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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2017 7:52:19 GMT -5
✧ Everett Darling ✧ and ☾ Bernadette Proctor ☽ At this point he in life, he didn't even question why Marco had a knife with him, he just accepted it gratefully, "Thanks. I'll try and figure out how to use it on the job." He joked lightly, turning it over in his hands. Maybe a knife was old fashioned, but he was glad to have it over a gun. It still wasn't quite as flashy as the ability to control ice, but he'd live. They set off quietly, lacking the energy they'd had in the van. He felt butterflies swell up in his stomach and forced them down - now was not the time to be scared, because Jean and Bisera were probably terrified and they needed help. Time to man up. Proctor answered Alex's question as they started to move off, "If Marco's uninjured, he'll drive us back again, but we need someone to turn back and get the van once we find Jean and Bisera. Val and Otto should be busy burning the place down, and we'll need Marco and Everett incase someone gets injured or tranquilized. So, Alex, how quickly do you think you could run back here?"
Listening to Proctor's plan, and hearing Marco remind everyone he didn't have a phone himself, reminded Everett that he too was lacking, "Oh, yeah, um, same, actually. I sort of totalled mine yesterday when we got cornered." Proctor thought about it and then said, "Well, just stick close to me. We're on location duty anyway, so you two will most likely find them. And- I suppose..." She weighed up her dignity versus her concern for Jean and Bisera, and though it was close, after a second she added on, quietly, "If we get seperated and I find them, I can- sort of, howl." "Howl?" Everett laughed a little in disbelief, and Proctor didn't gratify him with an answer, just a glare. Instead, she turned her head to Marco, "Slow down and get back here. If they spot us coming because they could see your ego coming over the hill then things get a lot more difficult."
They weren't the most inconspicuous of groups at the moment, they never really were, actually, but right now, six young adults of every shape and size sneaking along a deserted road, one of them casually carrying a knife, would be enough to trip some alarm bells. Jean would be a big help right now. Proctor found herself thinking, He's our ideal scout, and good protection from snipers. Otto was doing his best to cool down, they probably had heat sensors and the last thing they needed for their stealthy entrance was a walking pizza oven, but he wasn't doing a very good job. The ice on the road was melting around him in neat circles, and he was the only one of them whose breath wasn't clouding up.
As they grew closer to the front gate, they veered off to the side. There were two sentries now, looks like they'd doubled up, and every man and woman standing guard had a nasty looking gun. They couldn't sneak past that, so it looked like the time for subtlety was over, "Alright Val." Proctor nodded to her, "You're up."
ლ Nell Briar ლ and ☆ Bisera Tristful ☆ He folded nicely, and she continued writing, nodding every now and again to show him she was really listening, "Thank you Jean, your cooperation wouldn't go unrewarded." She stood then, smoothing out her shirt, and knocked on the long one sided mirrored that ran the length of the back wall, "Bring her in."
A second door, differing from the one Briar came in through appeared at the side wall. It was so thin and pale that it blended in completely, it barely even made a sound when it was opened. A supporting nurse wheeled Bisera in, she was sitting in a wheelchair with her eyes closed, though her lips twitched slightly and there was movement behind her eyelids as she was slowly waking up. Like Jean, she was secured to her seat by her wrists and ankles, and a leather strap across her abdomen. She looked quite peaceful in some respects, her frizzy hair was let loose and framed her face, and she was in a white hospital gown, dirt from her current life at Powerscourt washed off her. What was new was that at her temple, were she'd been shot, there was a white web-like scar were the tranquilizer dart had pierced the diamonds forming on her skin and a dark bruise forming under the skin. "There, didn't I tell you that you could see her?" Nell asked, glancing from one to the other and back again. "She'll be waking up soon, the drugs take a longer effect on smaller individuals."
She certainly looked small right now, she was dwarfed by the wheelchair she had been put in, which had been given new leather armrests because Proctor had destroyed them the last time they'd put her in it. Her eyes fluttered half way open, then back closed and then slowly opened all the way and she winced at the bright lights of the lab. She didn't see the agent at first, but her eyes fell on Jean instantly, "Jean- wh?" Bisera glanced around her, taking in their surroundings, the fear on her face growing larger and large, "Where are we?" She whispered hoarsely, "What happened?"
Nell stood behind Jean's head and watched the conversation with curiosity, "Why don't you explain to Bisera what I explained to you, Jean?" She prompted, seeing the young girl blink at hearing her own name.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 24, 2017 1:43:53 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I can not wait to hear that, Proctor." The icy boy ahead of the rest of the group pouted, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for the others to get closer. "Yes ma'am." He was just so hyper, he couldn't help himself. Everyone else looked stiff and serious, and although he could understand, it was physically impossible for him to be serious. Sure, this wasn't exactly supposed to be a happy job, but they could at least stop being killjoys and have fun every now and then. When the others finally caught up, he walked beside Darling, leaning his arm on the boy's shoulder. Being taller had it's perks. "Ready for another round of my driving?" Marco snickered, reaching behind to slap Everett on the back playfully.
He absolutely lost it when Proctor said she would howl if they ended up separating. If Proctor had to drag him by his ear until they got there, it would so be worth it. Marco was purposefully devising a plan in his mind already just so he could make that possible. That would make up for her lack of singing in a heartbeat. If only he had a phone to record it, then he could totally play it back to her and annoy her every second of every day. It was unfortunate that he didn't. He didn't really need a plan though, Marco would most likely end up running ahead of the rest anyway when they got into the lab. In a building as huge as this one, sticking together was as pointless as using a white crayon on white paper. If you want to find someone in a 'lab'yrinth like this one, you had to separate. Anyway, he made the most out this trip with Proctor's secrets. Two in one day? It was like he'd hit the jackpot of blackmailing. If he ever needed something to use against her, her favorite song admitting that she would howl would certainly do the trick. Today was a great day.
Blythe wrapped his arm around Darling, using his left hand to boop the healer's nose. "I sincerely hope your nose is ok, from the bottom of my heart. What can I do to make it up to you? Did ya wanna punch me back or something?" Alexandria Kaltman And Valerie Byrne - "Do your best." "I can bring back the van before you know it." Alexandria glanced back to make sure she knew where to return, then turned forward, catching sight of the lab once more. She took a long breath, but it was about time she faced her demons. They were inching closer and closer to the entrance between the electric, barbed wire fences, and the lightning bender reached up, dragging her hands along the fence as she walked. There was a small zap noise as she made contact, but she didn't even flinch. Instead, she felt a familiar current rushing through her entire body, and she enjoyed it. If anyone happened to brush up against her or the fence now, they would probably get knocked unconscious due to the sheer amount of power from her and the fence. She eventually took her hand off, sticking them into her pocket for warmth, still continuing to shiver. She stopped, waiting for Val to do her thing, taking a deep breath. "If you run into DKC, make sure to put an end to him." She gently touched Proctor's hand for a second, smiling at how warm it was. "Give them heII."
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None of this information pertained to her, so she remained quiet, slightly increasing in speed as she too got a little excited, rubbing her hands together maliciously. When she was called up, her eyes widened in happiness. "Aye aye captain!" The bomber stared up at the sentry, then a huge explosion lit up the sky, taking out sentry number one. Now they had a strict time limit before every agent knew that they were here, and everyone broke into a run, splitting off into their own groups. She fell back next to Otto, nodded at the boy, then propelled herself forward in front of everyone else. The woman skidded to a halt, exploding the wall and creating an entryway for the rest. She quickly moved to the side, creating more explosions and more holes in the wall as instructed to avert the attention of the guards who were on watch outside. "Good luck." She nodded to everyone as they passed, continuing on with her own duties as the destruction girl.
