Dr Archeville Posted June 30, 2010 Posted June 30, 2010 The assembled heroes saw another figure advance upon the escaping criminals. Not one of the guards, but a... biker? Wielding a... shovel? It was Dead Head! Right, time ta put some fear in these bozos before knockin' 'em down As the Revoltin' Revenant swiftly shambled up to the rabble, it let out a blood-curdling moan, and the emerald flames in its eyes began also glowing in its mouth. "BRRRAAAIIINSSS! You have used your BRAINS for evil, now I will TAAAKE THEEEM!" It then he began kayaking through the rabble with its shovel, wading through with what looked to be horrifyingly reckless abandon. In truth, though, he was using some care in aiming his blows, being careful to administer merely small concussions to knock them out for a short time, not life-threatening brain damage.
Geez3r Posted June 30, 2010 Author Posted June 30, 2010 And there was much twacking to be had. One after another, the prisoners began falling like dominoes before the undead fighter. Most weren't even fighting back, they were just trying to run away from the Revoltin' Revenant, scrambling over each other, clawing desperately away from him. The ones that did stand and fight did so only because they couldn't get away, and they got a shovel to their face for their troubles.
Basarin Posted July 1, 2010 Posted July 1, 2010 "Holy carp!" The force field might have absorbed some of the swipe, but the rest of the force managed to get through. What managed to get through, as it turned out, smarted something fierce. He backed away slightly and resolved to try and keep his distance when he was better able to next time. "Bad...dog? Wolf? Whatever. Bad dog! No cookie!"
Gizmo Posted July 6, 2010 Posted July 6, 2010 Midnight didn't bother to answer Arrowhawks question, he simply drew his clenched fist towards his body, then threw them outward along with a cascade of midnight mist pouring from every inch of his body. The roiling cloud of absolute darkness spread across the prison yard in moments, blanketing those on the ground in sense-depriving terror. From the inky void a voice called, raspy and as devoid of emotion as the grave itself, carrying past the sounds of the riot despite it's even inflection. "Ask yourself," it demanded coldly, "would you not feel safer in your cells?"
Geez3r Posted July 10, 2010 Author Posted July 10, 2010 The already scared inmates become flat out terrified and immediately decide their only option at this point is to beat feet. That being said, there are still all the hardened criminals who don't give up quite so easily, no matter how many times they get thrown back into their cells. Take the White Knight for example. If ever there was a symbol for all the punching bag villains in Freedom City, White Knight would be it. It was just so satisfying to clean his clock. He wasn't exactly a push over however. Engulfed in his supposed holy fire White Knight took to the air to blind side Mongrel Angel. He was bellowing something about her being unclear and defiling the good lord's work, or some such. To be perfectly honest all his rants were kind of running together at this point. He was known for a lot of things, originality was not one of them. Speaking of punching bags, Rant saw an opportunity to avenge his fallen sister and released a deafening roar at Mongrel Angel as well, lacking the courage to attack her by himself.
quotemyname Posted July 10, 2010 Posted July 10, 2010 Breakdown saw White Knight streak across the sky in his peripherals. He winced when he heard the crack made when White Knight connected on Mongrel Angel above him. He could do nothing to prevent that. He was, however fast enough to react to Rant's attempt at double teaming his flying feathered friend. "Oh no you don't!" Breakdown called out, and pushed his hands forward, once again releasing a jet of music into the air. His altitude allowed him the time required to push his music in front of the sound waves generated by Rant's rebel yell. The two sets of powers collided, and compounded to form nothing but still dead air.
Cyroa Posted July 13, 2010 Posted July 13, 2010 Dark Star sighed. People always insisted on doing things the hard way. And fighting needlessly. "Such violence. Such a shame," he said, shaking his head. He narrowed his eyes, truly focusing on the battlefield. He summoned his energies and with a little twisted, sent a wave of power to cover the entire area...
Geez3r Posted July 14, 2010 Author Posted July 14, 2010 Dark Star was as awe inspiring as always. He took out most of the no names in one fell swoop, and about half of the big names too. Quite a fair showing. Prisoners were still leaking out of the facility, but in between the inverse gravity and the prisoners rushing back in, they didn't make much head way. That was until one prisoner made his debut. Markus Willson aka. Nexus, one of the more infamous prisoners in Blackstone. Also one of their better success stories, he's been safely contained for over a decade now. Or well, he was. He is known for his ability to copy the traits of anyone he sets his eyes on. And right now, his eyes are on Dark Star and Breakdown. He starts floating off the ground, his body now composed of the same energy as Dark Star, and you can hear a certain tune on the wind. [groove]21831261[/groove]
Ecalsneerg Posted July 15, 2010 Posted July 15, 2010 Arrowhawk turned and stared in horror as the prisoner took Dark Star's powers. Ignoring the prisoners lifted off their feets, floating in the air due to Dark Star's gravitic powers, he took a few steps forwards. "We're dead," he said, simply, pivoting on one foot to face Nexus. "We're dead." Then his face hardened. "Someone find a way to stop him. I'm going to draw him off." Firing a couple of arrows through Nexus, knowing full well they wouldn't work, he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Hey, ASSHOLE! Come and try it! Because phenomenal gravity powers won't stop a man with a bow and arrow, right? RIGHT!?" And... this'll hurt.
