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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Drake » Wed Jul 18, 2018 6:35 am

DC. Not the most unique of places, especially considering how promptly the capital morphed into a world-renowned hub for the greatest diversity of inhuman and superhuman personalities. Heroes, business-centered meta-humans, mutated illicit substance dealers, supernatural hookers. You name it, DC can proportionate it. It's a political center, after all, and where those who uphold the "righteous" flag of the just, there is always sin to be sniffed from every nook and crany, clogging their homes in devilish pleasures, indulging on their public innocent image to collect the spoils of corruption. Nothing is solely black and white, yet not many would ever open their eyes to the truth.

Even fewer would have delight in it.

A crouched blonde analyzes traces of an apparition, an abandoned edifice on the outskirts of Washington that none would dare to investigate, missing people sighted around, clad in white, dragging chains. It seemed as the work of some kind of lich, at the very least it was what Qaleroth told him as he continuously bragged about past triumphs against those "necrophilia maniacs". Imagery of disgustingly rotten limbs torn apart and an undistinguishable scent of corpses soon overwrote his senses, a mild nuisance by now, still bringing him to a near-puking stage as a thunderous guffaw rebounded the walls of his cranium, distracting his focus. "Could you not? This 'lich' is already a fucking pain in the ass to track, it'd make my work a thousand times easier if you kept your fetishes to yourself and let me not be caught by surprise like the last time." An audible sigh - only to his ears - filled the air, a shared sentiment of monotony quickly scattering through his body. You know what, kid? This fucking sucks. I can think of three different monuments that I'd have a blast setting fire to instead of doi-

The skies rumbled, the screams of desperation coming from the distance finding shelter on the ears of one who couldn't care less... And one who couldn't hope for a better excuse. Nevermind. You finish it later, Meli, my darling, it's my turn on the wheel. An abrupt flash of light, a recognizable perfume of roasted evidence, yells of chained souls uttered in suffering flooded the man's mind, the sinfun flames of Hell garnishing his melting skin until there was nothing left but a skull engulfed in fire. Not even the clothing was similar anymore, his jacket turned into the trademark leathery cover of his hellish counterpart, spikes adornishing his over-the-top appearance. Steps reluctantly moved away from the case, a single motorcycle roared throughout the streets prior to halting precisely as he came out of the door.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.
Chaos ensued.

Meliodas couldn't make out what happened. The desperation upon witnessing spandex-wearing corpses massacred, the fearful eyes quiescently cheering for those heroic figures, everything from that scene fed the demon with energy. The dripping blood out of Stalin-on-steroids fists gave away which side did what. At first, Meliodas was but a mere observer, aching body and feeble mind constantly provoked by the familiar within himself. Until, of course, the "villain" vanished from sight. The maleficent presence, however, didn't quite dimish. He would have squinted had his face not burned away. How did they pull it off? Qaleroth had absolutely no idea. A mischiveous piece of technology indeed. He spread his tendrils over Meliodas' defensive mental wall, a simper, hypothetically, on his lips. Ganging up on one man, how unjust of the paragons of justice, wouldn't you say? Uneasiness filled Schultz's mind, his vision blurred, almost as if he was drifting away. Noises barely reached him now. The world faded away alongside his worries.

...

"Ah, finally." A wicked voice mumbled, hands playfully toying with the flames above the cranium. Such a symphonic turmoil, tasty to the eyes. Meliodas' presence entirely obliterated from the rider's mind, Qaleroth could ultimately run rampant as he longed for. He lunged forward, no longer a hint of humanity on anything he did. He would land exactly where they shrunk the momentaneous subject of his delight, a wall of flames bursting from the asphalt as temperature rose to unbearable levels at his whim. A blend of deafening agony screams and strident laughter filled the air.
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The quaint figure emerged from amid its own personal piece of Hell, no care on his mind. "Ganging up on the weak and defenseless, you'd have thought capes knew better."
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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Atom » Wed Jul 18, 2018 1:57 pm

"HE'S RESIZED, WE DON'T HAVE A LOT OF TIME!" Mitchell yelled to Nicolas, incredibly surprised that the disk had actually managed to hit its mark. Increased power output meant that the shrunken man was incredibly volatile; seeing as Stervos was the only one who could reasonably keep him occupied at such small dimensions without running the risk of having a hole put through him, he'd need to act fast.

"Disks are temporary, seeing as how strong this guy is. Atlas Field will revert him to a regular size, soon enough; I give it a minute or two before the stability completely collapses. We have to move fast."