Jean Kirshner - "Thank goodness you're ok! Oh boy am I glad to see you."
"Bisera! Thank goodness, you-" Jean exclaimed, smiling at his friend who was ok. After she didn't respond for a minute and Agent Briar told him again that the drugs lasted longer on smaller people, he stopped mid-sentence and frowned. At least she was ok, and a little part of him was relieved. That was just a part in a whole, because they were still stuck here, and he was still terrified. His eyes drifted down to the ground as a silence hung between everyone in the room. He shifted his hands and feet because the position he was in was really uncomfortable, and only when Bisera spoke did he look back up again with relief.
"Bisera!" He repeated with a more enthusiastic tone this time. He opened his mouth, about to tell her that everything was going to be ok, but that would just be a blatant lie. Jean knew he had to tell her the truth, even if the truth wasn't so great. After hesitating for a second, he went on, explaining where they were but not what was going to happen to them.
"We're...in the lab." The air bender spoke with a tone full of despair, completely different from his usual self. When Nell snuck up behind him and spoke directly to him, he flinched, staying quiet for a moment. "W-we can't attack them or do anything they don't like, otherwise they'll punish us both. And we have to cooperate with them, or else I'm not sure what they'll do." At the word cooperate, he empathized it with a special kind of hatred, an annoyed look burning in his eyes. That was it for his explanation, he didn't say anything further. Especially not the part about the metal rod, because he didn't want to scar his friend for life about the things they do here. The agent on the other hand might not keep her mouth shut about that part.
Jean turned his head to Agent Briar and spoke directly to her face. "Why don't you just leave us alone?" He mocked her voice, glaring her down. He needed some time alone with her so he could apologize. It was his fault, after all. And he needed to take responsibility over it. Jean felt this huge pile of guilt rise up in his mind, but all he could do was apologize. How pathetic.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2017 7:41:33 GMT -5
✧ Everett Darling ✧ and ☾ Bernadette Proctor ☽ He jumped at the sudden contact, so busy staring at the building in front of him that he forgot why they were here. He could feel the emotion radiating off it in tangible, thick waves, and off the three escapees, Alex and Proctor in particular. When he realised it was only Marco, he frowned at the elbow, but didn't move it off, "I hope I die in here Marco. It would be kinder than round of two of Blythe's wacky races." The threat sounded real in his head, but he couldn't stop the smile from spreading over his face, weakening his dire statement.
Marco was too cold to be this close too, but Everett found he didn't really mind. Just to be close to someone right now was nice, soothing almost, and despite the fear everyone was emitting, there was a sense of bitter victory they were desperate to clutch. It was good. They were going to be OK, he could feel it.
Breaking into a high security prison where everyone wanted you dead was scary, yeah, but not as frightening as Marco suddenly wrapping his arm around Everett's shoulders. His own body felt small underneath the weight of his arm, and the words dried up in his throat before he could speak. A slap on the back and a bop to the nose was enough to jog him out of his hazy nightmare, but did no help for the blush spreading across his face, lighting the tops of his ears on fire. Desperate to maintain dignity, he huffed and tilted his chin up, "I'll live. But I shan't forget. And I reserve the right to raincheck on that punch." He warned brandishing the knife he'd been given and letting his accent shine through, "I'll find a way to get back at you, Marco Blythe. Mark my words."
~ She knew she could count on Alex, there was a tightness to her skin but a dark fire in her eyes. Proctor had a sneaky feeling everything she was feeling was reflected back at her, and she was hit with a sudden wave of nostalgia. It nearly felt like old times, just the two of them versus the whole damn world. Staring at Alex, even though it was rude yes, she half forgot about the others, to her shame. It was easy to believe they were only here for revenge, not to rescue. It was time to avenge everything that had every happened to them.
Touching Alex was always a shock, literally, but right now, with so much emotion flowing between everyone, it felt nuclear. Barely even brushing fingers with her was enough to send chills the whole way up and down her spine, Proctor could feel it in her toes. And she was just shy of 6'7", those were some powerful sparks. In response to Alex' orders, she just nodded, screaming at her body to do something instead of just staring and then murmured, "Be careful in there." There was no point to any of this if they didn't go home together at the end.
Val's enthusiasm shock her out of her little Alex-Only world and Proctor looked away, clearing her throat. No sooner had Val set off were alarms screaming and the sound of foot soldiers came raining down. It was time to go. Looking around, she spotted Everett and Marco and snapped, "You two! Get off each other and come on!" as she began running towards the considerable hole that was now gaping out of the side of the wall.
ლ Nell Briar ლ and ☆ Bisera Tristful ☆ They spoke to each other quickly and quietly, which was to be expected, Nell supposed. It clearly hurt Jean to tall Bisera what was happening, but he soldiered on. Good boy. Bisera should take it better coming from him.
She didn't apparently, because while he spoke, her eyes slwoly filled up with tears and her lips began to wobble. She let out a squeaky, "Cooperate? What do you mean?"
Stepping forward to speak, Nell tilted her head, "Over the duration of your stay here, you'll be asked to partake in tests and exercises. Not unlike school." Had these kids ever been to school? She didn't care, but she couldn't help but wonder, "Sometimes all you'll have to do is answer questions, other times you'll be competing with your friend, Jean. In games and such." The goal was to make the kids feel comfortable, but why they asked Nell to do it was beyond her, seeing as she had as much warmth as a fridge. Looks like Alexandria, Bernadette, and Marco hadn't filled these kids in on the details of their stays here, otherwise they would know exactly what they were going to be doing.
Jean snapped, and she just raised an eyebrow, bored. "You two are never going to be alone together again, Jean." They'd made that mistake with Beauty and the Beats years ago and suffered the consequences. "So I'd suggest cutting that attitude out now. Take her away," She spoke to the nurse, "She's been here too long and they're getting excited."
As Bisera vanished behind the door again, and Nell herself began to leave, the whole building shook. Lights swung on cables and windows rattled. She paused for a second, and then the alarm went up. Sighing, She pulled her taser and weapon out, "They're here quicker than I suspected. She admitted, vanishing through the door and sealing the lock on Jean's room. No one was getting in or out.
◤ Otto Bendicott ◢ and ♛ Damocles Killian Corvidae ♛ It felt good to be getting away from everyone right now. Their good moods were driving him insane, he couldn't understand that people deal with grief and stress in different ways, all he wanted to do was burn something. Now was not the time for flirting, it was the time to save their friends. This time, no getting tranquilized five minutes in. This time, he was going to make a difference.
No sooner had Val advanced and the sentry exploded, Otto burst into flames and took off into the air like a firework. All that annoying chill he'd been cultivating peeled off of him like wet paper and he soared up into the air and towards the opening of the build in a sloppy arch. On the crest of his arch people shot at him, and at the bow he nearly crashed into the ground, but soon he was through the 'door' and in the actual building.
