Highpoint. The district of the middle class lifestyle and surprisingly good nightlife. Supervillains didn't seem so interested in this one, except for those super-powered street muggers who get their ass handed to them on a platter more often than not. People here always had money for their life necessities and did not have anything to complain about, life was good.
But rumors have spread throughout the whole city about a gang... The Gray Gang, originating in Highpoint. It's said their members are often super-powered, thus making the gang itself more feared than your standard gun-wielding gang. The only hint of a leader was spread as a rumor as well, it's said a mysterious man known only as Mr. Gray is the gang leader. A whole gang of supervillains would mean a lot of trouble and would be a tempting thing to investigate for superheroes.
The Gray Gang has already been tied to several murders involving super powers, or so the police thought, judging by the condition of the victim's corpse. The murders were tied to The Gray Gang, due to eye-witnesses claiming to have seen a man in a gray costume near the places of murder, but thinking it was just another superhero patrolling Highpoint.
It was midnight, when most of the city was asleep, but Highpoint had it's best parties at night, thus only most of the district was sleeping, but still a considerable amount was out enjoying themselves. Highpoint's bank was not often robbed, but tonight would be an exception... an african american man was approaching it, he would be considered normal, if not for his right arm. It was replaced by a thicker and longer robotic arm, indicating that he was a cyborg. Coming up to the closed bank he merely punched through the front entrance with his robotic arm. The alarm was triggered, but as the night guard drew his pistol he was shot with an electrical arc from the cyborg's robotic arm, leaving him wounded on the floor. The cyborg didn't worry about the police, by the time they will arrive he would already be gone with the money. The only thing that could stop him now were those god-damned capes... he hoped for the best that none were around.
There been way to much magic going around. It was annoying, he needed to get back to basics back to what he did best. So like most creatures of the night he prowled. Rotten Luck was on the hunt there been a new gang moving into Highpoint and he was out to do some community service.
It wasn't long till he spotted three of the Rook gang members dealing drugs on the streets. They looked like they were hanging out, but could tell they weren't just punks hanging out under the streetlamp. He waited till he did see them make a few deals, heck even he wasn't just going to bash heads randomly.
Time for action he did what he does best came roaring out of the darkness like a monster movie nightmare came to life. His first target was the antsy one the one that seemed to want to bolt even before he showed himself. There was one in almost every group. The coward went down with a few punches having had the upper hand with the scare and surprised. The other two weren't be so easy as he turned he felt a blast of negative energy strike his chest. "Seems you fellows ran into some Rotten Luck."
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
[url=http://cityoftitans.com/comment/53545#comment-53545]Rhythiel[/url] soared over Highpoint, getting used to the changes in the aerodynamics of her wings. Feathers made for a lot better control than the bare leather she'd had for centuries, but it would take time for her to learn how to control the nuances. But the rainbow of colors, from red at the wing roots to a deep purple at the tips, looked much better, in her opinion. Plus it was an indication that she wasn't just her mother's pawn anymore.
A flare of energy seen out of the corner of her eye drew her attention: the [I]draugr[/I] Rotten Luck breaking up a drug deal. She stooped and dove toward the group, but pulled out when she heard the alarm go off a few blocks away. She passed over the fight at about fifteen feet up and close to sixty miles per hour, headed towards the bank...
Foradain, Mage of Phoenix Rising.
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Dennis Cain ,better known to other heroes and local civilization as Demrius, was in his favorite sandwich shop, finishing of the last of 8 foot long hoagies as the shop closed and took notice to some rather strange individuals in an ally way, about 100 feet from his current location. "Well, look at that."
He said to himself as he slapped down his money on the table and prepared to confront the drug dealers, noticing Rotten, having a brawl with them, hearing him say something to the last two standing, and charged toward the fray, his large body moving at surprising, speed with even more surprising stealth as a bowling ball like fist slammed into the side of the jaw of one of the dealers, he couldn't make out if it was the same one who blasted Rotten or not.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Alicia Crane, better known to the public as the reformed hero Unstoppable, zipped back and forth through the skies, flying from one side of the city to the other as she handled the various emergencies that were radioed in through her ear-piece. Despite the gravity of her tasks, the teenager's face was calm, and almost unfeeling; it almost looked like she didn't care, or wasn't paying attention. When her orders stopped, at least for the moment, she stopped in the air and took a few deep breaths. The air behind Alicia rushed up to meet her, tossing her blond hair against her dark skin, even despite its short length. Snorting in mild annoyance, she brushed it out of the way as something caught her attention in the corner of her eye. It seemed to be a blast of some sort, at least at first glance, but from her altitude, it was hard to see if it was some sort of freak accident, or some sort of confrontation.
Seeing as there was nothing for her to deal with according to the communications channel, she rocketed down to the ground, the baggier parts of her open track jacket and combat pants blowing back in the wind. Her eyes glow a brilliant white as she touches down, slamming her feet into the ground and digging ruts into the pavement as she skids to a stop. Alicia knits her brows in an expression of pure concentration as she enters a defensive stance, taking in the scene.
