EternalPhoenix Posted October 18, 2016 Posted October 18, 2016 This was bad. It was really, really bad. Queenie couldn’t even lift a finger in her own defense. But there was one thing she could do, maybe. She asked the Ring, and the VI said yes. It was…weird. Sure, she could make constructs and blast things, but sometimes she wondered if there was anything the Ring couldn’t do. Because this was an off the wall idea if ever there was one. The skin of her force field thickened into two separate layers. Then the upper layer got very, very slippery. It was basically cooking oil, but better than anything on earth. The sausages just slid right off, as Queenie’s field dripped somewhat ickily. The “oil” never made it to the ground though. This should hold for a while. “Gotta do better, sunshine. The meat that I can’t cook up hasn’t been born yet!”
Raveled Posted November 8, 2016 Author Posted November 8, 2016 The meat golem groaned and hissed as the aura around Queenie grew slippery and she headed up, his other hand reaching impotently for her as the superhero soared into the sky. Its mouth opened and it hissed at her, like sausages sizzling on the grill, as she floated up and out of its reach. It thrashed the stage with its long fingers, obviously irritated at her. Caught in his own fight, it seemed like the momentum was finally turning in Outlaw's favor. One of the cream puffs was hanging back, but the other two threw themselves at the young hero. One of them recoiled at the touch of Outlaw's coruscating aura, but the other was undeterred. It engulfed him, and even as it was scorched and burned it pummeled him from all sides like a wild crowd.
Quinn Posted November 15, 2016 Posted November 15, 2016 Outlaw swore a blue streak as he felt the fists come in - each shot causing his 'shield' to flare, and eyes to smoke. He'd taken harder hits before from thugs with bats - but damned if it wasn't irritating! Still, he wasn't in this for revenge; and fighting smart hurt a helluva lot less than fighting stupid. The second he saw the one recoil, he kicked in the jet below one foot - bringing it up fast; snapping his leg up to connect with a sickening crack to the thing's jaw. Or squish, as the case may be. He grinned, watching it reel, right before impact speaking in a Southern drawl; "And Outlaw goes for the uprights..."
Raveled Posted November 15, 2016 Author Posted November 15, 2016 Outlaw's boot connected and burned the creature, his black-and-red flames consuming its gooey body in moments. The remaining cream puff retreated before the teen's otherworld assault, letting loose a high, thin scream. Just as the teen was considering the fight over, he realized that the scream had been taken up all around him. As he watched, more and more pale cream puffs began flooding in from all directions. From her elevated position, Queenie watched as the meat golem glanced off to one side and, in a single bounding leap, cleared the stalls of the cooks and loped off towards a gathering pile of cream and sauced cutlets. As the heroes watched, more puffs and more golems converged on a single spot all across the park. The mass began rising taller and taller, more and more food jumping in with wild abandon. Before their very eyes it shaped itself into a roughly human form, ropes of sausages and steaks bulging around creamy limbs in a macabre, bloody mocking of the human form. It stood tall over the heroes, tall over the stands, tall over the trees of Liberty Park. The massive meat-and-cream puff man stood forty feet tall, its roughly-sketched shape casting a shadow over the downtown skyscrapers. Its eyes quested blindly, until Outlaw felt its attention settle on him. The creature roared and began running at the teen hero.
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