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Post by Envy on Nov 2, 2017 13:06:07 GMT
“Welcome to Torn City, the birth people of powered individuals and the home of Naxtin Technology and Genetic Technology!” Says the hologram of Torn City’s Mascot, Luna Torn! Around her is debris, and flames dance around as a woman and man walk by with. The woman her whole body covered in flames, and the man who is covered from head to toe in mud. The duo are surrounded by the NTF/S and Gellota, One of Naxtin Tech’s company-sponsored heroes she as happens to be part of Torn City’s A-Listers; The lucky few people that the people either love or hate them.
Watching from the nearby skyscraper, is tall man with binoculars “Another lovely day in our city, am I right Mistress Inque?” He says to Inque sitting in their throne made out of Ink. “Indeed it is Thoma, Indeed it is.” As the pair begin to move off of the building so they are not seen by the NTF/S, Inque sitting on Thoma's shoulder begins to simile “Seems like the next couple of months are going to be fun!” Looking down towards the crowds of Denizens and Tourists.
The bustling sounds of Torn echo through the city as both the powered and unpowered as they continue their daily lives. Even the Illegal and Villains can be heard if you listen hard enough, everyone can hear heroes since they are the loudest in the city. So, who do you hear?
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Nov 2, 2017 17:23:30 GMT
With the NTF/S distracting themselves with their usual little party-like introductories, the rest of the city seems quiet... Perfect time for somebody to strike. A warehouse, owned by the same company, has the unfortunate luck to be the target of mentioned strike. This one is incredibly subtle, there is no armed goons in masks gunning every guard in sight down and recklessly gathering everything they can hold. No.. The guards are asleep. There's no signs of a struggle or battle, but there was surely a presence. One guard remains awake, moving in with his flashlight to scan the area he is in with the curious and suspicious thought as to why his colleagues won't answer the radio. He turns the corner to see the one he's looking for. Slumped against a tall industrial shelf, snoring softly. He hears another sound, a feminine voice whispering from behind him. "Schlaf..." and with a flash of light from behind his head, the suspicious guard crumbles to the floor and joins his sleeping friend to dream. The last thing he hears are footsteps fading out as the dark slumber overcomes him.
'A harmless solution.' Are the thoughts of a hooded woman, dressed in what appears to be a runic Cape and black overalls. She did not want to hurt or kill any of them, they're just doing the job that they were hired to do, blissfully unaware of what atrocities NTF/S really get up to. She does not hold the burning grudge against them, they are unfortunately caught into the mix. Luckily, her powers have a very wide diversity. The sleep hex is the most effective when wanting somebody to be knocked out peacefully... Only one person knows hex powers. The Illegal Terrorist, Black Witch.. Or so the media tells. The real person behind the name is Dr. Maria Malojewski, a doctor of science and medicine that seeks to cure those who did not wish for the burden of powers. It's a difficult task, because only a small band support this cause and resources are even thinner... Maria took it upon herself to take necessary action to acquire these resources while crippling the darker side of the NTF/S... Steal their own supplies. This heist is a smooth one for once, a nice change that she does not have to put excessive effort into this.
"In position." She speaks in a foreign language into a small earpiece. Another voice, a male speaking the same language, replies. "Alright. Line A23, T2038." That's all she needs to hear and makes her way over to that side. The other voice is another illegal fighting for the same goals, an expert hacker that Maria theorised their powers are related to it. They have never met, never seen each other's faces. Probably for the best, they want to remain scattered and anonymous. NTF/S have been hunting them down for this quest for a cure. They don't want cures, they want to infect more people with his burden so their profits just keep rising... It makes her sick, they do not realise the damage these serums cause, just how fat their bank accounts get. As if thinking about the damage was a trigger, the Hexer begin to cough lightly. Usually, they are worse but she remembered to take the suppressants before heading out. The serum that gave her these powers also gave her a devastating, cancer-like illness that developed some years after it manifested. Research showed that 80% of the powered population are at risk of the disease. There is no cure for it except the powers themselves. They are directly linked to one another, remove one and the other follows with it. The good doctor created a temporary antidote that suppresses the progression significantly... But it is still inevitable. She is running out of time on her biological clock. Her death equals to loss of so much progress and worse, the loss of hopes to a cure. She cannot die yet, she cannot delay.
