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Post by SERPENTA on Jan 13, 2014 16:29:56 GMT -6
[attr="class","staffbod"]Things were going just as planned. The parade down 5th Avenue was wonderful; the people (that showed up) were happy, the floats were all on point, and things were running smoothly. No one expected anything would happen out of the ordinary, just because something out of the ordinary hadn't happened in a while. The people were getting too content. Everything turned to chaos when something punctured one of the big float balloons and it whizzed around before falling to the ground, covering (and crushing) many of the people both working the float and watching the parade. And floating above it all was a figure in a billowing skirt, a large yellow snake surrounding her neck and entire body. A dark cackle sounded from her throat and with the wave of her arm, a legion of her flying creatures — which resembled monkeys, but that was being generous — descended upon the crowd, ruining the floats and dragging people away. There are two teams in this event, offensive and defensive. Offensive team members are tasked with stopping the villain and her cronies. Defensive team members are tasked with getting civilians to safety (which may require some combat with the monkey creatures.) After each turn, each team will get a random dice roll to determine their fate. Everyone involved has 3 days to post; after that, you will be disqualified from the event. Just a reminder: your posts don't have to be extremely long, in order to keep the thread moving.
OFFENSIVE: @orrin, @rune, JULIO VEGAS, @lydiagould, @phantom, @natasha, @katherine, THEODORE 'THEO' TEMPLETON, @hugh
DEFENSIVE: @kat, @etoile2, @dee3, @ninjaofcheese, ELI MADDOX, @toccatina, @snitch, ZEPHYR FEAR, @lars
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2014 23:12:30 GMT -6
| TIME TO PARTY!!! Fifth Avenue, one of the city's most endearing streets, was without a doubt heavily populated on this day. Normally, Myles would seldom have any means of business being out in public like this. But today was a rather momentous occasion in which he was practically obligated to be a part of. Seriously, why did he have to do this? Every. Fucking. Year. Nothing spectacular (or at least things would be to him) would happen, not even a street fight. How utterly boring. Mister Crawford lived for adventure. In fact, he craved it. The redhead was nearly tempted to simply abandon his post and almost literally fly the fuck home. Patience, grasshopper. Patience is indeed a virtue. Should something go down, you can bet your ass that Myles would be one of those diving in the fray headfirst.
Fellow professors and students alike were stationed all along the avenue, but then there stood the rambunctious Mister Crawford. Standing. Atop a streetlight. At the corner of 59th Street. Crazy ass motherfucker. But the Long Island native didn't give a rat's ass as to who would see him up there or who would object to it. Sometimes he just wanted to have a little fun. And who could blame him really? I mean, sure, spectators enjoyed the passing by of the floats and seeing the over-sized balloons above them. But everything changed when the fire nation attacked. Still, his boredom grew to the point where he considered 'accidentally' falling off the streetlight just to see what sort of reaction he would get from innocent bystanders. But at the moment where he prepared to make that particular leap of faith, a balloon raced over his head.
"Whoa what the-"
Needless to say that it threw the metal-bender slightly off balance. This had to be sign of trouble brewing. A sign of...action! FINALLY! Something that might have been interesting for a change was bound to happen. Unfortunately however, his interest grew thin at the sight of a flock of...monkeys!? Something was definitely going down right now. To get himself in better position to see what in damnation was happening, and perhaps see who (or what) was responsible for it all, the man strapped on his trusted goggles and began to swim (which was basically what anyone could do at this point) through the panicking crowds. Myles lived for excitement, but this was turning out to be a bit too much, even for someone with his tastes.
Looking up from a sizable distance, there stood a female with what in the name of-is that a snake!? What was a hero to do really? The only thing that any hero could do in a scenario such as this: fight the evil! Leaping upward, atop another streetlight, the redhead waved - practically flailing even - signaling for any other super-powered people in the area to take action along with him. "Yooo! Let's do the damn thing!" he called out. "Don't let the flying primates scare you now!" he went on yelling as he proceeded to swat one of them with a bo staff forged from some steel in which he refined himself.