"What's the situation, brief me," she says tonelessly. Her words come fast, reenforcing the idea that she's ready for action.
[color=#ff0000]Composition Team[/color]
While the heroes were busy outside, the cyborg punched at the vault with his robotic arm, right besides the door, so he can then get his fingers behind it and pull it out more easily. After he had pulled the door off, a loud noise was made when the door impacted the ground. The cyborg entered the vault and looked around, then untied a bag from his belt and began to fill it up with money.
Police sirens could be heard wailing as well, as they darted through the streets, drawing closer to the bank.
Rotten was about to be hit by a bat when Demrius intercepted the attack. With a quick fake left jab followed by a right hook the third drug dealer went down. Reaching down he picked up the energy blaster "Hmm a Tristar Mark three. Not bad bit of hardware. Wonder how a drug pusher got his hands on it." That when he heard the police sirens and looked down the street to the Bank hearing a loud crash. "Seems the night just starting. Looks like someone making an unauthorized withdrawal from the bank. Puzzle solving later." He placed some arrest transporter tags on the Rooks with a quick note of why he took them down he then charged for the bank. "Nothing like good old street sweeping to get the blood flowing!"
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Rhythiel paused at the front of the bank, noting the shattered front door and the guard on the floor, as well as the approach of Rotten and two other people she didn't recognize. "Hello, Rotten Luck." To the others, she said, "I'm Rhythiel. Celestial and infernal magic. The guard looks like he was shocked, but his breathing seems to be steadying; and I heard something inside that seems very strong." She looked over Demrius and Unstoppable...
Foradain, Mage of Phoenix Rising.
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Demrius lunged high into the air, his body moveing into the direction of the flying heros. When he finally landed his body dropped somewhat behind the rest of the group. "What's the plan?"
Once through asking the question the familiar durable bone plateing formed over his arms and legs aswell as a new spot on his face and chest.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
The cyborg counted each stack of dollar bills as he placed them in the bag. When he was finished he tied the bag closed and to his belt, leaving it hanging again. He then stepped out of the vault and saw superheroes gathering in front of the bank. "Shit..." He mumbled, while the heroes could notice that the bag wasn't even half full. The cyborg didn't want to be caught it seemed, as he soon ran off to the wall on his left and punched at it with his robotic arm. His punch gave off a shockwave, sending the whole wall flying away as pieces of rubble. He then made his escape, though he didn't have any speed enhancements, only his normal human legs, making it easy to catch up to him for those who had enhanced speed or other means of traveling faster than normal humans. He soon came up to another wall, it was a store next to the bank, he punched through it as well, the building was luckily empty, just as the cyborg hoped. He entered through the hole.
By the time the cyborg had entered the now rubble filled store the police turned the corner to the street on which the bank was. They came to a screeching halt in front of it and all of them got out with their pistols ready, but then they noticed the vault door completely ripped off and the giant hole in the wall. "Did you guys see what the fuck was this 'thing'?" One of them asked a question directed at the superheroes.
"Humanoid, male, mechanical right arm. A least one guard wounded." Rhythiel would normally be more polite, but she had to take to the air to best follow the robber. As she did so, she set her comm to a frequency used by heroes to coordinate with police, and identified herself. "Rhythiel, following the bank robber by air," adding his current location and heading. "He's using the rubble to delay ground pursuit, he may go underground if he gets to that subway entrance ahead of him."
Foradain, Mage of Phoenix Rising.
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At that moment, the roar of a motorcycle engine could be heard as it drifted around the corner and zoomed down the street before skidding to a halt. Even through the leathers that they were wearing, it was obvious that the rider was impressively built. But as she sat up straight, her most feminine features became obvious as her unzipped dark blue leather jacket rode back to reveal a tied crop-top that was rather full. Her ensemble was finished off by tight dark blue leather riding pants and knee-high black riding boots.
A couple of the male cops stared as she dismounted and doffed her half-helmet to reveal proud Nordic features, eyes like two chips of palest ice, and a full head of platinum blonde hair. Her full red lips spread back into a smirk as she took in the stares. Emblazoned on the side of the silver-gray gas tank of her motorcycle was the word SLEIPNIR.
She pulled a three-foot length of pipe off the bike, which caused several of the officers to swivel their weapons in her direction. She held up a gloved hand at that. "Calm yourselves officers, I am here to assist."
She looked towards the superheroes and nodded, then raised the pipe and banged it on the asphalt. There was an explosion of sound and light, not unlike a crack of thunder. When the light faded, she was clad in battle armor that encompassed elements that were both ancient and futuristic. The pipe had transformed into a beautiful gold and silver six foot-long spear that she held in a reverse grip with the point towards the ground and the spear's length traveling up her arm. She strode proudly over to the heroes.
When she spoke, her voice was now deeper and more resonant, but still feminine. "Greetings, I am Magnhild Thorsdottir. What can I do to assist?"
