[Jason]
"That was fun!"
"But warn me next time, I lost alotta slime."
My luffy head had almost completely smeared off of the roof of the SUV, and my slime had been squeezing through the door of the trunk for a while. A trail of slime stretched back far in the distance.
"I'm all goo though, I'll just eat something later."
[Jake]
"Yeah, the poster said this Rathalos lived somewhere on this plateau, Devil's Den in the desert. Did anyone bring water?"
(There's only one desert on Derika.)
(It's about an two hours to get to the edge, and another half an hour to two hours to get to the plateau. This could take much less time if Deemas drives like a Deemas.)
[Jasher]
Blackburn stands and clears his throat.
"Looks like you like your new toys. Now that all the testing is out of the way, your mission is to attack a Bandit-occupied village. The Bandits are forcing this village to farm Rapture for them."
Elliot pipes up "So we are setting the villagers free?"
"No. We are taking over the farm, by eliminating all Bandit presence and cowing any villagers trying to be a hero. Additional units will be arriving to secure the farm once the Bandits are dead. Minimize damage to the Rapture farms."
"Are there any questions?"
"Gotcha. Who wants me to drive regularly, and who wants me to drive like a Deemas?" I asked, expecting a vote. Surprisingly enough, Achilles was the first to answer. "Drive like a Deemas! I wanna get there quickly!" he demanded. I simply blinked a couple times in astonishment. "Um... that's one vote for Deemas... make that two votes, considering me. Anyone else?" I asked. Sky wanted me to drive like a Deemas. "Make that... three," I said, counting the votes on my fingers.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
"Good."
"Go, you leave in 10 minutes. Don't disappoint me. I'll be watching."
A map pops up showing us where to go, and we load up in the Hangar. We board a Shroud, a small Harrier-like dropship. With vertical take-off, cloaking, and nearly silent flight, its only downside was its lack of armor plating.
The Shroud takes off and get us to where we are going in only 20 minutes. (they are fast)(even though my sense of scale is terrible)
Hovering silently over the village, the Shroud comes to a stop.
"Equip yourselves, and prepare to drop.
"Drop? Sir?" Heather's voices rises in pitch as she asks, sounding nervous.
"Sir, our suits can take that fall?" I ask Blackburn.
"Yes, of course, now get going already." He answers impatiently.
We gear up and look down at the ground. It's a long way away.
Apparently Blackburn got tired of waiting; our suits step off the edge and plummet to the ground, going rigid before we hit the ground. We land relatively quietly, and above us, the hangar closes up and the Shroud pulls away.
"That's 6 vote's then! Everybody brace yourselves!!!" I shouted, starting the engine. After the engine turned violently, the car raced off into the distance at a grand total of who-knows-how-many miles an hour. Probably around 750-something. Good thing this car was made here, or else this car would be... well... sludge. "LET'S SEE IF I CAN BREAK THE SOUND BARRIER!" I shouted, speeding it up further, using gravity to propel the tires faster. I'm surprised the car wasn't flying.
[Achilles]
I could not move. My hood flew off my head, revealing that my face was pretty much flapping almost like a pug's does in the wind. The sheer speed prevented me from so much as moving my fingers. "IS THIS HOW FAST A DEEMAS IS SUPPOSED TO GO?!" I screamed.
[Sky]
My face was being plastered against the upholstery. I could not move, and it felt like the skin on my face was going to fly off my face.
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Time has passed since Neil has interacted with anything. He hasn't reported to Bobert's Bread because he has forgotten about the job and he has been moping around the backstreets of Brinkhaven. Ever since the ETG base attack failure and the realization that his ability isn't the most useful, he's been walking around like a zombie, angry and defeated. He had been in a few bar fights like the good ol' days, but they didn't satisfy him like they used to.
Neil walks passed the One Eyed Rooster at what would seem like the best moment. A man is thrown out, drunk off his face and acting violently. He was presumably kicked out by one of the workers of the shady tavern. They were all extremely strong and no-one, not even the rowdiest or short tempered people like Neil would challenge. By far, the strongest is the owner of the One Eyed Rooster. No-one has ever seen him fight or use his ability, but he just gives off that sort of feeling.
Back to the man that was kicked out. The thin, short, but fit looking man, with long black hair sees Neil and decides he'll be his next target. Neil bares his teeth. He couldn't be bothered fighting this guy, but, of course, he will. The short man smiles an insane smile. Way out of fist fighting range, the man throws a punch. When Neil sees this, he starts to walk off, but he's in a city full of Gifted, so he shouldn't underestimated the person.
Neil's thrown into a wall across the street from the impact, cracking the concrete and probably some of his ribs. "What the f-?" He starts. Looking across the street, he sees the man about to throw another punch. With his remaining strength, he rolls away, just in time to see the man's ability. He could stretch his arms out at huge lengths, but not just that, the size increased as it stretched creating hulking super strength punches.
"You *******!" Neil yells, getting really angry. It was the first time he's felt so angry in a while. Usually this anger was a daily thing, but the last few days it had dimmed down. Now that it was back, Neil felt strangely refreshed. He starts shooting at the man with his bullet fingers. A lot of his shots missed. The ones that hit, didn't seem to do much, like they were absorbed by the rubber like body. The man gets even more violent and starts throwing heaps of punches at Neil. His agility allows him to dodge, but due to his bad stamina, Neil starts to slow down and BANG! He gets thrown back into a corner. The man moves in, trapping Neil there. He goes to throw another punch and Neil goes into desperation mode. Without consciously thinking he raises his right arm, channeling his power into it with his left hand. A ball of light starts to form, getting larger and larger in the palm of his hand. As the man's punch is closing in, Neil releases all of the energy, and the ball of energy explodes forward hitting the man's giant outstretched hand, sending him flying back and presumably knocking him out.
Neil grabs a hold of his ribs, cusses, then walks away towards the busiest part of Brinkhaven a.k.a the street Bobert's Bread is in. He never thought he could do some sort of crazy bazooka technique before, but then again, he never really experimented with his ability.
I continued accelerating the SUV across the desert, leaving a black trail of dust and fire as it raced through the desert sands. "I HOPE EVERYBODY HAS THEIR WINDOWS CLOSED! NOBODY WANTS SAND IN THEIR EYES AT THIS VELOCITY! AND, YOU KNOW, YOUR FACE WOULD START TO PEEL!" I screamed over the speed and the reality-warping. 760... 765... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM... a sonic boom rung throughout the air, and it was very satisfying to listen to. "YEAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" I screamed as the car began to take on a blueish hue.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Hanna-Creation and manipulation of “hard” light and “soft” light.
Hanna creates “hard” light in the form of hollow, translucent rectangles. Her constructs are about as strong as glass, although the strength of the construct varies depending on concentration involved. The sides of the rectangle can be extended or shrank at will, and at great speed. Constructs will float in the air or obey physics depending on the intent when created, and are selectively permeable upon creation. A construct will only keep its shape and strength when focused on; otherwise it will fade away.
