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Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Cyrolus » Tue Jul 17, 2018 9:49 pm

Washington Monument, Noon
Cyrolus's grey boots hit the ground with a slight thud that kicked up a small puff of dust however, nobody here seemed to be disturbed by his presence. Washington was a place where many of the powered humans made their residence and he could only hope that Chevron was one of them. After his trip to Detroit he did a bit more digging into this worlds so called 'Hero Society' and learned of the hero named Chevron who wore traditional Vaxian War Armor. He was in Detroit some time before Cyrolus picked up the scent of the Cosmic Force and videos of his fights showed him all he needed to see. Chevron was a hero and from what he knew he was a well known one so, the best way to attract a hero was to cause a situation.

A few other heroes were keeping their eyes on him while they moved about the monument acting as if they were doing nothing wrong but, this wasn't his first rodeo. He had come to Earth with the goal of conquering this world and if the one called Chevron was doing his job he would already have an army of half breeds ready to take over this place. So he needed to get the attention of his fellow Vaxian and let him know that it was time to move into phase three of the Vaxian Invasion Plan.

He picked one of the heroes that was watching him to be the first victim. He was clad in skin tight blue and white spandex with a large W on his forehead. Cyrolus wasted no time and in one swift motion he clutched the mans head in his large meaty fingers and lifted him off the ground. The other hero who was watching intently shouted to the people around to clear the area before he placed his hands on the ground. The earth itself began to shift and change, pillars shot up in a line towards the back of the World Butcher. The one he clutched in his hand tried to struggle, to break free, and in one single motion Cyrolus pulled his torso one way and the head the other.
The two pieces fell to the ground before the High Monarch of Vaxum felt the ground he stood on begin to wrap itself around his legs. His eyes cast a sinister glare at the one behind him and simply brute forced his way from the stones grasp. He rushed the hero clad in red and black who tried to run away. An iron grip clamped down onto his arm and a powerful left hook caused the jaw itself to explode outwards while the body was sent flying. Cyrolus dropped the now severed arm and turned towards the people. More heroes would arrive soon and once he dispatched enough of them Chevron would show up.

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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Magnusson » Tue Jul 17, 2018 10:34 pm


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"Enough."

The command rolled over the National Mall like thunder.

The metallic smell of blood which had filled the air upon Cyrolus' arrival gave way to the scent of torched ozone. Lightning rolled from the skin of a henceforth-unremarkable traveler, cloaked in red, who had walked the Earth for untold eons. He was Eldest, the Eldest, who had recused himself from heroism of any sort. Cursed was he who lived so long, and greater cursed was he who could not bear the suffering of others. So tired was he of his own shortcomings, he had turned to exile, away from the suffering. He had gone there to die.

But suffering was eternal, even if The World-Forge was not. Now it drew him back. He'd tired of politicks, of plots and wars of culture; that was no setting for a man of honor, of forcefulness. Men fought for causes they didn't understand, they didn't believe in; they died without glory, fighting battles without reason.

But this being, this creature of power, simply murdered. It killed without reason. It was evil, though it had the face of a man. So the Oaken God, once-sworn not to interfere, marched forth, in this capital of human achievement. Brought to DC seeking one of his own, lost to time, he would go forth, and do battle once more. There was no negotiation, no compromise; there would be no surrender.

A dead spirit rumbled to life, and lightning cracked in his eyes. His cursed metal limb flickered with energy as the rest of his body did; no pain or age would stop him now. Springing from where he strode towards the conqueror, he let loose with a valiant cry, seeking to bury the blood-stained alien in the marble monument behind him with a comet-like flying tackle. An old legend, whispered 'cross the cosmos, in the flesh.

To victory, or death!