[color=#FF7F50]Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.[/color]
Demrius was standind there, the sound of the bank robber bursting through walls and what not caused him to turn his head. Only to hear a motorbike slowly come to a halt. Then there was a flash and the person on the bike completely changed right before his eyes.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
"Alright we got a chase people. If he gets underground we lose him for sure. It's a bloody maze down there." He charged through the bank and out the damaged wall. As he ran he sniffed the air trying to catch the scent of the cyborg.
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Demrius took off right behind Rotten, his massive frame actually breaking pieces of the wall as tried to force his way through. The familar armor over him was more durable then the bricks so moveing was rather easy as long as he went in shoulder first.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
He spoke into the intercom "Alright we are looking at superstrength at least. Judging by the guard the perp has some kind of stun capability as well." Nodding to Demrius Rotten opened a portal in front of him and one much farther down hoping to get in front of the running Cyborg. It wasn't even half a second between when the portal finished forming and Rotten rushed through. Note the exit portal facing the other way so he would be coming at the cyborg now.
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
When the others mobilize to try and catch the cyborg thief, Alicia launches herself forward, shooting through the air as she approaches the cyborg at a rapid pace. When the portal opens and another figure steps forth, rushing the cyborg, Alicia slows down and kicks at the cyborg's back, hoping to knock him into the approaching hero for additional punishment. "Catch!"
[color=#ff0000]Composition Team[/color]
Rhythiel saw Rotten open a portal and come out of it, and the young woman kicking the robber towards him. She smiled as she realized the woman had slowed down just before kicking, rather than striking at her top speed. Restraint was a valuable asset in a superhero. She came down into a hover about ten feet up, and ten feet to the right of the expected path of the robber, ready to lunge and grab him if the game of soccer didn't go as planned...
Foradain, Mage of Phoenix Rising.
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Even with all the attacks going around Demrius burst through the wall dusting some eof the debris from his large shoulder. The sound of his exposed bone pulling back into his flesh could be heard right before the kick was thrown. His arms up with open palms just incase something goes wrong.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
With a flash of movement, Magnhild appeared on the side opposite Rhythiel, boxing the cyborg in. She spun her spear into a two-handed grip, ready to intercept the cyborg with the haft if he tried to change his path.
[color=#FF7F50]Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.[/color]
Rotten wouldn't even need to sniff to see where the cyborg had gone. There was a rather large hole in the back of the store and through it he could see the cyborg rushing for an alley ahead. As Rotten Luck teleports in front of him, he would have his path cut off in the alley. The cyborg stared the zombie down, but soon was kicked in the back and sent flying forward towards Rott. Instead of letting himself be bullied, the cyborg's mechanical arm was suddenly enveloped in an electrical field, as he extended his arm towards Rotten, possibly punching him with the momentum of the kick, while electrocuting him at the same time. The electrical blast would be strong enough to knock out a normal human, but not kill.
A few things ran through rotten's mind. One he was dead so electricity wouldn't bother him much, second was being hit by a flying wrecking ball might. After all that arm did have enough power and force to break down walls. Last thing his fighter's instinct told him, was he couldn't dodge this. So instead of bracing for impact he relaxed absorbing the blow as it connected with his chest and send him back into the road. It was simple logic or in this case experience. Being hit with enough force you hit the ground if you brace and harden your body you risk greater damage, go limp your ragdoll. At the same time it did allow you to spring up faster and spreads the damage out wider, of course you still risk broken bones and internal damage. His arm snapped and he was sure his rib punctured his lung.
He still rolled over and stood resetting the broken arm and letting the magic repair the damage. "I thiwk that hurwt a litwle. My tuwn." Than Rotten sent a kick for the rising cyborg figured he would be standing up by now.
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Watching the battle below , the keen sighted figure soared ever so high in a circular pattern. He'd seen this before here. Villains come, heroes fight, lather , rinse repeat. He was bored however, and when the cyborg that had robbed the bank was surrounded, he figured he would even the odds. 5 on 1 just became 5 on 2 . He dove at the closest hero , avoiding the massive hulking figure. His target was the brightly colored winged thing. The Raptor was here to play......His own wings tucked away, he didnt need them to fly, more of a show and intimidation, or launching point for his weapons. He hadnt brought any of his wing mounted weapons with him today, so he tucked his wings in and dove like a missle towards the heroes.
Demrius took his turn chargeing at the cyborge his massive arm cocked back as he prepaired to deliver a crippleing lariat moveing around rottens flying body .
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Rhythiel twisted, falling almost out of the way, but ten feet wasn't enough room to maneuver. So she took the blow on her head, or more precisely her right horn. It cushion the blow enough to save her from a concussion, but it still hurt. "We have a new contestant!" She reached up to grab any appendage she could before he got away...
Foradain, Mage of Phoenix Rising.
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She was able to grab Raptor's ankle as he tried to dart by, after his strike. Her grip was strong and he fell to the ground with a thud when she grabbed him. He didnt waste time laying there however, he kicked away in an attempt to free himself while pulling a small device from off his belt. As he did he tapped his odd shaped hood and glasses and ear protection slid into place. He had dropped a type of flashbang...........