Hanna creates “soft” light in the form of a liquid, semi-gaseous light that flows like water through the air. This is used to repair objects and heal people. The light uses telepathy to tell what should be fixed, so if none knows how to repair the object, or the target of the healing feels the wound belongs or doesn’t want it gone, it is ineffective. For example, Hanna wouldn’t know how to fix a broken car, so she can’t repair it with her Gift. A scar someone has had for a long time or a wound that holds personal significance cannot be healed because the target may feel it belongs there, so the healing is resisted.
Annah – Creation and manipulation of “soft darkness and “hard” shadows
Annah brings forth “soft” darkness from any available shadows. The soft darkness expands and usually takes the form of a sphere, enveloping objects completely. Within the darkness is a complete and total lack of light. Anything within this area is completely blind, with the exception of Annah, who can sense everything within the dark area with perfect clarity. This is done through a telepathic sense, rather than sight.
From inside this soft darkness, Annah can form her “hard” shadows. Her “hard” shadows have the appearance of pitch-black tentacles of pure shadow with a physical form. While these shadows can be moved freely inside of Annah’s darkness, they can be extended a limited range outside of the darkness. These tentacles of shadow are extremely strong, and Annah uses them for malicious purposes.
Weaknesses and limits:
Hanna and Annah switch control several times a day, and a great number of things contribute to a switch and how long one of them stays in control. When one is in control, the other is conscious, aware, and can feel and see everything that the other is experiencing, and can think to the other, and also fall asleep while the one in control is awake.
Hanna loves sunlight and any other kind of light, but has trouble seeing in the dark. Her eyes adjust very slowly in the dark, but Hanna can see perfectly fine in even very bright light. Sudden exposure to darkness is disorienting for Hanna, and can lead to a switch to Annah. Dim light also makes it likely for Hanna to switch.
Hanna’s Gift only works where there is light, the brighter the light, the stronger her Gift. Her soft light only works with strong illumination.
Annah only feels comfortable in near to total darkness and hates bright lights. It hurts her eyes to be exposed to sudden brightness, and she will often switch to escape the light. Annah’s eyes work very well in the dark, but adjust slowly to light. Bright lighting makes Annah more likely to switch.
Annah’s Gift only works where there is darkness and shadow. She cannot create her absolute darkness without a shadow, so her hard shadows cannot be formed either.
The more Hanna or Annah uses their Gift, the longer their switch will last when it happens. Sort of a like a cooldown or resting period.
Appearance: Wears cat ears in memory of Fluffy.
Annah
Hanna
Personality: Hannah is Hanna and Annah at the same time: that is, they are split personalities of each other.
Hanna is constantly cheerful, upbeat and optimistic. She is selfless, kind, and generous, always willing to lend a hand or cheer someone up. Hanna loves to help people and will go out of her way to do good deeds. She is extremely energetic and active, especially in bright light. A neat freak and perfectionist.
Annah is the complete opposite. She is pessimistic and cynical, apathetic at her best and downright sadistic at her worst. Annah is selfish, hurtful, malicious, and only does things for her own gain. She is extremely sadistic, and takes great pleasure in other people’s pain. Annah is quite lazy and sloppy.
History:
Hannah was born an only child to a normal middle class family in North Carolina, USA. She lived in a large, quiet, peaceful suburban neighborhood. Hannah was devoutly religious and went to church every Sunday with her family. She would pray every day and night, and say grace before meals. She had a loving mother and father, and many friends growing up. Hannah was fairly popular in middle school and hung out with friends often.
When Hannah turned 12 during the summer after 6th grade, she started to change. Normally happy and sociable, she would sometimes shut out her friends for no reason and stay inside, alone. Feeling increasingly charitable or nasty at times, Hannah’s behavior would deviate wildly between donating to charity and helping the homeless to stealing things from goodwill and abusing animals.
Hannah would undergo drastic mood swings, going from buoyant and chipper even at inappropriate situations to hateful and grim for no reason. Her moods would get worse and worse as she got older. Hannah would go from depressive to hyperactive, and spend weeks at a time shut in and sleeping or go several days without sleeping at all. Her depression got to the point where she would self-harm to feel calmer. It didn't help that her parents were going through a divorce.
A few months before her 14th birthday, Hannah decided she hated her kitten, hated its messes, hated its smell, hated the attention and care it demanded. Hannah hated her kitty and wanted to be rid of it. Flufffy was taken out back, dismembered, and fed to the neighbor’s Siberian Mastiff. Piece by piece of fur covered kitten was thrown over the fence to the jaws of Killer. A few minutes later, Hannah came to her senses and was horrified by what she had done to Fluffy. Staring at the kitten blood running down her hands, Hannah decided she needed therapy. She told her therapists about her problems and was diagnosed with bipolar, antisocial, and borderline personality disorders. Her parent’s divorce dragged on.
On the morning of her 14th birthday, Hannah’s parents told her to go for a walk outside. They were setting up a surprise party to make up for what they had put her through during the last two years. As Hannah was walking past her neighbor’s house, Killer broke free from his chains and smashed through the chain link fence. He had rabies, and was ready to kill anything that moved. Hannah screamed and made a protective motion with her arms, covering her face. Her Gift manifested that day, creating a barrier around her that held off the rabid beast long enough for the owner to grab his dog’s chain and drag the beast back. The owner was too busy with his bear-sized monster of a pet to notice Hannah’s Gift.
Amazed at her newfound abilities, Hannah spent the rest of the morning playing with her powers before she was called back inside by her parents. SURPRISE! All of her friends had showed up for her birthday. Delighted, Hannah sat down at the end of the long table, where her candle-adorned birthday cake was waiting. This was amazing! She was a Gifted and all of her friends and her parents had made a surprise birthday party for her. Hannah’s friends all sat down at the table expectantly, the blinds were closed, and the lights shut. The only light in the room came from the candles on her cake. Feeling happier than Hannah had ever felt in her life, she blew out all the candles at once.
As all light was extinguished, Hannah enveloped the room in true darkness and inadvertently read the minds of everyone in the room.
Her dad was thinking about celebrating his anniversary with his girlfriend, who he had been seeing for the last 4 years. He was relieved that the messy divorce was finally over and he could get rid of his weird daughter with all her personality problems.
Her mom was thinking about all the money she would get out of this divorce and how bad taking care of her daughter would be versus the money she would get for taking custody. Ehh, the mom figured that she could always throw her over emotional, needy daughter at one of her distant relatives and disappear with the money.
Her friends were thinking about how bored they were with this whole farce of a party. They really didn’t want to hang out with Hannah anymore, after all the rumors and things going around school. Her “friends” only came because Hannah’s parents were paying them to come.
“The whole party was just to make me happy so that the divorce would go smoothly.” Hannah realized. “No one here wants me, loves me, or even likes me.”
Even her cake was the cheapest thing available from the bakery, which explained the shoddy icing. Her name wasn’t even spelled right, it said Annah.
