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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jun 16, 2017 15:55:51 GMT -5
Aaaaaaaaa roleplay for ult and me aaaaaaaaa not private you can chatty chat or something
Yayyyyyyy
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jun 16, 2017 23:00:49 GMT -5
A wild ult has appeared!
~ ooh, brand new thread!
So, who's going to start?
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jun 16, 2017 23:48:40 GMT -5
DARN IT Me without my Pokeballs. *covfefty* Hmmmm I can start if you want!
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jun 17, 2017 20:52:34 GMT -5
me all the time
Awesome, great.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jun 17, 2017 23:14:01 GMT -5
[ Hmmm I'm gonna style this character after a old character I had before....but male tries to make superhero that doesn't sound or look dumb'] [ Oof I'm rusty ]
The sound of complete panic never sounded so...well loud before.
And the weight of a metal linked port highway looked so light compared to the weight being pressed on a certain pair of shoulders.
Short end of the story of what was happening? Um, explosion. Screaming, lot's of fire damage and crying. "Oh my god we're going to die" wailed in like 10 different languages. And a certain blue skinned, fire topped hero supporting a broken port rail from crushing a bunch of trapped citizens beneath him. Good news, he was lucky to have super strength on top of looking like a blue version of the Human Torch. Bad news, he didn't have the super strength stamina to hold up the metal rail for so long. "I got this-erf- I have got this-" He repeated to himself, the rail slowly crushing him into the metal car beneath him, his knees buckling as he tried to push the object above his head. "I do have this somewhat" He grunted out with the shift in weight, his muscles straining under the pressure and the screaming species beneath him were not helping him focus.
"You're suppose to be able to move whole planets! Why can't you keep a whole rail from crushing us?!" Someone hissed at him from behind the broken glass and bending metal walls. "Wow I can move a whole planet? I had no idea about this interesting fact! Where did you hear that? The solar net or your delusional grandmother?" the blue figure exclaimed, trying to straighten his legs from crouching further then they already have. Of course he couldn't move a whole planet. The solar net liked to exaggerate, and frankly you shouldn't believe everything they say anyway. It was just like earth media, if you thought about it. You would think out in the galaxy with billions of other life forms, some things would be a tad bit different to the earth culture Boone was use to. He took a steady inhale, squared his arms that were above his head and slowly began to straighten his knees. The weight slowly moved upwards, gravity working against him while his whole body screamed for release. He squinted, pale baby blue irises locked in a gaze of focus as he shifted his weight forwards. "Lift....and...push" He muttered as he move the weight of the rail forward and away from the broken rail car underneath him, the sudden relief flooding his body almost had him crumbling to the ground.
But that didn't last long when he realized just how messy everything looked around him. Rail cars tossed everywhere, buildings on fire and the broken rail above him was spitting out sparks from broken wires inside the metal casing. And the added screaming from around him, lots of screaming.
He shifted his weight down to pry open the rail car door, people were crammed up against the side but they must not have seemed that shaken when pushing past him without hesitation. "See? No one died-!" He began, but the wave of species rolling out knocked him down to his but on the broken and cracked ground. "You're welcome geez" He grumbled, watching them pile off the car and run or slither off to safety. "Thanks for almost killing us, you dumb punk" grumbled a certain reptilian Lithorat. His slimy body slithering off and almost stomping on Boone before he had a chance to move. "I didn't do anything!...At least I didn't do the majority of what you see" He called after the creature, getting to his feet once the car was empty.
Okay maybe he was part of the problem that this was um...all happening. But he wasn't to blame for all of it! It wasn't his complete fault that this place was nothing but ruble and ripped up metal with tossed over train cars. Did his temper get the best of him? Yes, maybe he shouldn't have gotten so angry. Was it for the right reasons? Yes! In some smart reasoning that somehow made sense. Could it been taken care of in a more controlled way? Also yes, to which he was sure the solar net would point out in their articles of how bad he was at his job.
UNWANTED, UNSUCCESFUL SO CALLED "HERO" COSTS MILLIONS IN REPAIRS
WALKING DEATH TRAP FOR THE SOLAR ALLIANCE PAYERS
EARTH BASED HERO LABEBLED ZERO IN ALLIANCE RECORDS. WORST RATING IN ALLIANCE HISTORY
But that didn't matter. He wasn't the worse....he was just messy and needed a bit of polish. At least he was doing something here and wasn't off dong sponsors like some of the monkeys' they had running around now a days. The alliance was full of it, he didn't even want to be a part of it but it's required. Everyone that chooses to help with the Alliance, think of it as like...space police but really are like the neighborhood community that argue over where to put a stop light. They require those who show special skill to sign up with them, be put on a scale based on performance. 100 being the best....and then 0 being well....the scrap of the bucket. And normally, Zero's never get attention in the media...but how could you ignore the walking fire stick that was the color of raspberry kool aid. wearing a white, orange and black leather suit?
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jun 19, 2017 23:22:28 GMT -5
《 rusty. Tell me about it cx 》
The scene by the port highway was complete and utter chaos.
Whether she currently held a gun to the operator's head or not, it was certainly not what the notorious villain called Vertigo had in mind.
See, all the frost-skinned, snow-haired villain had intended was to break into the port highway 158 operator’s office, steal the office’s backup Lithenarian mag-battery (valued at an approximate thirty thousand notes in a less-than-respectable market, if you could find one) that she needed for her current “project”, and be out without a scratch on herself or any of the civilians (not that she had many qualms about hurting civilians; the one known as Vertigo simply would have preferred to avoid the mess - so inconvenient, burning cities were). This all might have gone to plan if a), her Invisibili-screen had actually worked, and , if the operator had not irresponsibly (and very inconsiderately) left his lunch, containing bergauv fruit (somewhat similar to the earthen kiwi) lying around, which Vertigo was allergic to (she was allergic to quite a few things, actually, hence her villainly name - not because she inspired nauseous fear, for the most part, but because she wasn't infrequently sick, dizzy and unstable) and had mistakenly sampled it (who could blame her when she'd been dining on a diet of only instant meals for the past week .
Anyway, her invisibility device failed, which she might have got away with if she hadn't promptly vomited all over the office floor. Needless to say, the operator noticed her, and she had to resort to desperate measures. With a superhuman feat, she exclaimed (in a voice slurred by her swollen tongue) a rather colourful string of curse words before promptly dropping to the ground unconscious.
The operator laughed . Vertigo, whose spirit was currently floating above her unconscious body, was less than impressed. He must not have heard of her, then. His loss.
Begrudgingly, she turned her attention on the task at hand. The system, the battery, etcetera. She drifted closer, reaching out with - well, not her hands, for she technically didn't have hands in this non-corporeal state - her mind to the computer. This was her weird, supervillainous power, and the other reason she'd been nicknamed Vertigo. She was clairvoyant, able to separate her astral body from her physical one, with an unusual aptitude for technology.
Vertigo needed only to access the system long enough to access the battery containment mechanism and unlock it - before the operator figured out what the heck to do with the unconscious young woman who had just vomited on his office floor. Which, it seemed, wouldn't be long. She whizzed through the layers of code - it wasn't like regular hacking, it felt kind of like the computer had fused with her head (if she had a head) and now both of their thought processes ran parallel. It was kind of chaotic and kind of a mess and OH NO NO SHE DID NOT MEAN TO HIT THAT SWITCH.
Fast forward to the derailed port cars and screaming and fires, and standing facing (once again corporeal) the operator with a gun pointed at his head. ”... So you see, I really didn't mean for all this mess, but if you could just roll with it being intentional, it might be really good for my ratings. I mean, not everyone gets to be Magneto, or the Joker, and I'm really sick of instant noodles.” Vertigo explained rather amicably. ”Tell you what, when I make it big, I'll send you a - YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” The operator jumped at her sudden shout, but for the moment Vertigo didn't care. She'd caught sight of the bright blue flue flickering outside, trying and failing to hold up the rail.
Boone. Vertigo’s greatest rival. Her adversary. And also completely useless.
” Sorry, lad, got to go,” She spouted before sprinting out the office door.
He was not stealing her show.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jun 20, 2017 21:08:50 GMT -5
"What do you mean? I think it's pretty good" Boone said into the com link, looking out over the area of rubble and burning metal, people still screaming in all directions while he shifted a hunk of rail from his path while looking for more possible victims of the crash. "Are you kidding me? The Solar Net is basically calling it a disaster. Rail lines are completely fried and I can already see the bills piling up in your inbox tonight" The voice on the other end snapped at his easy tone of voice, obviously everything Boone heard wasn't exactly new nor was it shocking. "I cannot keep doing this kid, I thought it was a good idea to let you in the alliance. First Earth hero and all that but I didn't realize you would drain more then half of our resources on repair efforts and complaints!"
"Oh come on. It's not that bad. You seem to forget all the attention that the Alliance has gotten since I joined. I have to say it's a complete success my friend" Boone responded as he pushed the rubble aside and continued his little stroll through the once pretty and clean rail chains. "BAD ATTENTION. We got heroes in other sectors that are doing more help then you are, your approval rate has dropped below appropriate and not to mention that every time you but heads with-"
"Don't sweat it! You always worry. Blah blah blah. Why can't you trust me man? I know how to handle the media, I was practically molded by it on Earth" Boone said with a little smug smirk pulling at his pale blue skin face."Kid, you aren't on earth anymore. You aren't even in the same solar system as it anymore. And we hired you on cause we thought you would be decent enough to bring in some HELP and not cause more trouble" the voice hissed at him, the tone getting more strained by the minute like it was struggling to keep from yelling at Boone for his smug like nature. Boone could only shrug, like the day he had rolled into the alliance room and was forced into a way too tight uniform that matched the rest of the shiny heroes lined up before him. He had shrugged at the warnings and just swore to the oath they put on the screen. Frankly when he was launched into space he didn't expect to be pushed into such a skin tight suit and dance around like a monkey.