As the cyborg was getting up he heard Rotten talking about his own turn to strike, that might've been a mistake as the cyborg was mid-way in getting up, but suddenly puched the ground, his robotic arm emitting a shockwave that would throw the zombie back if not avoided, which was hard, due to the wide range of the shockwave, but Demrius managed to get a punch to the cyborg's head, which proved to be super effective, breaking the cyborg's jaw and making fall upon the ground once again. It seemed like the only cyborg feature about him was his arm. As he lied on the floor stunned he couldn't get up, but he could still hear... someone else had joined the battle... and it wasn't a hero... Shit, he thought, the last thing he wanted is to be tied up with a supervillain.
Demrius took the opportunity to attack on the already stunned cyborg both of his hands forming a hammerlock grip high above his head as he threw them down onto where the cyborg was laying, if it connected his fists would slam into the robot mans chest and place a fair sized creator in the ground under him.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Seeing that the draugr and the giant were battling the one with the metal arm, Magnhild moved to assist the winged devil. She leveled her spear and a concussive bolt of light shot forth, impacting the object the attacker had dropped and sending it skittering down the road towards a nearby storm drain.
She started to run, then leapt into the air and brandished her spear in an two-handed grip with the haft over her left shoulder . Her feet landed astride the winged attacker's prone body with a much heavier crunch than someone of her apparent weight should have been capable pf producing and the spear plunged downwards... to stop just short of penetrating his throat. "Were we in my realm, blaggard, your head would have already been set upon a pike. Do not move."
[color=#FF7F50]Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.[/color]
Alicia's eyes widened as she saw Demrius prepare his attack, noting the amount of power that he was able to put behind his blows after seeing how he had knocked his own way through the wall. In a flash of movement, she dove forward, straddling the cyborg and raising her arms before crossing them to block the blow. She winced as the attack made contact, digging her feet into the ground and causing a shockwave to emanate from the point of impact. The ground did indeed dent, forming around crater as Alicia and the cyborg underneath her were sent a little further into the ground. Despite her change in position, however, her stance and block remained intact. She takes a deep breath after absorbing the impact, then looks Demrius in the eye as she speaks.
"He's had enough. A blow like that might have killed him. Bind him, and be done with it."
[color=#ff0000]Composition Team[/color]
Dennis, had slowly started to rear his arms back as he brought them down, the bit of the force that caused the both of them to sink into the ground was still just toned down and he allowed the bone armor to seep back under his skin."Bind him with what?"
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
"A bit of rebar, if you're careful, should work." Rhythiel indicated a piece protruding from a nearby hole in a wall. "Zip Ties for this one, until the police get here. Unless someone has actual cuffs?"
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"Bet the Cyborg would pop the cuffs. Then again maybe not he only has one cybernetic arm." Rotten got out a bit of jerky from his pocket and started munching on it. "Normally I just knock the thugs out."
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1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Demrius has started talking about how he would have to bend the re bar, only to pause mid sentence and smell the jerky, remembering its been about and hour since his last meal..He reached into his own pocket and pulled out something wrapped in aluminum foil and unwrapped it it was a chicken leg, he tossed the foil aside and ate the whole thing in 2 bites, bone and all.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Magnhild stepped off to the side so that she wasn't standing over him, but kept her spear at the winged attacker's throat. "You will stand and place your hands behind your back. To do otherwise will earn my ire."
[color=#FF7F50]Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.[/color]
"Hey Demrius you strong enough to bend a metal bar? There should be one around here somewhere maybe in the rubble from the wall the Cyborg smashed. Use that as cuffs, at the elbows that way if he tied to use the cybernetics to break it he rip his real arm off."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Pulling out two long zip ties in case the unknown assailant decided to be sensible, Rhythiel commented, "And trust me, you don't want to earn her ire." She'd never met Magnhild before, but anyone who called herself Thor's Daughter either [I]was[/I] Thor's Daughter, or was tough enough (or maybe crazy enough) to think she could get away with it. None of those possibilities bode well for someone who earned her ire.
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Demrius walked toward a rather large pile of rubble and slapped a rather large piece of stone to the side and shuffled through until finding a 4 foot long bar of 2inch thick metal and dragged it back toward the cyborg and tied a double knot at the cyborgs elbows as if it were a pipe cleaner. "That should do it."
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Raptor stood there wondering how this could have happened. He put his hands behind his back as instructed, then started fiddling with something.
As Rhythiel stepped behind the unknown to bind his hands, she noticed the fiddling. She grabbed for both hands, dropping the zip ties, hoping to force him to drop whatever he was fiddling with.
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The cyborg was now tied up with a bar of metal, though he didn't express any further resistance, only stared at the sky, thinking about the future.
"That takes care of that" Demrius said as he lifted the cyborg unto his feet with his right arm.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
When Magnhild saw Rhythiel drop the bindings and grab at Raptor's hands, she whirled the spear around, intending to knock him out with a blow to his temple from the the blunt end of the spear.
