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Post by αυяσяα ησx on Jul 11, 2017 22:25:13 GMT -5
{I figure I might as well say hi on here lol. Sorry I haven't been checking in. I kinda just don't know what to do at the moment}
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Post by Icestar on Jul 12, 2017 16:19:00 GMT -5
((I'll take that as a no. Oh well. This looks like a pretty cool Rp; keep it up.))
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jul 16, 2017 3:15:23 GMT -5
((Sorry about that, Aurora. ^^' Perhaps you can write Aella's reaction to Lio's arrival or the animals' response.))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Jul 16, 2017 23:22:46 GMT -5
Lloyd narrowed his eyes and gripped the strap of his bag, "no, these files aren't for you." He responded coolly, easily masking his slight fear. "I need them." He could hear his blood rushing through his ears. He had no idea why the guy wanted the files, but it was clear by the way his eyes glinted with a thirst for blood that he was going to kill him. "I don't know yet, but we may be in some trouble," Akili responded in a lowered voice, "with your powers can you feel anyone else in the park by their touch on the grass, trees, pathways, or anything else?" "U-um...let me check..." Oakley closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, letting the atmosphere around her take control. She could feel what the nature around her was feeling, she could almost taste the night air on her tongue. She could sense their fear and curiosity, all coming together as one. It was like the beating of a drum. No, actually, that wasn't it. The sound of drums...that was footsteps. Two or more footsteps, at least... She'd never really let her powers take this far, but she was sure she could do it. She'd never asked the forest to lend her a hand in finding someone before. It had never occurred. Usually, she knew of a presence, but never it's exact location. She let in another deep breath, exhaling softly and then repeating the cycle, trying to find an internal map of the area. She tried to use her abilities to find the presence. After a while, she knew it was no good. She let out all the air in her lungs, gasping it out almost in a choke. She had concentrated too hard. "There is at least two presences in the forest. However, I wasn't able to pick up on their exact location. I'm sorry."
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averysmallbumblebee
~Don't lose your fight, kid; it only takes a little push to pull on through~
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Post by averysmallbumblebee on Jul 24, 2017 2:57:06 GMT -5
Her response had come only a few seconds later than would be considered an acceptable time in which to delay one, but Tsvetan barely registered her words during the sudden onrush of distorted information reflected in her guarded gaze. As usual, it was difficult to decipher at first. Words, thoughts, and feelings seared themselves into his mind in an unrelenting barrage that still made him rather lightheaded. His expression remained politely neutral, however. The corners of his lips still quirked in a sheepish smile and even his amber-blue gaze was warm and mild- Open and apologetic. She was wearing a small smile now, visibly attempting to lessen the tension in her posture. Tsvetan responded in kind to the former, and wished the latter could be rectified if only slightly by their not having an encounter next to a busy street. The confusing tangle didn't exactly bring him any closer to answering the neat list of mental questions he'd already drafted, but what little he could discern both relieved and worried him. She wasn't a threat- Not an immediate one, but Tsvetan sensed solitude and the resulting paranoia. Or paranoia that resulted in solitude. Wysten had only just made his -unrealistically- grand intentions official, so Tsvetan didn't think it strange that they had missed someone who clearly didn't want to be found. It saddened him to think this though, as he almost worried that he was too late. No doubt Lior would scoff at the that. Bolstered by his brother's eternal optimism, Tsvetan tested the 'all's well that ends well' by offering her an open hand and a warm smile. "I certainly hope so. I'm Tsvetan, it's nice to meet you." His tone was lighter here, as amusement crept into his voice at the not quite 'nice' circumstances of their meeting. ' And I'm glad we could avoid any awkwardness.' He mentally added with a bit more wryness. Tsvetan hated pushing people- unless they were his family, who were regularly in need of a good shove- but he understood that it was sometimes necessary to gain some ground even if it was a mere baby step. Still, he had left off his surname so that she wouldn't feel forced to provide hers, and hadn't moved to encroach on her personal bubble, which seemed a touch larger than most. His arm and fingers were loosely extended- An offer, not a demand. Introducing oneself in such a situation wasn't exactly unusual, but it wasn't difficult for him to read the woman's preference for anonymity. He was wary of being too forward or taking up too much of her time, so went for an approach that he thought might be easier to administer and receive telling results. The bonds of propriety just might work in his favor, as she could have just as easily snapped at him again and left. Reassuring him that he wasn't entirely at fault- Tsvetan still believed otherwise- hadn't been necessary, as again, she could have simply accepted his apology and went on her way. Of course this could all simply point to the fact that she was actually a kind person, which possibility he preferred, but Tsvetan chose to reserve his