It was huge on the inside, much bigger than he would've guessed. He hoovered there for a few moments, watching soldiers gather round and then took off again, flying along the ceiling. Before long, the sprinklers went off, though it wasn't nearly a harsh enough flow to bother him. One hallway was marked 'CAFETERIA' It was doubtful that Bisers and Jean were having lunch, so he pitched his arms back and flung them forwards, sending spirals of fire on the corridor. He turned back to his friends, yelling over the alarms, screaming and sprinklers, "Hurry up, will ya?!"
~ It wasn't the first time the whole building shook, and it wasn't the first time the alarm went off, but it was the first time they both happened at the same time. He'd seen them coming in the security cameras, and he'd let them approach. Shooting them from a mile away was cowardly, unsatisfying, and very impractical. They still wanted these things alive. Given the chance, he'd kill off the troublemakers in a heartbeat, but his own bosses wanted results, and it was just his luck that the troublemakers were the most promising candidates. Well, that was before they'd met the new players. A girl who could make diamonds? A young lady who could explode anything with her mind? A young man who could heal broken bone and punctured lungs with his hands? It was, dare he say it, exciting. He hadn't been this thrilled since they discovered Miss Kaltman, an infinite source of clean energy.
He got up out of his office, cane in one hand, taser in the other and headed down the hall, moving towards the smell of fire. His shoes sloshed through the puddles the sprinklers were making and he tapped his earpiece, "All field agents on project Teratoid required immediately. Get to your positions."
His team had been angry last time. They retreated having personally lost more than they gained. They'd been injured, some of them for life, and Agent Cobb was still in a hospital bed covered in gauze. They needed a little bit of stretching.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 26, 2017 0:22:11 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Now where would they be?" "Better not let me down with your punch later." Marco smiled charmingly, taking full advantage of what he thought was Everett's embarrassment. Little did he know, it was actually a blush. "Wait to ruin our little moment, Proctor." The boy shook his head in disappointment, taking his arm back to his side and rushing forward, charging into the facility. It was just how he remembered, white walls, countless rooms, (What was in them, he had no idea. Offices, maybe?), and a bunch of agents coming towards them as the not-so-welcoming crew. Marco just shoved his way through them like he was a wild bull, making his way to the cell he was held. They had to be around there, yeah? If there was one cell, there had to be more. "JEAN! BISERA!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he ran through the seemingly endless maze of similar looking corridors, trying to remember the route he had taken once before, this time backtracking as he headed towards the cells.
Maybe his memory was hazy, or they changed some things up, because he was lost. And at that point, the sprinklers had went off, covering the floor in puddles. It was actually pretty handy for the ice wielder, because all he had to do was freeze the ground, and his pursuer's soles would be stuck within a layer of ice. Not only that, the ground would be slippery. It would be a win-win situation for him, unless they pulled out their tranquilizers first. He kept shouting their names, but in a sense he was probably just wasting his own breath thanks to all the other noises. He kept shouting nonetheless, tearing his way through the facility. It was colder than usual, but he had the sprinklers to thank for that. Cold and wet was never a good combination, because it made everything a bit more frosty. Something he knew all too well. "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Marco shouted afterwards, referring to the agents from earlier this time. Especially Nell, he couldn't wait to see her face fill with rage once she saw him again, hopefully this time with a black eye. He continued walking, shoving his hands in his soaking wet pockets as he glanced in each room, hoping to either find the two kiddos or the agents from earlier. Alexandria Kaltman - "Come and get me, if you dare." Alex stared back at Proctor, feeling her cheeks become warmer as their eyes met. She didn't mind the staring one bit. That woman always swept her off her feet just by looks alone. And besides, they didn't need words in that moment, her gaze showed it all. Time began to resume once more and the explosions were her cue to get ahead of everyone and cause as big of a distraction as she could. She began to pick up her pace, quickening into a run.
"I'll try my best to be careful!" The woman called as she ran, and with each step a spark lit up the air. "Same goes for you too! Be careful in there and holler if you need me!" And just like that, she was gone. In her wake, she already left a few scientists and nurses unconscious on the ground. The lights in the building kept flickering, and she could feel the building shake as each explosion rang out. Guess it was time for her to step up her game as well. The woman shot a huge lightning bolt from the palm of her hand, causing a huge mess in one of the large hallways. She busted a bunch of security cameras and lights, running loose around every corner. She may not have been able to fly around surrounded by flames like Otto, but she was quite literally a ball of energy, knocking out as many people as she could who stepped in her path. That would have to suffice for now. All she wanted was revenge while the others kept search for Jean and Bisera. "Come and get me!" She shouted, posing it as a challenge so the agents would hopefully target her. She wasn't planning on taking foolish damage like last time. Because this time, she meant business.
She stared directly into one of the security cameras in the corner which stared down the hallway, before completely obliterating it. Hopefully DKC had noticed, because she couldn't let him find the others. If anything, she had to confront him again. The sprinklers began to rain down over her, and she was already soaked to the bone without the protection of her jacket. All she had on today was a long-sleeved white collared shirt with a vest, and some black slacks. Too bad her clothes were now sticking to her due to everything being soaking wet. Hair included.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2017 3:45:02 GMT -5
Marco vanished in the blink of an eye, and Everett did his best to keep up with him. He ducked, annoyed by the sprinklers, when he entered the building, feeling his hair become plastered to the top of his skull (another jumper ruined), and tightened his grip on his knife, "That wasn't a 'moment', Marco." He huffed, glancing around at the alien building, "It was one of many moments of you being a bother." As Marco barreled past some agents, Everett simply followed in his wake. He glanced behind him, looks like Proctor had gone down another corridor, though he could still see glimpses of Otto and Alex.
Eventually the water let up, but he had only seconds of relief before the floor turned to ice around him. Cursing, he slipped and fell, caught off guard, "Marco!" He hissed from the floor, struggling to get up again and hanging off the wall for support. "Quit yelling, you'll give us away!" He warned, slowly regaining a vertical axis, almost like a baby deer. The small of his back hurt, and he knew he'd have a bruise there tomorrow, but only his pride truly ached, "I should nail bottle tops to my shoes permanently from now on." He lamented, considering slipping as now an everyday threat.
Determined to help too, he didn't yell, but swung open one of the door he'd been using for leverage to stand again. It didn't hold either Jean or Bisera, it had a lot of computer screens and an angry, soggy looking technician who froze when he'd been spotted. Clearly not a solider. All the same, panicking, Everett just swung the door back closed, "Well, they're not in there." The plan had been to stick by Marco and Everett, but from the minute they entered, clearly that was going to pieces. It was a fork in the roads, two paths. Marco dashed down one and Everett quickly followed him, so Proctor set her sights on the other, which had marks of Otto, Val and Alex, engraved into the walls. There were unconscious people everywhere, and she had to rely on visual clues. She wasn't going all the way to Mode Three so quickly, but if she only went half way, and with all the water, she couldn't smell anything worth knowing, certainly not Jean and Bisera. Plus, Mode Two was painful, it was like going to stretch, but only getting half way and having to hold it. Her fingernails and teeth only out so far, and there was blood on her gums and finger tips.
All the same, it was pretty effective. When some agent came charging at her, she batted him against a wall without a second thought, sloshing her way through the thin pool that soaked the whole building. She thought she could hear her friends every now and again, but she didn't stop to check. They'd cleaned this place up all right, the walls were proper gleaming white, not the off colour silver she'd known, and there was a lot more staff. Every so often more soldiers would appear and she cut through them the best she could, not taking any prisoners. The plan was to scare these people, and she was going to do that. It was difficult to let loose while she still had control, and the taste of blood that bubbled in her mouth and poured down her throat when she bit into some screaming woman's neck was disgusting, and she staggered away to vomit it back up seconds later.