"Okay okay. If it makes you feel better I'll go kiss some babies and flippin' help with the clean up effort. It'll be great! Okay? Okay, see you boo boo. Love ya" Boone said with a mocking kiss into the com link before closing the link altogether before the creature on the other end could spit some nasty lecture onto him. But even Boone knew that no one in their right mind would let a child near him...HE wouldn't let a child near him. Boone was literally a walking fire hazard that could light up a whole shop if he wasn't paying attention. Always pay attention was what he had to do, always make sure that he was aware of the fact he was indeed on fire and was about to touch something. One time someone asked him to hold onto a set of priceless books dug up from some ancient civilization on a crusty old planet near some blue giant. Well that ancient set of books soon turned into ancient piles of ashes.
They're on display currently in a vault actually so it wasn't a total bust....except it was. It's just book ashes.
Boone let out a long sigh, placing his hands on his hips as he watched the sun slowly set on the scene, sirens filling the air and completely drowning out the sound of cooking metal and crumbling stone. "Well. Today can't get any worse" He said with a deep breath and then a long exhale, shrugging off the feeling on his shoulders and replacing it with the hope that maybe tomorrow he could make it up to the alliance counsel by offering to do more service in repairing the rails. That is, until he turned around and spotted a little figure coming towards him. Small, so not male and defiantly not some angry grandma that wanted top eat him or beat him.
One part of his mind was like "Who the heck is this?" But the other half, the much louder part, yelled "I KNOW WHO THAT IS"
Boone tensed slightly, narrowing his eyes a bit at the figure coming towards him. Was it too late to call back the alliance and tell them he needed back up? Probably
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jun 24, 2017 22:28:59 GMT -5
《 pardon the short andate reply. exams are on for me (just one left!).
so I was thinking that maybe your character could “win” at this little scene here, and goes to take my character prisoner. on the way though something happens and they learn about that “other villain”? I don't know
EDIT: Oh my god, I didn't realize just how brutal this was until rereading it today. Sorry for all the typos; I was literally falling asleep while weiting this last night cx 》
Vertigo stood perched on what used to be a rail line, gazing down on the chaotic scene below her.
It was a classically villainous picture, but Vertigo didn't do much to fill the frame; while she wasn't so short compared to some species, she was for a half-earthen scrap, and thin - not in the way that the models on the bright, candy-coloured billboards were airbrushed to be, but unhealthily thin, not for any lack of eating. Her shoulders, hidden under thick but flexible layers of fabric, jutted out like knives, and you could easily count her ribs. Her skin was deathly pale, a stark contrast to the dark pattern of lines painted on her face, around her eyes. Her face was long and narrow and gaunt. Her hair, snowy white, was pulled up into an intricately braided knot, was pulled up on top of her head. A sheep, they used to tease her in school.
Vertigo didn't really care that she was odd-looking - by Earth’s standards foreign, by Space’s forgettable. But she did care about what she was looking at. Her eyes - odd in their own right; the right was a brown so deep it was sometimes hard to tell it from the black, while the other iris was split halfway on a diagonal (one half was brown like the right, the other the other an ever-shifting pale sky blue) - were fixed on the blue man down below.
Her rival. Her nemesis. Her enemy.
“Boone,” she said, her thin lips shaping the enemy's name. “Feeling a little blue today?” She taunted, hating the sound of the words as they escaped he mouth. But banter paid beautifully, and she might as well earn a little extra cash from this latest plan gone awry (she wondered, sometimes, why she bothered to plan anything, seeing as the majority of her planning usually resulted in the exact opposite of what she'd been intending. It was too in her nature to plot things out for her to give up now.
Vertigo tilted her head, sneering (you had to be good at sneering to be a villain - Vertigo had practiced for hours in her apartment's tiny mirror. “I see you're doing as well as ever, messing up all ny plans,” Lies; Vertigo herself had messed up all her plans. Boone was simply reacting. But there was no way she was letting him settle this chaos.
It was hers, and she'd take it by force, if she had to.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jun 27, 2017 19:11:37 GMT -5
[ It's alright! Ik how you feeling right now, exams are brutal. Education is more important my friend. Take yours time. ( Lol I didn't notice much of the typos I was just as tired reading it ) ] [ Yes! That sounds like a good idea, like the other villain could do something that was like really bad or something lol. ]
Boone externally groaned at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue, turning around to gaze up at her with a annoyed expression on his face. Feeling blue? That's like the 100th time she's used that.... he thought bitterly while crossing his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. "Ran out of clever first liners today? Or are you going through a recycling phase?" He countered, shifting his crossed arms to hands on hips, like how a mother would scold her children. Honestly, if he had a dollar for every time some villain, or just someone has said that to him, he would be relaxing on the beaches on some distant planet while sipping on something cold while catching up on alien drama. Was no one creative these days? Didn't matter. Right now he had to deal with little miss snow top.
"Your plan?" He scoffed out with a mocking laugh to follow like she had told some joke. "Rightttttt, some plan genius. Did taking candy from a baby plan take a different turn? Did the baby fight back?" He taunted, letting his usual annoying charms take form.
Him and Vertigo go...back? If that was a proper way to explain his history to her. For the most part, he met her on his first day out as a "Hero" with his brand new suit and all that shiny stuff you get slapped into when you get out into the field. She is like his origin story villain...or post origin. No matter, what did matter is that every time they did but heads it wasn't pretty. But it made for good headlines in the tabloids and it gained Boone more attention...and sometimes it was good attention instead of the usual negative feedback.
"You have a monologue to this? You got angry at a rail conductor and decided to blow up the systems just to get pay back? You really got back at him! Just wait for his alien insurance to kick in...do aliens have insurance?" He asked, the last bit more to himself then to the girl standing before him. With a shake of his head he just gestured for her to come closer. "Whatever, I've had a long day and I really don't have time for 10 more insults or quips about how blue I am. Just turn yourself in now and we can all talk about this while you're being scanned into a prison sector" He asked or more so commanded.
Of course he knew she wasn't just gonna get down and let him take her to the nearest detention facility for transit to a prison somewhere in some distant sector. There was always a fight, and either ended in him being stuck somewhere or loosing her in some crowded alley. Either way, it was gonna be a fight but it didn't hurt to ask. If it was gonna turn into a fight at least he was warmed up and ready, the place was already trashed so it didn't hurt to trash it up some more. Was it bad he was itching to actually fight instead of doing clean up duty for the thousandth time? A real fight, that involved using his powers and actually getting some energy out.
"I'm sure if you go quietly, I can convince the alliance to give you a cell with a window view. Ya know, so when they lock you up for the rest of your life, you can watch life move on without ever knowing Vertigo. The could have been great villain to the Galactic Alliance Systems" Which to be honest, he had no idea if there were any cells with a window view. Most of the time criminals were locked up in a dark spot in some old rusting facility that cut them off from the outside world. Lock down 24/7, the only communication you get is with the other slimy, stinky criminals that they stuff in there.
Really sounds unpleasant. It made him wonder what they did with really bad villains. Like the ones that could kill thousands of people and not even break a sweat. The kind that really, actually really wanna destroy the universe. boone read about some really shady characters who could do that, war lords on the outer rims, bounty hunters with a thirst for blood and greedy for the money. The Alliance and all the planets under they're protection were basically squeaky clean and only like D list villains lived there. You don't see stuff like that here, Boone has never encountered someone like that. Murders, mass killers, psychos, war lords....dark people. Causing mass destruction and death. Causing a lot of dark stuff....
But Boone highly doubts any of that kind of stuff would happen, this was the Alliance's sector for Galactic Sake. Nothing bad happenes in the eye of the alliance.
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jun 27, 2017 23:13:27 GMT -5
《 Well, I'm officially done with school until September, so that's a plus.
This one should hopefully be a little more put together and coherent cx 》
Vertigo narrowed her eyes, just a touch, a familiar seething irritation settling about herself. Of course this was the hero she had to deal with time and time again. Aside from being completely useless on the job, Boone also excelled at annoying her. He set her blood boiling - which was saying a lot, seeing as Vertigo, for as long as she could remember, was perpetually cold; another one of her unusual health issues. He was just so… so… She could never find the right word for it. She'd never been the best with her words; she was a numbers person, good with codes and puzzles and all those things - Not that she was shy by any means, either. What made things worse was that he was from Earth - of course her nemesis had to be from the same small, distant planet as her. Not that it was a widely known fact, in her case. She didn't go spouting her history to every news reporter on the corner - they didn't know where she'd come from, only that she was the daughter of an infamous space pirate, and had popped up out of nowhere after that particular group of pirates had been squashed.
Her lips curled up into a smug little smile; practiced, calculated. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking down at him. “You didn't show up with any candy for me to take, so naturally I had to improvise.” Vertigo retorted, eyes burning in contrast to her general frost-bitten appearance. She had unusual eyes; the left was a brown so dark it was hard to discern the pupil from the iris, while the right was split - half that same brown, the other half an ice blue.