judgment. He may technically be off duty, but it was his responsibility as Wysten's Second to assess all possible threats and allies regardless of time or place- This unknown could be the key to victory or a significant blow to it- But more than that, her near perpetual state of unease reminded him of Sylvius when they'd first reunited and Tsvetan was loathe to leave anyone else to themselves with such a mindset. _______ ((Ah, makes sense, Cloudfire. Perhaps Tangleclaw's character can join Chase?)) (I probably should have spent less time discussing my OCs with you and more time deciding on how I could help steer the plot in the direction we want it to go, because I just realized I have not a clue as to what I'm doing. Whoops) ~~~~ "It's nice to meet you." It would have been a difficult feat for Evanna to miss the hand that extended toward her with this "Tsvetan"'s words, considering his superior height allowed for his arm to level scarcely two inches below her shoulders, but one could almost believe she had with the collected manner in which she ignored it. She had caught the hint of laughter that had bled into, in particular, the man's concluding statement, and her mind latched onto it like a leech, unconsciously sucking any possible translations out of the tone and diction until landing on the most offensive one. While there was a warm- too warm?- smile stretching across his face that was no doubt placed there in an attempt to disarm her, her thoughts raced and before long she perceived it as more condescending than anything else. Is he mocking me? The idea made her bristle and her hand snaked it's way out of the pocket she hadn't realized it had returned to, hanging by her side on a hard-wired instinct to keep it free and movable. This man couldn't be perceived as anything near threatening, looking more like he was heading to a therapist's office for his shift more than anything, but her gut still screamed that something was off. Struck with the sudden desire to appear closer to the man's height or at least his probable muscular weight, although it was a lost cause, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin just the slightest, meeting his eyes and widening her smile a bit. Don't look threatening, but also avoid presenting as an easy target. If he is still aggravated he could pose as a threat, and you haven't even figured out if he's a friend or foe. He could be dangerous. He could be reading your mind right now. You need to go soon or else it'll be too late by the time get there. Get out don't let him read anything clear your mind.The steady trickles of thoughts and emotions effectively shattered what little of a barrier remained in her mind at once in a flood of sharp pain and blurred sentences. She received no forewarning before waves of pain crashed against the side of her skull like the steady pounding of a hammer over an anvil. Flinching before she could stop herself, she barely managed to suppress the gasp of surprise a second before it cracked through the smile she had firmly wedged onto her features. It was then that she realized her hand was no longer in her pocket and she as casually as possible slid it back. The closed distance brought with it a soothing peace and a calm tide washed over her mind. Let's just keep that there.
Tsvetan- if that was even his real name- was still holding out his hand half-expectantly- evidently she hadn't zoned out for nearly as long it seemed, since it was still there- but Evanna figured that by now that he had deduced she wasn't planning on returning the gesture. There were too many risks associated with physical contact. Even if most of those risks were indeed supernatural, she still wasn't taking a chance for a stranger's benefit, social protocol or not. The number of supernaturals with powers that were only made stronger by the addition of a physical link couldn't even be counted- she herself had known a few way back when- and she was not eager to discover if Tsvetan was among their ranks. Presuming he had unusual abilities at all. He didn't. It was foolish to believe otherwise. Refusing a handshake wasn't too much a breach in the code of social conduct, anyways. He wouldn't think too much of it. Still, she decided not to decline to reciprocate his show of geniality entirely, although whether that choice was made with friendliness in mind or a desire to evade suspicion, she wasn't even sure. Pulling back the hood that really did nothing to cloak her features- but had done wonders to communicate a desire for solitude until now- with the single hand that wasn't occupied and then proceeding to shoot him a mock-salute, she desperately hoped she displayed enough forgiveness to support her previous words and dissipate most of the tension between them. Earlier misgivings regarding the sincerity of Tsvetan's statement were shoved aside for the purpose of getting through this with as little hostility as possible. "I'm Kelly." Annnnd, that's not your name. What if he is an enemy and he checks? "It's nice to meet you too." Okay, that could have probably come out better. Giving your real name would have been a good start.The man before her looked like he was anything but stupid, and if his witty comment from before had anything to say about it, she at least knew for a fact that he was quick-minded. She really hoped at this point that he wasn't an enemy. Enemy or not, she made sure to respond in a canned fashion. A lack of speech often transpired into a lack of conversation. Hopefully. (This is so bad. I'm sorry. I have no excuse regarding how long I took to get to it, either. I'm going to leave now before I have the chance to regret posting it and I try to rewrite it again.)