[color=#FF7F50]Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.[/color]
At that point three of the police members came through the hole in the shop, only to see the cyborg already bound in a metal bar, but then noticed there was still fighting going on. One of them raised his pistol, but was soon shouted at. "Hold your fire! One of them's a cape." Afterwards all of them approached the cyborg. One took the bag of money off of him, another kept an eye on the remaining battle,while the third watched the cyborg closely.
Rythiel caught raptor trying to drop another small device on the ground, as she grabbed his hands he let go of the now blinking object. It was another flashbang. As he tried to wrestle away from rythiel, the blunt end of the spear came up and hit him on the temple. He was out cold. He went limp and fell forward as the device went off.
The flash-bang went off at Rhythiel's hooves, lightly burning them and deafening her and blinding her normal sight, albeit temporarily. She eased him to the ground, then sat down herself, waiting for the effects to wear off.
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Because she was following through with her swing, Magnhild was turned away from the grenade went it went off. It affected her very little and she looked down at Rhythiel. "You are one of the daughters of Lillith, are you not?"
[color=#FF7F50]Putting yourself in another persons shoes emotionally is something that everyone has to experience eventually. It's part of learning to be a human being. Roleplayers do it for fun.[/color]
Rhythiel could barely make out what Magnhild had said. "Yes, but I'm climbing out of that pit. As far as I can tell, she's got no hold left on me, which leaves me free to figure out ways to repair the damage I did while I was following her orders." Her voice was a bit loud. She blinked a few times, hoping to clear her vision.
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Rotten walked over to where Rhythiel and Magnhild were and spoke to Magnhild "Ya she's good. Fought beside her during some mess before. As a warrior ya know how combat shows truth more than words." He sniffed the air "Ya got Norse magic in ya." It wasn't a question or a challenge just statement of fact.
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Personal rules of good roleplay
1.) Nothing goes as planned.
2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"I'm gonna go get something to eat." Dennis said as he walked off to a hotdog stand and asked for 5 foot longs with all the works chili cheese and onions. He walked back toward the rest of the group hot dogs in hand takeing little time to eat them all." Well." He said licking some chili from his large fingers.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Magnhild listened to Rhythiel and nodded, then looked over at Rotten as he spoke. She seemed to look past him, as if she was searching for a puppet's strings. "Where is your master, draugr?"
Before he had time to answer, she watched Demrius tuck away the five foot-longs and began chuckling. "My friend, you are nearly as big as a Jotun and have an appetite to match Volstagg!" She then clapped him on his upper arm and turned back to look at Rotten.
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Dennis turned his head over to Rotten as she talked to him ,shrugging after the slap on the arm.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
He took another bite of jerky "No Master or Mistress here. I be my own man still got my free will, and all that goes with it. Hel gave me an offer to send me back, didn't tell me what kind of condition my body would be when I returned. Guess she got that from her Father."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Dennis moved over to a car and took a seat on it forgetting how big he was as the alarm almost instantly went off."Oops." He hopped up and sidesteped back beside rotten.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Magnhild growled. "Yes, Hel did inherit my uncle's penchant for making bargains that are detrimental to the other. You have my sympathy... what do you call yourself? As I said before the scrap, I am Magnhild Thorsdottir."
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He looked at Demris "Any chance that Hotdog vender still have anything in stock?" Then to Magnhild "Call myself Rotten Luck for obvious reasons. My birth name is Ron Bolton."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
"And I am Rhythiel, in case you didn't catch it earlier. Is that spear..." She trailed off. The power in the spear was about what you'd expect from an artifact of a major deity, but if Odin wasn't carrying it anymore...
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"Well met, Rotten Luck and Rhythiel. If you were going to ask if this is Gungnir, then the answer is yes." Magnhild said, looking over at the Lilim.
Receiving a questioning look in return, she began to explain. "During a particularly vicious attack by a combined force of frost giants, trolls, and fire devils, my grandfather took to the field. We were victorious, but in the last moments of battle, a devil we had thought dead rose up and stabbed him with a dagger. It was made of corrupted Ur, so it passed through his armor like it wasn't there. What's worse, the dagger was poisoned. Our healers could not determine what the All-Father had been poisoned with, so they fed him one of Idunn's apples. His countenance immediately improved, but he remained unconscious and nothing we did could rouse him."
Magnhild stopped for a moment as her anger threatened to get the better of her. Once she was calm again, she continued. "By this realm's calendar, that was more than a year ago. Reluctantly, my father took the throne and granted me the privilege of wielding Gungnir. He has sent me to this realm to assist in the protection of the humans and other residents of Midgard."
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"A year ago?... Hmm." How long ago was it when he was bound to the Hel stone? The other Orbs showing up soon after. He looked up at the sky thinking "When did the trouble that lead to that battle begin? Was it about five years ago?"
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"They should...." He turned his attention back to the one who slapped his arm."And I'm demrius...nice to meet you."