The soldiers were better too, she had a few aches and bruises from bullets and knives, but so far nothing had drawn blood. Her left cheek was on fire though, someone had pressed a taser right into it and she could smell the black burn mark cooking her flesh. She started pulling open doors, but none of them had what she was looking for. One room was a security room, though most of the screens just showed static, perhaps thanks to a certain electrical young woman making her way through the building. Others showed glimpses of fire for only a second, others had Val, palms smoking, one of them showed Everett on the floor, and she panicked, but then he picked himself up, uninjured. The camera adjacent to it showed Marco, yelling at the top of his lungs. None showed anything like the room where she'd been kept, none showed Jean or Bisera, but one did show a long line of nurses being evacuated. Good place to start.
She thought for a second she saw DKC in a top screen, but he vanished before she was certain.
♛ Damocles Killian Corvidae ♛ He repeated into his earpiece as the elevator door swung closed, "All field agents on project Teratoid required immediately. Get to your positions now." These foot soldiers, these grunts, were good men and women, yes, but they weren't the people to take down these enhanced individuals. He needed Strange, Wolfee, Black, Briar and Arce on the case now. Maybe they weren't in the best of conditions, but they still had to fight when he told them too. That was literally their job description. Lyons could hold down the medical wing for now, until the new enhanced were evacuated, and Cobb was still out of action, so they'd have to make do on their tiny team.
As the elevator opened on the ground floor, he continued his pace through the water, the bottom of his cane soaking, Briar appeared beside him, loading her Apache Revolver without looking down at it, "They're here much faster than we anticipated." the whole building shook in agreement, "I didn't get much out of the new subjects. Full names and a power synopsis for the boy, Jean."
He didn't really care right now, but nodded anyway, "Looks like they're all here. I want all of them, as alive as the agents can manage." It looked like Hell down here, the little fireball had passed by, judging by the state of the ceiling. The air crackled and smelt like oxyzone, and on instinct, Damocles raised his gun and fired blindly, before anyone had even appeared around the corner.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 30, 2017 1:05:21 GMT -5
{Sorry for not responding again, I'm super busy with college that just started up. ;~;}
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 10:09:40 GMT -5
it's fine!! I'm going to bit a bit inactive myself, school is back ;-; rip)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 7, 2017 0:30:13 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "You'll get the hang of it eventually." Upon hearing a loud noise, Marco turned around to see Everett sprawled out on the icy ground, struggling to get up. Marco had no problem with the ice, he learned how to work around it. Nonetheless, it was still really slippery, and a hazard even for him sometimes. "You gotta take it slow." The ice wielder took a couple steps forward, an amused expression on his face as he watched the healer struggle to stand, having to use the wall. He rolled his eyes, once again wrapping his arm around Everett's shoulder for support on the other side. "Allow me to help, my good sir." Blythe's face lit up with joy, happy to help with something he was actually good at. And of course it had to do with ice.
"C'monnnnnn man, I wanna fight the agents again!!! Gotta go in for round two, y'know. Make it so that they don't come back. Tearing off a couple limbs would do the trick." The boy joked, snickering and shaking his head as Everett said he would nail bottle tops to his shoes. He sure was hilarious sometimes. Blythe had accidentally forgotten the real reason why they were there much to his own shame, until Everett reminded him by swinging open a door.
Once he felt Everett kind of got the hang of it, he took his arm back, walking a few paces forward and slamming open a door, freezing in his tracks. There it was, the cell he'd been in. It triggered his memory, and he paused, recollecting all the memories he had. All the times his wrists bled due to him trying to escape the restraints, all the cruel things the agents did to his body. It looked in perfect condition, as if they were just waiting to snatch him up again. Too bad for them he wasn't going to let it happen again. His happy expression had dropped for that one second, and he shut the door, moving on. "All clear for this hallway. No sign on them yet. Has anyone found them?" Shrugging, the boy turned left, following in what appeared to be the remnants of Otto's path. The ceiling was burnt. But the fire had ceased, so he most likely left this area a while ago. Alexandria Kaltman - "I have a proposal." Alexandria froze in place just after she heard the sound of a gunshot crack through the air. The bullet came just as fast, coming from around the corner and making contact with the wall. If she had taken another step forward, it would have made a hole through her chest. Luckily, the person shot just a tad too early. She couldn't go running back to Everett now. Well, actually...even if she was shot, she probably would've still fought. Call it stubbornness, or maybe even the fact that Marco was starting to rub off on her. She stood still for a couple seconds, though it felt more like a decade. She could feel her fingertips begin to spark, preparing herself for whoever was around the corner. No other shots seemed to be fired after that, and she continued on her way, stepping into the new hallway. "Of course it's you." Alex spoke through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed to slits. "DKC; the one in charge who can't seem to get his team together," Her eyes shifted from the man in her nightmares to Nell. "Well well. If it isn't the woman who can't seem to keep her mouth shut. Tell me, where are the two?" The electric woman tilted her head, waiting impatiently with her brows furrowed as they took their sweet time to answer. Of course, she didn't expect them to answer. She had thought about this the entire drive here, and she had a plan. However, it was more like a last resort. Without giving it a second thought, she blurted it out. "Give them back, and you can have me." But the second those words came out of her mouth, she instantly regretted it. "On one condition, and that is if you can guarantee their safety so they can go back." What would be the point of a rescue mission if they didn't all get back safely, right? Proctor would've rejected this idea in a heartbeat. Alex wanted to do the same, but sometimes, sacrifices just had to be made. Kaltman dropped her hands to her sides, sighing under her breath. She was taking a huge risk here. That was, if they did decide to go through and accept her offer.
Her gaze was dead serious. If giving herself up was the price of getting Jean and Bisera to safety, then it was absolutely worth it. Her eyes trailed back up, catching sight of the large gun. "I don't have all day. If you decline, we're going to take them back with us and leave this place in ruins. Nothing's going to stop us." So why was she making this bargain if she had faith in everyone? The simple answer was because she knew she couldn't hold off DKC. Agent Briar was there as well, and she couldn't even land a single punch the first time. Plus it was a guarantee that everyone else would be safe. What more could she ask for?
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 7, 2017 0:33:56 GMT -5
{I promise I haven't abandoned you! Finally managed to get Alex up as well. Sadly I don't have time to get the other agents up, I'll bring them in eventually lol.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 11, 2017 1:47:41 GMT -5
Agent Ashton 'Ash' Black And Agent Elliott Wolfe - "Here we go again." "Heard you loud and clear the first time, Damocles." Ashton rolled her eyes, picking up her pace just a bit. Her side was still bandaged due to the chunk of flesh that was bitten off, and she wasn't exactly used to it. She made her way over to her area, hand on her weapon of choice - a long, sharp butcher knife. It was mostly just a threatening, flashy weapon since she really only used it in self-defense. But...it was still fun to use nonetheless. Otherwise she had her tranquilizer. Long range weapons were handy in these types of situations. It would especially prove its usefulness for taking down that kid engulfed by fire. Close combat with that boy was out of the question. None of them wanted to get burned on top of these other wounds. Ash paced around the hallways she was supposed to monitor, waiting to find one of them.