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Post by tigercry on Jul 28, 2017 14:08:25 GMT -5
The air around Lloyd burst into green flames, causing the emerald flames to wither and vanish as the mutant's flames greedily took their energy. "Woah, slow down you psycho, I don't even know who the witch is, so keep your hands away from my stuff," Lloyd spoke haughtily as he turned around, stepped through the flames, and continued walking down the pathway, reaching one side of the bridge. He then stuffed his hands into his jacket pocket, feeling them twitch slightly as he readied his fire again in case the man still went after him.
"That's okay, I just needed to know what I'm looking for." Akili then seemed to zone out, the sharpness in her blue gaze fading as she cast her senses over the park, listening for the two presences that Oakley located. There was rustling of the trees and branches, the sound of the breeze sweeping across the grass and scattering once it hit the stone pathways, there was the sound of a bench creaking softly like someone had been sitting there only moments previously, the bridge creaked slightly as someone with rather weighted footsteps stepped onto the farthest end, and she heard two male voices, one of which made her freeze. Lloyd's here, and he's being chased. Akili's gaze sharpened once more and she spun around toward the bridge, where she could faintly see blonde hair. "There's a hunter here, and he's trying to kill the man on the bridge."
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Post by tigercry on Jul 31, 2017 14:55:57 GMT -5
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Jul 31, 2017 15:07:49 GMT -5
((I certainly hope not- But maybe everyone is preparing for school? Or something...))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Jul 31, 2017 21:59:45 GMT -5
(i'm here! ^^ sorry, i've just been really busy here lately. also, my muse has been horribly low, a reason why i haven't really responded to anything yet.)
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Post by tigercry on Jul 31, 2017 22:16:33 GMT -5
It's okay! I've been pretty busy too! ^-^)
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averysmallbumblebee
~Don't lose your fight, kid; it only takes a little push to pull on through~
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Post by averysmallbumblebee on Aug 1, 2017 1:01:12 GMT -5
(It's most certainly not dead! People are just busy at the moment, I think ^^ I'm still on board, though.
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Post by tigercry on Aug 6, 2017 18:01:01 GMT -5
((I'll take that as a no. Oh well. This looks like a pretty cool Rp; keep it up.)) (If you want to join go on ahead! sorry, I didn't see your message till just now! ^-^ ) (I can join you if you're looking for a rping partner! I can make a new character to join you! ^_^)
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Aug 7, 2017 20:02:52 GMT -5
Contrary to how fire-fueled anger was usually described- Ten didn't actually see red. In fact, what made his infamous temper especially terrible was the fact that he lost whatever limits he had set for himself yet retained his tactical mind. Therefore, it's safe to say that Ten didn't actually see red. The problem was that he wanted to. Red, blue, chartreuse. Whatever color that man bled.
His anger bordered on misdirected righteousness. Skirted the edge of provoked pride. And had a lot to do with the fact that he'd already killed once and the part of him that he could never quite differentiate from his 'gifted' powers wanted to bring it up to an even number. He had a purpose, however. Even amidst the agitated simmer of electric energy underneath his skin and the draw of dying greenery. This man was connected to the death of an innocent little girl, however indirectly. Ensuring there would be no repeats of the tragedy meant the recovery of everything those files contained.
'See? Reason.'
There was one problem, however. Something that should be relatively insignificant yet didn't quite allow him to follow his reasoning to its logical conclusion.
"You....You turned your back on me?" The words emerged on a soft exhale. He was stunned at such an insult. Wysten was a warrior as much as he was a leader, and he could hardly recall the last time an opponent had been so blatantly disrespectful. -Actually, he could. In devastating detail. He preferred to save that memory for times in which he needed an extra burst of strength. Or raw unfiltered anger-
Ten couldn't help the ensuing laughter that escaped lips attempting to curve into a sardonically amused grin. "Pffft you- I don't know if you're arrogant or idiotic!" He nearly doubled over in mirth, realizing in a detached sort of way that he might be approaching something like hysteria. Understandable though definitely not welcome- he'd been stretching himself thin as of late and his control was always most tenuous when he'd been on the offensive for overlong.
'Ten. Nine. Eigh- How dare he?! Ten-'
Ten straightened abruptly, all traces of amusement vanishing from suddenly blank features. The unevenly broken dogtag tied around his upper arm began to burn white-hot with varying degrees of intensity, searing familiar letters deeper into scarred skin. It should be noted that Ten wasn't so far gone that he was unable to recall what the unexpected and distantly felt pain meant- Though all he was currently capable of understanding from this was that he should 'clean up' before reason truly made an appearance.