She rolled her eyes. “You mean the part where I lay all my evil plans at your feet?” Vertigo snorted. “Keep dreaming; this isn't some Telorian Soap Opera, Boone.” Well, that was mostly true. This was definitely real life, but she did get a fatter paycheck for putting on a good show. Chaos paid well, as did drama, and Vertigo was happy to provide a steady stream of both so long as it kept her pockets stuffed. But chaos seemed to follow her around more than her fair share of the time, and she really didn't always intend for things to get so out of hand - she'd read reports where she'd been criticized for being ‘sloppy’ - it made her bristle. Actually, if she thought about it, it was Boone that chaos followed, and of course Boone seemed to follow her everywhere.
Vertigo ignored the lurch of panic that followed his mention of prison. No, no, she was not intending to go to prison. And there was no way anyone was going to give her a window view, or any kind of view. She'd been locked up before, without the prison taking into account that she could easily access the system to unlock her door from her cell. There was no way they'd make the same mistake twice.
And now… she'd managed to get some epinephrine into her system after the reaction at the office, but that did nothing to restore the amount of energy she'd exerted. Vertigo could feel the heaviness in her limbs, the tiredness through to her bones. Using her power, splitting herself from her body - it would be more dangerous than it was worth. She wasn't going to win a fight against him today. She knew that.
It didn't mean she wouldn't try.
She tilted her head, feigning amusement. “An interesting offer; maybe we'd be cellmates. How much do you owe in repair costs, again?” She crooned. “Well, let's see, there was that time on Xandrion II… And the Vaskell Beast Incident-”
She didn't finish her own sentence. Without warning, she whipped out her gun and fired a round in his general direction - which likely missed, but she didn't stop to check. Her current plan involved the old fashioned retreat and escape with her prize. It would lose her some points, as would using her gun instead of her powers, but escaping with her life seemed marginally more important than money at the moment. The thought almost stilled her. Would Boone really send her to her death? They'd fought so many times… He'd even caught her before, as she had captured him, but… it was always temporary. No one had ever really won before.
But it was the hero who always won. Inevitably. She really should have considered it more thoroughly beforehand, had seen it coming, not thought of it as something that was perpetually in the distant future. If only she'd seen it coming - the same way she should've seen the scrap of metal upon the ground, a hunk of what used to be the rail line.
Vertigo hit the ground face down, a string of heavily accented (and rather colourful) curses flying from her lips. It took her a moment to find her footing underneath her, what with the way the world seemed to be swaying around her, and another to realize she'd dropped her gun.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jun 28, 2017 20:45:32 GMT -5
[ Yayyyy freedommmmmmm at lasttttt ]
"Pretty sure my debt will be forgiven when I finally drag you in" Boone said, ready to shoot back whatever comeback popped into his head before little miss thing decided to shoot at him. He danced back and around to avoid getting shot, despite what you may hear not all superheroes were bullet proof no matter how strong they may seem. "What the heck?! Did you literally do the talking and shooting bit?" Boone called after the girl, watching her run away or...attempt before tripping over on some metal. He let out a long sigh, easily making his way over to her while she stumbled for her stepping. He took hold of her wrist when he was beside her and jerked her upright.
"Tell me is this part of your plan as well? Or did you forget to have a cup of coffee this morning?" He inquired while trying to find the cuffs he....uh 'normally' brings with him."If it is then I think you're on the right track. What's next I wonder" His sarcasm dripped off his tongue while he brought out the little square device that looked like little suit cufflinks.
"Alright- ahem. Vertigo, by order of the Great Alliance Accord and the Alliance Sanctum, you are here by under arrest for past crimes against the Galactic order. You will be detained and then prosecuted for your crimes against the public and will be evaluated for punishment" Boone said in a rather lazy manner, it surprised him that he remembered most of that considering he doesn't get to say it that often. He sometimes got to say them to a little petty thief that was lifting some bread from the market and the other times were to in fact Vertigo but sadly most of the time he either never got to finish or didn't bother which resulted in paper work since he didn't say the full thing. He pulled back the wrist he was currently holding onto and attached on of the square cube devices, a instant ring of blue energy extended from the two port holes while the other cube he held was starting to glow brightly since activated. "Ya know, I was totally feeling down earlier but you really made my day. Ever thought about being in the decoy business?" He inquired with a hefty little exhale, a smile perking onto his lips as he reached for her other hand.
To be honest this felt a bit too easy, but then again he was sure she would escape somehow. But that would be blamed on the actual officers and not him if he can get her to them before she escapes. But today felt....off. It didn't feel like the rest of the days where he had caught her. He didn't know if it was fumes getting to his head or if he was just being tired and needing some sleep.
"Maybe prison will be good you know, you get three hot-ish meals per day and you get to make so many friends. Maybe you can start a knitting club!" Or did criminals even have time to chit chat with the other? Who knew. He didn't have to worry about it....even if he was in debt for some repair costs. He still got them paid so it didn't matter it wasn't like he was scamming the city. Would it be bad to mention that...if that were to happen where he was wanted for crimes that he had a easy escape plan? There were sectors in the galaxy that the Alliance didn't have power over....usually places that were either wastelands or places that are used by pirates for secret hangouts. Or....
There was the Yukon Order out in sector 5....basically the Alliances 'enemy' who supposedly offer better living to the people or creatures under their control. Instead of locking up criminals they go through a sort of 'rehab' that cleanses them from any impurities that they have in their mind. And the citizens all live in places assigned to them, based on how much money you can lay down upfront depends on how good your living quarters will be. Yukon is erm....well Boone didn't know a lot about them. Any time he tried to read up on the order he was shut out and told to find something else to look into. It's like taboo to mention the place, to mention anything about them. All he knew about them so far today was that the Alliance was loosing planets to them slowly by the number. Last week half of the alliances planets in sector 22B were halved because of them switching to the Yukon....or just pulling out from any agreement.
That happened too....some planets sometimes just want to be left alone to their own government. Like the Ziv Empire or the Xadivens. But he didn't see why, considering that without either the Yukon Order or The Alliance there's nothing to stop pirates or warlords from over taking the planet and letting out chaos. Which again....happens from time to time. A lot more dangerous stuff happens in the galaxies then what happens on earth. "So any requests for a cell? Want some padded furniture? Maybe a little reading lamp so you can read up on your stories? Oh! How about a lava lamp? Those things are cool" He went back to talking after what felt like an hour just thinking about this and that. "I know a guy who makes the coolest Lava Lamps...if he's still alive that is." Boone muttered before shrugging.
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write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jun 30, 2017 22:41:05 GMT -5
Vertigo hissed under her breath as Boone pulled her up and towards him. She tried to yank her arm away, to stomp, kick, squirm, anything to get away from him, but his grip was firm around her bony wrist - surprisingly so for someone who seemed so generally incompetent. Eventually she stilled, realizing her attempts were in vain, and that it would be better to save her remaining strength for a better opportunity to escape. She'd managed it before, after all.
Instead she focused on shooting him a mighty glare, as if that look could convey all of her hatred of him. Not that it was anything he wouldn't already know. She'd told him quite blatantly in past of her extreme dislike of him. The last time he'd captured her (which she escaped from), she'd even composed it into a poem for him. She'd been quite pleased with herself for that one. Now, as he set about binding her hands with a set of high-tech handcuffs, her eyes blazed, and mentally she rattled off a list of the things about him that annoyed her. 1. Sarcasm. Wasn't every hero sarcastic these days? What ever happened to good old fashioned chivalry? 2. Fire. People compared them far too often to fire and ice which, despite her pallor, was ridiculous, because Vertigo hated the cold. His fingers were starkly hot against her wrist, and she wondered if his touch could burn - not that she had any kind of desire to be in contact with him longer than absolutely necessary. 3. His sense of humour. He was ridiculous. Who even knitted anymore? 4. His nose. This one was a little unfounded, but it irritated her for no other reason than being. Of course, her own nose was slightly crooked thanks to his fist, so maybe it was more of a grudge…
The list went on. There were a great many more things she could add to it. After all, she'd had plenty of time to reflect on them all.
“How do you know I'm not a decoy, then?” Vertigo questioned, raising her eyebrows. Of course, there weren't a great many people who would want her as their decoy, considering jobs she was involved in often seemed to be extremely unpredictable, but that was irrelevant. She tipped her head. “That I'm not just some distraction here to keep you from noticing the bigger threat? Seems pretty dangerous to me. Perhaps you ought to go check it out, and I'll wait here like a good little arrestee.” Her smile was downright fiendish. Of course, he would have to be even more of an idiot than she already believed him to be to fall for it (it wasn't even a real attempt), but she did delight in getting under his skin. She gave no indication that his own remark had touched a nerve - three hot meals a day. Her stomach pinched. Vertigo wasn't starving, but times had been pretty lean, lately. Hence this little mission here, entirely unsanctioned. She could use the money.