Atom flew towards the last known location the man was at before being resized and, sure enough, there the fucker was, about the size of a Goddamn ant. Using the harness of the Quantum Suit, Mitchell quickly shrank himself down to size and landed on the now-oversized brick layered around the Washington Monument. The four mechanical arms outstretched from the ASAPS' back and each individual head aimed towards Cyrolus.

"Alright, asshole. Wanna destroy some monuments? I'm about to spike you into the fuckin' Lincoln mem--"

Stervos didn't have much time to finish his sentence before a rolling inferno erupted around both Cyrolus and Atom, steadily rising in intensity until the HUD visor within the ASAPS measured the temperature to nearly thousands of degrees. Because of the Quantum Suit's recent fortifications, the heat was merely uncomfortable above anything else, but prolonged exposure might damage the internals of the ASAPS; subsequently, Atom wanted to get the fuck out of the sea of fire, ideally with Cyrolus in tow.

It was like being trapped in a burning building. Fire engulfed the entirety of Stervos' vision and rose up to the heavens, the thick smoke emitting from the inferno rising even higher and creating a sky of nightfall above the two resized adversaries. Through the flickers of red and orange, Mitchell saw his target; activating his thrusters upon the back of the ASAPS as the set of wings began to beat, Atom closed the gap in a nearly imperceptible amount of time and went to tackle Cyrolus, mechanical arms firing off a volley of lasers towards the alien in an attempt to bring the two out of the fire, flying over the multiple lawns surrounding the Washington Monument and barrelling towards the Capitol Building at a near-imperceptible size. Truthfully, he still had the goal of isolating and containing Cyrolus in his mind, but the various patches of green had since been evacuated of any civilians and would prove to be a more open area for engagement.

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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Mach2 » Wed Jul 18, 2018 4:20 pm

"Go," the Forge coughed at her as he crawled out of the crater his impact with the ground had created.

Tremor did not go. She continued to lurk at the edge of the battlefield, ready to rush in the second she saw her chance. More heroes were coming in, now. Back-up for those who had already been torn apart by this villain. Stronger fighters, who would hopefully be able to take him down. Adrenaline caused Tremor to forget entirely about the vicious murder she'd witnessed only moments before (that man's head was still probably lying around somewhere in this mess), and she was convinced that she would be able to assist.

She didn't hesitate when she saw her chance. A trio of flying heroes had joined the fight, and one of them shot a beam of of light towards Cyrolus. Tremor ran in. If that attack landed, perhaps he would be distracted long enough for her to make a move. She kept her eyes on Cyrolus as she sprinted towards the fight. But even as she approached, something else was happening. He was shrinking - quickly. And now he was gone.

Tremor jogged to a halt next to Forge, looking up to the bigger - and much stronger - man. She flipped up the visor on her helmet. "Is he gone? Did you guys beat him?"

There was scarcely even time for him to answer before the entire area was lit ablaze. Tremor cringed at the heat, flipping the visor on her helmet down as quickly as she could to shield her eyes. She could feel her exposed arms searing. Through the flames, a voice sounded, calling them out on ganging up on one man. Well, now that one man had company. With the temperature rising steadily, she didn't have time to think. She extended a hand towards the source of the flame - a skeletal figure in a leather jacket - and snapped.

The resulting shockwave would hit with the force of a small bomb, slamming into everyone in a forty foot radius. Herself included. Tremor felt herself thrown airborne for a moment before colliding, hard, with the cobblestone some meters away. She groaned deeply, her body feeling like a giant bruise, and struggled to her knees to evaluate the scene. Had she actually caused any damage?

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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Terminus » Wed Jul 18, 2018 5:24 pm

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Cyrolus' super-dense strike impacted in the chest of the Terminus, sending it flying wildly into the air. By the time Nicolas righted himself, the damage was healing over, nanotech repairing the armor almost as fast as it could be dealt.

Shit, Mitch. Hope you're ready for this. The thought went unsaid- the Atom needed focus, to deal with the miniaturized monarch, and Pendragon himself had other concerns as well. Time to take stock.

In the brief moment of reprieve they'd bought with the one-two combo, the armored hero surveyed the battlefield. Three other metas, seemingly on the same side as us. Guy with an axe, some government-looking woman, and someone pretty clearly too young to be doing this kind of thing.

Then, before Nicolas could get to work trying to analyze Cyrolus for weaknesses, another combatant arrived, this one decidedly aligned against the assembled heroes. Some kind of... demon? Undead arsonist? Whatever. Doesn't matter. This is not the way the world ends.