Annah snapped and killed everyone in the room with tentacles of shadow, impaling them to the walls and ripping out their cold-hearted entrails, spraying internal organs across the walls. Annah saved her parents for last, tearing off each of their limbs one by one before separating their heads from their torsos. That done, Annah sat back down and enjoyed her birthday cake. She sliced and served with knives of shadow and neatly consumed her blood-spattered cake. Blood dripped from the ceiling and ran across the icing, adding spots of color to the otherwise blank white icing. This is where the party’s at.
All the while, Hanna could only watch as Annah slaughtered everyone she loved and cared about. When Annah stood up, her chair hit the blinds and let in blinding rays of sunshine, allowing Hanna to regain control. Crying now, unable to believe what she had just done, Hanna ran from her house and into the city, where she lived on the run as a homeless person for several months until the police tracked her down. She was captured, but Annah broke free in the police station and killed most of the officers as she escaped.
ETG was interested in this and approached Hannah. Cleverly, they presented themselves as a simple research organization and offered to restrain Annah. Hanna jumped at this and willingly let herself into custody to protect the world from Annah.
Annah breached containment several times, but was recaptured successfully each time. Containment procedures were updated.
Hannah is around 16 now. Currently, she is contained in a 20 x 20 x 15 foot glass room. Powerful paneled lights are installed in the floor, walls and ceiling to ensure next to no shadow exists within the room. The room is furnished with very basic furniture made of clear plastic. Hannah is permitted to wear a tight-fitting white jump suit under the promise of good behavior from Hanna and Annah. Loose clothing has led to breaches in the past, and anyone entering the chamber is strongly advised to wear tightfitting clothing. Due to the extremely bright lights, Hanna is much more prevalent then Annah, and often cooperates with scientists to study her Gift. As a result, Hanna has grown very skilled with her Gift and can form constructs with excellent accuracy.
Whenever Annah is active, (as shown by Hannah’s extreme unwillingness to cooperate) researchers are advised to leave the room, and under no circumstances bring in anything that might cast a shadow.
[Rhett]
It is pain. My body is burning in pain. I start to winch; but it hurts too much. She's smiling; like it's funny.
'All you can do is toy with my mind,' I point at her. 'You can't read it...'
I hope I'm right.
((Hey guys . Went to a block party so I couldn't post but I'm here now . IC posts on the way!))
((I couldn't find Elliot on the wiki, in fact there are a few people seeming to be missing from the wiki. Could someone help me out?))
((What time of day is it IC?))
{William}
"In a world, where crime goes unpunished. Where villainy runs through the streets like venom, there is but only one hope," a voice spoke, though was interrupted by a fit of laughter.
William, wearing his blanket like a cape turned around from his spot atop the skyscraper to face Douglas who was laughing like a maniac. "What?" the young boy demanded, unsure what he had done. Though it took a few attempts, the foot tall ragdoll finally caught it's breath for long enough to wheeze, "You said butt!" Before long both began to laugh uncontrollably at the incredibly stupid joke. Flopping down on the ground, William rolled over and grabbed Douglas, hugging the doll tightly as their laughter began to cease.
For a while, they just stared up at the clouds, stifling any remaining laughter before William spoke up. "Wana go find something to eat?" he asked, to which Douglas replied with a simple, "why not?"
Rolling up to his feet, William ran over to the fire escape and began making his way down, Douglas clinging to his shoulder with his non existent fingers.
[Issac]
"Damn," I muttered, tossing the small wooden box onto the floor of my home. I was out again, and honestly in the mood for a little rapture right now which made me a little moody. I didn't feel like going to work, I simply wanted to get higher than the clouds for a little while before taking a nap.
"Why do they do this to me?" I moaned, rubbing my temples in frustration. Next time they better give me more than six packs. What I do is worth more than that, I told myself, pulling on my jacket and scarf before walking out the door and falling the few hundred feet to the earth. I landed with a soft thud, storing the energy I'd built up while falling and blasting myself forward.
There was a village not too far from here I knew of, and I'd been stealing my fix from the bandits who hung out there whenever I ran out. No, stealing isn't the right word, that would imply I'm clever and silent about it. It goes more like; I show up, break a few faces, then find a bandit with a pack or two on him. It's a bit more tedious than just working for the mob and the rewards are smaller but it's quick and so long as I don't do it too often I can be sure to find at least one dose of rapture before I leave.
We continued forward, still increasing in speed. Good thing this is a desert, because if there were anything in the way of us... well, we'd be pretty dead. I'm already being quite reckless, and I should really slow down. But I don't want to. I just hope that nobody walks in front of us.
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[Kayne]
I slowly enter the creaky old mansion, and immediately hear a very, very creepy voice accompanied by some disturbing organ ambiance. "Who are you so uncouth to just walk into somebody's house without an invitation? That's not very polite, you know," it said hauntingly. Immediately, a boulder dropped through the floor not two feet away from me. "Simply a warning shot. Next time, I won't miss. now leave," the voice boomed. Needless to say, I ignored it. "All right, then... don't say I didn't warn you," it sighed. Immediately, from behind me, a rocket fired from behind me, which I ducked under. It destroyed the wall in front of me, allowing me to proceed. "All right... so where are the ghosts, huh?" I asked the voice.
"Believe me, I didn't forget the ghosts, Kayne." How he knew my name was beyond me. I knew that it was pretty freaky, but I didn't mind a little creepy for a lot of awesome.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Hey Matt, I think we need a map. If you're good at drawing that kinda stuff then it might be helpful for a lot of people though if your not up to the task I could make a decent map trusting I'm provided with a basic outline of what you want it to look like. I'm not too good at it though, so if any of you are please speak up :P))
((Am I being too pushy? I'm sorry, I'm just looking at things and thinking of ways to help but I don't want to come off as 'do this, do that' guy. Just tell me if I should shut up and I'll do it :)))((Visited the OOC thread, found a map. I might be able to draw a better one when I have the time :)))((This should be in the OOC thread... Screw it, sorry :P))
her smile is evilly satisfied, with not a trace of humor. "Oh, Rhett. maybe I can't read your mind. but he can." she raised her arm to point, and Malack came into view at that moment, scowling and brought by her manipulation. she didn't loosen her hold on Rhett to bring Malack however. slowly, she tightened her grip on Rhett, [making him feel like he was on fire, falling into an abyss.]
~Malack~
of course... that's all i am. a pawn. to her, anyway... already know everything about this kid. she still wanted to try to break him...
she gutted and cleaned the fish with speed and accuracy, thinking back on all the times she and Stephen had done just what she was doing. it didn't take long to clean both fish, and once clean, she stood up and walked into the woods to look for something to season and cook the fish with.
((I bet you can see where this is going it shouldn't addict Silvira, Anna, and Daniel though. Matt said that it had to be refined to actually do much. it might make the trio a little bit high, but probably not much))
((if you even know what I'm talking about))
wandering through teh forest, she found herself walking by the brook again, upstream this time. there, growing practically in the brook, was a large purple-leaved plant. she plucked a leaf and rubbed it between her fingers, lifting it up to her nose to smell. it smelled good, and she doubted it was poisonous. a small lick of it proved her right. it wasn't poisonous. she plucked a few more leaves, then turned to go back. she wandered around more, unable to find any seasonings such as thyme or basil, although she wasn't sure where those grew in the wild. she started back along the brook, walking a bit slowly.