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
The policeman who was watching the battle saw Raptor getting knocked out, he approached him, then looked at Demrius. "Bind this one as well. There's no knowing how strong he is." The policeman who watched the cyborg was sent away by the one who took the bag of money and walked quickly back to the police cars. The policeman opened the bag of money and counted each stack, then soon closed it, approaching the cyborg and leaning down to him. "Mr. Gray sends his regards." He said, as his arm took a steel-like metallic color, which he used to smash the cyborg's skull into his brain. The cyborg went limp and the man slowly rose up, as all of his remaining skin turned a metallic color as well.
Magnhild was about to answer Rotten when there was a flurry of movement over near the cyborg. She looked over just in time to see the police officer smash the cyborg's skull in. "HONORLESS DOG!' she roared, swiveling her spear up and unleashing a blast of light aimed directly at the metal man's chest.
Before it had even had a chance to hit, she'd shifted her grip and made a flying leap at the new villain, fully intending to ram the spear through his torso.
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Even as Magnhild leapt, Rhythiel sang, and the notes of her song sought out the metal man's soul to pin it (and him) in place...
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As he was pinned in place by Rhythiel, Magnhild's attacks were sure to hit. The blast hit him in the chest, but he didn't stagger back due to Rhythiel's singing. The spear hit him in the torso, but no penetration was made as a metallic sound echoed through the streets, only his policeman uniform was damaged. "Was that supposed to make a dent?" He asked with a smirk that soon turned into a short and light chuckle.
In her rage, Magnhild had not lined up her spear properly and so the blade skittered off the metal man's chest instead of penetrating. She rolled past their foe and came to her feet again, her teeth gritted as she mentally chastised herself for making such a mistake.
"FATHER! Assist me!" she beseeched as she raised Gungnir towards the sky. Dark storm clouds formed rapidly overhead, then she pointed Gungnir at the enemy. A lightning bolt shot out of the sky and slammed into the blade of the spear, surrounding it in a crackling nimbus of electricity. Magnhild loosed another war-cry and charged the metal man.
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Demrius looked back, deeming it important at this point to get involved, and grabbed onto the bumper on a nearby car, the same one he sat on and ripping it clean off before walking toward the man who killed the cyborg. His pace was slower then Magnhild and was not nearly as intense, and he swung the bumper into the metal man, regardless of if Magnhild made contact or not.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
Rhythiel continued her Song, keeping him pinned while watching for clues as to his nature. Her first clues: he did, in fact, have a soul, and he was apparently very tough...
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Blood, life blood, death was on the air and his nostrils flared. There were reasons he didn't kill, one he didn't like it, two... what he became does. His eyes now solid black turned to focus on the Not a Policeman. Then he charged an animal on the hunt.
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
As Magnhild charged the metal man he grabs her spear to stop the attack, the electricity seemingly did no damage to him. The car soared through the air and crashed into him, it bended on hitting him, but he was still kept in place by Rhythiel. Rotten Luck's attack connected as well, but he would be hit by the electricity coming from the spear coursing through the metal man. He was still pinned in place, so he simply attempted to yank the spear out of Magnhild's hands, having a degree of super-strength, but not as strong as most others.
[I]Spear not working, blunt force trauma not working, electricity not working, looks like insulation under the metal?...[/I] Rhythiel kept her song up as she went to the police car to see if they had any suppressor cuffs. Unfortunately, the only things she had that did damage were her claws (she doubted they'd do better than Gungnir) and her horns and hooves. And they wouldn't hit harder than that car did...
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"RELEASE THE SPEAR OF ODIN, FIEND!!!" Magnhild screamed, any control of her temper long gone. She easily resisted the metal man's attempts to remove Gungnir from her possession, even as she rotated the spear's haft to force his hand and forearm to twist inwards and lock out. The maneuver would end with his elbow pointing skywards and his wrist bent outwards to maintain the grip on the haft. She began moving counter-clockwise to his position, forcing him to either bend his arm inwards at the shoulder or to release Gungnir.
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Rotten was slightly affected by the electricity. Not enough to really show thought and he started punching the metal head. "So is there something chewy under that hard candy shell of yours?" He yelled to the others "So we have anyone that have some kind of cold power?"
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
When Rhythiel moved back to the police cars she could see an ambulance had arrived, just as the shocked man was loaded into the car they left. The other policemen that didn't go further to watch the heroes were investigating the scene. One of them talked to her as she walked past. "So, it's all over there?"
As soon as Magnhild started twisting the spear, he released it. Rotten would be hitting a very VERY hard form of metal with his bare hands, the metal didn't seem like any of the normal ones usually found on planet earth, although had a steel-like appearance. "You're going to stop me with icicles?" He smirked once again, as he attempted to punch the draugr away with an uppercut to the chin.
Still singing to keep the metal man pinned, Rhythiel shook her head. She pulled out her phone and wrote a quick memo, showing it to the one who asked: "No, other cop is shapeshifter working for Grey. Killed suspec. Got any power-suppressr tek? Hes tough."