Thus resolved, Ten launched himself across the bridge in a burst of silvery energy and flutter of deadened leaves. Lloyd had expected him, so he made up for lacking the element of surprise by focusing on a barrage of strikes that left little room for offense or maneuverability, intending to force Lloyd to defend himself with the barest of movements. While he wasn't exactly able to deconstruct the strange green flames quite yet, he took advantage of his opponent's initial aversion to violence and barely evaded them as he made for his second attempt at disembowelment with a swipe of his katar. "It would be greatly appreciated-" Ten spun away from a surge of green flames and neatly converted the evasive maneuver into an energy-coated roundhouse. "-If you would just die. This is bad for my heart." Or his soul. His sanity?
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((Gah finally done. If Ten seems erratic- It's intentional. ^^' When angered he wavers between extremes and is just a mess. This isn't actually him at the extent of his anger though! He's feeling murderous but not to the same extent he felt with Nathan, in fact he kind of enjoys fighting Lloyd. He really can't control himself. Yet. Also you might notice that this post is a bit dissonant when compared to my other ones...I feel like I've gotten rusty again. Eheheh... And sorry for the wait, Smiley! So this is all I'll be able to write for a while. Possibly. Test-type things tomorrow and I haven't been studying as much as I should. ^^'))
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Post by tigercry on Aug 7, 2017 21:49:39 GMT -5
Lloyd ducked the katar swing and used more flames to block a handful of the attacks before, "look, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not here for a fight!"
(I don't know how to respond XD)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Aug 8, 2017 22:12:00 GMT -5
(Hello.)
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Aug 9, 2017 1:04:30 GMT -5
A scattered glitter of stars fought for visibility beyond the thick cloud cover and city smog, their light faded and somewhat outshone by just the barest sliver of the moon peeking from behind a particularly fluffy cloud. He tipped his face toward the moon's light as if he could drink it in, inhaling deeply despite the exhaust of a nearby idling bus and further contamination of old grease as a fry cook carried bags of uneaten food to the dumpster behind him.
She gave him a strange look but continued on her task until she'd exited the alley only to find him in the same place and position, eyes unblinking. Her brows arched and she sighed as she edged past, careful not to let even her wispy ponytail brush him.
"There won't be any rain for another three days. You don't need an umbrella..."
He laughed. A wild, uncontainable sound that was both harsh and musical. It trailed off into a hum almost as suddenly as it started, crystallized breaths leaking from the corners of lips pulled into a mocking smile. Murky silvery green eyes slanted to fixate briefly on the now wary woman with open amusement.
"Oh?"
She carefully backed toward the door that she'd left ajar, gaze never leaving the man whose own eyes now returned to the sky as he idly twirled his Hello Kitty umbrella.
"But you will."
The stars winked out one by one, until even the moon's light disappeared behind a sudden onrush of thick smoky cloud cover. Seconds later, it began to rain.
He closed his umbrella with a decisive snap and swung it idly at his side as he turned on his heel and stepped out into the downpour, humming a familiar child's song.
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((My witchy son is here to ruin your fun. It literally hurt me to write this post...Omigosh Rie. Do you have to be such a Drama Queen? He's literally a badly written movie villain I'm sorry. He grew up on comics/movies/tv shows. And not the quality ones.))
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 11, 2017 23:20:33 GMT -5
(sorry, this is going to be really short, but it's to further the rp xD)
Oakley watched in horror as the men on the bridge were fighting. It was...not something she expected. After living such a "normal" and nonviolent life, seeing this made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Though, she knew that it was in her blood, to see this kind of thing. To experience violence. She could easily feel the rush of adrenaline, the movement of venom through her veins. She could hear the forest around her speaking. They were calling her to fight back. Fight or flight. She could no longer fly away from her problems. "We need to do something!" She said, the fear replaced with determination. She knew if someone was to get hurt, she'd be able to attend to them in what way she could, even if she was still iffy on her abilities. She couldn't heal through bone, but she could definitely heal wounds. If the man on the bridge that Akili knew was injured, she'd tend to him. Was he the good guy? She assumed so. Then who was the other guy...? She turned towards her new friend, "You know him...? Or them, at all?"
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Post by tigercry on Aug 13, 2017 17:41:44 GMT -5
"I know the guy being attacked pretty well," Akili snorted, "I grew up with him." She broke into a sprint, racing toward the bridge faster than a normal human could move. What has he gotten himself into now?!
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Aug 15, 2017 4:34:18 GMT -5
Being of an enthusiastic and impulsive nature, Lior is no stranger to being in over his head. He bites off more than he can chew 24/7. It's a state of being. Life as usual. As a result, he's grown rather adept at adapting to whatever unappealing situation he finds himself in and 'rolling with the punches' so to speak. 'Rolling with the bullets', however, is an expression that he isn't familiar with and never wanted to be.
It's rather difficult to adapt to impending death, after all.