Turning towards the new arrival, Pendragon sacrificed speed for damage, retracting the extra thrusters that had let him get from California to DC in minutes. Around his outstretched arms, a massive energy cannon built itself. Using predictive tech and an auto-targeting mechanism, the Terminus took aim at Qualeroth, and fired. The resulting attack was a concentrated beam of energy, which, if it struck home, would likely turn the walking skeleton to ash.

Beneath Nicolas, the ground shook. Mentally, he revised his estimate of the kid. Inexperienced, but stronger than she looks. Still, we're going to need more than pluck and power to win this fight.

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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Concord » Wed Jul 18, 2018 7:45 pm

He'd done some damage, not enough to completely turn the tide of battle but it would have to do. Besides, there were others engaging him besides Weltgeist now at that was just more risk of his attacks landing one someone he didn't mean them too. The heat his power sent off always had risks, the last laser he'd sent left the air around his face hot enough to melt flesh. His body was able to absorb it with ease, but others would not have the luxury. For now, however, he turned his attention to someone else who seemed quite aware of how much damage heat could truly do.

While his perch on a building was nice, he couldn't quite stand by after seeing a kid start fighting the thing, Besides, her attacks seemed liable to hurt herself just as much as they did the skeleton, which was never conducive to winning a fight. However, the fact that used it without a moment's hesitation meant she was either brave or reckless. Both traits of any good hero. He was interested to see what she'd do next, but for now, he'd just play back up.

Dropping off the building and landing with a soft grunt he strode towards the flames and extended his hands. Before with a deep breath, he started to absorb it all. He didn't absorb the flame by drawing them in, there was no sign that he was the one doing it. Simply put the flames would just start to die, being robbed of their heat as Concord consumed all of it. His foe had brought him a midnight battery and he wasn't going to put it to waste.

"Kid," He said, looking back at the girl who'd just blown herself away."How many more of those do you think you've got in you?" As he spoke he eyed the flaming skeleton. From the looks of things, his eyes weren't the way to solve this battle, which meant he'd just have to get creative. Rushing the man his hand began to siphon heat one more, however, this time he sought to grasp the man's skeletal head. Where he would attempt to weaken the bone with the biting cold and neutralize the flame around it before with a quick tightening of his grip he'd fracture its skull.

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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Orph » Wed Jul 18, 2018 8:12 pm

Metahuman situation in Washington. Primary objective is to evacuate the POTUS. Abaddon sighed, as he approached the capital in his stealth plane. There wasn't much space for anyone save him, but enough that he could evacuate at least two people. The VPOTUS wasn't anywhere near by, of course, and the Secret Service would get everyone else out the usual way. Really, there was only one reason the Second Shadow was even there. Charles is in that building.

The former Secretary of State was meeting with the sitting Commander in Chief today, at a most un-fortuitous time. He'd summoned his apprentice to expedite their egress, and Carter had responded quickly. Now, the plane was close enough to the White House that the Black Phantom could enter, crashing through the window. He had a feeling that the damage wouldn't matter- if the fighting got close enough, the historic building had little chance of surviving.

Ducking past surprised Secret Service agents, with too little time to explain that he was on their side, Abaddon made his way to the Oval Office. Charles was holding a hand-gun, which he'd gotten fro who-knows-where, and the President hiding underneath his desk. He made a terrified sound at Carter's arrival, but Hudson merely nodded.

"Let's get out of here."

They led the POTUS to the roof, where the Second Shadow opened the plane's cockpit to let them inside. Abaddon and his mentor didn't speak, not wanting to reveal their connection to the mostly-in-the-dark President, who as blubbering something unimportant. They left, headed for Camp David, where things would be relatively safer.
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Washington D.C. is one of the most well-protected cities on the planet. The capital of the nation, where the President lives- it's only logical. Much of the paranoia is directed towards the White House itself, but the rest of the city is designated a location of utmost importance. If it were to be destroyed in a fight between meta-humans, and the military were nowhere to be found, America would be a laughingstock.

That was why the National Guard existed. The actual military wasn't anywhere nearby, not in large numbers, but the National Guard could field dozens of helicopters, soldiers, and even tanks, within minutes. The infantry, at the moment, was still approaching, but helicopters were much faster. Six of them were the first to arrive, with massive weapons mounted on their exteriors. Indiscriminately, they opened fire, neither knowing or caring who was on what side. Bullets only- none of the pilots wanted to be the one who accidentally fired a missile into the already half-destroyed Washington Monument.
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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Magnusson » Wed Jul 18, 2018 11:17 pm


So, blood was drawn. This nightmarish thing could be felled, it could be beaten. The crackling axe spun in a wide arc back to his hand, slapping against his palm with a satisfying thwack. His face stayed grim, eyes locked on the repulsed foe. This enemy was fast - he'd need to be ready -

Now.