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Demrius charged into the fight head on, his shoulder lowered as he made full contact with the punch intended for Rotten, the bone like plateing that fomed over his right shoulder arm and the right portion of his face. The impact of the metal on the tought material of the armor coming from Demrius caused a loud bang as if somone fired a shotgun into the air. The impact staggered Demrius back a bit.
--Formerly Jorortis--
Note: Jorortis is still a character of mine and is still going to be in the super group, not Demirus, at least not yet...
He leaped out of the way as Demrius took the hit meant for him. Standing up he cracked his neck "Alright pure fists ain't going to cut it." One of his portals opened, but unlike his normal portal this opened below him and rose up. As it did his costume changed and he summoned the powers Hel granted him. The portal gate closed and now Rotten was dressed in the Reaper outfit (with out face mask) and with a snap of his wrists the Hel powered infused chains came loose. "Well basic physics really. What ever ya are made of have to have some fluidity for ya joints. Freeze something cold enough even metal would shatter. Given we don't seem to have anyone that can reduce ya temperature. Going to have to try a little Hel Fire." The chains then seem to burst into black flames. With a flick of his right arm he sent the end of the chain flying for the gap that opened when Demrius staggered back.
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About 50 yards away there were two people watching the fight atop a roof. One was about 7 feet tall and composed mostly of metal other then his left arm and a portion of his shilded face with glowing solid white eyes. So he was about 700 pounds. He had no weapons visibly on him and his arms were crossed. It was no one other then the demon/human cyborg Jorortis.
"Well look at this." His voice was even more anamotronic showing that the demonic tech was making it way to his vocal chords. He turned his head to figure beside him. Another man who was shorter then him but still tall standing 6'5 and was about 370 pounds his exposed arms covered in tattoos a large 2 handed mace on his back. It was Jourgun."Let's go take a closer look." They both dashed forward leaping all the way to the roof of the bank where the fight was taking place below.
______________________________________________________Demrius was leaning onto a car as he checked his arm for damage a the two others came down..he knew Jorortis from when he went haywire during some kind of meet and greet..but he had no idea who that was with him. Jorortis was also dressed diffrent then the last time he seen him on the news his colors no longer black and white..but white and grey.
--Formerly Jorortis--
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Magnhild spun away from the Gray Agent as he released Gungnir. Quite suddenly, the world seem to slow to a crawl around her.
A golden light seemed to seep in at the corners of reality, steadily growing stronger until everything she could see was awash in the subtly comforting glow. She felt a presence behind her and turned to see the chestplate of her father's armor. She looked up into his blue eyes, the same shade as hers, and smiled. He returned the smile and stroked her face. "My beautiful girl. I am so proud to see you fight with Odin's weapon. Were he awake, I know that he would be as proud, if not prouder. But I have need of Gungnir now. A great threat is poised to do harm to Asgard, and only the power of the All-Father's weapon will dissuade it."
Magnhild frowned, then nodded. "Of course, father. I will continue to fight with my bare hands if I must."
Thor chuckled and both of his hands came up to settle on her shoulders as he leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead. "You are your mother's daughter. You could be clad in your undergarments while armed with a twig and you would still charge into battle with the courage of a lion. But do you truly think that I would leave you without the weapon that you deserve? It has taken centuries, but the dwarven brothers Eltri and Brokkr finally discovered how to shape the materials from the body of the great dragon. Now is not the time for details, but they have crafted one of the finest weapons that I have ever had the pleasure of wielding. Behold Fafnir..."
Thor raised his hand to motion behind her as he gently took Gungnir from her hand. Magnhild spun to see an axe floating before her. The blade glinted in the golden light and Magnhild could easily make out the pattern of the scales that composed its bit and cheek. Jutting off the back of the axe were two ivory spikes, which Magnhild realized were two of the dragon's teeth. The haft had been crafted from the finest Asgardian oak and decorated with several silver rings down its length. The heel of the axe was capped off with a pommel hewn from the ball joint of one of the dragons leg bones.
Magnhild gripped the axe and immediately felt a THRUMMM pass through her arm as the bit heated to an incandescent white. The semi-sentient axe had sensed her approval and rewarded her with its own. She took several practice swings, then turned back to her father, throwing her arms around him. He did the same, then they parted and he stroked her cheek again. "Go forth, my daughter. Make your mother and I proud."
With that, Thor vanished along with the golden light and her perceptions snapped back to real time. She looked down at her hand as if to confirm what had happened. Where she had held Gungnir before, she now held Fafnir.
She grinned, then charged back into the battle, leaping high to bring the glowing axe down upon the shoulder of the Gray Agent.
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"Should we do something?" Jourgun asked his giant friend." Are we going to get paid for it?" He replied which caused Jourgun to shrug his shoulder and simply watch.
--Formerly Jorortis--
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"Yes, of course we have it." He led Rhythiel to one of the police cars and opened the door, he stared into it for a moment, then looked at Rhythiel. "Gone... there must be another one around here..." He closed the car door shut and looked around.