"Remember your training!" the man then shouted, bursting into a fit giggles afterward. "I've always wanted to say that." With that being said, Mister Crawford would press on. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 19:29:44 GMT -6
5th Ave. As if the city of New York wasn't already busy enough as it was today there was a parade. So everything was especially packed and by some strange reason Heiko found him self as one of the volunteer students to be at the parade for security. Granted the whole thing was a giant tradition for the most part. As far as Heiko understood it students lead by a few professors were to supplement the normal police force for the security of the parade. With the recent disapproval of "super heroes" it was kind of an awkward relationship. Thankfully Heiko was essentially hiding among the crowd as he did not dress any different than usual, not to mention Heiko just down right hated the idea of getting that fancy. In the young man's mind he didn't quite get it fully. Sure the act of having people that are known to the population would help them feel safe but what about the actual crime fighting. Unless it was some cliche bad guy a lot of it was just people being in the right place at the right time. So the concept of capes and costumes just fell on deaf ears.
Taking a deep breath of the crisp autumn air Heiko leaned back against the support of a near by building as the parade passed by. The cold air wasn't bothering him at all growing up in the suburbs of Portland did a number on him that was actually benefiting him now. Digging in to his pocket Heiko pulled out his cell phone. Pushing a button in on the side the display lit up. Tapping his fingers around the screen he unlocked the cellular device. Typing a message to his friend Zeph it was more than apparent that Heiko wasn't to concerned about the happenings around him as it was the man's third time. Heiko blamed it on just purely bad luck on being assigned to this detail three years running, but on the bright side it was something for him to do. A fact he had forced him self to accept. Zeph wasn't the only one involved in this year's parade guard. Tsubaki was among the crowd somewhere but the way things were set up a few of them were spread out. With each faint rumble that the phone emitted as Heiko's fingers tapped the respective letters forming his message his mind passively zoned out. Until the sound of a balloon being punctured and the ensuing panic forcefully returned Heiko back to reality. His eyes naturally shot towards the balloon that was the result of the pandemonium. The bright colored creature from a popular game series lost its shape quickly and descended on the balloon handlers and bystanders below. Above all of the balloons was the perpetrator. A woman was suspended in the air, her body covered in a absurdly large yellow snake. If the ominous appearance above the parade wasn't enough to send Heiko's danger sense screaming all over the place the foreboding woman's hand was stretched outward and at her command, which was a untranslatable crackle, a hoard of hideous creatures descended from the sky.
As the creatures swooped in much like birds of prey they began snatching up the near by civilians. From here it was clear for Heiko to get a clear glimpse of the woman's minions. Their figure was entirely to crude to accurately describe them besides from the inherent need to want to vomit at their sight and Heiko would of if the adrenalin in his body wasn't cranking a full speed.
They had been over the plan if anything went south over and over again. They already had teams in place for their purposes and Heiko was among the students in charge of clearing and rescuing civilians in the area. While he would of preferred being on the attacking team he didn't have a choice in the mater, not that went over the event of flying monkeys coming from the sky and kidnapping people either. Regardless of the circumstances at hand the most important objective right now was the civilians.
Pulling from the shadows around him Heiko focused the acquired shadows in to small six 6.8mm bolts that circled around his wrist. Looking up he caught sight of a middle aged male attempting to fight the grip of one of the grotesque monkey like abominations. "No better place to start." Heiko told him self. Throwing his left arm forward in a punch like motion the bolts ceased their movement and the bolt that was right above his wrist shot forward. The offensive attack from the shadowed attuned student grazed the shoulder of the flying abomination. The shriek of pain it let out made it clear it was not happy with Heiko's actions and dropped the man it was trying to abduct. "That's right... Focus on me."
Looking to seek vengeance the monkey like creature turned towards Heiko. Deciding not to let the creature have any more time in this world Heiko cocked his arm back and shot it forward two more times. Both bolts failed the completely penetrate the hide of the creature but it was more than enough to end it's current life. Now free the man scrambled up on to his feet and fled running past Heiko with out a second thought or thank you. While Heiko wouldn't of gave the man's thanks, if he gave one, the time of day he was occupied with the thought of: "How did I just do that so effortlessly." If he had more time to ponder the morality of it all Heiko would of gave it some more thought but the constant screaming forced him to put everything on hold. Right now he had to meet up with the rest of the students and professors and sort out their plan. Forcing his way through the crowds Heiko started pushing his way toward the fallen balloon. That had to have been a good enough point to meet up. Chances were people were pushing their way there too.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2014 23:04:50 GMT -6
| He quite literally had a birds eye view of the situation.