Heh, speak of the devil. Feeling an odd heat from behind, she glanced back only to see the flame kid fly over her. On instinct, she took her tranq out and chased after him, nearly stumbling over a couple of unconscious guards. The water was rendering her sight useless, but all she really needed to do was follow the red-orange glowing light. She didn't think this was fair one bit. Why had she been stuck with The Human Torch? Why not the beast itself? Oh well, there was always next time. "Found fire boy. Currently trying to pursue him."
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Agent Elliott Wolfe's wounds had been doing just fine. It wasn't nearly as bad as the others, just some scratches on his back and scalp. You know, no big deal. On his way to his assigned place, he caught sight of a figure just walking out of one of the surveillance rooms. His pace quickened and he broke into a run, darting towards the person so he wouldn't lose them. "Found Bernadette. Sector two." He spoke between breaths, closing the distance rather quickly. When Bernadette had been held here, Wolfe hadn't been assigned to look after her or administer any tests or anything. He had been on the outside, trying to locate more of these enhanced with Strange. He whispered a quick little, "Thank God." under his breath because she wasn't going full out like earlier.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2017 10:23:54 GMT -5
sorry i haven't responded! 00: i've been busy and all my rps that require longer replies have taken something of a back burner ^^' I'll try to get something up soon!)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 13, 2017 23:56:59 GMT -5
{It's alright! No worries! ;3 And take your time, I've been really busy myself.}
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 13:14:05 GMT -5
He should've been used to the iciness of Marco's arm by now, but the sudden freezing weight was a shock on his shoulders, even if he was grateful for the help. In a natural response, Everett's powers rose to meet the issue and warmth flooded through his body.
"Do you think you could ever be fully heated up?" He asked, nipping into a spare room and coming out again empty handed, "Like if you fell asleep beside a room heater, do you think in the morning you'd still be freezing?" Everett liked being near Marco, he did, but the bitter glacial aura he generally exuded was enough to put anyone off. Maybe if he kept at him long enough, Everett could slowly heat him up.
"Marco?" When he didn't answer his question right away (normally some smart alec remark would've been shot back in a split second) Everett turned and noticed his friend staring into an empty cell. Very gradually making his way across the ice, Marco shut the door before he could make it all the way over. Detecting a sudden drop on Marco's mood, and also foreseeing a not-so-distant future where he fell straight down on his face, Everett nipped forward, grabbing onto the back of Marco's shirt and letting himself be pulled like a trailer, "Are you alright?"
He shook his head in answer to the question, "I don't think so. We'd know, there'd be alarms, right? But those doors up there look ominous," He commented, cautiously pulling himself closer to Marco via the fabric of his shirt, "They're worth a shot." Mode Two wasn't quite as effective as Mode Three, but it was still pretty damn good, so when she heard someone mutter into what she assumed was an earpiece behind her, she wasted no time in turning around and charging.
She recognized this man was one of the agents from the store - he must be on DKC's personal rota. She couldn't remember anything truly notable about him other then he'd been one of the ones to tase her so she wasn't all too fond of him. Looks like he was alone, but if he was special enough to be part of the little SWAT team that had knocked them so hard, she wasn't about to underestimate him.
Keeping as low as she could, Proctor lunged forward, swinging her arms out in wide, strong arches, letting her lips curl up in a snarl.
♛ Damocles Killian Corvidae ♛ and ლ Nell Briar ლ He wasn't surprised to see Alexandria here, nor was he surprised he'd missed. If anything, it was a relief. To lose her now, after putting so much work into her, would be a terrible blow. It would also, undoubtedly, make controlling Bernadette borderline impossible. "There's no need for unpleasantries, Alexandria." He said, literally seconds after trying to shoot her, "It's good to see you again. Our time in town was rather rushed." Damocles tilted his head to the side, "I admire your conviction, but there's no way I'd ever just tell you where your friends are. But there's no need to be frightened, we're taking good care of Jean and Bisera."
He was glad the new recruits were so young, when they came in a bit older they were much harder to mould. Though the presence of Alexandria and Bernadette may've put the two newbies on a solid path already. That would certainly be unfortunate.
The deal was an interesting one, and he actually smiled a little, "My my Alexandria, you've really grown up. Putting your own life on the line for those children? You've certainly matured into a fine young lady. I'm impressed. However, I'm going to have to decline your generous offer," He sighed, thumbing down the hammer on his gun again, "We want the whole package. I'm done playing Hide-and-Go-Seek with you."
~ Nell raised her own gun and shot five times in succession, not blinking once. Bumping into Kaltman in particular was a pain - she was strong, fast, and, most importantly, controlled. However, none of this changed the fact that there were two of them and one of her. Her friends would be around here somewhere, but if they had any sense, the sound of gunshots should be enough to keep them away.
She heard Wolfe's voice crackle in her ear, glad of the information. Bernadette was far enough away to not bother her at least. Good luck Wolfe, he was going to need it, as far as she was concerned.
The trick to fighting Kaltman was to keep it long distance. She knew Damocles could fight her up close, but Nell didn't really feel like getting electrocuted, so she was happy enough to stand a distance away and fire.
Zooming past agents and thoroughly enjoying himself, Otto stretched out his arms, running a hand along each side of the corridors, leaving great plumes of smoke and soot behind him. Anyone who wasn't set on fire was left hacking form the smoke, a nasty side effect he had to deal with when he'd been using his powers too long.
Unlike the others, he didn't really have a nice fall back and the ability to just stop. Normally he collapsed, exhausted. And his clothes were all burnt up too, which was mortifying. He was not standing naked in enemy halls, he just wasn't. So he kept going.
After a while, he became vaguely aware that someone was chasing him. He turned his head, eyes blown up and white, and thought he recognized one of the women from the disastrous events at the shopping mall. Knowing her to be at least partially responsible for the capture of his friends, childish and full of rage, Otto hollered down to her, "Your hair's stupid and I'm going to burn down this whole building!"
Now very mature, but it had to be said. Otto felt better after it, like he'd just done a calming session of yoga.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2017 13:14:30 GMT -5
im so sorry this is so late and its not even that good ;-; school has taken everything from me)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 23, 2017 23:20:38 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Great idea, ominous door it is then!" The boy nodded his head slightly in response, even if it was a clear lie. Everett didn't seem to buy it, though. "I'm fine. Just some old memories, is all." His voice took on a completely different tone, and he glanced back at the room once more. He could feel Everett hold onto him for support, and at that moment, he could've sworn he felt better, even if the calming powers weren't in affect yet.
"Actually, before we go...there's something I have to do." Marco took a deep breath, and his old cell he walked into a second ago was now completely filled with ice. Everything in there had been destroyed, and he made sure of it. That made him feel a lot better as well. He rubbed his hands together trying to create some heat as his troubles left him. With a sigh, he turned and walked away from the cell he'd known all too well, allowing Everett to hang onto him so he could easily glide along the icy floor. There was a reason he filled the room with ice. That was just Marco's way of saying 'Marco was here'. And because he loved to taunt people.
"Very well. If it's a trap and the agents are waiting behind door number one, I'm holding it against you. Forever." The boy glanced back, staring dead into Everett's eyes with a serious expression. "Ha, I'm only kidding!" Blythe snickered, glancing down each new hallway as they passed, prepared in case anyone attacked them from the side. Something was definitely menacing here, and that was probably due to the fact that they haven't encountered anyone since Darling opened that door to one of the video rooms.