((and Hexite! stop metagaming with Xai! Meta really grates on my nerves. and, in case you're wondering what i mean:
"So... What's your name?" She asked Winter, looking down at him.((remember, Sam dumped him on the ground. Sam has a bad back)) "I don't think I've seen you before, not that I see anyone really other than Sam and Matilda. They're my foster dad and mom, they're great! You already met Sam, I can't wait for you to meet Matilda! Come on!"She grabs Winters hand and pulls on him, completely unable to move him in any way due to her seven-year-old frame and being anemic.
"I'm Winter and you are?" I ask the little girl. She tugs on my sleeve and giggles
see the difference?
she did not giggle, and she did not tug on WInter's sleeve. she chattered at him(which typically induces a confused response when a little kid is firing words at you like a little machine gun(it really does get confusing, especially when they're younger), so it's usually best to act that way unless your character has a super fast brain or something, which, WInter does not) and tried(failing miserably) to pull winter to his feet.
[Jake]
"I can see Devil's Den coming up in the distance. How are we going to get an SUV up a sheer rock face?"
(It's not like any of us can fly or anything, heh)
[Jason]
"mmmmmmmm"
*Slowly slides forward into the car and decompresses his slime*
~Bandit-infested village~
~Early Morning~
[Jasher]
We land at the highest point in the village, behind a guard tower on a hill looking down at the villagers.
A map pops up with a rough schematic of the village. The villagers lived clustered in a wooden palisade, which prevented them from leaving. During the day, the villagers would be permitted to leave and enter the fields, where they would tend to the Rapture farm all day before returning to their housing area at sunset. All of this was supervised by Bandits wielding machine guns. The Bandits lived in another enclosure close by the villager enclosure. Manned guard towers surrounded the perimeter of the farm and the palisades, facing both in and out.
(Guard towers are wooden and crappy, stairs or a ladder leading up to a wooden platform. 15 towers total, 2 by the Bandit camp, 4 around the villager enclosure, 8 around the Rapture farm. Another dozen or so Bandits slept inside the Bandit camp.)
[Liam] I clear my throat for what must be the hundredth time in the last few hours. All that water and my constant coughing really scratched up my throat. It felt like I'd swallowed screws and thrown it back up. I tilt my head curiously as Krodin enters the room. "Whatcha got for me today? More water? More acid? I'm getting kinda hungry here." My sore throat makes my voice sound raspy and alien. In truth, I was horribly hungry. Lets see, that last thing I ate was a chcolate scone back at Bobert's. Man that was so long ago... With Vance and Jake and Silvira and everyone... What the heck are they doing, I can't keep waiting for them. Maybe they think I'm dead, and there's no hope after all. No! I can't give up yet...
A loud SNAP brings me back to reality. My little finger. Bent 90 degrees backward. Ow.
"That wake you up?" Krodin growls. "I don't like being ignored." He starts on the rest of the joints on that finger while I drift off into happier fantasies. I distract myself with thoughts of rescue to take away from the agony of my fingers getting destroyed. Penelope would come save me. She'd stab ETG soldiers and force them to tell her where they are. Cantaloupe would bust through the wall with a tree and cover Krodin with vines, then we'd both escape togeth---SNAP
Silvira then. She'd stab Krodin in the neck from behind with that poison spike tail and slice my restraints off. Her powerful wings would fly us---SNAP
Zoey, Zoey would turn invisible and sneak in here, then make me invisible too. Krodin would think I teleported out and run around the base looking for us heh. And the whole time I'd be on the table and get free once he lea---SNAP
I wince at that one. The knuckles hurt worse than the fingers. The ladies in my life exhausted, I turn my mind toward my bros.
Jake. Jake then. Jake could just teleport in here and teleport is both out. Krodin would turn around and have no idea what ha---SNAP
Vance could heal me, make me whole again, restore my eye, even heal this sca--- SNAP
Maximilian might even find me an---SNAP
Winter could freeze Krodin solid and we'd fight our way ou---SNAP
Deemas, heh. He would bring the whole place crashing down, that strong-a** motherlucker. He stands the best chan---SNAP
David would probably come help me, we're tight. I have no idea if he can fight, but he'd pull it off... Yeah has he ever actually foug---SNAP
Sky wih her cools swords, or Sandra with her speed, or even Neal with his epic finger pisto---SNAP
Where are those Faction leaders??? The factions should come and save me, they wouldn't just leave me to die. Unless they think I'm dead. Everyone probably thinks I'm dead... --------- SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP SNAP "Snap." "Snap." "Snap."
I'm talking to myself again, repeating the sound aloud over and over. ----------- Krodin returns and starts on my wrists. To my dismay, my wrists make a sort of CRICK-CRACK sound instead of a SNAP.
My hands resemble disfigured claws now, fingers bent back so far they touch my forearm. It goes without saying that the pain is excruciating agony. Hot red waves of pain pulse down from my crushed nerves and shiver up my arm and up to my brain, an alarm ringing over and over, telling my brain that something was seriously wrong.
Krodin snapped all of my toes and then my ankles before he left, muttering something about processors and missions.
My ankles made such interesting sounds...
Did I really just say that? I’m going crazy, I know it... I can’t even move my hands now, even my wrists are broken. I’ll never be able to live alone, I’ll be confined to a wheelchair if I even do escape. Life. Just isn't. worth. living. *CHOMP*
everything seemed to be a little better, somehow. the sunlight was brighter. the sound of the brook was more merry. she could easily smell the sweet fragrance of the leaves in her hands. she came to the spot where Anna and Daniel waited, and sat down to wrap the fish in the leaves. she didn't say a word. just smiled a little. she stood up, leaving the leaf-wrapped fish laying on her flat stone. she snapped off a branch from a nearby maple tree, stripping the bark off and skewering the fish. she grabbed some more branches, and put them in the ground at a tilt, making an X on both sides of the fire. they would suspend the stick with the fish over the fire so she could cook them. she set the branch with the fish on the X's, and she sat back to watch them cook. the flames were so beautiful. the fish smelled so good.
(("exhausted all the women in his life"? wow lol. XD. that's... horrible. poor Liam.))
((of course, I'm going to end up tormenting my characters as well, so... :P))
((anyway, another amazingly-crafted torture scene. *gives standing ovation*))
((bored and roleplay is moving so slowly, so Stephen))
~Stephen~
he wakes up, yawning and rubbing his eyes. for a second, he didn't know where he was, then he remembered. he relaxed against the bed, smiling at the ceiling. I have an amazing daughter... she's grown up so much... he rolled out of bed, wincing at the soreness in his back and wrists. he walks out into the main room, to be struck by a chilly breeze- the window was hanging open. smiling, he closed it, and peeked into Silvira's room. she wasn't there, but he'd suspected that from the open window. he walked back to his room, sat down and began to plan.