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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Mach2 » Tue Jul 17, 2018 11:19 pm

Detroit, one week prior:
"It's a weekend trip. You said I could come if I finished my math assignment. I stayed late at the library an hour to get that done, mom. You said-"

"I know what I said." Joan Southam sighed deeply. Looking at her and her daughter, it was difficult at times to see the resemblance. Joan was a bubbly (usually. At the moment, she looked rather tired and anxious) reporter with a smiling face and carefully-styled blonde hair. Her daughter was fairer, with darker hair, and a far more abrasive attitude. "I'm just not sure if Washington is the safest place-"

"Mom. We live in Detroit."

Joan started to counter again - something about the increasing meta population of D.C. - but was quickly cut off again by her teenage daughter. "That's exactly why I want to go! I wanna see all the heroes! They're practically a tourist attraction!" Frankie was firm in her resolve. Her mother didn't know about her own developing powers, and although Frankie had seen other superhumans before, she'd never seen anything like Washington. "You said math assignment. I did math assignment. I promise, absolutely pinky-swear that I will stay out of trouble, but you're not leaving me at home."


Washington, D.C., present

Joan was off on assignment, meeting with some important political figure for an interview. Frankie had been given twenty dollars cash and strict (or as close as her mother came to it) instructions to keep out of trouble. She'd immediately caught a bus to the Washington Monument, and was now walking around awe-struck. The streets were filled with meta-humans, clad in a mixture of street clothes or cliché spandex. Some appeared human, others were clearly endowed with extra abilities. Many were taller. Many looked stronger. And all of them were just walking around, admiring the monument, just as she was. In Detroit, she often felt silly for carrying her motorbike helmet around everywhere, even if she wasn't biking. But in the midst of all these costumed heroes, no one looked twice at the girl with a motorbike helmet strapped to her backpack.


It was so cool.

She paused, taking out her phone to snap a photo of the scene. A hero clad in blue and white spandex was in the foreground of the image, staring at something out-of-frame. Just as she snapped the photo, a tall man in an orange outfit strode past her, into the frame. She sighed and looked down at her phone, opening up the image to see if it had been ruined. "You wrecked my pi-" Frankie had just begun her accusation when someone yelled.

"Clear the area!"

She looked up, just in time to see the hero's head torn from his shoulders by the man who had wrecked her photo. For a moment, Frankie could only stare, slack-jawed. She didn't even register the ground shifting and the heroes around her springing to action. All she could do was stare, in horrified awe, at the man who had just ripped someone's head from his torso. Her eyes followed him as he approached another hero, and she was still staring wide-eyed when his fist connected and broke the man like a pinata.

In the commotion of heroes sprinting - some to action, some away from the threat - someone bumped into her. Finally, she could move. Frankie turned and sprinted, shrugging off her backpack and fumbling to detach her helmet as she ran. The hell am I doing? I can't fight him! But even as the panicked thoughts ran through her mind, she shoved her head into the helmet. It wasn't a costume to the same extent as most of these heroes, but it was all the gear she had.

"Enough." A voice boomed through the area, and she jogged to a stop, turning to reassess the situation. Another hero was engaging now, one whose body crackled with lightning. Meanwhile, Frankie - Tremor, now, with her helmet on - was just far enough away now to be safe. But not quite close enough to be effective. Her shockwaves had limited range, and by the time they reached the threat they would lose most of their force. She stayed put, watching for an opportunity to rush in.

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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Cyrolus » Tue Jul 17, 2018 11:55 pm


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The first of the ensuing waves of heroes came each with their own powers and traits that fell flat when compared to Cyrolus's own physical prowess. Telepaths had their bodies ripped in two before they could think a thought, the wielders of the elements let loose ineffective barrages of flames before their necks were spun around like dreidels on Hanukkah. As more heroes fell a large majority of them became reluctant to move, reluctant to act against him, but one still came.

A voice ripped through the air itself with an electric presence that drew the attention of the Enslaver of Planets. Electricity itself rolled across the skin of the The World-Forge as he charged into battle against The High Monarch of a once living world. Here he was a man who made worlds barreling down upon a man who was known for slaughtering entire planets. A being who had amassed a reputation that spread throughout the galaxy as a Conqueror who knew no rivals. His hands flexed slightly as he commanded the cosmic force to begin shifting his bodies density more and more. The stone beneath his feet began to give way to his now monstrous weight and hardness.