His Eldest-eyes tracked the Vaxian through the air, but at his old age, the Forge was significantly outclassed. In his prime, he'd have easily kept up with the grapple; now all he could do was roll with it. The invader clasped his hands around the Forge's metal arm and sent him rocketing through the obelisk behind him. He emerged through the other side and skidded across the stone ground to the grass, digging his metallic fingers into the dirt to slow his momentum. They dug ten-meter long gashes into the ground, but he stopped successfully.

Huffing, he sprinted back through the hole his body had made in the side of the monument, the lights on the inside of the structure flickering as tourists who had been on the upper floor evacuated. Such rapid movement taxed him, but there was a fight to be had, and though his muscles ached, he nonetheless leaped through the hole with boundless resolve, landing at the side of the girl. What was she still doing here?

And look who we have here, he thought, an x-masked ally making his own presence known.
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"Cross. Good man, showing here. Seems you were right," he admitted, turning his axe over in his hands as a new threat emerged. This one was otherworldly in a different sense; he could smell it on him. Some nano-forged armsman shot at the demon just as Cross charged forward, but both seemed to have forgotten the little one.

He turned to her just as the authorities arrived, his Eldest-eyes narrowing in on their guns. He knew these mortals and their ways, and knew that to them, he would be thought of as a threat. As the machine-guns burst, he motioned to place himself between the girl and the copters, raising his accursed metal arm as one would a shield. Bullets ricocheted from the indestructible surface, but to him, it still felt the same as striking a raw nerve. They were shooting at all of them save for Cross, given his position, and that meant they were a risk to those who lacked godly endurance. These machines would do nothing to aid them, only hinder them; for the safety of all involved, they'd need to be landed.

A few bullets caught him in the face, leaving small purple bruises, but most were simply deflected from his shining left bicep and forearm. Spinning his axe, he focused upon the air surrounding the copters, stirring it with primordial forces until a powerful gale cocked them to the side. They would spin to and fro, but there was no doubt in his mind that they would crash. It was as though a massive wall of wind would repulse the copters, preventing their interference. The message was simple: they were not safe.

More than likely they won't listen, he thought bitterly, flexing his mechanical limb.

"Stay close," he ordered the girl, flipping the axe over in his hand a final time to bring it back to a ready position. The fact that she was still here meant she was probably a superhuman, rather than just an idiot that wandered too close to danger. Until he saw what she could do, though? He'd assume he was in a stronger position to fight Cyrolus... and whatever this thing was that had come with him.


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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Cyrolus » Thu Jul 19, 2018 4:34 am

Cyrolus felt the heat explode around him, the very fires of hell engulfing the impromptu battlefield as everything he could see became coated in towering flames. For him he was trapped within a blazing inferno but, for the others around him the fires would appear to be normal size. Cyrolus had been shrunk to a point where he could travel in the gaps between the stones as if they were hallways but, he had no idea what had shrunk him to this size until another defender arrived. This one was the one who had shrunk him which meant that he could reverse the process but, in the mind of the monarch asking for it was out of the question. Instead he would beat the man until he coughed out both the answer and blood.

Another offensive blitz rocketed towards the Wrecker of Worlds but, this time he was ready for any tricks. As the lasers came he increased his bodies over all density forcing the scorching hot focused light to leave naught more than smoking holes in his clothes. As the tackle came Cyrouls readied his feet in a single movement he side-stepped, locked one hand around an arm, used the other to guide the body, and with all of his might combined with the momentum of the Atom would throw him in the direction of the capitol building.

It was then that he understood the effects of the shrink. Despite the shift in size his own strength remained untouched if not pushed even further by the compact size. Their attempt at weakening him had only made him stronger for in this shrunken state he could enter the bodies of his enemies, snap their brain stems, or rip apart their hearts. All were viable tactics however, the risk that this effect was permanent made him wary of attempting them. Had he possessed more information about the impermanent nature of the shrink he would have surely used it to his advantage but, in the current situation he considered this a permanent change that he had to revert. Moments after throwing Atom Cyrolus would give chase leaving the current battle behind him for the moment while he figured out the solution to his 'little' problem.