“A reading lamp would be delightful,” she replied airily. “That way I can keep up with all your latest blunders. They're quite amusing, I find. Have you read the comments recently? Very interesting, indeed.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 2, 2017 0:40:39 GMT -5
Boone narrowed his eyes slightly at her words and felt his mouth twitch slightly at the thought that should be working with someone else. "Yeah right. Like you would risk your so called 'pride' with working with someone else. You don't exactly like sharing the glory" He muttered as he connected the other cuff to her wrist and nudged her forward. "And don't worry. You can still read about my blunders, but I think you'll be too busy reading all the stories about how you got caught by said blunder. Just think about it" Boone said as he began to walking, nudging her forward away while keeping a hand on her forearm. "VILLAN ESCAPE GETS TRIPPED UP BY METAL SCRAP- A story about how you were stopped by a piece of metal. That was in a way, caused by you and your GENIUS plan" Boone described using his free hand to slowly slide across the space in front of him, blue fire slowly seeping from his hands to form the words in the air for just a moment before being swiped away. That would be the story he would pin on a wall. Honestly he wouldn't mind the hateful comments that followed about how he didn't do anything, he would be too busy enjoying the fact that Vertigo was stopped by a piece of metal laying on the ground.
Although it did kind of disappointed him. He really needed to let loose some energy. Even that little fire lettering display he did made his skin tingle and beg for more release. His body felt like a balloon being pumped again and again with hot air. And he had to expel some of that someway, but lately it's just been in small amounts...repair a broken pipe or to cook something. Start a little fire in the fire place...he rarely got to go all out and just get tired. The last time he had a large amount of energy expelled was back on earth and that...ended badly. So badly that he forced himself to be constantly aware of what was around him.
When he sat down he had to constantly keep in mind to not catch the chair on fire. When he touched someone he had to be aware of it. Like right now, how he was holding onto Vertigo he was chanting a thought in his head Don't set her on fire. In fact he was curious about something- Did he feel...hot? When people touched him does it feel like being near a open flame? Because to him, he felt so cold. Like he felt really cold. He should ask someone one of these days.
Back to real life, it wasn't long before he felt a little buzz in his ear. The ear piece he always had tucked in there was buzzing like crazy, in fact it almost made his ear hurt from all the buzzing. He quickly tapped onto the thing light enough to activate the pick up call thing, since the com link was only used by two other lines. One line was to the Alliance to give missions to him and the other was for news updates. It was like a pager...but people don't really know what a pager is in space. The Galaxy completely skipped the pager phase and cellphone era and right to the holograms you would see in star wars. Although what he heard through the com link wasn't your typical Princess Leia message.
It started out as loud static that made him jerk sideways and stop completely. He yanked the thing from his ear with a hiss, the static changing to a loud ringing before switching to static again. "I knew I shouldn't have gotten the discounted one" He muttered as he looked at the thing, only to hear the words ring from the tiny speaker clear as day. BREAKER EMERGENCY. Which was like Code Red in English terms. Breaker was the high level threat, a level that the Alliance never announces on home turf.
But it didn't end there. "Reports of active violence in Central have been reported. Containment 79% Victim number ranges from 20-50 incidents. Confirmed deceased 30-100 cases"
Cases meant people. 30 to 100 people dead.
Containment meant how much of it was cleaned up and under control. And incidents were once again people that could become cases.
"Details: Unknown. Heroes on sight: 3 Active 2 disabled. Emergency recall: Active."
5 heroes in total basically. 3 were active and still doing containment. 2 were disabled...or dead. Emergency recall was basically the Alliance version of Backup.
He felt like a different kind of cold rolled through his body listening to the message, it being loud enough for him to just hold the tiny device in his fingers. Boone didn't even realize that the device was even repeating the same thing or even giving new information by the time he decided to come back to the ground. He's been in the alliance for roughly...a year? And in all that time, there was never a recorded event of a this kind of situation. Maybe it's another planet....he thought bitterly, trying to convince himself that this was just a different frequency from a different Alliance planet. Or maybe it was just a joke from a drama network. Boone tipped his head slightly, bit his bottom lip as he pondered. You might think Man he's taking this well. Honestly he was a complete panic on the inside. He just chose not to show it in front of Vertigo for his own 'prideful' self.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 2, 2017 9:07:09 GMT -5
《 I keep meaning to ask, but Boone isn't constantly on fire, is he? Or does he just control it / have the ability to light himself on fire? And is his skin blue, or just the fire? Help me I keep reading these when I'm far too tired and confusing myself
Vertigo glowered at Boone’s words, debating the merits of splitting (that was word she used to describe the process of astral projection) and punching him in the face. It might be dangerous in her current state, but she thought the experience might be worth the consequence. Though if she passed out he would have to carry her, and that would be far more of a blow to her dignity. Being escorted by him, his hand clasped on her forearm (thankfully over her sleeve this time; she preferred as little contact as possible) was bad enough.
He certainly didn't have to touch her to be annoying. Her hackles raised a hair at his words about not wanting to share glory. Who was he kidding? Vertigo was shot out of glory. The tabs were starting to refer to her as a petty criminal rather than a villain. A few more blunders and she'd be done. And it wasn't as if it was easy to transfer into another line of work after being a registered villain. Placed weren't exactly leaping to hire ex-convicts - if you managed to stay out of prison. The only things after villainy was exile, imprisonment or death - meanwhile Alliance goons who ran around in spandex all day got a wonderful retirement package, healthcare coverage and insurance. It wasn't as if Vertigo had ever planned on being a supervillain…
And she was tired. So tired. She felt it in the weight of every muscle, her boots like anchors, keeping her fuzzy light head from floating off into oblivion.
And Boone was so frustratingly… frustrating. Vertigo couldn't punch him, but she did swiftly drive her heel back into his shin. And stumbled.
Mercifully they lapsed into silence shortly after as they walked, which spared Vertigo both from his infuriating banter and the distraction of focusing on anything but walking in a straight line. His hand was still steady on her arm, but she refused to lean on him for support. She hoped his ship - or wherever they were headed - was nearby.
And then they stopped. Vertigo whipped around, already drumming up an arsenal of taunts about what the hold-up was, but stopped as she beheld to device in his hands. Static cut through the speaker, and then - a message. She froze as the system relayed its message, the meaning clear. A chill racked her body. Two disabled. Three active. They'd sent five heroes after the threat, and two had already been neutralized. And more - thirty to one hundred deaths so far. Vertigo blanched. She didn't kill people - not ever. That wasn't her style. She created chaos and disorder and usually a pricey mess, but she didn't kill anyone.
Of course, that didn't mean this was anywhere near -
BOOM!
The explosion shook the ground, and Vertigo stumbled again, glancing her chin off of Boone’s shoulder before shoving him away. Her eyes swept the horizon, searching for its source. There. At least several kilometers in the distance, she saw the smoke rising in the air, black and acrid and wrong. Beneath it, a skyscraper emblazoned with the sigil of some mega-corporation burned, tilted at an angle that couldn't be natural, that couldn't possibly hold. Her lungs squeezed, her heart stopped, her body froze as she watched. And the building collapsed in on itself.
Vertigo turned to face Boone, eyes wide, shaking her head wildly. “Boone, that wasn't me - I didn't do that - I wouldn't-” She sputtered, pleading. Simultaneously, the horrible thought occurred to her that she could try to take the blame for this one, for it would certainly boost her scores, but the thought revolted her as much as it was appealing. Besides, the penalty for something like that - surely it would be a death sentence. She reached desperately for the words to get it across so that he'd believe her, turning up with scraps as usual. Witty lines and comebacks, she could do, but expressing herself? Good luck. “I didn't set anything. And I'm not - I don't work with anyone else. You know that. Hell, you know that no one would want to work with me.” Belatedly, she realized ‘Hell’ was an Earthen word, but she found it very hard to care in the moment.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 2, 2017 15:25:23 GMT -5
[ He's not constantly on fire, and even so the only things that are really on fire is his hair. The rest of his body is like barely blue, more like blue tinted, and when he isn't on fire his hair is sort of like white. I hope that makes sense, I have such trouble like giving descriptions blarg I hope I help the Ult, and not confuse further lol ]
If there was a code for something worse then Breaker, Boone would like to name it Shatter. Cause frankly, everything around him felt shattered.
He watched that tower crumble to the ground after a heartbeat of just staying still in a single spot at that crooked angle. The com link in his hand went back to static as it happened, new reports probably flying in. How many die there? Someone was bound to try and keep that tower up right? At that angle it seemed like something was trying to keep it upright but the weight was probably too much. I could have a small voice said in the back of his mind. I could have tried at least.
He wasn't that strong really...he hasn't really checked to see how strong he really was. As far as he knew, he was strong enough to lift a truck or space craft. But a whole building? He was sure his muscles would rip apart if that were to happen. But....he could have been there to try. He knew that building, or the area it was in. It was part of the busiest part of the whole city on this planet. Loads of people lived there, shop there and walk around there. Traffic clogs up around noon each day cause that was the time when the Space carrier came in with people and dropped them off. So many people and creatures and....
He hadn't noticed his hair had gone out, replaced now by white hair with a faint blue hue to it. Sometimes his hair goes out at the oddest of times. But right now wasn't exactly an 'odd time'. He didn't know what to think or do he was...he felt his chest get tight and that itch grow in his fingers. He should have been down there...he could have been down there. Why didn't the alliance call him? Why only 5 heroes for a Breaker Emergency? He could have helped, maybe 6 would have been better and more people...would be....