Orrin did better alone, out of the sight of the general populace. He was one of the senior-most members of the Vireximus facility. Honestly, that was the only reason he was there. Though Orrin didn't mind. It was one of the few times he could feel truly useful. He had his gear back for the day, the armor sat nicely on his chest, it felt comforting.
There was a loud explosion as one of the balloons popped. Orrin immediately fell into a prepetory position as he watched the thing billow out to reveal a woman floating in the air above it. The snake wrapped around her made it easy enough to identify her but...what was she doing? As far as Orrin knew she was ousted as a hired villain...
He pressed a button on the blue-tooth communicator he and the rest of the volunteers had received. "Ms. Hawethorne!" Earlier he had gotten a list of the volunteering students and their powers. "Look into serpenta's thoughts and report back."
Not only were his powers were dangerous in a group, but the politics behind his involvement could prove tricky as well. For now, he decided to instruct from the roof of his building. From the looks of it, an eye above the chaos could prove useful. THEODORE 'THEO' TEMPLETON |
LAIKA OF GS!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 0:32:51 GMT -6
There was a reason she chose to volunteer at the annual procession. Only on the day of the festivities could she play one her all-time favorite games: see how long the cops notice there’s an extra pinkette in the parade. So far, she had been rolling behind the marching band’s battery, far too conspicuous in her helmet to go unnoticed, yet too immersed in the pack to cause a scene. A small part of her—no, a large part of her—was considering hopping atop a float to shake things up a bit, because the police force was clearly lacking that afternoon.
Fortunately for her and not so fortunately for the rest of Fifth Avenue, the event was interrupted by an earsplitting hiss as the air escaped from a balloon overhead. The sudden loss of vision and added weight indicated that it had oh-so conveniently collapsed on top of the section where she happened to occupy. Panicking voices reached her ears before the onslaught of terrified screams. Instinctively, she held her hands above her head and began searing a hole through the plastic, eventually burning her way back to the rest of the mayhem.
A quick glance around updated her on the furry beasts causing havoc and the snake woman pulling the strings. Several others from the university had already sprung to action, and falling behind did not sit well with her. After wrestling out of the balloon, she launched herself toward a stunned flag twirler. Without missing a beat, she plucked the flag out of the poor girl’s hands and continued on her way.
The sidewalk was still packed with spectators, despite their efforts to head to safety. The apish creatures did not discriminate as they dragged their victims to who-knows-where, and the sight of them was enough to send witnesses into hysterics. Eva let out a huff, clearly disappointed in the average person’s ability to escape.
Among the desperate cries were feral screeches, and when one of the creatures popped out at her, a quick swing to the temple managed to stun it for a moment, before she melted its eyelids shut with her heated palm. She turned to face the ogling crowd. “You’re all next if you don’t get the hell out of here,” she called, pointing her flagpole at them threateningly.
There was probably a more effective way to corral people off the streets, but time was of the essence. As for the ones trapped beneath the balloon, they were probably safer under their hiding spot. Eva gripped her newly acquired weapon and increased the temperature of her hands even further, to a couple hundred degrees below the melting point of aluminum.
In hindsight, whirling around a flaming hot metal pole in a crowded area was not her best move, especially with civilians paying no attention to their surroundings. But the idea of pummeling these monkey things was beginning to appeal to her, and the amount of excitement she felt was inversely proportional to the number of fucks she gave.