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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Atom » Thu Jul 19, 2018 4:58 am

The feeling of having an attack miss was not a particularly rewarding one; and as Cyrolus had quickly dodged the tackle and grabbed onto the Quantum Suit, Atom had the unshakable feeling of knowing that he’d fucked up. Gratuitously.

One moment, he felt the pull of the alien’s arm around his own, and the next he was sent careening at thousands of miles an hour. A thunderclap, seemingly occurring from thin air, erupted above the lawns of the Washington Monument as Stervos broke the sound barrier within seconds, the white walls of the Capitol Building barreling towards him before he impacted the side of the monumental structure with a horribly destructive level of force.

Far off in the distance from the Washington Monument, what looked like a horrific explosion occurred at the Capitol. The transferrence of Stervos’ kinetic energy and momentum, in his shrunken state, was enough to level about half of the East Wing of the building entirely, spraying debris skyward as Mitchell struck the wall before him like military ordanance. To any civilian onlookers, it looked like the Capitol had just been bombed.

Stervos was prone, nearly unscathed among piles of rubble belonging to what used to be part of a historic building. He didn’t want to know how much shit he’d catch for this— in fact, he couldn’t think about it, seeing as he was tossed like a fuckin’ ragdoll.

Mitchell counted down the seconds in his head. For the love of fuckin’ Christ, have the field collapse and revert him.

He wasn’t sure how long it’d take, but by God it needed to be soon.

”Nicolas, I just— uh, I just leveled a quarter of the Capitol Building. Big guy’s got a hell of a throwing arm.” Mitchell stated into the comms piece, breathing heavily as he did damage control. Nothing major. Yet. At least the suit was doing its job.

The HUD visor upon the ASAPS beeped twice to alert Mitchell of an incoming threat. Sure enough, in all his glory— Cyrolus, the hulking LEGO Minifigure of death was on his way. Deciding to meet the warlord halfway, Stervos shed the rubble from around the ASAPS and darted into the air, using the superior speed of the winged ASAPS to approach the alien much faster than originally anticipated. Using the mechanical arms on the back of the suit, he’d attempt to have two of them reach out and stab at Cyrolus’ eyes in an attempt to blind or stun him, depending on how effective the landing hit was. Given his role was merely to delay, he’d attempt to keep his distance while directing the lasers towards the alien’s face as much as possible to obscure his vision and disorient him, flying around in clockwise circles.

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Re: Landfall (Open RP)

Post by Cyrolus » Thu Jul 19, 2018 5:51 am

It was true; Cyrolus was much stronger in his shrunken form. His eyes watched with a destructive glee as the building Atom collided with seemed to have detonated from the impact. He rushed him again, perhaps he hadn't learned that such an action had repercussions when repeated. This time though he targeted a natural weak point, the eyes. Two metal arms lashed out with speed that shocked the invader; not out of comparison to his own but rather how unexpected it was given the speeds he'd witnessed so far.

If the purpose of the attack was to remove the eyes than it could've been considered ineffective but, if the purpose of the attack was to disorient him than it had worked. If only for a moment the Extinction level Entity was stricken with the excruciating pain of having his eyes prodded by blade like fingers. He was forced to shut them long enough for a consecutive blasts of heated plasma to begin peppering his face. It was as if thousands of microscopic bombs were detonating against his face in a circle which, when combined with the previous attack against his eyes left him dazed. The confusion seeped into his brain before it was washed away by the realization of the pattern the Atom was moving in. The third barrage hit his eyes and he began counting the amount of milliseconds he would have before the next. As the third barrage ended he began counting in his mind before lunging outwards at what he hoped was the perfect timing. His eyes would open and the first words he had spoken all battle would fall from his mouth.

"Enough"


The monarch's voice was deep, rugged, and filled with countless years of battle hardened rage. It held a passive amount of fury that by the last letter became fully active. It was a voice very few species had heard and none had survived to tell others of its terrifying sound. The words were accompanied by the downwards swing of both of his hands, their densities shifting immediately before impact with what he hoped was the two mechanical arms that kept pestering him. He would look to use his hands like axes and sever the two mechanical arms. Then with blinding speed he would swing his own head like a hammer, momentarily increasing the density of his own forehead as he looked to, regardless of if he severed the arms or not, daze the atom long enough for him to take hold of the machine's neck. If his hand found purchase he would begin flying downwards while shifting his own density to allow this planets gravity to accelerate them towards the grass below.
"Fix THIS!"

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