His thoughts were interrupted by Vertigo who was blubbering like a fish. She didn't do that? It didn't occur to Boone that maybe this was indeed connected to Vertigo. For a moment he thought it would be possible, that she could have gone far enough to team up with some psycho group of killers from the outer rim. His hair flared back up, gusting upwards like someone was feeding the flame. His eyes burned and he felt his hands grow hot. But he knew....she wouldn't have the guts to do something like this. For once he was actually believing her words...but he felt another part of his rain scream that this wasn't something he should do. That he shouldn't believe her and to just go straight to Main central and see what has happened. But he couldn't leave her either, he wanted her to be at least locked up in a small containment cage before he went scouting....or before he actually punches her.
"I don't know what to believe at this moment, and frankly I don't think I'm in the mood to really talk about it with something bigger then you begging is happening" He said, trying to keep his voice leveled but he so badly wanted to yell at her that this wasn't the time to be begging. People were hurt and injured and here he was stuck out in the middle of an old forgotten scene.
"Come on" He muttered, grabbing her by the forearm and dragging her foreword...but into a run. Like a fast run, right now the broken up cement and towards a hunk of rubble pointing upwards toward the sky. There was no time to take some speeder or bike. And frankly he's only tried this out twice before but now would seem like a good time for a flight test. Well not really but he really couldn't see any other option. So he pulled Vertigo in close- and usually in a situation here the hero goes flying off with a girl by his side he carries her all dainty like. You know, bridal style and all that gentlemen stuff. But Boone wasn't a gentlemen.
He tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he climbed up the mound of rubble and pushed off the ground, the fire along his head once more flaring up as he actually gained air. The inside of his suit felt cold, but to others it might feel like a fire was trapped beneath the surface of the fire proof material. At first he thought he was actually gonna stay in the air, going a few meters forward like he really was superman. Up here he had a better view of what had happened. Smoke was billowing into the air, all dark like a storm cloud. Fire was raging across the ground and there were little specks running about. He wanted to stop and just stare for a little bit....but the air shifted as his sudden air time was descending slowly...and then rapidly as he lost focus on the air.
Crap crap crap He thought as they descended, feeling his body jerk a bit as the air around them was rushing past trying to turn his body so his feet wouldn't make contact. He had to focus and stay upright, he was honestly thinking about tossing Vertigo to the ground as a human landing pad but that wasn't hero like....at least right now.
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 3, 2017 22:42:38 GMT -5
《 Okay, yes, this is very helpful, thank you.
Is it weird that your description is making me think of Hades from Disney's Hercules? Except a more attractive, human-looking version cx 》
Vertigo’s slew of babbling cut off abruptly at his response. Her lips pinched together. Begging? She refrained from spitting in his face. What did he expect? Technically, he held her life in his hands. The court would believe every word out of the mouths of an Alliance member like they were spouted by some divine deity, especially up against someone like her. She understood why her words were worth nothing, but it didn't change the fact that Boone could easily condemn her for a crime that wasn't hers and earn her a death penalty. But that hadn't even been her first thought when she'd tried to tell him - it was at least the third thing to come to her mind. First and foremost, at the sight of the explosion, she was… horrified.
Before she could respond, however, he was tugging her along behind him. And he was running - no, sprinting was the better word for it. Vertigo had no choice but to do the same, adrenaline battling with preternatural exhaustion to keep her feet moving beneath her. They didn't run very far, only to a large hunk of rubble, but her breathing was embarrassingly labored by the time they reached it. After weeks of rationing, nearly going into anaphylactic shock not an hour before, and use of her powers, Vertigo felt kind of like she'd been run over by a tractor. Repeatedly.
Of course, it had to get worse; as he moved to scale the rubble, he drew her in close and tossed her over his shoulder like some sack of potatoes. She gasped, at the unexpected motion, then bristled. “What the f-” Vertigo snapped, cursing quite profusely. “Boone, you bloody dimwit, put me down! ” She definitely was not at all grateful about being taken off her feet. Not even if there was no way she would've managed the climb on her own in her current state. She refused to feel gratitude for her nemesis. Besides, the gesture felt more demeaning than anything. “I swear on the stars I'll take apart your ship and sell its guts to the scrap traders!”
She'd at least expected he'd stop at the top of the rubble. They'd get a better view from up there, obviously, and maybe could have stopped to actually think about a plan of action. Each of them independently. Boone might decide to drop her off somewhere before valiantly charging off to help his fellow superheroes, and she'd go along with it (with several escape plans already prepared in the back of her mind). But he didn't.
Boone ran straight off of the edge.
Vertigo shouted something that may or may not have been an actual word. It might have started as a curse on Boone’s name or a plea for help, but it came out as pure sound. There were meters of open air beneath them, and good god, this was how Boone was finally going to kill her. They were going to fall to their deaths - or at least near-deaths - and that would be that. Except, then it wasn't. Suddenly the ground was getting farther away from them, and noise again escaped from Vertigo’s lips - this time in the form of semi-hysterical laughter - because they were flying. Useless Boone could fly. Instinctively, she gripped tightly to his suit (she was restricted from properly holding on to him by the manacles), doing her best to ignore the heat beneath her fingertips. He eyes were wide as she beheld the scene from this angle, much easier to see while they were in the air. Flying.
And then, just as suddenly, they weren't flying anymore. Boone fell apart as they hurtled toward the ground, and Vertigo felt her heart lurch into her throat. What happened? What was happening? Boone must have lost control over his ability; did he even know how to fly? Now they were both falling, both crashing, both speeding towards their imminent deaths. Vertigo grappled for a plan, and idea, something to minimize the damage, but she had nothing on her, and her powers could do nothing to save their physical bodies. Her spirit could attack other spirits, brush the physical realm, but it couldn't carry any weight. Anyway, she dealt best with energy, with electricity and systems and - Boone was crackling with heat. She was holding on to a contained inferno, a live wire. He was bursting with energy.
She'd never tried messing with living beings before, except in a fight. Even then, she was basically just hurling her own energy at them. So Vertigo hadn't the slightest idea what she was doing as she slapped her palms down on Boone’s back and pushed with her power, picturing in the back of her mind an Earthen doctor using a defibrillator shouting clear! She desperately imagined flicking a switch, rebooting the system, doing anything to turn his power back on. “FLY YOU USELESS NYMPH!”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 5, 2017 11:25:33 GMT -5
[ Ahhh sorry for the delay, I was caught up in 4th of July plans and stuff. I'll have my reply up by tonight or tomorrow morning I promise ] [ Hercules the remake: Except Hades is easy on the eyes
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 6, 2017 12:58:35 GMT -5
It certainly felt like electricity shooting up his spine man.
At first they were falling, his eyes loosing sight at the image in front of him of a burning tower with flames burning across the ground only to be replaced with blurred images. And then he heard Vertigo yell, something related to a nymph...and then he felt something crawl up his spine like lightning striking him. The energy he so carefully controls and keeps under wraps was suddenly bursting out of his control and he could no longer contain it. His body lurched in midair, a couple feet from the ground to which he was sure they would have become slush puddles of waste. His breathing felt uneven, his grip on Vertigo tightening in a manner that didn't really seem like he was only just trying to keep her from falling. This feeling of overwhelming energy inside of him mixing with his own unstable fire felt weird and just....well overwhelming.
But it was effective. They weren't propelling to their deaths and he was actually staying in the air. For the moment at least. And he hoped it was just for a moment. "You can explain what you did later..." He said, looking over his shoulder at Vertigo before moving again. Faster this time then taking off, fearing that this surge of energy going through him will fade as fast as it had came and they would only avoid death for a moment.
But it was nothing like the view that came to him when they got closer to the scene of fires and rubble. And death. He could see people in the streets confused and wondering around while some were still running and screaming from the large mound of rubble that use to be a building. He made another sudden lurch in the air, not all that good at the brakes considering he's never been up for this long. He stayed there, looking down at the scene before him in hidden horror. How could this have happened? Here of all places, it-it was nearly impossible to commit something like this right on the Alliances home planet.
He didn't even know where to start....should he be down there helping people get out of the area or should he be helping people out of the rubble that has taken over most of the square? Boone felt like his brain was going to jump from his skull if he didn't figure out something soon besides floating in the air like some idiot. He swallowed the lump growing in his throat before heading down there, shifting Vertigo from his shoulder to his arms in the formal bridal style as he got closer, and in the safe way, to the ground. Slowly....very slowly. Once on the ground though he set down Vertigo and only held onto her forearm as a way to keep her from running, that feeling in his stomach still churning around a bit. Okay so the first thing to do was...was to get the civilians out of the way or-or was it to clear the rubble for incoming medical vehicles? Or was it to wait for higher level heroes to come- well actually there were probably some around but....who knows what happened to them.
"Hey! They're here!"
The voice snapped Boone out of it, shifting his attention to the actual crowd gathering around slowly as the sound of space cruisers engines were heard in the air. Two large, black cruisers glided into the open space with a large silver symbol printed on the side. Basically an A with a half circle covering the bottom of it. Simple but the Alliance wasn't really known for flashy symbols. Action over appearance you know? The cruisers landed on the flattest part of the broken up roads, one had to land directly on a busted up vehicle...which only made it a large flat metal pancake under the weight of the ship. The bay doors opened with a hiss once settled on the ground and began to open wide to let the Alliance workers inside out. Boone automatically moved out of the way as the workers dived into the group of civilians, flashbacks to earth and how paramedics would jump out of a ambulance and into the thick crowd of people to help whoever was hurt in whatever accident they were a part of. And yet here Boone was, standing here stupidly with some criminal in cuffs.