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Post by ZEPHYR FEAR on Jan 15, 2014 1:51:51 GMT -6
listen to the color of your dream. Zeph was in nirvana right now. There were so many people all crowded around him with ipods, smart phones, and a plethora of other technologies for him to poke around. He still hadn't come up with an accurate way to describe the feeling, but it was kind of comparable to being in the same room with a bunch of close friends while getting drunk and having a good time. On the flip side of the same token, it also felt like he was in his own little personal bubble; the music of the parade was faded and the faces of the people blurred. Zeph's eyes had a glazed look as his mind poked around as many devices in the area as it could manage. Still, despite looking as if he were sleeping with his eyes open, he was alert as ever, keeping constant tabs on his phones (yes, he brought two today) and replying to texts, Facebook messages, and Skype replies just as quickly as usual. The Bluetooth they gave him was useful for listening in on calls and playlists, but bloody hell, why did everyone here have such terrible taste in music? The sudden, frantic movement which happened when one of the balloons deflated pulled Zeph back to reality. Blinking a few times, he looked towards what seemed to be the cause of the commotion and, consequently, took a few pictures of the crazy flying lady with one of his phones. Yup, that was Serpenta, and Zeph was pretty sure that snake of hers was the going to be the source of phallic jokes across the web once this news hit. Oh, hey, and she had an army of flying monkey demons. Really, if she wanted to be a supervillainess in her own right, this Wicked Witch of the West bullshit wasn't the way to go. "Well looks like we aren't in Kansas anymore, mates," he scoffed to his teammates through either their Bluetooths or, for those who didn't wear one, their phone's speaker, before dropping the connection and murmuring to himself, "Aw, please please please let 'em be robots." He pushed his way through the crowd towards the fallen balloon and, more importantly, the truck connected to the float in front of it. When it passed by him on its way down the street, he noted that it was controlled by a computer. It also had some nice, loud speakers attached to it. Yeah, that'd work nicely. After rushing past Eva with the quick, joking remark of "Yer as charmin' as ever!" he finally got in range of the truck. While slowly backing it up towards the balloon, he turned up the volume of the speakers and began to talk. This time, though, he dropped his Australian accent and adopted an American one. This was something he rarely did for various reasons, but he figured people were more likely to listen to him if he wasn't making witty comments and cursing at them. It was like pretending to be a character in a play: his entire vernacular, not just his accent, changed. "Would everyone please calmly evacuate the streets so the security has room to do their work. Don't panic, the situation will be under control shortly. I repeat: get away from the streets, and find shelter inside a building..."He disconnected from the speaker for a moment to reconnect with his team and ask, "Oi, could I get some help with tyin' this fuckin' balloon to the back of this truck?" before grabbing one of the ropes and reconnecting to the speaker to calm and direct the mob of citizens... at least in theory. tagged | defensive group. aka team awesome )o) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 20:22:19 GMT -6
This. Was. Awesome! Tsubaki happily looked around, ignoring the voices of the others. She had never been to this parade before and as a first timer here she was apart of the security detail! How awesome! Of course, if it wasn't for this detail, she would actually prefer to be with Heiko, wherever he was in this crowd.
And it didn't take that long for the girl's excitement to die down when a loud puncturing noise overthrew her own thoughts. People started scream, not just externally but internally themselves. Tsubaki's head pulled back as people's thoughts panicked, almost like animals, that typically happens when people panic everything goes back to their animalistic view. She needed someone to focus on and quickly!
Just as that thought came about, she heard a crackling noise coming from her ear. Only early that day, she was handed a Bluetooth, being told she would possibly need that to communicate with a professor. "Look into serpenta's thoughts and report back." The voice told her. "Got it, sir!" Tsubaki ran against the crowd, but there were other things, ugly monkey type things that Tsubaki couldn't describe. But there was no time to worry about that. Attempting to stay out of sight, her head pounding heavily, Tsubaki looked up at the woman coiled in the snake. Once more a snare came onto Tsubaki's face at the sight. Yet, her brown eyes focused on the woman, her own mind gently going to the woman's, doing the suggestion that Orrin gave.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 20:37:22 GMT -6
as surprising as it may have been, rosie didn't enjoy this kind of thing.
as fond as she was of people, the sheer density of them was a little overwhelming in this sort of setting. people pressing in around you, everywhere - it made her a little nervous. if something were to happen, it could come from anywhere. from up the parade route, behind, from one of the buildings overlooking the street -
or from above.
with a sharp curse, she did her best to take in the situation. the vireximus contingent were scattered who knows where, and she couldn't exactly rely on any of the students. firing up the power source of her gauntlets, she began flexing her fingers against the sudden resistance of the haptic control circuits to acclimatise. time to get to work.
first, deal with any immediate threats to human life, which right now entailed getting the punctured balloon out of the way of first responders and off the poor people who had been in its path of destruction. the announcement going out barely registered, until the recognition sparked in the back of her mind.
seriously?
and sure enough, when she got to the fallen balloon, there he was. "fear, ease up!" 'commanding' had mixed effects when rosie used it, because while she was the sort of forward, confident person who would normally carry it off well, her accent had other ideas. "gotta lift it, otherwise you're gonna hurt the people under it, it's too heavy to just drag off!" she took the nearest edge, lifting it as high as possible to attempt to gauge what she had to work with.