"That was fun!"
"But warn me next time, I lost alotta slime."
My luffy head had almost completely smeared off of the roof of the SUV, and my slime had been squeezing through the door of the trunk for a while. A trail of slime stretched back far in the distance.
"I'm all goo though, I'll just eat something later."
[Jake]
"Yeah, the poster said this Rathalos lived somewhere on this plateau, Devil's Den in the desert. Did anyone bring water?"
(There's only one desert on Derika.)
(It's about an two hours to get to the edge, and another half an hour to two hours to get to the plateau. This could take much less time if Deemas drives like a Deemas.)
[Jasher]
Blackburn stands and clears his throat.
"Looks like you like your new toys. Now that all the testing is out of the way, your mission is to attack a Bandit-occupied village. The Bandits are forcing this village to farm Rapture for them."
Elliot pipes up "So we are setting the villagers free?"
"No. We are taking over the farm, by eliminating all Bandit presence and cowing any villagers trying to be a hero. Additional units will be arriving to secure the farm once the Bandits are dead. Minimize damage to the Rapture farms."
"Are there any questions?"
"Gotcha. Who wants me to drive regularly, and who wants me to drive like a Deemas?" I asked, expecting a vote. Surprisingly enough, Achilles was the first to answer. "Drive like a Deemas! I wanna get there quickly!" he demanded. I simply blinked a couple times in astonishment. "Um... that's one vote for Deemas... make that two votes, considering me. Anyone else?" I asked. Sky wanted me to drive like a Deemas. "Make that... three," I said, counting the votes on my fingers.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
After hearing the destination, she knew that she would probably regret it, but she spoke up and agreed that Deemas should drive like a Deemas.
"Drive like a Deemas!"
[Jason]
"Drive like a Deemas!"
[Jasher]
"Good."
"Go, you leave in 10 minutes. Don't disappoint me. I'll be watching."
A map pops up showing us where to go, and we load up in the Hangar. We board a Shroud, a small Harrier-like dropship. With vertical take-off, cloaking, and nearly silent flight, its only downside was its lack of armor plating.
The Shroud takes off and get us to where we are going in only 20 minutes. (they are fast)(even though my sense of scale is terrible)
Hovering silently over the village, the Shroud comes to a stop.
"Equip yourselves, and prepare to drop.
"Drop? Sir?" Heather's voices rises in pitch as she asks, sounding nervous.
"Sir, our suits can take that fall?" I ask Blackburn.
"Yes, of course, now get going already." He answers impatiently.
We gear up and look down at the ground. It's a long way away.
Apparently Blackburn got tired of waiting; our suits step off the edge and plummet to the ground, going rigid before we hit the ground. We land relatively quietly, and above us, the hangar closes up and the Shroud pulls away.
"That's 6 vote's then! Everybody brace yourselves!!!" I shouted, starting the engine. After the engine turned violently, the car raced off into the distance at a grand total of who-knows-how-many miles an hour. Probably around 750-something. Good thing this car was made here, or else this car would be... well... sludge. "LET'S SEE IF I CAN BREAK THE SOUND BARRIER!" I shouted, speeding it up further, using gravity to propel the tires faster. I'm surprised the car wasn't flying.
[Achilles]
I could not move. My hood flew off my head, revealing that my face was pretty much flapping almost like a pug's does in the wind. The sheer speed prevented me from so much as moving my fingers. "IS THIS HOW FAST A DEEMAS IS SUPPOSED TO GO?!" I screamed.
[Sky]
My face was being plastered against the upholstery. I could not move, and it felt like the skin on my face was going to fly off my face.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
"Ok now we're talking!"
[Jason]
"esrgviuselrubgvslerubgslkerubg"
*Is compressed against the back trunk of the SUV*
Time has passed since Neil has interacted with anything. He hasn't reported to Bobert's Bread because he has forgotten about the job and he has been moping around the backstreets of Brinkhaven. Ever since the ETG base attack failure and the realization that his ability isn't the most useful, he's been walking around like a zombie, angry and defeated. He had been in a few bar fights like the good ol' days, but they didn't satisfy him like they used to.
Neil walks passed the One Eyed Rooster at what would seem like the best moment. A man is thrown out, drunk off his face and acting violently. He was presumably kicked out by one of the workers of the shady tavern. They were all extremely strong and no-one, not even the rowdiest or short tempered people like Neil would challenge. By far, the strongest is the owner of the One Eyed Rooster. No-one has ever seen him fight or use his ability, but he just gives off that sort of feeling.
Back to the man that was kicked out. The thin, short, but fit looking man, with long black hair sees Neil and decides he'll be his next target. Neil bares his teeth. He couldn't be bothered fighting this guy, but, of course, he will. The short man smiles an insane smile. Way out of fist fighting range, the man throws a punch. When Neil sees this, he starts to walk off, but he's in a city full of Gifted, so he shouldn't underestimated the person.
Neil's thrown into a wall across the street from the impact, cracking the concrete and probably some of his ribs. "What the f-?" He starts. Looking across the street, he sees the man about to throw another punch. With his remaining strength, he rolls away, just in time to see the man's ability. He could stretch his arms out at huge lengths, but not just that, the size increased as it stretched creating hulking super strength punches.
"You *******!" Neil yells, getting really angry. It was the first time he's felt so angry in a while. Usually this anger was a daily thing, but the last few days it had dimmed down. Now that it was back, Neil felt strangely refreshed. He starts shooting at the man with his bullet fingers. A lot of his shots missed. The ones that hit, didn't seem to do much, like they were absorbed by the rubber like body. The man gets even more violent and starts throwing heaps of punches at Neil. His agility allows him to dodge, but due to his bad stamina, Neil starts to slow down and BANG! He gets thrown back into a corner. The man moves in, trapping Neil there. He goes to throw another punch and Neil goes into desperation mode. Without consciously thinking he raises his right arm, channeling his power into it with his left hand. A ball of light starts to form, getting larger and larger in the palm of his hand. As the man's punch is closing in, Neil releases all of the energy, and the ball of energy explodes forward hitting the man's giant outstretched hand, sending him flying back and presumably knocking him out.
Neil grabs a hold of his ribs, cusses, then walks away towards the busiest part of Brinkhaven a.k.a the street Bobert's Bread is in. He never thought he could do some sort of crazy bazooka technique before, but then again, he never really experimented with his ability.
New Technique Get! Light Hand Cannon!
I continued accelerating the SUV across the desert, leaving a black trail of dust and fire as it raced through the desert sands. "I HOPE EVERYBODY HAS THEIR WINDOWS CLOSED! NOBODY WANTS SAND IN THEIR EYES AT THIS VELOCITY! AND, YOU KNOW, YOUR FACE WOULD START TO PEEL!" I screamed over the speed and the reality-warping. 760... 765... BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM... a sonic boom rung throughout the air, and it was very satisfying to listen to. "YEAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" I screamed as the car began to take on a blueish hue.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
Name: Hannah
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Gift: Light-based psychometry
Hanna-Creation and manipulation of “hard” light and “soft” light.