Now the unstoppable force would collide with what would soon become an immovable object. The impact sent a rush of pain through Cyrolus's own body causing his nerves to fire off on all cylinders. The ground giving way to the amount of momentum the Eldest had thrust upon Cyrolus. The two became locked in a clash of strength vs. weight; with each inch Cyrolus was thrust backwards he would grow more and more dense until movement was halted entirely. Large grooves carved into the ground showed evidence of both the World Forge's own raw power and Cyrolus's massive increase in weight. Now though it was time for him to take the offensive.

With a blinding speed and tactical precision garnered over hundreds of battles Cyrolus looked to wrap his own arms around the World Forge's massive mid section. His hands would lock together with an iron like grip as his own density reverted to normal allowing him to fly up. He would look to bring the World Forge up nearly forty feet into the air before rapidly changing the density of his feet and allow gravity to rip them both back down to the planets surface. With any luck he would have performed the worlds forty foot pile driver.

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Post by illirica » Wed Jul 18, 2018 1:10 am


Military Adjunct Base, Washington DC, 1213 Hours
"Here, sir?" As inquiries went, it was studiously bland. Deterministically neutral. It was not the inquiry of someone who was stupid or unaware, but that of someone who was all too well aware of what was going on, and similarly too well aware of where this conversation was heading. Captain Teja Docesznic was well-practiced in the fine art of endeavoring to avoid getting herself into a situation that she was not at all interested in being a part of.

After two tours of Iraq and one in Afghanistan, to be perfectly honest, most days Teja just wanted to play in her lab. Technically, it was called 'Research and Development,' but it amounted to much the same. She fought because it was required of her, but not for the glory of it. There was no glory in war. That was a myth made up by the media, to make people feel better about what happened. To draw attention away from the inglorious parts.

War was not something that was in DC, though. No, what was in DC was yet another overpowered meta type, no doubt with a chip on his shoulder, who would damage the city in trying to show everyone how strong he was. And there was a supervillain attacking, as well.

She drummed her fingers on the table, and let the silence stretch, without volunteering. The man across the table met her eyes evenly. This was an old game. A familiar one. If he ordered her, she would go. They both knew it.

He sighed. Six years, since she'd mastered her abilities and entered in to his chain of command. He'd watched her develop. Watched her grow. He had known when to push, how to mold her into the hero that was needed - and she had become that hero. She had been everything they had asked for. And he knew, now, that she was asking-without-asking, for it to stop. "Why?" They skipped over the parts of the conversation they didn't need to have. Six years built a lot of understanding.

Teja stilled her fingers, shook her head. "Because it wouldn't matter. It's already set up. The rest of the world is merely an audience, and they've already decided who is going to be on stage, and what the play is going to be."

"A bit pre-deterministic, don't you think?"

She shrugged. "It's like that, sometimes, with heroes." She pushed her chair back from the table, and stood. "I'll work with regular armed forces to establish a perimeter and keep civilians out of harm's way." She earned a nod of assent, and left the room, knowing it was what he'd wanted to ask her to do anyway. She'd just needed to do it under her own terms, and establish that she didn't intend to get in the center of all of this.

Teja half-smiled at the irony. As it turned out, her least favorite part of the hero business was other heroes.

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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Magnusson » Wed Jul 18, 2018 1:39 am


The Forge collided with Cyrolus with immense force, his arms wrapping around the tyrant's thick trunk as he attempted to tackle him back. He had some purchase, pushing the invader backwards...but with each step, the load grew. Soil and stone were thrown into the air as he struggled against the being's bulk, which seemed to be increasing with every passing second.