"cover your ears."
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Jan 16, 2014 2:39:35 GMT -6
#PARADEGUARD2K13 t'was what the hero of justice vegas tagged his selfies on that fated day!!!
forsooth, perhaps #LADYFATESPOKENOTHINGOFMUTATEDMONKEYS or #WHYDOVILLAINSHAVETODEFYGRAVITY were more befitting of what destiny had served him. julio had spent the university sanctioned “mission” recording such bounteous sights that parade for the future generations - most of which were his face, if not that his biceps. not that he hadn't been taking his dictated duty with decisive dedication. t'was just decisive dedication that came with breaks to text his dad pictures of filtered pictures of parade floats when justice deemed necessary.
yet what was also deemed necessary was an interruption of epic proportions; a figure vegas once knew as villainous, then claimed as fake, and then villainous again was suspended above chaos when a float went down. that wasn't all that descended from the sky. there was something else, something some might say were monkeys but it felt generous to think of them even as that.
and in the ensuing panick it was close to impossible to keep upright . people started to push past in an effort to get away from whatever they were but julio was all but frozen in place. his concentration was shot, trying to focus on what was going on just before there was a crackle of a voice in his ear. something that wasn't yelling or screaming.
professor knightly. the command wasn't addressed to him but julio found it the only thing to concentrate on. reflexively reaching a hand up to his ear, fingers toying with the ear set, no sudden movement was immediate even if he straightened up. he was still longer; vegas only found himself moving, enthusiasm waning, when he realised that nobody was telling him what to do. and when tsubaki's voice echoed back over the bluetooth, a confirmation, was enough to indicate that people were on the move.
remember the initial commands of what he'd been told but it was all so much harder was moving. what came to his mind was one thing: tsubaki. his breath caught in his throat but moved through the crowds with she was amongst the crowds somewhere attempting to use her power. there were issues with finding her beyond the challenge of finding the girl in an endless crowd of people: would it draw too much attention going towards her, would others had the same idea? his arms had already moved down in an attempt to wade through the people - his eyes briefly glancing back to the fallen float and thinking of the tasks of the defensive team. there were still people trying to get away where he was but he remained silent, save for when his arm rose to his ear again to device on his ear, “professor, is there--” vegas managed to get little out before he was cut off, his arm caught in a passerby's frantic escape. nor did he return to it because vegas was caught elsewhere.
nary could a man call themselves a hero of justice if one ignored citizens in need! vegas' honourable companion could wait; mantras of justice circled in julio's head as people and the malicious minions of serpenta's sinnery. they dare abduct people on the watch of a hero such as he? laughable, truly laughable. so vegas laughed, then swallowed because how did a hero of justice's throat get so dry, a dry throat was nothing to laugh with the mirth of justice especially when he had a goal! this goal was to find the fair tsubaki! but still lost amongst the crowd for him - perhaps for the better - and instead he found himself face to face with an ungainly foe. it was what someone had desperately shoved past him in an attempt to avoid - now t'was at the end of justice! julio probably would have announced a name for the attack had it not been a rushed response from his end; lifting up his leg, slightly unbalanced and far too flashy for his own good, vegas had decided on a roundhouse kick to the monkey's face.
the successful connection ensured bile rose in his throat - julio wanted to ask whether heroes were meant to kick monkeys in the face. regardless, when he tried to regain a stance he swallowed again and tried to regain himself. reminding himself that of course heroes were meant to as these were evil monkeys and he, as a hero of justice, was meant to kick evil monkeys in the face.
and what hero was a hero without a stunning repertoire of worldly comments against evil?
“stay back, evil-doer!” julio licked his lips, a rush seething through him with his tone bold and loud even amongst the disorder, “or need vegas remind these dark forces of their place further?” as people were thinning and whether through escape or otherwise, vegas didn't spare it heed. nor did he care whether these things could comprehend english. shaking slightly - adrenaline, vegas assured himself, or alternatively the quaking of his immortal soul in an ephemeral vessel - he took the time to pose, two fingers on his temple and his other hand pointing forward. the sign of a direct prophecy from destiny itself, ”for lady fate tells - nay, confirms to - her chosen hero of justice that no evil shall prevail today!”