Finding the correct location, the supplies are locked within a sturdy, thick container that would require a heavy forklift to move... Or a certain Hex. "Halt" She speaks again while holding an outstretched arm towards it, fingers wide open. Two purple, runic rings appear around her wrist and a third, larger one floats just in front of her palm. In turn, two massive rings manifest in the air around the container, slowly rotating with runic scripture inside. The Hexer moves her hand more towards herself, and the container moves as well. It looks as if it threatens to fall and crash to the floor but as soon as it is off the edge, it gently levitates in the air before descending down, making no sound once reaching the floor. The next 'spell' will take time for Maria. Teleporting a load like this with her will exhaust her out. Luckily, the day will be over when she succeeds in doing so.. She just needs time to prepare it's travel. Luckily, she can do this in peace with all guards sleeping away, content that they are not a part of this.
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Post by Envy on Nov 4, 2017 15:46:36 GMT
Dropping down onto the roof of the main warehouse, Thoma shakes the roof of the building alerting themselves with whomever is in the place. Punching a hole through the roof, Inque jumps down off of Thoma “Well isn’t this quite the grand entrance? Here, I’ll get inside and deal with our gracious hosts, and you’ll make a ER and deal with the NTF/S” as they begin to liquefy and pour through the hole that Thoma punched through in the roof. As the black liquid begins to pour through the hole in the roof, two other guards come out to check out the noise. Stepping in a black liquid pouring down from a roof, the guard back ups just to be meet with the black liquid entrapping him.
Cutting off his supply of oxygen, Inque wraps the man up in hindsight and slithers over towards the other guard and wraps around his like a boa constrictor. With the pair knocked out they wrap them up and bind their eyes and mouths, absorbing all of Ink around them Inque forms into 4 clones and one snake to cover ground quicker. Looking up and down the aisles they finally spot what they were looking for, just to see it floating in the air and a women holding it in place. They call back to the other three clones to come back, and shrinks the snake down to microscopic level. “My, my, my seems like my hosts had a uninvited guesses it seems like.” Inque saws in their feminine form, aloud bam echoes through the warehouse as Thoma has made a escape route for the pair.
“Seems like my dance partner is just in time, we could have a quick waltz. But I'll be leading us dearly, so now let's dance!” They say with enthusiasm as they position the snake to be on one the high rise shelves behind the hoodied women. Then Inque breaking down into a liquid and one clone, the waves are trying to crush around to the left and right of the women while the clone goes straight down the middle. “Hopefully you know how to dance, Honey!”
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Post by Shift on Nov 4, 2017 21:05:26 GMT
A small dark green vine slithered across the dank alleyway silently, straddling growing throughout. It's target was far too busy to notice it. The vine creeped closer and closer. Suddenly, it shot out, entangling its target by grabbing his leg and wrapping around it. "What the he-" He was cut off by a swift flurry of lashes from previously unseen plants. A purse drops onto the cold ground, no longer held by the man. A women stood, petrified by the chain of events that had just unfolded in front of her. "W-what is you want?" She stammered, terrified. "You were being robbed, so I stopped the robber. You can have your bag back now." A disembodied voice said. The voice belonged to Christopher Mitchell, or as he's better known as, Relic. The women nodded, her breathing calming down. "O-ok, I suppose you are right. Who are you then?" She asks, unsure of where to look. "You can call me Relic. You should head on to wherever you were going, before another goon shows up," he says cheerfully, hoping to ease her fears. One less fearful citizen in Torn makes his goal a whole lot easier. The women nods and hurriedly grabs her purse and leaves. With everything said and done, the vines go back to the ground and Relic emerges from the shadows.