"Should I be flattered-" The greenery blurs past as he forces tired, bleeding legs to move and flashes to the opposite side of the clearing to avoid yet another spray of bullets. "-That you're trying so hard to kill me?" His words emerge in a wet puff of air, surprisingly succinct despite the fatigue that urges him to surrender to gravity. Lior had never been in an actual life-or-death battle before. -Sparring with Ten technichally counted, though. The man tended to get disturbingly over enthusiastic- So he's understandably a lot out of his depth and really very terrified but also- these are the same assassins who went after Ten and he really should be more concerned about the fact that he's considered a threat of equal or close to equal value.
EVOL- the fourth one to appear- actually lowers his rifle to consider this. "I suppose?" Lior takes advantage of his distraction by attempting to send him flying again with another light-encased attack but his fist passes harmlessly through the man's absently smiling face. Another hologram. He's beginning to hate technology.
"Evy, if you keep toying with Light Show, we can't get ice cream in time for the debriefing." It was probably meant to be chiding, but LIVE's tone currently reflects more of a childish whine than anything. Lior glances up to find him perched on a branch at the outer reaches of the clearing, watching them with evident boredom. EVOL alone probably wouldn't be much of a problem, as he's apparently horrible at close combat, but his brother is constantly creating lifelike copies that make everything a hundred times more difficult. Any attempt to go after the smaller of the two results in EVOL's style immediately becoming more aggressive.
"You don't go to debriefings anyway. And I'm pretty sure it's an evil scheme meeting or something." All of the EVOLs responded with open amusement, allowing the teen to scramble back and edge around to the sunnier part of the clearing.
Lior is trapped. They won't let him leave the clearing and they won't let him remain in one place for more than five seconds unless they're having a conversation that is much too casual for the circumstances. And while he is quite literally solar powered, he's still bleeding out and can't heal if not given the time. Everything hurts and he's so tired and he fears that each movement is getting slower- Yet the memory of EVOL aiming his rifle at Tabitha keeps him upright.
He straightens his back. Evens his breathing. Tries not to look like the cornered animal that they're turning him into.
'Is this what it's like for Wysten? No, he'd be braver than this. He'd be smiling- I can be brave and smile too. I'm not going to die here. I'm smiling, right?'
Lior trembles but forces his lips to turn upwards. He'd been in a situation like this before. Just a few hours ago, in fact. But back then he'd had the element of surprise. He had managed to get away. They hadn't actually been trying to kill him. A few hours ago, the realization of what they are and what they do hadn't quite sunken in yet.
'I'm so stupid. Did I really think I could be like Wysten? Idiot!'
"Evvvvy."
"Yes brother dearest~" The EVOLs sigh, simultaneously raising and firing their weapons with such speed and accuracy that it almost stuns Lior into inaction. He moves to evade or catch them- Something- but one psionic bullet tears right through his hand before he can summon the light to protect it and embeds itself in his shoulder. He stumbles back with a cry of pain, though he's more concerned about the fact that EVOL had just proven he was a much more formidable opponent than Lior had originally thought.
'All this time- has he been missing on purpose?'
"Sorry kid, I'd really like to keep playing with you but I like sprinkles more." The EVOLs smile apologetically and lift their luminous weapons yet again, shifting the larger guns into pistols.
Lior's breath hitches and he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he clamps his bleeding hand over the wound in his shoulder, desperately trying to think his way out of this but he can't think and it hurts so much and EVOL's smile is different now and-
"Cheers love, the cavalry's here~!"
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((I finally got to writing! And I felt like writing something mildly bloody! So as I figure all of my posts should come with explanations from now on: This one might have a bit more of a serious undertone? I'm going for realism, and while Lio might have a lot of bravado and starts out kind of ignoring the concept of danger- he's still a sixteen year old kid whose brothers actively shield him from harm. He's gotten into fights, but never like this. So he's scared and hurt and not exactly thinking straight. He's also not accustomed to using his powers offensively. As for EVOL: His power is Psionic Weaponry but he's limited to long-range weapons. Basically he can create any long-range weapon using his mind, hence why they can shapeshift and have a pinkish glow. Because EVOL's mind is totally pink, go figure.
I felt like this post was getting too long so it became a two-parter...If that's not okay I'll just stitch 'em back up!
Also. Yes. That was a deliberate Overwatch reference.))
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Aug 15, 2017 5:34:12 GMT -5
The sing-song announcement and a pink-and-blue blur in his peripheral vision is all the warning he receives before the earth is quaking and groaning under the force of a punch that destroys the branch- and tree- it connects with and leaves a dismal splintered mess in its wake. LIVE has flickered out of view, along with three of his brothers, leaving a sole EVOL to turn toward the newcomer with a smiled greeting. His words are friendly, but the pistol he holds is slowly becoming something larger and deadlier.