Hanna creates “hard” light in the form of hollow, translucent rectangles. Her constructs are about as strong as glass, although the strength of the construct varies depending on concentration involved. The sides of the rectangle can be extended or shrank at will, and at great speed. Constructs will float in the air or obey physics depending on the intent when created, and are selectively permeable upon creation. A construct will only keep its shape and strength when focused on; otherwise it will fade away.
Hanna creates “soft” light in the form of a liquid, semi-gaseous light that flows like water through the air. This is used to repair objects and heal people. The light uses telepathy to tell what should be fixed, so if none knows how to repair the object, or the target of the healing feels the wound belongs or doesn’t want it gone, it is ineffective. For example, Hanna wouldn’t know how to fix a broken car, so she can’t repair it with her Gift. A scar someone has had for a long time or a wound that holds personal significance cannot be healed because the target may feel it belongs there, so the healing is resisted.
Annah – Creation and manipulation of “soft darkness and “hard” shadows
Annah brings forth “soft” darkness from any available shadows. The soft darkness expands and usually takes the form of a sphere, enveloping objects completely. Within the darkness is a complete and total lack of light. Anything within this area is completely blind, with the exception of Annah, who can sense everything within the dark area with perfect clarity. This is done through a telepathic sense, rather than sight.
From inside this soft darkness, Annah can form her “hard” shadows. Her “hard” shadows have the appearance of pitch-black tentacles of pure shadow with a physical form. While these shadows can be moved freely inside of Annah’s darkness, they can be extended a limited range outside of the darkness. These tentacles of shadow are extremely strong, and Annah uses them for malicious purposes.
Weaknesses and limits:
Hanna and Annah switch control several times a day, and a great number of things contribute to a switch and how long one of them stays in control. When one is in control, the other is conscious, aware, and can feel and see everything that the other is experiencing, and can think to the other, and also fall asleep while the one in control is awake.
Hanna loves sunlight and any other kind of light, but has trouble seeing in the dark. Her eyes adjust very slowly in the dark, but Hanna can see perfectly fine in even very bright light. Sudden exposure to darkness is disorienting for Hanna, and can lead to a switch to Annah. Dim light also makes it likely for Hanna to switch.
Hanna’s Gift only works where there is light, the brighter the light, the stronger her Gift. Her soft light only works with strong illumination.
Annah only feels comfortable in near to total darkness and hates bright lights. It hurts her eyes to be exposed to sudden brightness, and she will often switch to escape the light. Annah’s eyes work very well in the dark, but adjust slowly to light. Bright lighting makes Annah more likely to switch.
Annah’s Gift only works where there is darkness and shadow. She cannot create her absolute darkness without a shadow, so her hard shadows cannot be formed either.
The more Hanna or Annah uses their Gift, the longer their switch will last when it happens. Sort of a like a cooldown or resting period.
Appearance: Wears cat ears in memory of Fluffy.
Annah
Hanna
Personality: Hannah is Hanna and Annah at the same time: that is, they are split personalities of each other.
Hanna is constantly cheerful, upbeat and optimistic. She is selfless, kind, and generous, always willing to lend a hand or cheer someone up. Hanna loves to help people and will go out of her way to do good deeds. She is extremely energetic and active, especially in bright light. A neat freak and perfectionist.
Annah is the complete opposite. She is pessimistic and cynical, apathetic at her best and downright sadistic at her worst. Annah is selfish, hurtful, malicious, and only does things for her own gain. She is extremely sadistic, and takes great pleasure in other people’s pain. Annah is quite lazy and sloppy.
History:
Hannah was born an only child to a normal middle class family in North Carolina, USA. She lived in a large, quiet, peaceful suburban neighborhood. Hannah was devoutly religious and went to church every Sunday with her family. She would pray every day and night, and say grace before meals. She had a loving mother and father, and many friends growing up. Hannah was fairly popular in middle school and hung out with friends often.
When Hannah turned 12 during the summer after 6th grade, she started to change. Normally happy and sociable, she would sometimes shut out her friends for no reason and stay inside, alone. Feeling increasingly charitable or nasty at times, Hannah’s behavior would deviate wildly between donating to charity and helping the homeless to stealing things from goodwill and abusing animals.
Hannah would undergo drastic mood swings, going from buoyant and chipper even at inappropriate situations to hateful and grim for no reason. Her moods would get worse and worse as she got older. Hannah would go from depressive to hyperactive, and spend weeks at a time shut in and sleeping or go several days without sleeping at all. Her depression got to the point where she would self-harm to feel calmer. It didn't help that her parents were going through a divorce.
A few months before her 14th birthday, Hannah decided she hated her kitten, hated its messes, hated its smell, hated the attention and care it demanded. Hannah hated her kitty and wanted to be rid of it. Flufffy was taken out back, dismembered, and fed to the neighbor’s Siberian Mastiff. Piece by piece of fur covered kitten was thrown over the fence to the jaws of Killer. A few minutes later, Hannah came to her senses and was horrified by what she had done to Fluffy. Staring at the kitten blood running down her hands, Hannah decided she needed therapy. She told her therapists about her problems and was diagnosed with bipolar, antisocial, and borderline personality disorders. Her parent’s divorce dragged on.
On the morning of her 14th birthday, Hannah’s parents told her to go for a walk outside. They were setting up a surprise party to make up for what they had put her through during the last two years. As Hannah was walking past her neighbor’s house, Killer broke free from his chains and smashed through the chain link fence. He had rabies, and was ready to kill anything that moved. Hannah screamed and made a protective motion with her arms, covering her face. Her Gift manifested that day, creating a barrier around her that held off the rabid beast long enough for the owner to grab his dog’s chain and drag the beast back. The owner was too busy with his bear-sized monster of a pet to notice Hannah’s Gift.
Amazed at her newfound abilities, Hannah spent the rest of the morning playing with her powers before she was called back inside by her parents. SURPRISE! All of her friends had showed up for her birthday. Delighted, Hannah sat down at the end of the long table, where her candle-adorned birthday cake was waiting. This was amazing! She was a Gifted and all of her friends and her parents had made a surprise birthday party for her. Hannah’s friends all sat down at the table expectantly, the blinds were closed, and the lights shut. The only light in the room came from the candles on her cake. Feeling happier than Hannah had ever felt in her life, she blew out all the candles at once.
As all light was extinguished, Hannah enveloped the room in true darkness and inadvertently read the minds of everyone in the room.
Her dad was thinking about celebrating his anniversary with his girlfriend, who he had been seeing for the last 4 years. He was relieved that the messy divorce was finally over and he could get rid of his weird daughter with all her personality problems.
Her mom was thinking about all the money she would get out of this divorce and how bad taking care of her daughter would be versus the money she would get for taking custody. Ehh, the mom figured that she could always throw her over emotional, needy daughter at one of her distant relatives and disappear with the money.