Such strength, he thought, gritting his teeth as they finally came to a stop. Both his metal arm and arm of flesh strained against the alien, but a second later, his purchase disappeared. Weltgeist's eyes widened as his foe locked his limbs around his midsection, his breath drawn away as the two shot into the sky. The whiplash was severe as they careened back down to the ground, the sudden impact of the meteoric piledriver crunching the Old God against the Earth. It was as though a missile had landed at the base of the monument, sending a shockwave through the air and pushing the Oaken One's decrepit durability to its limit.

He did not break, though.

Rolling over in the crater, he stumbled away to find his bearings, wildly searching for his enemy. His vision spun, and he fell to a knee, but rose again a second later - who was that, over there? A little girl?

"Go," he coughed urgently towards her, a drip of blood falling from the right side of his lip. He blinked, and his vision returned to normal. He drew his axe, Erujaorn, from his back, where it crackled in his palm, and turned to face Cyrolus.

"Fall, scourge!" he shouted, loosing his legendary weapon from his hand. It flew as a meteor would, slicing through the air. It was bound to his very soul, and so it would return, compelled as if by an unseen force; that was the greater power of Erujaorn. If it missed on its first pass, it would return to the Forge's open hand, hopefully killing the bloody monster on the way. And if it struck true the first time? It could carry him straight through the Washington Monument itself.

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Post by Concord » Wed Jul 18, 2018 1:47 am

"Jesus Christ." Concord muttered, as he stood overlooking the battlefield strewn with brutalized corpses. It hadn't taken him long to get on scene, after all, DC was where he spent most of his time. Yet in the brief time, it'd taken him to scale a nearby building for a better view of the situation things had only gotten worse. However, amidst the bodies and destruction, he saw and heard something he didn't quite expect to see. Or more accurately someone.

It seemed his assessment that someone would once more wake the World-Forge had taken less time then he'd thought. For there stood Weltgeist, locked in combat with the source of this mayhem, not quite the position of neutrality that he had preached the last time they'd met. He was interested to know what changed the god's mind and who coaxed him from his cabin, but that would have to wait. For now, his sights were firmly on the being who sought to bring ruin to his city.

The X marked across Concord's mask began to glow, as he gauged how powerful his opening blast should be. He'd just watched the man tank Weltgeist's charge with little difficulty. Besides he'd just taken out multiple heroes in rapid succession, holding back would be a mistake. However, with the Geist in such close range, he couldn't quite let out the absurd amount of heat he wanted. For now, he'd have to focus his shots aiming not disable, not vaporize.

So Concord waited until he spotted a moment in which the man was occupied with the threat in front of him before firing off one focused laser. A quick burst of the beam smaller then the size of a cell, it would seek to strike the man's right wrist. Hot enough for the laser to bypass the man's flesh and heat a small segment of the inside of his wrists up to a state in which it would be turned to plasma. The result would be about as bad as it sounded, while he figured the man's durability would stop his entire body being blown to shreds Concord at least hoped he could sever the tendons in this wrist. If not he'd simply know to hit him even harder, and even hotter,

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Post by Terminus » Wed Jul 18, 2018 2:17 am

After the Expo.

Pendragon waited until Mitchell had left the room, and headed into an empty hallway, before dropping his armor's holographic cloak.

"Impressive stuff."

”Glad you liked it, Nick.” Mitchell responded in kind, a small smile playing across his face.

”It’s not just armor, either. I’ve got some big plans for the Atlas Particle.”

"I can imagine," Pendragon replied. "Not every day you discover a new fundamental part of the universe. I'm just surprised you didn't name it after yourself."

”Never thought of that. The Stervos Particle.”

He paused for a moment, as if seriously contemplating the idea before shaking his head.

”Even for me, that’s too vain. Christ.”

Nicolas laughed. He was about to respond, crack another joke, when the Terminus alerted him to something. Most of the time, when it bothered him, he ignored it. But this... this looked like it might be it. In truth, Pendragon wasn't sure if he was ready.