But that didn't matter. What mattered was what was happening around him.....
And what was happening seemed to only be a beginning
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 6, 2017 22:04:19 GMT -5
《 no problem c:
well, he must be HOT with all that fire *ba dum chh* That doesn't even qualify as a joke. Canon: Boone = Hades, but also eye candy, and not a villain cx
Vertigo had visited her grandparents’ farm in the countryside several times as a child, an hour or so south and west of her home in Dublin by car. She remembered cuddling up with baby goats and feeding chickens, but mostly they bred racehorses. Big, tall, strong creatures, corded with muscle rippling beneath their skin. She liked to watch them in the pasture, galloping around. She stood staring through the gap in the fence, not yet tall enough to see over, and far too scared to climb up and sit on the top, where the electric wire ran. In truth, the electric fence only gave a little buzz, barely a sting, but Vertigo had always imagined that she would be thoroughly electrocuted, burnt to a crisp like they were in the cartoons. It had given her grandparents quite the laugh when she'd told them, but she didn't feel too bad because she'd always liked her grandparents; they'd never treated her like glass like so many people did in those days.
She kind of felt the way she'd imagined being electrocuted to be now.
The shock rattled her body from her fingertips to her skull to her toes. No pain, but a sudden crackling sensation. She gasped softly. It wasn't as if she'd been struck by lightning, she decided; she felt as though she was the lightning. It was strange and brief, lasting only for a few seconds, in which Boone sharply ended their descent, and then leveled off again.
They were alive. Still flying, and not splatted in a pancake on the ground. She clung to Boone dazedly, heart still pounding. Her cheeks felt flushed, her blood hot in her veins. And where she'd a moment ago felt exhausted… Vertigo felt as if she'd just downed a double shot of espresso. ’You can explain what you did later’, Boone said. She shook her head, dumbfounded. “I don't know…” She told him truthfully. “I have no idea what just happened.” Besides, she thought, if I did, you'd be the last person I'd explain it to.
He flew them the rest of the way over to the scene uneventfully. Vertigo braced herself for a rough landing, but Boone swung her down into a bridal style carry and set her down fairly gently. She shoved herself away from his hold as quickly as possible, though his grip on her arm kept her from going far - and she had no doubt that the manacles themselves had some sort of programming to keep her from going too far. There was a chance she could disable them, but Boone would likely recognize what she was trying the second she split, which left her body prone. Either way, her mind wasn't on escaping, at the moment. Instead she was staring at the scene to which they'd arrived.
Chaos. A mess. And… sinister. A bad feeling hung in the air, which reminded her somewhat of the old gothic movies she used to watch as a child. But this was real. And so, so much worse. Her teeth dragged across her lip, a nervous habit. She watched the Alliance vehicles roll in.
Beside her, Boone was motionless. He looked… he looked like he was in shock. She elbowed him, none-too-gently, and gestured with a tilt of her chin. “I think that's your cue,” Vertigo said, taunting him carefully. Taunting him was usual, comfortable, familiar in this horrendous scene. Something they both knew how to manage. “You know, aiding the civilians, getting them out of the line of fire. Your job.”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 10, 2017 2:40:11 GMT -5
[ Gah sorry I'm taking forever. I've been sick here and there, but I swear I'll reply tomorrow. I'm not dead yet kke word is yet ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 10, 2017 13:52:41 GMT -5
《 No problem! I've actually been sick/mysterious medical case for the past few weeks (doing better now mostly though) too ironically experiencing vertigo , so I feel ya. Sleep, eat some soup, and get better c: 》
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 10, 2017 22:18:05 GMT -5
[ Must be a late sick season or something, I hope you get better soon. Get lots of rest and eat as much soup as you want ]
Boone shot Vertigo a glare, scowling at her like he was trying to tell her that now was not the time for her little jabs. But as much as he would hate to admit it, she was right. He had to do something, it's the exact reason he had this uniform on. So he dragged Vertigo over to the nearest Alliance soldier and thrust her to the other to hold onto. "What her will ya?" He said, the startled soldier fumbling for words as he just held onto Vertigo with hesitance, like he wasn't sure what this new added command was to be done with.
As low as Boone was in the ranking, he was still glad that even Zero level heroes were allowed some command over some of the lesser soldiers in the Alliance. Didn't mean they all listened though. "ZERO!" Barked a voice so low and yet so loud that you would think for a moment that it was a cannon being set off right in front of your ears. It came from a man that made Boone feel like a 3rd grader again, young and helpless. The man that made that voice echo around them came from a large barrel chested fell with salt and pepper hair. He looked like the normal Ex Military type, short cropped hair with a cigar clenched between his lips. The only thing that was really odd about him were the Zangarden tattoos plastered over his eyes. There really wasn't a good way to explain those either, it sort of looked like a grid of small hexagons with small white outlines. Apparently it's suppose to be some kind of cool trade mark or whatever. Either way it made the man that much more scary to look at. Who he was, was plain and simple. He was his commander, the head of chief of his department. Basically his boss that got to yell at him if he ever screwed up.
"Where the heck were you when we called for any nearby heroes to show up?!" He barked again at Boone, now standing right in front of him, towering almost a foot above Boone. "C-Call? Sir I didn't receive anything like that! I-I swear" Boone stuttered as he tried to find his voice in front of the man. He didn't any call except the emergency warning voice already alerting him of the threat. Did he-Did he miss a call while cleaning up the rail accident? The way his commander was looking at him made him feel as if he should have just shut up before even opening his mouth. "Stop stuttering like a fool!" He snapped at Boone, the action making Boone stand up straight and nod quickly at the man. "Figures though...I would think that maybe our communications would reach at least out to the rail outskirts...guess not" The man mumbled to himself, rubbing his chin and gazing down at the ground. "W-was the communications towers knocked out?"
"More then knocked out, almost completely destroyed....not like getting in other heroes would have really helped" He grumbled. Boone wanted to deny that statement, that maybe calling in more heroes probably would have made a difference in...whatever happened. "Doesn't matter right now, we need to worry about the populace...and clearing out as many citizens from the wide open as possible" He directed off the subject and onto the matter at hand, of course leaving Boone to questions he was yearning to ask but didn't really have the courage to honestly say them out loud and demand for them to be answered. He would just have to wait for the reports...like every other low leveled hero has to. "Did you clean up the rail accident today?" The commander asked after a moment, looking down at Boone with expecting eyes.
"What? Oh! Yum, I cleared out any civilians that were caught in the accident and brought back Um...." Boone nodded toward Vertigo, shifting slightly. "Oh really? So she was the cause of the rails combusting like that?" He said, his tone of voice was odd though. Like he suspected that she had more to do with it...like how Boone had thought moments before. "Um yeah but-but she had been found alone and without any sign of communication device on her to signal that she was working with another group" He added, only because he knew that no one would dare stoop to the level of her for a distraction. Defiantly not someone that could easily be caught.
"Hm...I see. I expect that report to come in with the addition of this....now get to cleaning up. You're on large rubble clean up. And try to do it quick" The commander ordered, before stalking off to someone else, people being lead away in large groups to behind barriers or put onto transport ships that were busted up to whatever sector they lived at.
Yay....clean up patrol. "Clean up, clean up...everybody clean up" He mumbled to himself, frowning at the lack of info he was once again left to fish for probably in the old dusty record room back at the Alliance base.
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 11, 2017 21:38:06 GMT -5
《 Seems like it. I'm pretty good now, though. 》
If Vertigo got any gratification from Boone’s answering scowl, it was immediately quashed when he shoved her into the hold of some nameless Alliance soldier - no, nevermind, not nameless; his name, or maybe his last name, was printed in all capital letters on his nametag. Qusul. Definitely not Earthen, though that wasn't too surprising, since not many folks were in this part of the system. Earthen tech hadn't caught up with many other species yet. Judging by the soldier's purplish skin and pretty green eyes, she guessed he was Suyffehr. And judging by the awkward grip he held of her arm, he had no idea what he was supposed to do with her. She huffed, watching Boone walk away to go do something heroic. Or maybe further embarrass himself.
He'd sidelined her.
Vertigo growled lowly, scowling at Boone’s retreating figure. She mumbled a few distinct curses under her breath, and mimed a not-so-friendly hand gesture behind his back.
It got a little better when he was yelled at by some macho Alliance boss-man with the strange hexagonal tattoos. Vertigo thought it looked kind of like a bad Earthen makeup ad - which wasn't to say it wasn't intimidating. To be fair, a lot of the weirder Earthen fashion trends were kind of intimidating. But Vertigo thought she had much better eyeliner game - the dramatic black wings upped her villainous look. She'd always maintained the notion that it was her equivalent of war paint. In any case, it was very pleasing to see Boone being so reprimanded. His answers were stuttering. She smirked, enjoying every second of it.
Until the conversation came to her, that is. She… That was it. They moved on. They barely suspected her of having been involved in… whatever this was. And they didn't even mention her name. Vertigo frowned. She thought she at least ought to be worth a mention, overshadowing catastrophe aside. She had managed to bring down the whole railway line by herself. Well, accidentally. And maybe it was possible actually that it hadn't been her, that maybe it had been whoever did all this, even if she'd thought it had been. It wouldn't have been the first time she'd accidentally gotten carried away using her power… The destruction of the rail line had started between the moment she'd been slipping back within her own body and regaining confidence. Honestly, she had no idea if it had been her or not. All she'd wanted was the battery, still tucked away under her waistband, hidden by her jacket. Not that it mattered now; it would be confiscated upon arrival at wherever she was to be detained, if not sooner. Boone’s quick assurance that she wasn't involved struck a funny note with her - on one hand, it was what she'd insisted, and of course she'd never take part in something so… murderous. On another hand, it still felt dismissive. Also, it sounded far too much that he was defending her in some weird way. That was just… wrong.