Her friends were thinking about how bored they were with this whole farce of a party. They really didn’t want to hang out with Hannah anymore, after all the rumors and things going around school. Her “friends” only came because Hannah’s parents were paying them to come.
“The whole party was just to make me happy so that the divorce would go smoothly.” Hannah realized. “No one here wants me, loves me, or even likes me.”
Even her cake was the cheapest thing available from the bakery, which explained the shoddy icing. Her name wasn’t even spelled right, it said Annah.
Annah snapped and killed everyone in the room with tentacles of shadow, impaling them to the walls and ripping out their cold-hearted entrails, spraying internal organs across the walls. Annah saved her parents for last, tearing off each of their limbs one by one before separating their heads from their torsos. That done, Annah sat back down and enjoyed her birthday cake. She sliced and served with knives of shadow and neatly consumed her blood-spattered cake. Blood dripped from the ceiling and ran across the icing, adding spots of color to the otherwise blank white icing. This is where the party’s at.
All the while, Hanna could only watch as Annah slaughtered everyone she loved and cared about. When Annah stood up, her chair hit the blinds and let in blinding rays of sunshine, allowing Hanna to regain control. Crying now, unable to believe what she had just done, Hanna ran from her house and into the city, where she lived on the run as a homeless person for several months until the police tracked her down. She was captured, but Annah broke free in the police station and killed most of the officers as she escaped.
ETG was interested in this and approached Hannah. Cleverly, they presented themselves as a simple research organization and offered to restrain Annah. Hanna jumped at this and willingly let herself into custody to protect the world from Annah.
Annah breached containment several times, but was recaptured successfully each time. Containment procedures were updated.
Hannah is around 16 now. Currently, she is contained in a 20 x 20 x 15 foot glass room. Powerful paneled lights are installed in the floor, walls and ceiling to ensure next to no shadow exists within the room. The room is furnished with very basic furniture made of clear plastic. Hannah is permitted to wear a tight-fitting white jump suit under the promise of good behavior from Hanna and Annah. Loose clothing has led to breaches in the past, and anyone entering the chamber is strongly advised to wear tightfitting clothing. Due to the extremely bright lights, Hanna is much more prevalent then Annah, and often cooperates with scientists to study her Gift. As a result, Hanna has grown very skilled with her Gift and can form constructs with excellent accuracy.
Whenever Annah is active, (as shown by Hannah’s extreme unwillingness to cooperate) researchers are advised to leave the room, and under no circumstances bring in anything that might cast a shadow.
Equipment: White jumpsuit, cat ears
[Rhett]
It is pain. My body is burning in pain. I start to winch; but it hurts too much. She's smiling; like it's funny.
'All you can do is toy with my mind,' I point at her. 'You can't read it...'
I hope I'm right.
((I couldn't find Elliot on the wiki, in fact there are a few people seeming to be missing from the wiki. Could someone help me out?))
((What time of day is it IC?))
{William}
"In a world, where crime goes unpunished. Where villainy runs through the streets like venom, there is but only one hope," a voice spoke, though was interrupted by a fit of laughter.
William, wearing his blanket like a cape turned around from his spot atop the skyscraper to face Douglas who was laughing like a maniac. "What?" the young boy demanded, unsure what he had done. Though it took a few attempts, the foot tall ragdoll finally caught it's breath for long enough to wheeze, "You said butt!" Before long both began to laugh uncontrollably at the incredibly stupid joke. Flopping down on the ground, William rolled over and grabbed Douglas, hugging the doll tightly as their laughter began to cease.
For a while, they just stared up at the clouds, stifling any remaining laughter before William spoke up. "Wana go find something to eat?" he asked, to which Douglas replied with a simple, "why not?"
Rolling up to his feet, William ran over to the fire escape and began making his way down, Douglas clinging to his shoulder with his non existent fingers.
[Issac]
"Damn," I muttered, tossing the small wooden box onto the floor of my home. I was out again, and honestly in the mood for a little rapture right now which made me a little moody. I didn't feel like going to work, I simply wanted to get higher than the clouds for a little while before taking a nap.
"Why do they do this to me?" I moaned, rubbing my temples in frustration. Next time they better give me more than six packs. What I do is worth more than that, I told myself, pulling on my jacket and scarf before walking out the door and falling the few hundred feet to the earth. I landed with a soft thud, storing the energy I'd built up while falling and blasting myself forward.
There was a village not too far from here I knew of, and I'd been stealing my fix from the bandits who hung out there whenever I ran out. No, stealing isn't the right word, that would imply I'm clever and silent about it. It goes more like; I show up, break a few faces, then find a bandit with a pack or two on him. It's a bit more tedious than just working for the mob and the rewards are smaller but it's quick and so long as I don't do it too often I can be sure to find at least one dose of rapture before I leave.
Oh no, it's a link to an awesome flash game!
We continued forward, still increasing in speed. Good thing this is a desert, because if there were anything in the way of us... well, we'd be pretty dead. I'm already being quite reckless, and I should really slow down. But I don't want to. I just hope that nobody walks in front of us.
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[Kayne]
I slowly enter the creaky old mansion, and immediately hear a very, very creepy voice accompanied by some disturbing organ ambiance. "Who are you so uncouth to just walk into somebody's house without an invitation? That's not very polite, you know," it said hauntingly. Immediately, a boulder dropped through the floor not two feet away from me. "Simply a warning shot. Next time, I won't miss. now leave," the voice boomed. Needless to say, I ignored it. "All right, then... don't say I didn't warn you," it sighed. Immediately, from behind me, a rocket fired from behind me, which I ducked under. It destroyed the wall in front of me, allowing me to proceed. "All right... so where are the ghosts, huh?" I asked the voice.
"Believe me, I didn't forget the ghosts, Kayne." How he knew my name was beyond me. I knew that it was pretty freaky, but I didn't mind a little creepy for a lot of awesome.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Am I being too pushy? I'm sorry, I'm just looking at things and thinking of ways to help but I don't want to come off as 'do this, do that' guy. Just tell me if I should shut up and I'll do it :)))((Visited the OOC thread, found a map. I might be able to draw a better one when I have the time :)))((This should be in the OOC thread... Screw it, sorry :P))
Oh no, it's a link to an awesome flash game!
~Gretchen~
her smile is evilly satisfied, with not a trace of humor. "Oh, Rhett. maybe I can't read your mind. but he can." she raised her arm to point, and Malack came into view at that moment, scowling and brought by her manipulation. she didn't loosen her hold on Rhett to bring Malack however. slowly, she tightened her grip on Rhett, [making him feel like he was on fire, falling into an abyss.]
~Malack~
of course... that's all i am. a pawn. to her, anyway... already know everything about this kid. she still wanted to try to break him...
Feed my dragons please
she gutted and cleaned the fish with speed and accuracy, thinking back on all the times she and Stephen had done just what she was doing. it didn't take long to clean both fish, and once clean, she stood up and walked into the woods to look for something to season and cook the fish with.