The armor projected a holographic screen from its hand, showing the carnage unfolding at the nation's capital, at that very moment.

"Mitch. How fast could you get to DC from here?"

Stervos furrowed his brow. He looked to Nicolas for a moment, about to say something with levity before the expression on the man’s face brought concern.

”I don’t know, honestly. Never tested the flight capabilities of the suit, especially coast to coast. I’d say... what, 30 minutes to an hour, tops. The thrusters are more short-term than long distance, but if I resize, I could probably decrease the time even further. Why?”

Nicolas turned the projecting towards Stervos, silently.

"That's impressive, but I don't think we have that kind of time. This guy looks. Strong. More people could be dead by the time we get there, or worse."

He considered the problem for a moment, before speaking.

"I think I have an idea. You might not like it, but... I might be able to aug your suit with my tech. Not permanently, but... enough that you would be able to match my speed."

After pausing for a moment, Stervos sighed. He opened the briefcase held in his right hand before placing the display case with the ASAPS inside, resizing it to its original proportions and opening the glass to Nicolas.

”I don’t have much of a choice, do I? Let’s do it.”

Nodding, Pendragon reached out, and placed the Terminus' hand on the ASAP suit's chest. The self-replicating assemblers flowed out from its fingertips, and into the inner workings of Stervos' masterpiece.

In truth, Nicolas wasn't entirely certain himself of what the outcome would be. Nothing damaging to it- he had that much control over the Terminus, but as far as directing the changes they made, all he could really focus on was speed.

Mitchell watched the display with bated breath, crossing his arms and holding a closed fist to his mouth as the machines did their work.

”Hope this doesn’t kill me.”
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When the transformation was complete, the ASAP looked.... different. Not totally different, the extra armor plating Mitch had added was still present. The arms, however, had seemingly been optimized for physical combat, like grappling. Though Nicolas hadn't done it himself, he could see the rationale. The ASAP's energy beams would likely be ineffectual against a meta that was trading blows that shook the earth. However, he could be restrained with the beefed-up arms that the ASAP now possessed.

The most relevant change, of course, was the wings. They weren't really wings, of course, they were a next-generation propulsion pack, which would let Stervos fly at hypersonic speeds on the same level as the Terminus.

"Well. I think it looks neat."

”Yep, definitely fuckin’ one-upping me, Nick.” Mitchell said with a dejected sadness, entering the back of the suit and booting up its internal mainframe.

”Right. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Pendragon nodded, not having enough time to worry about Mitchell's feelings. They headed for the roof, and Nicolas directed the Terminus to switch to a speed-focused mode as well.
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Without another word, they took off.

In-flight, Nicolas accessed the ASAP's internal comms. They were moving at far too fast a speed for normal communication.

"Mitch. Here's the plan. I'll hit him with a blast from my particle cannon, put him off balance. Once he's distracted, you slap one of your shrinking disks on him, and deal with him at that size."

From within the ASAPS Suit, Mitchell nodded despite Nicolas having no idea he did so.

”Understood. I’ll shrink down once the deed is done and keep the pressure on him, though I’m warning you that he’ll have... certain increased properties. Are you sure you wanna go through with that?”

Pendragon nodded marginally. "You can reverse it, right? We just need to keep him off-balance for as long as we can, so the Terminus can analyze him, and produce an appropriate countermeasure."

After another few seconds of blistering speed, the clouds rushing past faster than the eye can see. Then, the armor informed him the duo were approaching the Washington Monument, where the battle was taking place.

Rocketing towards Cyrolus, Pendragon extended his right arm, and waited until he was a mere few feet from the monarch. When he was close enough, Nicolas fired, a beam of energy aimed directly at the dictator's face. It wouldn't kill him, but it would briefly blind and disorient him, allowing Atom to strike.