"About earlier, that was a good question. I'd probably end up freezing the heater into a block of ice, but it's worth a shot," Marco shrugged his shoulders, continuing, "I think you need the heater more, though. You're shaking like a leaf right now! Oh, I've noticed. Ever since I came down this morning." The twenty-one year old cracked a sly smile before facing forward once more, focusing on the task at hand. He came to a sudden stop in front of the threatening-looking door, eyebrows furrowing. Upon closer inspection, it was far more secure than any regular door. It had a slot for a keycard, and a number pad underneath. To make things worse, it looked heavy as well. Something told him even his ice wouldn't do the trick.
"If I was holding two kids hostage against a group of powered individuals, this is probably the first place I'd go. So, the big question is, how do we get in? Do we shout to the others? Do we howl for Proctor?" He couldn't help but make that last joke, wondering if Everett found it as funny as he did. Alexandria Kaltman - "A few bullets mean nothing to me." So much for asking politely. Oh well, there were always other, more violent ways. She preferred those methods anyway. Her eyebrows twitched at the mention of Jean and Bisera, but she refused to let him mess with her. She did, however, clench her fists tightly trying to keep her cool. When he declined, Alex just shook her head, clicking her tongue and shaking her head.
"You're missing out. Here I am, offering to give myself up in exchange for them without so much as lifting a finger. I know what they're both capable of. I know what everyone's capable of. Why don't you just torture me even more until I give you the answers you're looking for?" She bit her tongue, not trying to give them any ideas now. Huffing, she continued. "They're still kids! You can't just force them to fight like animals," She had a flashback to all the times she had to fight Proctor, which riled her up even more. "Oh well. Your loss."
The bullets were aimed at either side of her, just inches away. She knew Nell missed on purpose, it was just a threat, she guessed. "It'll take a lot more than a few bullets to stop me. It's your own fault you raised a monster." Alexandria finally raised her arms, the light directly above her flickering as a surge of energy surrounded her. But...something seemed completely different about her. This time, she did let her rage consume her. She promised herself she wouldn't do it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. It was something she hadn't done in a long time, and a part of her was excited to finally let loose once again. If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get. She didn't care about the guns anymore. If she had to take a couple hits, it was no big deal. She could always call for Proctor or someone else to carry her out of there. That's what family was for. Also, Proctor was warm and surprisingly comfortable. She only knew because she had fallen asleep (And passed out) on her a couple times before. (She had the bar to thank for the times she did pass out.)
Her mind returned to the present, back to DKC and Nell. All of the sudden, her legs began to move, beginning with a couple slow steps forward then breaking into a sprint. She bolted straight for them, feeling the lightning surge through her entire body. She almost felt unstoppable. But yet, she was still human. They all were. If those five bullets had buried themselves in her chest, she was as good as gone. So why was she running towards the two agents instead of away? For one, she wanted to spite them. To prove to them just how much of a loss they were at for not accepting her deal earlier. But also because she had a duty to distract them, which was working out just fine. The longer they were here with her, the more time everyone else had.
Her big moment was finally here. She swung both fists in a huge arc, one about to hit DKC, the other moving to hit Nell. Even still, she knew she couldn't underestimate either of them.
Who was going to be the last one standing?
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 24, 2017 0:34:01 GMT -5
{Sameeeeeee, school/job has taken everything from me too. Sorry I couldn't get all of them up again, I'm just too tired.}
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2017 11:11:48 GMT -5
i like your new avatar 00: i've watched some bnha myself!)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2017 11:50:48 GMT -5
Everett kept quiet while Marco destroyed the empty room. No need to ask any questions. He himself wasn't the destructive type, but he could understand the feeling of wanting to break something. Marco's mood seemed to pick up instantly after that, and even if it was put on the distract himself from whatever that room had been, Everett played along, "Well, I'll just hold you in front of me. As a bullet shield." he quipped, popping his head up from Marco's back. This mode of transport was quite practical. He went to rest his chin on Marco's shoulder, as he had earlier, but actually yelped when his skin came into contact with Marco's shirt, "Oh my god, you are freezing. What the actual hell Marco." Tugging himself forward, Everett let go of Marco's shirt with one hand, "I can't work in these conditions, I'm heating you up." His free hand pooled with heat and light he gently pressed it against the bare skin on small of Marco's back.
getting over the touch of his icy skin, Everett was nearly bowled over by the fleeting negative feelings he harboured, disturbed by whatever it was he had seen and remembered. He pressed down a little harder, too embarrassed to try and ask him about how he was feeling. "Well, if a heater wouldn't work, I might." He commented, head titled, watching his hand through the fabric of Marco's shirt. It looked lit up inside, like a jack o'lantern, and he could see the black outline of his fingers gently rubbing the bottom of Marco's spine. "Couldn't break me. And I am not shaking." The healer huffed, indignantly, "And if I was, I would not be shaking like a leaf. I'd be doing it in a cool, rebellious way. I'd be shaking with a biker. It'd be very intimidating."
The sudden stop Marco came to made Everett slam into his back, pressing his face into the nape of his neck, "Oof- Marco! Don't do that." He turned his now grumpy gaze to the keypad, and leaned towards it, squinting. His vision had started to blur already, and there was a faint light coming out of his mouth, like a torch with dying batteries. "I think if you tried to howl for Proctor, she'd kill you, and then tell me to bring you back from the dead, and then kill you again." He let his hand rub one of the buttons on the keypad, frowning. "I could stab it with my sweet, sweet blade." He suggested, none too seriously. "Are you sure you couldn't like, blast it?" Stupid question, if this door was secured against anyone, it was going to be the past escapees. "What about the hinges of the door? If we go break one or two of those, we'd be able to just push our way through."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2017 12:06:53 GMT -5
♛ Damocles Killian Corvidae ♛ and ლ Nell Briar ლ He wasn't scared of a fight, but the minute the air around Alexandria changed, Damocles had a sneaky feeling that Nell and himself were, how do you say?, screwed.
The escapees were all powerful in their own way, but there was a climax of power in them, as there was in anyone. Bernadette had her Mode Three, and although he wasn't certain in the true extent of Marco's powers, he knew the boy could survive being shot point blank in the chest. Alexandria's ability probably had the most flare out of any of them. It would be hard to top, of course. Not many people could boast they were a human lightning rod.
Over a certain amount of time, the facility had been able to grow used to Bernadette's outbursts and rampages. However, Alexandria's were of a wholly different nature, and they'd never quite figured out how to contain her. What do you use to tranquilize the tranquilizer?
All of these thoughts passed through his head in the blink of an eye, and in less, Alexandria had crossed the room and was right in front of him.
x Nell cursed, loudly, but only got half the word out before Kaltman materialized in front of her like an electric phantom.
It was a lifetime of assassinations and high stakes operations that saved her now, because anything less would've resulted in losing half her face, maybe more.
Her instincts kicked in and she bent over backwards like a piece of folded paper, slipping on the water floor and baanging her head, hard. Not the most graceful swan dive, but it seemed only the tips of eyelashes, nose and fringe had been singed. Beside her, it seemed Damocles wasn't so lucky.