This should probably worry Lior. He can't quite bring himself to allow it to affect him, however, as there are suddenly three presences surrounding him and a familiar redhead easing him to the ground. "We're here now, Lio. You're safe." Lior allows himself to be moved away from the dreaded clearing but makes to protest when the wave of a gloved hand commands him to sleep. "But Tabitha and-"
"Our backup's on their way so you have nothing to worry about, yes? We'll take care of everything, you just need to rest now." His hand is carefully pried away from his shoulder and the bleeding stops almost immediately. "I need you to try to calm your heart rate so I can heal you, 'kay?" Helsing looks a bit worse for wear; his usually neat hair is windswept and there are more than a few stains on his beloved lab coat, but he's using his soothing 'doctor's voice' and Lior can already feel himself relaxing despite the sudden return of gunfire.
"How are you still alive." Tenebris deadpans, glancing at him briefly with a slight downward turn of his lips that is the only concern he'll allow himself to show as he dematerializes at a languid pace, his ivory gaze on the return of LIVE's figure perched upon yet another branch. Their enemy looks as if he's only been mildly inconvenienced by the timely arrival of Lio's 'cavalry'. Lior looks forward to wiping that put-upon moue off his face. His team is commonly associated with healing and gentle recruitment, as they're expected to follow their captain's example. A deadly misconception on the best of days.
Lior's mouth quirks in a way that is devoid of his usual humor when Bella forces EVOL onto the defensive, moving gracefully around the clearing in a flurry of bubblegum pink.
'I'm the only useless one.'
"Sorry we're late. The little troll gave us the run around." Blithe kneels briefly to ruffle Lior's hair, smiling softly though his silver eyes are practically metallic as he carefully avoids looking at the brunet's wounds. Which must be somewhat difficult being that he's pretty much covered in blood at this point.
"No, you guys have the best timing!" Lior slurs earnestly, returning his smile and trying to ignore the always-uncomfortable sensation of his blood seemingly moving independent of his body's wishes. His shin itches as it's stitched back together.
Silver eyes briefly, pointedly, shift toward the rapidly closing gash in his leg before returning to pain-glazed oceanic eyes with a distinctly unimpressed air.
Blithe pokes him in his still-healing cheek, ignoring Lior's 'why?!' as he rises and moves to free six of the blades strapped to his thigh and waist with a practiced ease that Lior hadn't seen in a long time. For a moment, his expression is deadly serious as he tracks the battle that is steadily destroying the surrounding forest- then that moment is gone when he turns to Lior with one of his ridiculous grins and waves a gleaming knife at him. "I've made my point. Point, get it?" He waggles his eyebrows and snickers to himself before abruptly flickering out of view. Helsing laughs with him and Lior sighs.
"Point- because his knife has a point and he has a point and the word has multiple meanings-"
"I know what he meant, Hel."
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((And now for the commentary: Firstly, all new characters mentioned are part of Lio's personal 'team/squad'. All of the brothers have a certain division they're in charge of, and within that division are the ones they've kind of promoted into being their partners on missions and just in general. So as aforementioned, Lior's are usually known for being able to heal others and/or helping him recruit new mutants. But it should be noted that Wysten helped pick them out, and he chose them primarily for two reasons: The fact that they can give him a run for his money in a fight aaand their willingness to die for his brother. He's discerning and hardcore that way
Also Tenebris & Blithe have similar powers but differing limitations.
And if I wasn't clear: Bella is the one who spoke first She loves Overwatch and destroyed the tree. In doing so she broke LIVE's concentration, which is why he disappeared for a bit, and she's keeping EVOL occupied while everyone talks.
Lior is going into that character arc where he feels inadequate and such because he's meant to be a leader but he's always being protected. So that's going to be fun.
Explaining Blithe's 'point': What he was nonverbally trying to communicate is; though Lio insists that they were 'just in time', Blithe feels they were obviously too late or Lior wouldn't have been so injured. 'Just in time' means arriving before Lio gets injured. Instead of saying this, he makes a lame pun because he's the kind of guy to hide behind lame jokes.
This post kind of relaxes on the violence and mental/emotional effects of it because unlike Lior, his team are used to this sort of thing. They can joke and remain calm despite the circumstances. Doesn't mean they don't want to kill the Adraste Twins though. Unfortunately their vengeance will go unfulfilled because I need the Twins alive for further schemes.