He heads out to the sidewalk, content with that encounter. He made a mental note on how to better turn public opinion around as he walked. There was hardly anyone out on the streets, he observed. He stopped as he turned the corner of a deli, peering at a warehouse. The logo confirmed it was owned by NTF/S. What interested him more, however, was what was inside it. There was one women, wearing an interesting set of clothing, one filled with runes. She appeared to be holding a container in the air. There was also some... Ink surrounding her? He couldn't tell, but there was a whole lot of it. They looked to be in a confrontation of some kind, but aside from that he didn't know what was going on. He'll be needing a closer point of view. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the ground beneath him. In a few moments he appears to be sinking into the ground as though it were quicksand. He had been working on this trick for quite some time. He was now almost completely submerged into the earth. This was an extension of his geokinises ability, allowing him to burrow and glide through the ground unseen by others. Submerged beneath the ground, he swiftly moved and sifted through it. He couldn't explain how he knew where he was going, although he theorized it had to do with his connection to the very earth he was burrowing through, giving him some spatial awareness. That topic would be better suited some other time, however, now he has a mystery of sorts to solve. Gliding through the earth, he reaches his destination. He was now underneath the floor of the warehouse. He heard muffled speaking from above, although he could only make out a few words. He goes up through the earth, emerging silently from behind a rack of various containers. He crouched down, peering around the container briefly. He was right in that it was ink and it certainly seemed like a fight as about to occur. He remained silent, waiting before he decides to makes his move.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Nov 5, 2017 13:58:05 GMT
Maria turns her head slightly to the new voice. She swore she counted all guards inside the facility unconscious... The quick answer is that this person was not a guard. By the way they eye her container, she is not the only one that decided to raid the place. She cannot give up this score. There is too much at stake. Luckily for her, this person of ink is arrogant as they attempt to surround her. If they knew her reputation, they would know this trick would not work...
"You are mistaken." She speaks this time in English as she creates a cross in front with her arms, open hands create another pair of runic circles. These ones glow more intensely, as do her eyes as the inky substance advances quickly to surround her. "I do not dance... Einfluss!" With the last word, the Witch pushes her arms to outstretch to her sides. The circles flash, and a pulse of purple energy erupts from her and spreads outwards with great speed. Other containers on the shelves feel the impact like while the one she held remains steady from the rings. The waves of ink meet the impact and smash it all back away from her, forcefully pushed away with the pulse while the clone running towards her just splatters into more ink. Maria did not want to use this, let alone any source of violence. Too many Hexes will wear her out, but she needs to buy time as the spell prepares. She wastes no time and in another small flash of light, she disappears from existence... Then reappears on the top shelves above the inky sea. 'if this powered is a hive mind to their substance... They do not share pain physically, but mentally?...' she muses to herself as she prepares one of her more dangerous, offensive spells. The next ring looks darker in colour. "Schmerz..." She speaks softly with a dark look. The ring becomes a bolt of purple energy and hits the ink. She focuses most of the pain it will radiate through this abomination on their brain and mind, thanks to her secondary telepathy. Just a little more time... Keep this thing crippled just a bit more.
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Post by Envy on Nov 6, 2017 14:54:35 GMT
Feeling the pain of the hooded women's hexes, makes Inque quiver for a bit but she knows nothing about them. The waves and the clone shrink into one person who in shaking in pain, the pain does hurt but they felt worse than this. However on the other hand they are always thinking even acting on instinct when needed, like now of all times, moving the snake unconsciously the slithers onto the hooded women and wraps itself around the woman's neck; Fangs pierce her neck and inject some Ink inside of women, Smiling Inque stating “Wow, you really think, I’m stupid?” holding their hands over their head as they lay on the ground. “It’s really sad that you don’t know how to dance, maybe if you cared enough I could show; How about now while you still have a bit of me inside of you.” They say while the main clone disappears and reappears next to woman on shelf.
Thoma on the other hand, walks toward the commotion, looking at Inque and the hooded women on the top of the shelves. “I trust that you got this under control, I’ll take the items we’ve need, you could see the destruction of this place if you’ve love to Mistresses.” Says Thoma grabbing the thick container and jumping down off of the shelves sending a small shockwave through the ground. Walking towards the escape route, Thoma feels the vibrations in the ground, he swear he justs felt something setting the container down again, he picks a nice spot. Then punches the ground hard, to see if he can spot this intruder again.