His bad leg meant he never could've made the dive she had, and his age, combined with the fact he mainly worked a desk job these days, didn't help. She heard him scream, something she wasn't used to, and could smell the skin on his face crisp up. Then the blow to her head kicked in and she tumbled out of consciousness
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 28, 2017 23:48:51 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I really want to fight someone." "Being a human bullet shield doesn't sound too pleasant. Even for me, and I've done crazier things." Marco shrugged, turning his head to glance back at Everett with a grin, as if to say 'You know exactly what I mean'. Alongside that, he just wanted to make sure Everett was ok back there. The sudden yelp that came from Everett put him on edge, thinking something had hurt him, but the healer's response caused him to relax his stiff shoulders, snickering to himself.
"After all this time we've spent together, I'm genuinely surprised you still get shocked about how cold I am." Before Blythe could object, he felt his body heat up ever so slightly, until warmth flooded him. He stood still in front of the door, not wanting to move. The icy boy was throughly enjoying the heat while it lasted. RIP Everett's hand though, he was probably freezing to the bone. After all, nobody else in the world was used to such cold temperatures on a daily basis.
"I'd love to see her try." Marco challenged, crossing his arms and picking up his head with confidence. "I've been dying for a good fight lately. One where I don't have to hold back," He huffed, before continuing, "And for the record, the one at the shop didn't count. We were clearly outnumbered, and I was still somewhat recovering from the day I got shot through the freaking chest." That was his excuse for holding back. As much as he'd enjoy letting loose, he didn't want to do it around any civilians or anyone in Powerscourt. There was a reason behind it, but that was another story for another day.
"What a clever deduction, Sherlock! This is why you're the brains, and I'm the fighter." Marco froze the hinges of the large door, kicking at it a couple times. The first one broke nicely, now it was just the top one left. "Try chipping at it with the knife, it's easier than using my hand." He stepped back, allowing Everett to help out. "If you want me to do it, that's fine too." His eyes scanned the door once more, and it did appear to cave in nicely with the bottom hinge gone. Whatever was inside would definitely hear them coming, though. Blythe shrugged, claiming that nothing was too hard for him to handle. Butttttt, if they absolutely needed to, he would howl for Proctor. For one, he was curious as to what would happen when they got back, and two, it was forever going to be hilarious to him. Alexandria Kaltman - "..." Her eyes widened after she heard the scream, and she realized what she'd done. She stumbled back a few steps, her footsteps sloshing in the puddles. Suddenly, she was a kid again, too afraid to end what she had started. The thought of killing seemed wrong, and despite the things these two had done to her, she just couldn't finish it once and for all. After all this time, she finally had the man with the cane and one of the other agents cornered. They couldn't even fight back in their current state. DKC had his hand to his face, and Nell was unconscious. Alex's eyes shifted back and forth between them, all the while taking a few steps back. She stood still for a moment longer before turning to face the opposite direction, shaking her head to herself. She told herself she would leave them there and move on. However, before she could move on, an abrupt pain shot through her chest, and she struggled to catch her breath. She was forced to lean against the wall next to her for support. She overexerted herself, and now she had to pay for it. Just like everyone else had consequences to their powers, she did too. Last time she hadn't noticed it as much because she had the broken ribs to worry about, but this time it had caught up to her. After what seemed like forever, she finally caught her breath, standing up and pushing off of the wall. Her whole body felt like it was burning, and in fact, some of it was. Sure she was immune to the shock, but her flesh still burnt like anyone else's. It felt like she dipped her arms in lava it was so bad. Marco's ice would come in handy right now. Even still, it was a small price to pay for defeating two agents, one of them being the leader.
Alex took a step forward, as far away from DKC as she could. She just wanted to make sure Proctor was ok. The thought of Proctor gave her a little extra energy in her steps, even though it probably wasn't the best idea to rush it after losing her breath just moments ago. After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually a few minutes, she heard some noises around the corner, walking over to check that out. Low and behold, it was Proctor. But she wasn't alone, she was fighting another agent. Luckily, she didn't appear injured. Kaltman watched from where she was across the hallway, a smile creeping up on her face as she stared at her. She looked good no matter what she was doing.
Agent Elliott Wolfe - "That's going to hurt tomorrow."
Elliott Wolfe took a few hits, groaning a bit at how much power was behind each swing. It was going to leave more than just a bruise. He wasn't looking forward to waking up tomorrow morning all sore and whatnot. The man's face was set with a look of pure concentration, trying his damndest to mirror her attacks and pack a large punch too. After that clearly wasn't working, he decided to go with the taser. Elliott pulled it from his side, flipped it on, and flung his arm forward, trying to make contact with her chest as best he could. However, he kept missing. Bernadette was surprisingly quick, and he took note of that. He barely managed to brush her arm with the taser, but something as short-lived as that wasn't going to make a difference. If anything, it would just upset the woman more.
Next, he pulled out a gun he was given. He didn't particularly like using guns, but if he had to, he wouldn't complain. It wasn't a huge flashy gun, but it would still get the job done if used correctly. Wolfe loaded the gun, proceeding to hold it in front of him, finger on the trigger. The sooner this fight ended, the better. Of course, he was strictly ordered not to kill any of them, but that wasn't what he had in mind anyway. All he had to do was land a couple hits, and anyone would be on the ground, writhing in pain and light-headed from the loss of blood. Just like he planned out in his mind, he pulled the trigger, letting one of his silver bullets fly through the middle of the hallway. If it missed or hit, he didn't care. He then blindly shot a few more times, unloading his clip and aiming slightly lower than he'd expect to try and hit Bernadette.
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The gun came as a surprise to Alexandria, and when she saw it, the smile immediately left her face. She found herself scrambling towards the two, almost tripping in the process. Alexandria knew full well that Proctor was capable of handling these kind of situations, but she couldn't help as the worry kicked in. Besides, it wasn't just one bullet, it was eight.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 29, 2017 1:08:37 GMT -5
{Thanks! I love your new avatar as well!!! Also BNHA is the best lol. <3}
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2017 11:55:52 GMT -5
these are super cheesey but i had a free day today and wanted to draw something so hope you like the ships ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 30, 2017 0:12:57 GMT -5
{Omg that's perfect!!! <3 What a lovely birthday to wake up to drawings of our ships!!!!!! Also I was meaning to say happy birthday to you too since yours was earlier this month!!!!!!!! So happy belated birthday haha. ;3}
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 11:55:08 GMT -5
I'm glad you like it!! :3c and happy birthday to you!!!!!!! 00: )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 30, 2017 12:06:14 GMT -5
{Thanks!!!!!!! C: I didn't feel any different though haha. Nineteen isn't much of a big deal, it's twenty-one I'm waiting for lol.}
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 12:23:45 GMT -5
"What can I say," He humble-bragged, drumming his fingers against his chest, "I'm full of great ideas." He had to bring something to the table other than just healing after all. Couldn't let all the others take the glory.
He had to stretch right up to reach the top hinge, which was extra annoying seeing as how Marco had just reached it by standing there, and his clothes rode up a bit, exposing a thin line of skin around his waist. It wasn't much, but it goosebumped almost instantly from just being around Marco's general vicinity. "No, it's OK," Everett grunted when Marco offered to do it for him, "I got this." The glow around him died down as his powers came to a stop and he blinked hard three times to get rid of the fuzzy vision, whittling away at the ice all the time with his little knife.