I'll write for Wysten again when I get the chance- And I'll work on the stalemate for Seven. ^^'))
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Aug 16, 2017 19:54:33 GMT -5
"Down boy. Heel. Sit. Roll over and die." The orders were delivered in a clipped monotone, though the forced evenness was apparent to anyone listening closely enough to discern the strain obscured by a layer of imperious boredom. Ten was one such person, and his savage grin reflected dry amusement as he rolled his shoulders beneath the invisible bonds that suddenly held him in place.
The ghost had appeared behind him just as he had been moving in for another strike, a single frigid touch locking his muscles and freezing him mid-stab. Ordinarily this wouldn't be enough to affect him so completely, as the telekinetic bonds were comprised of the spirit's own energy, but another tap to the base of his skull forced his scarlet hazed mind to clear. Somewhat. The rhythmic hum of electrical energy coating his arms and legs gradually faded into silence broken only by the men's labored breathing.
"Magnus." An offhand acknowledgement meant to serve as a greeting. Casually placed between erratic breaths as if the one he was addressing wasn't currently fighting to keep him mostly immobile. His mismatched eyes shifted from the man currently backing away from them and settled briefly on the girls rapidly drawing nearer. 'Ah, the fun's over.' He wasn't so far gone that he could rationalize a continued assault in the presence of those he viewed as innocents. Wysten suddenly felt thoroughly exhausted, an unfortunate side-effect of his tendency to power himself with strong- often destructive- emotions when outside energy sources weren't readily accessible.
'Mental Note: Start rationing Energizer batteries.' His thoughts were somewhat less disjointed now, murderous darkness sinking into the clinging shadows at the corners of his mind to be called upon another day. Or it was merely biding its time until he was able to act on his violent inclinations without interference. Or witnesses. It was difficult to tell.
"Are you 'chill' now?" Magnus's rolling baritone interrupted that particular train of disturbing thought, and Wysten tilted his head back to favor the other man with a smile that tried for upbeat. As one of the more powerful of Sylvius's collection, Magnus's strong features were more or less solid. Which made his thunderous disapproval just that much more apparent. The fact that he had used modern slang despite his ire somewhat lessened the effect, however.
"I have never once in my life been anywhere close to 'chill'." Stated brightly even as he turned to face the strange gathering of the two he had meant to protect and one he still quietly wished to dispose of. It was evident from their expressions that they collectively viewed him as a common enemy. Wysten smiled wryly, suddenly acutely reminded of the blood staining his now ragged clothing.
'Oh, this? Pay no mind! Some of it might be mine...'
"Ah, yes. My mistake." The sarcasm was, somewhat ironically, unmistakable as Magnus relinquished his hold and stepped back, though he kept a wary eye on Wysten; his brief foray into the other's mind revealed the lingering desire to kill Lloyd. A distraction would likely curb him, but Magnus didn't put much faith in its permanence. Wysten was notorious for holding grudges.
Still smiling as if he hadn't been verging on a homicidal rampage, Wysten absently removed the bloodied, melted remains of his gloves and relaxed his posture. While he radiated disturbingly sudden affability, his gaze was as sharp as ever. It swept lazily over those assembled, his fractured mind struggling to piece itself together in an effort to accurately assess the situation he'd raged himself into. The three arranging themselves at the opposite end of the bridge reflected hostility, wariness, and in Akili's case, protectiveness. Centered around Lloyd.
'That...could be a problem.'
"Good evening." Wysten greeted the girls in a light tone, moving to clasp his hands behind his back before thinking better of it and slipping them into his pockets instead.
"I believe we need to talk." This statement encompassed all of them, as he flicked his gaze toward Lloyd and shifted it toward the bag he fought to defend.
"You couldn't have started with that instead of immediately going for the crazed murderer approach?" Magnus sniped.
"Shut up Maggie." Wysten muttered softly. They already thought he was unhinged, he didn't need to further their belief by speaking to someone they couldn't see. So he continued to smile even as he discreetly backed up his order with a faint narrowing of his eyes at the spirit now standing at attention to his right. Magnus merely looked long-suffering.
"This is going to go over well."
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((This is Ugh but it's all I had... -falls to knees- This is also where Ten differs from his muse- His mood changes so fast he could give you whiplash. Also sorry that my characters are cursed with initially seeming creepy. x3
Magnus is currently invisible and inaudible to all but Wysten.
And Ten's rampages are, as I've been hinting, connected to his powers. Unfortunately though, he's always been prone to violence and his powers just make it worse...Every time I write anything he does I feel the need to remind everyone that Wysten truly is a Good Boy™. ^^' It's just, ah, difficult to tell at first.
I don't think there's anything else to explain...But if you have questions feel free to ask away.
Next is studying and then, hopefully, Seven...))