Vertigo sighed, mind racing through possible ways she could get out of this. There was a possibility she could override the handcuffs - no, they would be linked up to a control system, which Boone would've had to have been carrying, meaning no matter what she'd have to take on Boone again to get them off. Of course, she had absolutely no chance of beating him when there were so many Alliance goons walking around. She supposed she might be able to kidnap him, and take care of the handcuffs later, but then she'd be stuck with a raging, fiery idiot, and that was about the last thing she wanted. Besides, before any of that she'd have to deal with her still-awkward bodyguard. Seriously, he hadn't managed to form a whole sentence yet, and it was getting weird.
Vertigo tipped her head, regarding her guard. “You know,” she said, sounding almost bored. “I'd like to think you Alliance guys would have more to do than stand around guarding a prisoner who can't go anywhere. Like saving the innocent, or sweeping young damsels off their feet - or lads, that's cool too. Definitely doing something about this whole mess here…” She trailed off, looking pensive, before picking up where she left off. “You should be out there, helping the civilians. You could leave me here. It's not like I could run away; these cuffs have a little sensor in them - if I get too far away from the control mechanism, it'll send a shock that'll temporarily paralyze me. In that case, actually, I should probably stick with Boone over there…?” She gave him her best, winning smile. It came off more as a smirk, as usual, but it was something.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 15, 2017 23:37:02 GMT -5
[ I'M SORRY I KEEP TAKING FOREVER I AM GETTING SIDETRACKED ]
"Wh-What? No! I mean, I uh-" The solider sputtered for words, obviously rattled and shaken over past events and frankly over the whole ordeal that has taken place. "I mean...I suppose but...I really shouldn't leave you alone" He grumbled like he was trying to make the right decision but couldn't make a proper thought. He stood there for about 5 more minutes with a look of pondering over his options before reluctantly letting her go. "Fine...but you better stay here" He said, stepping back and hurrying over to whatever group he could blend in with. So far there was just large groups huddled around rubble trying to lift as much as they could to free trapped civilans while a second group stood behind Boone who lifted hunks of rock or metal like they were nothing.
In situations like this, usually there was more then just one hero on the scene....and most importantly there are usually heroes who aren't ranked as probably the worst in their governments records. But Boone was the only other heavy lifter there....normally there was at least 3 more but...he guessed that those heavy lifters were too busy dealing with whatever happened. Boone didn't even want to think about what happened, considering he had no idea what had happened in the first place. Explosions and emergency alerts it was like the whole place was suddenly falling apart. Made him wonder if something in the balance of the universe had suddenly snapped or if some crazy witch released some plague onto the galaxy to where everyone was to suffer. Nah. Most likely not. That whole balance in the universe crap or magic was a bunch of nonsense. Magic, pfff. Boone was a man of science, at least of high school level science. He dropped science when he hit college cause of the scholarship with the sports department and went straight into a business major. Too bad, He kind of liked science.
Off topic. Eh. Boone wasn't really in the mood to get back on topic.
But he really didn't have a choice, lifting up rubble and sometimes finding a small group or an individual trapped underneath coughing up dust. Or...in some cases....a person that wasn't breathing at all and had to dragged off to be stuffed into a cloudy white body bag. It gave him chills....knowing all this stuff had happened. And yet, he had no idea what had even went down to cause this. The soldiers around him were silent, the citizens wer eall too busy either getting patched up, calling loved ones or just flat out crying their eyes ( or eye ) out. They were all shaken and frankly so was he! This was an attack that went beyond what he was use to seeing everyday on this normally peaceful planet. Hell, robberies here weren't even that serious! All the credit that is ever stolen is automatically deactivated and the villains get caught within an hour. Creatures pets get stuck in trees and gutters, and any serious attacks are normally domestic disputes between two species over something stupid.
This was just....outer rim sort of thing. Chaos, destruction, and shock. Not to mention death. There was no way that building that collapsed didn't have people in it, it was the middle of the afternoon. People were working...some were probably just leaving for lunch break...
It didn't occur to Boone that he had just been standing there, stareing at another piece of rubble. A bent up sign that had fallen off a building, the holo image projecting on it was for some kind of food of sorts. It was blinking on and off, and some kind of tune was playing fro the speakers all distorted like. "Boone?" Someone said behind him, causing him to snap out of whatever trance he had been in. "Yeah? Oh...sorry" He muttered, realizing that a small group had been standing behind him, waiting for him to lift the larger piece of stone beside him. Whatever happened here he wondered....and whoever did it....surely wasn't done. At least that's what he figured when a loud shrill alarm blasted through the air, almost shattering his ear drums as he lifted the hunk of rock. "Agh!" He barked, covering his ears and letting the stone fall with a loud crash. It rang through the air nonstop like it was on loop....and the funny thing was...it didn't seem to be affecting...any of the normal soliders. "Boone?!" someone said, while another said in a panicked voice. "It's happening again...like at head courters....with all the supers. They're doing it again!"
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
write day and night like you're running out of time
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 17, 2017 22:20:34 GMT -5
《 No worries cx I know it's kind of an unpredictable time of year for finding time 》
Vertigo’s smile was as close to angelic as it ever got as her guard finally ditched her. Thank god for that little mercy. Not that it made a huge difference while she was still wearing the handcuffs, but… it felt like a victory, and Vertigo took her victories (however small, when she could get them). Left alone, she had space to think. If only she could figure out a way to get these off, then she figured (through whatever that weird voodoo creepiness she'd pulled off when they were flying, which she totally didn't want to consider at the moment) she'd have enough energy to properly pull off a flamboyant escape. She pictured it as it would play out in the movies, as she often did. In her mind, she cast a dramatic look over her shoulder, proclaiming ‘You’ll remember this as the day you almost caught criminal mastermind Vertigo’, which no one would realize she'd taken straight out of Pirates Of The Caribbean, because no one who wasn't from Earth would have seen it. Except for Boone, of course.
She scowled at the bluish Human Torch in question as he worked. How unfair it was, she thought, that he could lift the rubble so effortlessly. He made it look like it weighed no more than feathers. She hefted an unimpressive rock into her hands, miming lifting it above her head the way Boone was doing it, except with a stupid expression plastered on her face, because she was bitter and bored and childish like that.
Vertigo, on the other hand, had to work to stay in shape. It didn't come naturally to her at all - her body was stupid and frail. She'd eaten her greens (sometimes), and she'd still come out as a shrimp. ’This thing’s a super?’ People always asked when they found out. Yeah, she was a super something. She just wished she could've gotten a little more to work with in the physical department; speed, endurance, strength - she'd take a little extra in any one. Hell, she'd be happy if she even just had a stronger constitution. You got used to getting sick a lot; that didn't make it any more fun.
Vertigo tossed the rock aside, slumping grumpily against an upturned, grounded billboard (Book a Trip Eytania Space Cruises Today - A Romantic Journey Through the Stars!), feeling generally angry. Angry with herself for getting caught. Angry with Boone because he was Boone. Angry that she wouldn't be able to help out here even if she wanted to, because she was a criminal and a runt. She aimed a kick at a piece of rubble, swearing coarsely when it turned out to be wedged under a larger piece and didn't yield to her momentum.
And then her head blew up.
Vertigo whipped her hands up to cover her ears, only to be met by extreme resistance from those blasted handcuffs. An awful ringing cut through her skull, from no discernable point of origin. A babble of sound escaped her lips as she tried to to block it out, something of an incoherent shout. It didn't pass, continuing on as if on a loop. Her head whipped around wildly, trying to pinpoint its source. Why wasn't anyone else reacting to it? They weren't even covering their ears. The only one who even seemed to hear it was Boone, hands slapped over his ears. Drunkenly, she staggered over to his side. “What's-” she gasped. “What is it? What's going on?!”
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 21, 2017 21:39:29 GMT -5
{ Will reply tomorrow, It's been hectic and I've finally got some time to myself xP ]
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 22, 2017 21:36:05 GMT -5
[ JESSUMS I swear, my internet is being the most annoying thing ever right now xP Anyway, how's life been?] [ Btw do we both want to alternate in roleplaying the evil character? ]
"I.... Don't....know!" Boone grinded out, his fingers digging into his head as he tried to block out the noise that was tearing through his skull. It was tearing through his skull, like something was digging a hole through his brain while screaming bloody murder. "What should we do?! We-We don't have a plan for this do we? Did we practice this?!" Someone squeaked out while the others mumbled about stupidly. "Well do something!" Boone barked at them in a loud voice, basically a shout. He couldn't help it, everything sounded so much fainter so the loud shrill was above everything else. He couldn't eve keep to his feet at this point, kneeling down in the rubble while trying to block out this horrible, horrible, noise.
That's when he heard the faint sound of someone shouting, if it weren't for the shrill noise he would have guessed it was much louder then it was. "Get those two out of here!" barked the commander, who was already running over to the group. "Do you want a repeat of before?! Stop standing around!" He yelled, while grabbing at Boone's and Vertigo's wrists seeming to want to get them out of the area. But why would that matter? It was just a sound right? A loud, painful sound but it couldn't be that bad to where the commander himself was trying to make haste into getting them out.