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Post by Shift on Nov 6, 2017 20:26:49 GMT
Relic watched the engagement between the two with caution. It appeared the women holding up the container had powers related to those hexes that appear around her every time she says specific words. It was similar to the wizards and witches in fantasy, actually. He dismissed the connection, he had more important matters going on now. He looks closer as she appears to begin a large and dangerous attack. As he notices this, he instinctively manipulates the ground to hold onto his feet. Just in time as well, it seems, as after he did so the attack commenced. It pushed back the containers, and likely Relic with them if it weren't for his footholds. The hooded women fired off another hex, this time one with a darker coloration. The ink became a single person after the impact, standing there quivering in pain. Suddenly, an inky snake creature launched itself down from the containers and wrapped itself around the hooded women's neck, seeming to inject something into her.
His attention is taken away from their confrontation by the man who had been with the person who he called "Mistresses". It appears they were there for materials, just like the hooded women. Vibrations rocked through the ground as he pounded the ground, most likely trying to find him. He must have felt him coming into the warehouse. The man didn't seem to know he had already went above ground, judging from his punching. His mind was racing with possible courses of actions that he could take. Suddenly an idea popped into his head, which he immediately went through with. He looked at a spot relatively far from him, but in the range of the man trying to find him. If the man was using vibrations, than if he creates one farther away he could distract him. He focuses on the spot, willing the earth to vibrate in a small path leading away from him before stopping. The ground rumbled as he did so, following his mental commands with ease. It wasn't noticeable enough to distract the two others from their battle. One was enough, and he didn't even know who they were. 'Hopefully this will work,' he thinks to himself as he finishes the last touches.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Nov 6, 2017 20:41:26 GMT
The pain from the injection hits hard. Hard enough to bring the Witch her knees. The pain hex and the hold on the container fizzles out, but she has enough fight to keep focus on the teleportation spell. It feels her nerves are on fire as the woman openly mocks her. She does not care for their jeers, a determination to outrun a cancerous disease is more important than reacting to petty words. What she does care for however, is another ink duplicate making it's way out with the container. She will not let that happen... She's stalled long enough for the spell to be prepped, but physical contact is needed for this. She cannot let them get away.. But under this hold, she is losing this battle as this bitch manages to make her a puppet with whatever was injected into her system.
But something else happens. It feels like the substance inside of her is being counteracted, the pain lessens and feels like she has regained some control. Unbeknownst to the doctor, the powered cancer inside of her body is keeping her alive. At least, in this instance. The ink is being infected also and being a small dose without the ability to absorb the suppressants from her bloodstream, it is being aggressively eaten alive and destroyed by her disease. The ink is strong and the process of destruction is slow as a result, the main host probably won't be infected either due to independent disconnection, but it is enough for Maria to deal with the situation at hand. She wordlessly puts her hand on the monster's leg. It feels like a tar is beginning to smother it, sweat begins to emanate from the stress of such strong Hexes in quick succession, maintaining concentration on the container and fighting the pain. She is spent, but sheer will pushes on. "Vetch...winden..." The strained word almost does not leave her mouth when the fight gets harder. Then... Her hand no longer holds anything, no tar on her hand anymore. The woman has vanished out of existence... Or least, forcefully teleported far from here. The snake begins to make a God awful screech just audible as the infection begins to destroy that as well. She is free from the hold, but the exhaustion from that experience combined with excessive use of her power is apparent. The pulsing shockwave combined with one of her more powerful Hexes left her fatigued. Standing up again proves to be the most challenging task today, legs feel like they will snap under a body of solid concrete. One more thing to do... Then she can rest.
An attempt to blink herself to the container fails, the Witch falls from the shelf and lands onto the container that for an odd reason, the other clone put down. The impacting crash echoes around the warehouse, shoulder and hip take the brunt of the blow yet too tired to cry out in agony. It feels something broke, or at least bruised incredibly badly. It will be worth it now she is in the position she wants. She is lucky that the other one appears to be distracted by something else, while a whisper of the foreign language is spoken again... And that's it, her task is complete. The container remains in place, not evidence to show anything really happened except for Maria, whose mind tingles when the entire contents of said container is teleported away to an unknown location. The release from the concentration is welcoming, but fails to lessen the fatigue. She is spent, she doubts she has enough energy to teleport herself away. If she dies here, then at least she knows the resources are secured to further the goal of a cure. She just wished she could be around to see the day. The other one will have no idea the contents is missing, so hopefully he will just make off with the container and leave her be to recover.