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Post by tigercry on Aug 19, 2017 12:29:25 GMT -5
Akili stood slightly in front of Lloyd, her icy blue eyes were narrowed and hostile as she gazed at the hunter. "A good evening totally encompasses a hunter trying to brutally murder my childhood friend." She drawled sarcastically before her voice completely lost the sarcasm and any hint of warmth. "You want to talk? Then talk. Now."
Lloyd's eyes were wide with surprise as he gazed at Akili, he had no idea that she had been somewhere in the park right now. AKili...
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 28, 2017 23:01:54 GMT -5
Oakley had moved away from Akili, hoping that the other girl would take care of that "hunter", as she called him. She headed over to the man that Akili had said she knew, the one named Lloyd. "Are you injured?" She asked, her voice full of concern as she examined Lloyd's outward appearance for any wounds, "I can, um, help. If you need it."
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Post by Rockabye.Baebsae on Aug 31, 2017 4:52:35 GMT -5
She had ignored the proffered hand. Tsvetan had predicted this, but he felt it necessary to give it a try regardless. While he had expected the action- or rather, inaction- the possible reasons for it varied.
Not everyone was keen on being in the presence of someone they'd had an unpleasant encounter with. It could be a 'get out of my face' snub that was as blatant and nonaggressive as she could make it. She could simply dislike physical contact. Or have germaphobic tendencies. Or perhaps she was familiar enough with others of his kind to know that tactile based powers were a possibility to be especially wary of. -Ten and Sylvi were perfect examples of this-
He allowed his arm to drop- not too quickly to avoid the motion being seen as fueled by anger or irritation- and returned her jaunty mock-salute with one of his own. This time the tugging at the corners of his mouth was a bit more sincere, gaze quietly amused. Whatever he'd expected in response to his friendly overture, it hadn't been that. "If only I could salute my way into and out of business meetings." He mused, before adding an equally light, "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable, it's become a habit."
Tsvetan could see her rigid mistrust and made note of the quietly deliberate way she freed her hand. Her posture also shifted minutely, and he further read in it the necessity of a strategic retreat before she was given more reason to decisively categorize him.
Friend or foe. There was never much room- nor need- for the gray area in between, was there?
He almost fought for an excuse to remain at Kelly's brief and hastily schooled display of pain, worried that she might be one of those whose powers were possibly detrimental to their wellbeing, but managed to channel his concern into a gesture that wouldn't set her hackles rising. Much. While not exactly seen as empty, it was one that not many paid attention to unless they specifically requested it. Something easy to forget or throw away. At least it was biodegradable.
Tsvetan allowed his arm to drop yet again, this time redirecting his hand to the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He withdrew a business card with the glittering crowned crest of Wysten's company and his name below it in elegant script designating him the 'Public Relations Officer'. Even as he tipped the card toward her in the hope that it would help verify his identity, Tsvetan was well-aware that the move had the potential to backfire. There weren't many who didn't know of Archon Industries whether through their presence in the science and medical world or previous domination of the weapons market. Fewer still knew of their quiet feud with the Icarus Corporation, but it was still something whispered about and remarked on by their peers. Even so, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that had kept him engaged thus far, and placed the card in between them by way of a haphazardly wedged brick protruding from the building at their side. He tried not to feel ridiculous about it, instead pretending that he was merely sliding his business card across a desk. It was important that she was given the choice on whether or not to accept it, but he didn't want to run the risk of outright offering it and receiving another salute in response. Tsvetan hoped that she could memorize his number, at least.
"I'd like to make it up to you. We're-" Here he gestured briefly at the crest on the card. "-always prepared to help if there's a need, so please don't hesitate to call, Kelly."
'Please do, at least so I know that you're well. It's only going to become more dangerous from here on...For all of us.'
Wysten might as well have made a declaration of war.
He carefully kept all traces of concern from his features and started backing away, one hand returning to his face to keep stray locks out of his eyes. The wind was beginning to pick up, and he had to raise his voice slightly to be heard over the distant rumble of approaching motorcycles.
"I hope the rest of your day doesn't involve any more random encounters, though I can't say that my experience was in any way unpleasant." Tsvetan paused to snap a mock-serious salute. He relaxed the gesture by favoring her with one last quiet smile before turning with a small wave and retracing his steps down the suddenly near-empty street. "Take care, Kelly."
So preoccupied was he in rumination on said 'random encounter' that he almost didn't recognize the sounds of nearby engines revving until it was too late.
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((Omigosh it's done. It's finished I'm done and it only took me a decade. To write like two paragraphs and a quarter. ^^' I'm too drained to even think of commentary right now so I'll leave this as is...At least it's not too bad...))
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