Geez3r Posted July 17, 2010 Author Posted July 17, 2010 You couldn't read the expression on Nexus' face all that well, but you could tell he was scowling as gravatic energy began to gather in his hands. Yeah, this was probably gonna hurt. But Arrowhawk had other concerns at the immediate moment. Breaking off his pursuit the Kung Fu Killer springs after Arrowhawk and tries to snatch his bow away from him, but Arrowhawk is canny enough to see his shadow approaching, foiling the villain's sneak attack. "You are brave to draw his attention away from your friends, but do us a favor, do it in a way that won't piss him off huh? Who do you think he's going to start pounding after he is finished with the likes of you? Now think; how do we stop him?"
quotemyname Posted July 19, 2010 Posted July 19, 2010 "Oh no you don't! Nobody takes my music!" Breakdown began blasting Dream Theater's Panic Attack. He thrust his hand outward towards Nexus and felt the sound waves connect, but would it be enough? "This is how you stop him! Take back what he's taken!"
Taar Posted July 23, 2010 Posted July 23, 2010 Hm. Shift in priorities here, I think. Hoping that Nexus was distracted by Arrowhawk enough for her to get in a good shot, Sarah vanished form her place on the wall and delivered a powerful backhand slash at his right side before immediately appearing on his opposite side to continue the swing into him again. Finally alighting on the roof of the complex, Sarah quickly ducked behind some cover.
Geez3r Posted July 24, 2010 Author Posted July 24, 2010 Nexus proved to be just as powerful as they feared, as he proved as difficult to harm as Dark Star himself, as Sarah Prescott's blade did little more than slide off his skin. Nexus did little more than shake his head at the form of the retreating Prescott. But while all eyes were on Nexus, someone with more sinister motives was sizing up the heroes looking for a potential target. Orion the Hunter braced the weapon with practiced skill and took aim at the teen hero who was otherwise occupied distracting Nexus. No stupid one liners were given, Orion just exhaled and pulled the trigger, he was a professional after all.
Basarin Posted July 27, 2010 Posted July 27, 2010 "Where the heck?" Slipstream looked around to locate the source of the weapon, but in the chaos of things he couldn't see it at the moment. For now, there wasn't anything to do about it except hope he could find it next time. The wolfman who tried to get at him earlier, on the other hand...this was a target he could see and shoot at. And the best he could do was to try and pick off who he could where he could. He leveled his blaster pistol at the wolf and opened fire while also keeping his distance.
Dr Archeville Posted August 7, 2010 Posted August 7, 2010 Okay, this just went from 'bad' to 'Holy $#&%!' But maybe... The Revoltin' Revenant looked up at Nexus, and let out a terrifying moan. "You think that power will be enough to save you from DEATH? To save you from ME?!" Dead Head's glowing eyes flared with an unnatural light, bathing Nexus in a sickly green glow. When next he spoke, his voice had an eerie reverb to it. [bg=#000000]"Look into my eyes and see the ghosts which linger because of your actions! They're waiting for you!"[/bg]
Geez3r Posted August 22, 2010 Author Posted August 22, 2010 Nexus looked a bit taken aback by the appearance of a true to life (or death rather) zombie. For a moment you could see him falter as doubt crept into his heart. He may have the powers of a god, but he has the heart of a human, and that may be his one weakness. When he was confronted with the images of the dead however, he did not falter as he did before. He spoke for the first time, and barely louder than a whisper "Maria." as his hands balled into fists.
Gizmo Posted September 12, 2010 Posted September 12, 2010 Midnight gritted his teeth behind his featureless mask as the villainous mimic rose into the air. Dark Star and Breakdown... Against that kind of power, what could be possibly do? For a moment the teenage vigilante felt impossibly small. Seeing Arrowhawk purposefully draw Nexus' ire, however, galvanized the youth in an instant. His hand flew purposefully to the pouch on his belt his grandfather had warned him was to be utilized only in the direst of emergencies. Sprinting forward, he stooped to snatch up an arrow shaft left on the ground, it's tip snapped off, and skillfully fastened the small, matte black cylinder about half the size of his fist in its place. Even as he did, he drew in a deep breath and raised one hand, a jet of midnight mist spilling forth from the sleeve to momentarily catch the mimic's attention, buying precious moments. Catching up with the Scottish archer, Midnight presented him with the hastily crated quarrel. "What do you know," he asked soberly, the red lenses over his eyes flashing, "about the Zero Zone?"
Geez3r Posted September 12, 2010 Author Posted September 12, 2010 Heedless about the far more pressing matters around him, White Knight continued his assault on Mongrel Angel. "You only got dat dere Mongrel part right. You ain't nothin' but a low down dawg, an' a ugly one at that." taunts White Knight, as he continues to swing furiously at Mongrel Angel. Without the advantage of a surprise attack however, he seems to have trouble landing a hit.
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