Meanwhile, the ASAPS was busy charging its AP Disks— 4 for each top arm, totaling 8 over the entire suit. To be completely honest, Mitchell was incredibly iffy about shrinking the man— if the resize was successful, Stervos would have to deal with him directly.

The top-left mechanical arm, regardless of whether Nicolas’ stun landed, fired off a disk towards Cyrolus.

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Post by Cyrolus » Wed Jul 18, 2018 4:56 am


As the dust settled Cyrolus stood triumphantly amidst the small crater spawned from his driving of the World Forge's skull into the ground below. The people of this world were weak but, this one was strong. A blow of that caliber wouldn't have been enough to defeat him let alone kill him instead it was Cyrolus wishing to push this battle as far as it could go. Wanting to make a show of it in hopes of attracting his fellow Vaxian so that they could conquer this world together.

Amidst the dust he still could not find the one he was searching for but, he heard the voice boom out from the crowd. Was he telling The Proven One to leave, had he actually been broken by the brutish strength of a Prime Vaxian. Then he heard it, another message that washed away all doubt in the Conquerer's mind.

The Axe sliced through the particles of dirt and stone, sliced through the very air itself, and impacted with the symbol of Vaxum that was emblazoned on his chest. His body was sent flying, carried by the might of but a single throw through the obelisk behind him. Chunks of stone exploded outwards followed by Cyrolus himself who struggled to find any kind of footing with the axe's blade pushing against his graps. Both hands had clamped onto either side of the blade and now it kept pushing until his feet became to heavy for it to move him anymore. The blades humming edge swiftly dislodged itself from his chest following back along the path from which it had came. His hand ran along the shallow yet long gash in his chest smearing the much darker colored crimson blood that ran through the veins of a Vaxian. His eyes grew wild with a mixture of excitement and fury as this world presented him with a true challenger.

"RRRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH"Letting loose an almost primal roar his body rocketed forward until he was in the perpendicular to the World Forge. His feet taking purchase on the ground below he carried all of his amassed momentum into a spin. While he spun both hands would reach out to clasp the tree trunk like arm of the world forge and swing him like an Olympian swings a hammer. He would look to send the World Forge through the recently formed hole in the Washington Monument.

It was in that moment he cast his gaze elsewhere to an approaching light too small for the human eye however, his eye possessed nearly 10x the amount of cone and rod cells as a normal humans eye. He could perceive such minute detail in the world around him that he could see the things crawling across his skin. He swung his arm back however, he wasn't fast enough to completely avoid the compressed stream of energy. Instead of passing through his wrist it moved through his palm shooting a momentary sensation of incredible pain. It was as if his entire hand had been shoved into the core of a star before being quenched in the vacuum of space. His fingers fell limp as tendons were turned into nothing more than ash.

The limp hand would stay useless for only a moment before his free hand wrapped itself around the hanging fingers forcing them to straighten out while the Cosmic Force shifted the density of the entire hand including the joints themselves. They became rigid and near immovable turning his damaged hand into a blunt weapon.

Still though this planet wasn't done with him as more of its protectors began to launch their counter offensive yet none of them were the one he wanted. Tearing through the sky like a bat out of hell rushed a machine that dared to get within striking range of the Monarch. Instead of standing and waiting Cyrolus became proactive launching himself into the air towards Terminus. As he grew closer another blast of light was let loose, perhaps this was the one who had wounded his hand. If so than Cyrolus thought he should return the favor. The light grew closer to him and while his eyes were more powerful than a humans they were also more better at taking in large blasts of light. His vision became faded, as if he was looking through a smudged window, yet he could still see. His course became swiftly altered falling below the gold and red hero, rotating 180 degrees, and sending a powerful upwards kick while shifting the density of his foot on the moment of impact to make it hit harder.

At the same moment his whole body began to shift and change. With his vision blurred he was unable to notice the quarter sized disk that had struck his arm. He saw the world get bigger around him or rather, the world would see him grow smaller. As he shrunk his vision cleared and his eyes searched for the one who had shrunk him.

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