“only destin--” julio was cut off again. while his earlier attempt at communication had slipped his mind for the heroic speech the second time his self-indulgent bravado was interrupted by a scream that was far too close. dropping his arm, the dark forces were still amassing themselves on the populace! a citizen was in trouble and a hero of justice could no longer stand by. locating tsubaki, alongside the thought of protecting her, was forgotten. for vegas' priority was outright launching himself at several of the closest, the epidermis spreading and hardening along his right arm.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 13:40:10 GMT -6
Fifth Avenue was definitely something that Wilhelmina was not used to. But the change of scenery from the university was much appreciated. She had stood at the middle of the parade, trying to get in as much as she could. Candy had been thrown earlier and the young one happily munched on it as her pump injected her with insulin.
A few minutes after eating just two pieces of her candy, a bang-like noise surrounded the street. And needless to say, it scared her and those around her. And before she knew it it, everyone was in a tizzy, screaming here and there. Not what Wilhelmina would call a fun day.
Clamoring around her and separated from any form of command, Wilhelmina furrowed her eyebrows are she focused towards the center of the streets. With floats stopping here and there, getting atop of one would prove to the best form of attack right now. Others could yell at her for not obeying any orders, but what the hell, no one was telling her anything – a chance to work on her own.
Moving between a beer-filled, juggly wuggly parade goer and a family with two kids, the young woman tripped over foot. Hands crashing to the pavement, they scrapped against the rough service, but pain was the least of her worries. She needed to pick herself up, as aggravated as she was to trip. Wilhelmina thrust her back upward before running. Arriving at a float with... less than desirable circumstances and was torn to shreds already, it was going to have to do. At least it had the height for her to get above everyone.
Snatching her blow dart shooter from between her brassiere, Wilhelmina took two seconds to figure out what seeds would be better to use. Apple seeds, eh, probably not. That had the potential to kill civilians. Cherry seeds? Nah, those only served as a distraction towards her. And having to physically fight something was just going to end bad. “Shit.” She whispered, reaching into her bag, and fiddling with the third slot on the end and... “Aha! There you are.” Grape seeds. Mentally counting she would have to get two or three of these devilish monkeys together to keep her supply lasting.
However, that still meant distraction. “Fuck shit damn.” Scuffing her foot, Wilhelmina took her hand out of her seed bad. She cupped it around her mouth. “Hey you scumbag little fuckers.” Two glanced her way, upset they could not do what they intended. “That's rude.” Her eyes bore at them, her right hand clenching on her dart blower, and one seed into it. It was only a matter of time before she was going to have to book it off this float.
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Post by ELI MADDOX on Jan 16, 2014 18:25:10 GMT -6
Being at the parade in the bustling city is rather enjoyable in more ways than one for Eli. He looks up as the large and iconic balloons looming over him as they slowly make their way down the avenue. Sure the streets are crowded, and standing shoulder to shoulder with everyone can be quite a hassle at times, but the scrawny guy doesn't care for it to ruin his day. The boy isn't much part of the volunteers taking part to keep the march going smoothly. He's simply there for the enjoyment, noticing some familiar faces from his school here and there. Overall it's fun for him, the closest he's seen to it is the homecoming parades back at his home and was even on a float himself for a few years. But this is much more fun for him. There's just something about being surrounded by people that he finds amusing and comforting.
However, his moment of fun soon comes to an end as one of the many balloons collapse. People quickly panic, running around in all directions they can squeeze into and unsure where it is that's the safest direction. With the appearance of a woman unfamiliar to him, and the dispatch of her strange monkey like minions, surely no one would ever think to linger. Eli nearly no different from the panicking people, he always had more of that flight reaction when it comes to trouble. 'What about all that stuff from class?' The tiny man stands still for a moment as he looks around and remembering the small amount of training to be a hero. It's strange though as he never thought he's get into this sort of situation. He never once saw himself as a potential hero. Never once despite attending a school filled with them. He just wanted to learn to control his powers to stop them from going out of control, and likely never use them again. Besides, with such a grotesque power like his, who would want him as their hero? Even with the understanding that there's no point in trying to be one, he still can't help but feel that he should at least help. At least help to calm the crowds or direct them to safety. He won't have to use his powers for that, he's sure of it.
