. "had not resolved that one. But then I was busy." Getting almost killed and in the fighters' way a different way. Okay, if she wasn't dead and everyone else had done the heavy lifting what was there to fix? That she could fix?
Yes, she was babbling! What else? What was even going on?? She knew that she was napping while everyone else was fighting for their lives and her weight now. She knew not to cling to Sue because Sue was fighting and that just caused trouble in books, but... A lightbulb or a lifeline would be nice! 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
Ryan
Well.
The guy turned into a giant robot-thing, and the others were running around like crazy. Ryan usually would be mixing it up, but knowing what he did of his powers, he couldn't exactly go in blasting. Not without giving somebody other than the villain a case of Chernobyl sickness.
Waiting for his chance, Ryan thought he saw it when Sue basically exploded out of Y2K's face. And so, smirking darkly, Ryan started to build up power, and then aimed right at the midsection of Y2K's huge form. Making sure he could get a shot when nothing else was flying around, Ryan then jetted right at the middle of the giant robot with a tremendously charged up punch, aiming to shoot a directional explosion out of the impact of his fist right at the villain.
I can't turn huge, so my best bet is to just hit harder than a big robot!
Sign on for this After The End Fantasy RP.
Deranged X-Mas Figure
Sue
Sue lept over to the doorway, barely listening to Ortie's ramblings she dropped her off in the hallway. "Hey, take it easy, Ortie! Besty's got this covered!"
As for her clones, they didn't waste a second in continuing their assault. One of them attempted to hold the Bug in place, while the other enlarged their staff and thrust it down what passed for a gullet. They rammed it in and twisted it like a knife, revelling in their display of sheer savage mayhem. Not even a massive spray of oil splashing over her face like blood would have deterred her. Nor would it hide their sheer glee. And she wouldn't have been bothered in the least.
That's what they got for hurting her bestie.
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around
Sue
Sue would have continued her tirade or perhaps play the part of the killer regardless if it hadn't been for a 'bug' attacking her and everyone in the class. It didn't look like any bug she'd seen, that was for sure. Certainly didn't seem edible. But it was definitely smashable. Summoning up her clones, she sent one over to the cannons, while another lept over to bash the bug's head in. The former was did her best to lift up one of the cannons and hurl it at the big floating head, while the other charged in with her staff. She raised it high, screaming in mid-air with the intent of smashing it to bits. "BOOSHAKALAKA, MOTHERFUCKER!"
At the same time, the real Sue hopped over to Ortun. Stevie could take care of himself (probably), but she wasn't so sure about Ortie. That the first thing she did was crash into a wall only served to prove her right. "You okay, Ortie?!"
Doctor Who — Long Way Around: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13536044/1/Doctor-Who-Long-Way-Around