Rotten's flaming chains changed his facial expression around, with the smirk gone he now made a poker-face, the attack itself connected to the metallic man's skin, the chain's blunt force did nothing to him, although the acid-like quality of the flames could be seen dissolving a small bit of the metal man's skin at his arms, which he had used to block it, but expressed no feeling of pain. He caught Magnhild's glowing axe at the corner of his eye, turning to face her. He raised his arm to deflect the blow to his shoulder and make it miss by a few inches instead, but the heated blade made contact with his arm while doing so, but not long enough to melt it.
Rhythiel nodded, and added to her note: "Find it, bring it, 10Q!" She returned to the fight as soon as the police officer had read it.
She landed about ten feet from the metal man and shifted her song slightly. If they had taken the trouble to make suppressors unavailable, perhaps that was a vulnerability. But she hadn't tried this lately; it was one of the "gifts" from her mother, and with those chains broken, the end result might be different...
The strength of the pin reduced slightly, and the song tried to drain his energy...
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"Well then...I wonder if this might help." Demrius had an idea as he saw that the metal man had some what of a weakness to buring like damnage. So he slowly stood to his feet and puffed out his chest and blasting a steady stream of mucus like acid bile with the power of a fire hose towards the metal man.
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--Formerly Jorortis--
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Fafnir whirled in Magnhild's hand and she cursed in Old Norse. "Very well, blaggard. Let us see if you can withstand the fire of a dragon!"
She moved to where her position was forming a tri-point with Rhythiel and Demrius, then held Fafnir up with the bit pointed towards the Gray Agent. Fafnir's edge heated to incandescence and launched three white-hot fireballs at the Gray Agent. But since Demrius had aimed his mucus stream at the Gray Agent's torso, she aimed for his legs.
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The policeman nodded. "Got it." And began to search the other cars with some of the other policemen helping him as Rhythiel flew away.
The metal man didn't seem all that bothered by the energy draining song, but there was some sort of energy to be stolen, but in the end it didn't matter as the acidic bile showered him and started to dissolve his body. He threw the bag of money into the air and yelled out. "Ghost!" the fireballs hit his legs and he began melting down to the ground along with being dissolved.
Everyone would suddenly find it impossible to make any kind of sound within a few blocks radius and neither would they be able to hear anything, just endless silence. The money bag didn't stay in the air for long as it simply vanished.
Demrius as heaved out as much bile as he could before seeming to run out..he dropped to his knees his face a bit pale as he lay there heaveing.
--Formerly Jorortis--
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Rhythiel staggered as the silence cut off her song, interrupting the flow of energy. She looked to where the bag of money had disappeared, hoping to catch sight of some distortion that might indicate a crude stealth field...
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"Hello? Well fuck." He cursed and couldn't even hear himself. Two things came to his mind, sound was air vibrating, so something was controlling the air. The second thing was Demrius who was heaving, did he just kill the metal man? Heck was the guy really alive to begin with. Either way he didn't think Demrius was prepared for the emotional blow of just the possibility. Walking over he placed his hand on Demrius shoulder and gave a slight squeeze the kind that says I'm here for ya. Then he looked at the puddle and cursing himself drew more on the Hel magic within. If the metal man was once alive, or was alive still then he should be able to detect the spirit. Heck he might even find this Ghost person he yelled to.
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Rhythiel wouldn't be able to spot any indication of a stealth field, the person who snatched the bag either had good technology or could render himself invisible by other means. Even now when the metal man was reduced to the ground in a puddle, Rotten Luck could still sense his spirit, he was still alive. Rotten Luck would also sense the spirit of the person the metal man called 'Ghost', he was invisible and already in a two blocks distance heading in the direction of Turell Hill, at a running speed higher than any normal human.
After a few moments everything became normal again, the silence wore off, but Rotten Luck would suddenly sense another spirit popping in out of nowhere, there was suddenly a man coming out of a nearby alley in the direction of Turell Hill where Ghost had ran off. He was wearing a full gray costume and a metal mask covering his face. He was carrying a plain, black and approximately 5 feet long staff and simply faced towards the group of heroes, showing no intentions of hostility yet and simply planting the bottom of his staff into the ground.
Demrius's breathing was returning to normal but the fact was that all that took a lot out of him. He was out of the fight.
--Formerly Jorortis--
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Rotten looked around. "Testing? Ah good the distortion or whatever moved on. Anyway Get that Metallic goop in a containment field, the guy, if he was a guy, still alive even if he's now a puddle." Thought Rotten could pick up souls around him two blocks away was too far, even if he could reach that far there were the souls of all the people in a two block radius to many to find one he never met before. "Do we have any flyers, or speedsters here? Take off see if we can find an invisible man, or woman. Perhaps that sound interruption focused on the person an aura effect."
He looked to Demrius "Ya going to be alright kid? That was a heavy duty attack, even I thought the guy was dead. Thinking you killed someone can be devastating, I know that personally."
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2.) If it goes as planned it's not good RP
Fafnir thrummed in Magnhild's hand, then its magic flowed through her and her feet lifted off the ground as she floated upwards several inches. She chuckled, then extended Fafnir forward and shot off down the street, searching for the pocket of silence.
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