Sighing at his own resistance, Eli surrenders the thought of running away and starts proactively directing people away from the area and guiding them to avoid any of the subways. As he skims through the crowds, one of the strange misshaped creatures starts attacking at individual people and carrying them away. His jaw drops at the site, it's just too surreal for him. Never once has such things occurred back in his home town so finally seeing such a thing in person makes it all the more shocking. It was always just a thing seen only on the TV for him. His eyes can't even see what the creature is doing, just that it's there. Can he really do all those things taught to him in class? Eli still doesn't even know how to keep his powers going haywire with it does start to act up. And what if someone sees if it ever does happen right here right now? And can he really fight an army of them, let along just one? Sure he's fought with some bullies in his life, but this?
"I'm really not cut out for this hero stuff."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 22:31:35 GMT -6
What a wonderful day! The sun was shining, there were no classes going on, and most importantly everyone seemed so... happy. Ezra himself stood with a large grin on his face, hands tucked behind his back as he hummed a nameless song in his joy. "Great, isn't it?" he asked a random woman standing nearby him, however she clearly didn't agree as she gave him a dirty look and wandered off farther away.
Whatever. Ezra shrugged and returned his gaze to the parade... wait, what was that? A bird? A plane? No, no... that was certainly some crazy chick with a snake and a horde of monkeys straight from the Wizard of Oz. Everything went from sunshine and rainbows to that scene from the first Spider-Man movie where the Green Goblin ruins the parade. Uh, actually, it was almost exactly like that.
The street erupted into absolute panic. People were smashing into each other in their attempts to flee, there was screaming, children crying. Ezra's brows furrowed as he looked around, taking in his surroundings. He locked eyes with a woman being carried off by one of the monkeys by her collar, the heels of her shoes just scraping the ground as it lifted her into the air.
"Oh no you don't," he murmured, flicking his arm out in front of him. A whip of ink followed his movement, shooting out through the crowd to wrap around the woman's wrist. Ezra made a fist and drew his arm back to his chest, yanking the poor citizen out of the clutches of her assailant, and admittedly falling in the air toward him.
"Oh!" Ezra yelped, catching her clumsily and bringing her close against his body. Awkward. "Get away from here," he advised gently, giving her a characteristically gentle smile before letting go and charging further into the crowd.
"Everyone needs to clear the area!" Ezra yelled loudly, nearing where the hot air balloon had fallen into the street. He saw Rosie Levesque and Zephyr Fear already nearby, clearly attempting to move it.
Wait, did Rosie just say 'cover your ears'?
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Post by SERPENTA on Jan 16, 2014 23:20:28 GMT -6
[attr="class","staffbod"]Damn it to hell. A flaw was apparent in Serpenta's plan when there seemed to be a brigade of heroes on security. Some of them looked to be rather young, but some of the faces were also familiar. Faces she'd seen in the past, heroes in their own right but in the glory days of days gone by. This shouldn't be too hard, though, she knew it in her heart — whatever was left of it. One hand reached up to stroke the snake's smooth body, the other directing her cronies. They looked like monkeys from afar, but up close they were much different; mutants by species, and both assailing to ones eyes and nose. It was like their very essence was made out of rotting flesh. A lot of things were happening at once. Her minions were raining down on the crowd. This wasn't about any particular goal, of course. Serpenta was just mad. Mad at the shambles her life and career had become and she needed to cause as much harm to the disgusting, disgraceful humans that inhabited this city. A former flaw, as it had seemed, had become an unlikely advantage. Looks like she'd get to exact some revenge on the heroes that ruined her life as well. She didn't have to worry too much about those young heroes fighting her cronies right now. They would hold out and were nearly dispensable to her right now. What she had to worry about first of all was the disturbance she felt in her mind as she ended up locking eyes with a girl who was standing, staring at her intently. Was she some sort of mind reader? Oh, no, that wouldn't do. A low chuckle emitted from her lips as she whispered to the snake, who slithered from her body and slithered on to a nearby light pole, wrapping his body around as he swiftly slid down. Once he reached the ground, it was easy enough to slither through the crowd and finally make his way to the girl, eyeing her hungrily. Serpenta's concentration was threatened, however, by a loud crackling noise and a booming voice echoing throughout the area. She turned her gaze to the culprit, her blue eyes shining with anger. That just would not do, either. Waving her hand one of the larger of the mutant monkeys came to her side, and with one fluid motion the beast flew down to the speakers, grabbing a fistful of wires and tearing them off just as the child who was speaking into them began to talk once more. And above it all the yellow-haired villain levitated, keeping a watchful eye to make sure everything was going as according to plan. The dice rolls are on a standard 1-6 die. The offensive team rolled a 6, the defensive team rolled a 4.