((I bet you can see where this is going it shouldn't addict Silvira, Anna, and Daniel though. Matt said that it had to be refined to actually do much. it might make the trio a little bit high, but probably not much))
((if you even know what I'm talking about))
Feed my dragons please
wandering through teh forest, she found herself walking by the brook again, upstream this time. there, growing practically in the brook, was a large purple-leaved plant. she plucked a leaf and rubbed it between her fingers, lifting it up to her nose to smell. it smelled good, and she doubted it was poisonous. a small lick of it proved her right. it wasn't poisonous. she plucked a few more leaves, then turned to go back. she wandered around more, unable to find any seasonings such as thyme or basil, although she wasn't sure where those grew in the wild. she started back along the brook, walking a bit slowly.
((and Hexite! stop metagaming with Xai! Meta really grates on my nerves. and, in case you're wondering what i mean:
see the difference?
she did not giggle, and she did not tug on WInter's sleeve. she chattered at him(which typically induces a confused response when a little kid is firing words at you like a little machine gun(it really does get confusing, especially when they're younger), so it's usually best to act that way unless your character has a super fast brain or something, which, WInter does not) and tried(failing miserably) to pull winter to his feet.
Feed my dragons please
"I can see Devil's Den coming up in the distance. How are we going to get an SUV up a sheer rock face?"
(It's not like any of us can fly or anything, heh)
[Jason]
"mmmmmmmm"
*Slowly slides forward into the car and decompresses his slime*
~Bandit-infested village~
~Early Morning~
[Jasher]
We land at the highest point in the village, behind a guard tower on a hill looking down at the villagers.
A map pops up with a rough schematic of the village. The villagers lived clustered in a wooden palisade, which prevented them from leaving. During the day, the villagers would be permitted to leave and enter the fields, where they would tend to the Rapture farm all day before returning to their housing area at sunset. All of this was supervised by Bandits wielding machine guns. The Bandits lived in another enclosure close by the villager enclosure. Manned guard towers surrounded the perimeter of the farm and the palisades, facing both in and out.
(Guard towers are wooden and crappy, stairs or a ladder leading up to a wooden platform. 15 towers total, 2 by the Bandit camp, 4 around the villager enclosure, 8 around the Rapture farm. Another dozen or so Bandits slept inside the Bandit camp.)
I clear my throat for what must be the hundredth time in the last few hours. All that water and my constant coughing really scratched up my throat. It felt like I'd swallowed screws and thrown it back up.
I tilt my head curiously as Krodin enters the room.
"Whatcha got for me today? More water? More acid? I'm getting kinda hungry here."
My sore throat makes my voice sound raspy and alien. In truth, I was horribly hungry.
Lets see, that last thing I ate was a chcolate scone back at Bobert's. Man that was so long ago... With Vance and Jake and Silvira and everyone... What the heck are they doing, I can't keep waiting for them. Maybe they think I'm dead, and there's no hope after all. No! I can't give up yet...
A loud SNAP brings me back to reality. My little finger. Bent 90 degrees backward. Ow.
"That wake you up?" Krodin growls. "I don't like being ignored."
He starts on the rest of the joints on that finger while I drift off into happier fantasies. I distract myself with thoughts of rescue to take away from the agony of my fingers getting destroyed.
Penelope would come save me. She'd stab ETG soldiers and force them to tell her where they are. Cantaloupe would bust through the wall with a tree and cover Krodin with vines, then we'd both escape togeth---SNAP
Silvira then. She'd stab Krodin in the neck from behind with that poison spike tail and slice my restraints off. Her powerful wings would fly us---SNAP
Zoey, Zoey would turn invisible and sneak in here, then make me invisible too. Krodin would think I teleported out and run around the base looking for us heh. And the whole time I'd be on the table and get free once he lea---SNAP
I wince at that one. The knuckles hurt worse than the fingers.
The ladies in my life exhausted, I turn my mind toward my bros.
Jake. Jake then. Jake could just teleport in here and teleport is both out. Krodin would turn around and have no idea what ha---SNAP
Vance could heal me, make me whole again, restore my eye, even heal this sca--- SNAP
Maximilian might even find me an---SNAP
Winter could freeze Krodin solid and we'd fight our way ou---SNAP
Deemas, heh. He would bring the whole place crashing down, that strong-a** motherlucker. He stands the best chan---SNAP
David would probably come help me, we're tight. I have no idea if he can fight, but he'd pull it off... Yeah has he ever actually foug---SNAP
Sky wih her cools swords, or Sandra with her speed, or even Neal with his epic finger pisto---SNAP
Where are those Faction leaders??? The factions should come and save me, they wouldn't just leave me to die. Unless they think I'm dead. Everyone probably thinks I'm dead...
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"Snap."
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I'm talking to myself again, repeating the sound aloud over and over.
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Krodin returns and starts on my wrists. To my dismay, my wrists make a sort of CRICK-CRACK sound instead of a SNAP.
My hands resemble disfigured claws now, fingers bent back so far they touch my forearm. It goes without saying that the pain is excruciating agony. Hot red waves of pain pulse down from my crushed nerves and shiver up my arm and up to my brain, an alarm ringing over and over, telling my brain that something was seriously wrong.
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Krodin snapped all of my toes and then my ankles before he left, muttering something about processors and missions.
My ankles made such interesting sounds...
Did I really just say that? I’m going crazy, I know it... I can’t even move my hands now, even my wrists are broken. I’ll never be able to live alone, I’ll be confined to a wheelchair if I even do escape. Life. Just isn't. worth. living.
*CHOMP*
~Silvira~
everything seemed to be a little better, somehow. the sunlight was brighter. the sound of the brook was more merry. she could easily smell the sweet fragrance of the leaves in her hands. she came to the spot where Anna and Daniel waited, and sat down to wrap the fish in the leaves. she didn't say a word. just smiled a little. she stood up, leaving the leaf-wrapped fish laying on her flat stone. she snapped off a branch from a nearby maple tree, stripping the bark off and skewering the fish. she grabbed some more branches, and put them in the ground at a tilt, making an X on both sides of the fire. they would suspend the stick with the fish over the fire so she could cook them. she set the branch with the fish on the X's, and she sat back to watch them cook. the flames were so beautiful. the fish smelled so good.
(("exhausted all the women in his life"? wow lol. XD. that's... horrible. poor Liam.))
((of course, I'm going to end up tormenting my characters as well, so... :P))
((anyway, another amazingly-crafted torture scene. *gives standing ovation*))
Feed my dragons please
~Stephen~
he wakes up, yawning and rubbing his eyes. for a second, he didn't know where he was, then he remembered. he relaxed against the bed, smiling at the ceiling. I have an amazing daughter... she's grown up so much... he rolled out of bed, wincing at the soreness in his back and wrists. he walks out into the main room, to be struck by a chilly breeze- the window was hanging open. smiling, he closed it, and peeked into Silvira's room. she wasn't there, but he'd suspected that from the open window. he walked back to his room, sat down and began to plan.
Feed my dragons please