But this sudden jolt in movement was paused as it would seem, when they're attention was turned from the two struggling up to one of the most intact buildings left. Some kind of blue screen had spread across the surface, large enough to where you could hear the faint hum of the electricity going through the devices broadcasting the signal. "What-What is that?!" someone stuttered from afar, the air going silent for most while the ringing in Boone's ears only seem to lessen- but not enough to where it still wasn't painful. Boone forced his eyes up to the screen, grinding his teeth together as if the tension could slowly get rid of the throbbing in his head. The screen was mostly blank for a moment, nothing was happening. Boone wondered if it was just a advertisement signal that was malfunctioning. But that thought was soon disproven when he saw a dark figure walk up to the screen. There was no definite silhouette, and it was clear that there was more then one person in the screen but just barely visible. It looked like a sick cult video or something.
"I can see that you all have gotten our little....message" The figure began, the voice distorted so no one could really make out if it was indeed female or male. Or any gender honestly.
"Little message?! You destroyed a whole government building, not to mention you ended the lives of innocent people! Including some of our own!" A solider yelled out, you could hear the anger ringing in his voice. "Some of...our own?" Boone muttered. So...would that mean some Alliance solider or...some of the heroes? There had been 5 on the scene...and 2 disabled while only 3 were left to deal with whatever chaos had come down at headquarters. The figure was silent for a moment, like they were pondering about the words of this solider.
"Indeed...we did take the lives of many today...but all for a just cause" They began once more. "As you would say...to make an omelet you need to break a few eggs"
"Eggs?! What does this have to do with eggs?!" Someone muttered. If Boone wasn't in so much pain and confusion right now, he would have probably laughed at the clueless comment of the other world solider. But the figure paid no mind and kept on talking. "Think of today as...our introduction. I wanted to make it...special. Something you would never forget."
"We hope that you all had fun with our little play date back at your base. The device we had made had never been tested before...and it was amazing to see some hopeful results. Ah, but wait. I don't think everyone here was present for that. Isn't that right Boone? Too busy playing with little Vertigo yes? We wouldn't have mind if you had brought her as well. The more the merrier" The figure addressed the hero who was on the ground, glaring up at the figure with hatred in his eyes. "What did you all do? Just who the hell are you people?!" Boone demanded through a shout, the ringing in his ears sparking some kind of frustration deep inside of him.
"We do not have a name...you may label us as whatever you wish at this point. As for what we did...why I think you both may be feeling the affects by now yes? I have to say I'm curious, the device we're using we only planned for 5 unique heroes of our choosing but...we have no idea what the outcomes may be for those like you two" They continued, sounding curious with a happy tone to they're voice. "What do you mean?!" Boone shouted, but a firm grip on his wrist told him to calm down.
"You heroes might think of yourselves as just that- heroes. But in reality you are all nothing but super powered weapons with a mind of your own. With certain...restraints. The device we have...lessens those restraints. And fills it in with something...more" they continued, the ringing in his ears suddenly spiking higher causing Boone to give out a incoherent jumble of words. "See this is a low level of what we had done before...honestly we were going to explain sooner of what we were doing...but we found that the last test subjects were...much too worn out"
"You sent them on a rampage! They nearly killed us! They all nearly died themselves!" A female solider shouted, sounding distressed.
"Of course. That was the idea of the experiment. If one of them were to die so early we would have stopped right away but we were getting great readings...this was a success on our part. For you all...not so much."
"What do they mean?!" Boone grinded out, his brain was so scrambled he could barely make out what this guy was trying to say.
"What we are saying...is that what happened at your precious base was that of us testing something to be used to make this galaxy it's once pure state. We let loose their self control...and in return they took the lives of 100 now pure souls"
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 23, 2017 22:52:09 GMT -5
《 ahhh not the slow internet monster! that sucks. I'm doing pretty well. It's summer and all that. Speaking of which, I'll be on vacation for the first two weeks of August, so I won't be able to reply at all then. How about you?
~ sounds good on alternating. 》
The pain was like… It was like…
Vertigo couldn't properly describe it. She couldn't properly form the words to describe it. It was in her head and she was about to implode. Or possibly explode. Either way, it was a completely new and unexplored form of torture. It was a bomb going off inside her skull, it was a drill pounding a hole through her cranium. It was some horrific, parasitic lifeform, eating away at her brains. No, it was a whole army of tiny robots kicking and screaming and ripping her apart from the inside. It was an awful new single by that person who sung about days of the week at top volume on repeat. Vertigo wasn't sure how she ended up curled on the ground in fetal position beside Boone, but somehow she was. There was something hot and sticky on her forehead, and she realized in a detached sort of way that she'd scraped her forehead on something while trying to block out the noise, but the pain was a distant and muted thing.
Someone yanked her to her feet. She struggled, lashing out with fists and elbows, but only met a solid mass. They were pulling Boone along too. She slumped, allowing herself to be taken away. “Take it away,” she mumbled. “Make it stop,” Arrest seemed like a sweet, sweet punishment at the moment. She'd gladly take a cell over this.
High above them, a screen came to life, and their little exit party stalled. She had to crane her neck to see it, way way up on the building. A projection, featuring a vague, masked figure. It was hard to tell whether they were male or female or where they might be from. Their disguise rendered them featureless.
They spoke, and Vertigo’s insides turned liquid - slick and foul and ready to spill, they were gasoline. Just one little spark and the flames would devour her. Isn't that right Boone? Too busy playing with little Vertigo,.yes? A snarl escaped her lips, and she pulled herself free from the arms of her captor/rescuer. “You watch it now ye’ foul piece of -” She shouted. “I’m not that little. I'll show you what it means to bloody play!” A pair of arms caught her once again before she could do something even more stupid than shouting threats in her thick Dublin accent at the people who had just brought down a government building. The logical part of her brain was shouting ’stop, stop!’ Unfortunately, she'd never been the greatest at listening to logic in the face of… well, it was no match to this intensity in her head.
It took a minute for her to completely understand what the figure was saying. The pieces she got - heroes, a device, weapons, restraints, pure souls - didn't connect with all the interference running through her head. Until it did. The realization was enough to still something in Vertigo for a moment, the horror chilling the heat coursing through her. This thing in her head… had sent five heroes off in a rampage. It had turned them into nothing more than a weapon. The idea was… horrifying. Even to someone who already tended to go off at random. But there was still some element of free will in that. And one hundred pure souls. No no no get out of my head get out-
Vertigo froze, and probably would have smacked herself in the face if it wasn't for the handcuffs. She was so stupid - maybe she couldn't get the noise out of her head, but… She elbowed Boone hard (harder than she meant to, but the ringing had her on edge) in the side. “Keep me alive, Hades.” She snapped, and severed herself from her body.
Quiet.
In her projected, spirit, whatever-you-want-to-call-it form, the atrocious sound faded to a dull buzz in the back of her conscience. That, she knew, was due to the loose connection she maintained with her physical body. Theoretically, she could drop it entirely, but then her heart would stop beating and she would actually die, which wasn't ideal.
Now she could think, and figure, and confront. Well, in her invisible, meddlesome way. Dr. Evil (What? They had said she could label them whatever she wanted) had said it was some kind of device that was causing this. Devices were her language. If only she could find the source. The problem, of course, was distance; she couldn't go too far from her physical body (again: body would stop it's regular functions and she would die). She reached out, testing to see what she could sense. The device to control her cuffs was right there, but she merely brushed by it. Most of the soldiers were carrying some sort of electronic device; com systems and port screens and e-mags and things. She drifted past them, uninterested, towards the screen. Her spirit form (invisible) didn't obey the laws of the physical world, and so she could float up towards it, but it was far too high. Regardless, she could tell from here that it was only a screen. Whatever this thing was, they had it somewhere secure. Vertigo drifted back down, very aware that she didn't have a whole lot of time - there was only so long you could be safely split from your body. She brushed over the basic systems of one of the Alliance crafts to see if it was detecting anything weird which might show where the device might be, but - nothing. It was useless.
She hesitated before snapping back into her physical body, regarding Boone for a second. What she'd done before, with his energy… Could she do it again, if she tried? She still wasn't even sure what she'd done, only that it was something. Would it do anything now..? She reached out a non-corporeal hand, but tugged it back. Whatever she'd done before had been… Weirdly intimate. She definitely didn't want to experience it again.
Vertigo did her thing, coming back to the physical world with a gasp. She shouted something incoherent as the pain hit her once again like a sledgehammer. “It's not here. The device they mentioned. It's too far. We have to - we have to get out of here. Before… “ Before they can use us to cause even more destruction. To end even more lives.
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Post by Bᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ on Jul 29, 2017 15:46:37 GMT -5
[ I was actually gonna say, I'm gonna be out for like a week cause of stuff going on plus a road trip with the fam, so I am gonna be off the wire for a bit but can chat sometimes ( probably at rest stops ) I'll try and reply tonight at best! ]
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Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ
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Post by Mᴏʀʀɪ́ɢᴀɴ on Jul 29, 2017 17:45:58 GMT -5
《 Okay, cool. I won't be able to chat at all because I won't have any access to wifi. Just wanted to let you know I'm not bailing on this by not replying for two weeks cx 》
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