(For future reference: a roll of 1 means your team is in grave danger (this is not death enabled, however.) A roll of 6 means that your team will not be touched much. A roll of 3-4 means your team will be set back, but not in as much danger.)
OFFENSIVE: @orrin, JULIO VEGAS, @phantom, THEODORE 'THEO' TEMPLETON, @hugh
DEFENSIVE: @etoile2, @dee3, @ninjaofcheese, ELI MADDOX, @toccatina, ZEPHYR FEAR
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 1:13:50 GMT -6
| TIME TO PARTY!!! As much as the metal-bender enjoyed confrontations such as this, it was safe to say that he had never expected it to turn out quite like this. Clearly, this was not what he had envisioned inside that feeble mind of his. I mean, sure, these flying monstrosities alone were trouble enough, but now apparently the snake was getting involved. This was NOT a good look for Myles. Who knew what that slithery serpent could do to any of the innocent bystanders running up and down Fifth Avenue like chickens without heads. More importantly, who knew what that gargantuan beast could do to any of his fellow heroes on hand. The mere thought of this was enough to send the redhead's brain into a tailspin. He might have been quick to act more often than not, but that didn't mean he was without care for his colleagues.
"Holy fuckin' shit...wonder that big guy eats for lunch every day..." he thought aloud.
His attention was now drawn to the massively large serpent, all the while shimmying his way through the panicking crowd. "Y'all need to get the hell outta here! Get someplace safe!" he continuously yelled out to citizens in hazardous vicinity. He would end up taking a few shots from some of the flying menaces along the way. Nothing too serious. With his supernaturally durable frame, he highly doubted it would affect him in the long run. And in return, out of the staff he held, he would begin forging a longer one by utilizing the metallic molecules at his beckoned call. With the newly formed weapon that was about as long as the streetlights' poles, he continued to swing for the fences, all the while isolating himself from endangered civilians. Down went one avian creature, and down went another, each being slapped down to the ground by the equally massive tool that was Myles's weapon of choice.
Eyeing the airborne beasts again, he continued to plow through the crowds. "Damn, I don't even wanna think about what those guys could do to my couch..." The focused metal-bender would draw closer to the source of the evil, but only to be stopped in his tracks by the sight of over-sized serpent slithering it's way towards...oh shit! At the sight of a beloved student, Myles would pick up the pace. Reaching out with the pole as far as he could, he commenced manipulation of the held metal once again, this time forcing to bend as the far the end of pole would touch the ground. Basically, he was now using the as a means to proper himself several feet in the air and ultimately land beside the girl who was now practically staring death in the face. Again he would reach out with the pole, this time, pointing it in the direction of the monstrous yellow viper.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm afraid this young lass is NOT on the menu!" |
made by CAPTAIN of GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 16:36:21 GMT -6
It’s weird how her telepathy works; no one should break her own concentration. Tsubaki never really noticed the snake moving from the woman to the ground. Maybe her mother’s training was a little too good. And that was until someone in the crowd shrieked about a giant snake that was making haste for her. Tsubaki slowly blinked and found that the reptile was pretty close.
By this time, she finally realized her own adrenaline rush, her body shook and her mouth was a dry as the California deserts she would visit back home. She took one foot and stepped it back that was about as much power as she could muster up, her breath quickened up and her eyes widened up. Come on, back it up ‘cause her daddy taught her good. And Tsubaki backed the hell up, until she tripped over feet and off the sidewalk unto the street.
Anything physical wasn’t her forte, it was all mental. Her brows came together in major concern for her situation, her hand lightly brushing a flute that one of the band members left behind in the frenzy. She picked up and held it out in defense, whatever use of protection it would provide.
Her head then popped up to Myles, who was coming over to help her out. Maybe that would’ve been a smart idea to have someone who could fight these things off. Her eyes went from him, to the snake, and back to the lady; if this professor could help with the distraction she could get back on her feet and focus once more on the villain that was causing this chaos and confusion.
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