He grunted and squirmed a bit, but, eventually, the ice came away from the wall, and the hinge went with it. So did Everett. He slipped back once more, arms going out in a cartwheel as he semi-gracefully swan dived backwards. Thumping onto the ground, his legs kicked up and ended up over his head, curling him up like a pretzel.
"Is now the time to mention I hate ice?" He asked, devoid of emotion, from the floor. Slowly, he unfurled himself and lay on his back, spread eagle, staring up at the ceiling, "Because I do Marco. I really do." The door had fallen in on itself, leaving the space open to walk through, and he could hear someone shouting further up the corridor, but they were running the other way, and even from here, he could almost smell the fear rippling off them in waves. Not a solider. "Does anything down there look like it could hold them?" A drawback of not going full out was having to think before she struck. When she let everything go, Proctor moved instinctively, and didn't even remember most of it when she was done. Right now, she had to play the game like everyone else, which meant judging her opponent and responding rationally. No biting inches deep into any shoulders today.
Honestly? Proctor hated fighting. It had been thrust upon her, she was only good at it because she'd had to be to survive. When the agent whipped out his taser, she felt an older anger raise up in the back of her throat; they were going in circles, all of them. How many times had someone tried to electrocute her? How many times had she ended up with blood under her fingernails? She was sick of fighting.
Now wasn't the time to get bitter. She could be bitter when they all made it back to safety, when this building was in ashes, and Jean and Bisera were back in their beds. Now was the time to get angry, so she did. When she felt the taser singe her arm, she snarled back, lashing out with a backhand.
She wasn't one to get distracted, but she heard a scream and smelt burning flesh that wasn't her's, and her attention was divided. For a split second, it didn't make much sense; she knew the voice but it wasn't a voice that screamed. She'd barely even heard it raised in her time here. Then the puzzle pieces fell into place into glorious tessellation and she grinned, an odd look with her full mouth of fangs. Alex. Looks like Proctor wasn't the only angry one today. Give 'em hell. God, she wished she'd been there to see Alex frying that old man alive. Kaltman was no killer, but she could pack a punch.
She heard a gunshot and felt blistering pain in her right shoulder, white hot and tearing her apart. She let out a scream and fell to one knee, but halfway to the ground she felt another land further down her arm and the scream became a roar as she involuntarily merged into Mode Three.
The shift was painful enough on it's own, but when it happened on the back of two gunshot wounds and Proctor tried to fight it, it made her feel like she was on fire. Her control vanished and she ducked down low, the other bullets flying past her head. One of them went through her hair, leaving a long trail of finally sheared strands behind, and another nicked the top of her ear, almost cutting it clean off. So much happened that she didn't even notice Alex appear at first, her mind narrowed onto the man with the gun and she ran at him again, fingers sharpened into full claws now and teeth far too big for her mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2017 12:24:49 GMT -5
still two more years until you can get #turnt, huh? :// not to brag but as an 18 yr old UK citizen, i have that privilege >;3 )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Sept 30, 2017 12:51:27 GMT -5
{Luckyyyyyyy!!!!!! Time to move to Ireland now haha. Lol I just wanna know what drinks actually taste like. I would probably hate it, but still. XD Also I wish I could reply soon, since you're on, but I have work. :C}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Oct 1, 2017 1:37:24 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I have good ideas too." Marco tried his best to hold back his laugh as he stepped back, watching Everett stand on his tiptoes to try and chip at the ice. His arms flung forward as he tried to catch the healer, but he was a tad too late, staring down at the healer and running one hand through his hair nervously. "Heh, sorry about that. It happens to the best of us," Bending down, he helped the other boy to his feet. In response to hating ice, Blythe nodded. "You can say that again. You aren't the only one who hates ice," Admitting that fact, he shrugged his shoulders. The frozen boy carried on, leading the way beyond the door they just destroyed. "Believe it or not, I used to have a hard time too. Trust me, you get used to it." A reassuring smile found their way to his lips, hurrying his pace up a bit towards the direction of the shouting. He had a good feeling about this path, thinking they finally had a lead. About time, wasn't it? He hated this place, and he wanted to get out as soon as possible.
"Oh yeah, these all look like some sort of new, special cells." Responding to the earlier comment Everett made, he took note of each room that they passed. This had to be the place, no doubt.
The shouting gradually got louder, causing the twenty-one year old to break into a worried run, glancing back to make sure Everett was doing ok. There was a certain look on his face that said he meant business. He had screwed up many things before, and he sure as heII wasn't going to screw up this rescue mission. Even the least-serious of people could be dead serious if they wanted.
Even in here it was a maze, meant to throw them off. He had lost his breath a long time ago, but he continued to press on. This wasn't something you could take lightly. After all, Jean and Bisera were still kids. Not only that, this place was void of mercy.
"I...think you...should lead." He spoke between breaths, slowing his pace to match Everett's. There were things he could do, and things he couldn't do. And running around trying to track people down was NOT his forte. Everett had some experience though, following him around for a while, right? He was probably more suited for this than he was. Alexandria Kaltman And Agent Elliott Wolfe - "You've done it now." "Bernadette!" Alexandria called out, voice full of concern as she watched Proctor transform after taking a few bullets. It wasn't just the fact that it looked painful. She could almost feel it, just by staring. Or maybe it was the fact that her burning flesh felt worse than earlier as the adrenaline began to die down. The only emotion she felt right now was a strong sense of worry.
After that, time just seemed to slow down for her, and just like earlier, the pain in her chest returned, this time with a painful vengeance. She didn't get a chance to watch the rest of the fight, and instead ended up collapsing to the floor before she could do anything else, struggling to breathe correctly once again. But this time, if you looked closely, there was the slightest smile on her face. Nothing was going to stop an angry Bernadette now. Everyone had better run. Alexandria tried keeping her eyes on Proctor, watching in case something reckless happened. It was the responsibility Proctor entrusted to her.
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Agent Wolfe hadn't seen this coming. With what happened to everyone last time, he was as good as dead. He didn't have time to glance back at the unfamiliar voice, he just needed to save himself. Wolfe turned back quickly, trying his hardest to escape the beast. Unfortunately for him, there was no escape. The beast could easily outrun any of them, and by the looks of it, wouldn't be satisfied until he was devoured or ripped apart limb by limb.
It was the first time in a long time where he felt useless. Humans were one thing, but the enhanced were on a completely different level. "Bernadette is currently in her 'beast mode', requesting back-" With that, his mic cut off, with a loud static noise coming from his end. Elliott shook his head, bracing for a pain worse than last time. He just hoped his message went through to the others.
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Alex was afraid she had made a grave mistake earlier, leaving DKC and Nell alive. She felt kind of bad to think about it, but they were the type of people to try again and again and again. And as long as they had life left in them, they would hunt Powerscourt down, right? Anxiety seemed to get the best of her as she lifted her head up from the ground, watching the end of the fight. It wasn't going to take long before she was through with him.
Then what?
Placing her palms on the floor, she groaned, trying to force herself to get up to no avail, letting out a pained scream in the process. She fell back onto the floor, as it completely slipped her mind that her arms were in horrible condition.
Pathetic.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2017 10:43:07 GMT -5
honestly, drink isn't that good, it's highly overrated. The only nice ones are the girly drinks that taste like peaches or just flat out sugar. Good stuff.)
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