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Post by Envy on Nov 8, 2017 16:48:31 GMT
Thoma picks up a vibration from afar, whatever this thing is it’s alive and it has powers. Either way it’s observing him and not engaging, so either way he doesn’t need to fight. Thoma picking the container feels the container is a slight bit, lighter than it was before it was put down. Setting the container back down on the ground, he opens the container to see nothing. Apawed by this shocking revelation he thinks back to the women, and how she teleport Mistress Inque using sound vibrations he locates the women. Walking over to worker’s locker room, he grabs duct tape and a clean white tee shirt, rip the tee shirt he walks over towards the women picks her up and gagging her if she happens to wake up and decides to cast another spell.
Red and Blue lights dance around the ceiling of the warehouse, “Ahh, they finally decided to show up to the party seems like it’s time to make a scene.” Thoma says slinging the women over his shoulder. Arriving at the warehouse, the NTF/S surround the warehouse the men and women take up arms. Gellota walks out of one of the cruisers, her latex suit clings to her Gel body; “We have two confirmed criminals inside of warehouse, madam.” Says one of the officers on sight, then begins to bark orders to the others on the sight. “Much appreciated, Officer Schmucles.” Says Gellota as she spits into two clones, and starts moving towards the warehouse.
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Post by Shift on Nov 8, 2017 21:37:22 GMT
Relic sighs silently in relief as the man gives up his search, deciding to go to the crate instead. However, it appears its items were gone. If he had to take a guess on what happened, he'd say it had something to do with that hooded women. Speaking of which, he looked over to what was happening to her. The ink creature was gone, although it was clear she wouldn't be able to do much more. She must have teleported the other person of ink away somewhere.
The man who he had fooled earlier using his powers made his way to the woman, grabbing duct tape and a ripped t-shirt, proceeding to gag her. He felt his hand clench into a fist, knowing what was happening. This was becoming a hostage situation. He's dealt with a few cases like this before, although now he didn't have a squad at his back. He had a feeling that these two didn't have the best intentions. Despite not knowing who the hooded woman was, he had a feeling she was more likely to be in the right. He moves to get up, but he pauses as he hears sirens from beyond the warehouse door. 'That makes this more difficult,' he thinks to himself. It must have been the NTF/S trying to stop whatever is going on, no doubt with a hero as well. He had a limited window to do this, so whatever he does he has to do it now.
First he'll have to stop the NTF/S from interrupting. With a thought, rock jutted from the ground, blocking the entrance completely. That'll keep them from coming in for the time being. Now, time to give some help to the mystery hooded woman. He'll have to be careful. He doesn't know the extent of the man's powers, making him blind in terms of frontal combat. Suddenly around the man's feet the ground begins to fluctuate unevenly, knocking him off his balance. From the uneven ground comes dozens of small brown roots, each draping around his feet. At once, they begin to pull and tug him down as the ground shakes beneath him. Relic emerges from behind the containers, walking closer. With each step more roots and vines emerge to wrap around the man. Their hold tightens as he struggles from their grasp. They aren't tight enough to hurt, but enough to make it very difficult to get out of, especially with the still fluctuating ground. "So I don't suppose you'll tell me who you are and why you're here? It'll make my job easier if you do." His voice is calm and smooth as he speaks, moving closer and closer. He hears rapid knocking on the door he blocked, with faint yelling coming from it. "The time is ticking, you know," he says, tilting his head towards the knocking. Slowly, rock formed around the trapped man's feet, ensuring he stays.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 8, 2017 23:43:57 GMT
"Another one enters the fight." A synthesized voice sighs through Paradox's helmet, that voiced belonged to SARA; Paradox's VI companion. "Aaaaaaaaaaand one just disappeared." Her voice naturally sarcastic was putting in overtime today. "Scanner lost one, no idea where they went." Her bored expression sits heavy in Paradox's ear. "Black Witch is subdued, lets get an easy bounty." She jokingly cheers on Andrew.
Andrew was all giddy on the inside, Black Witch has one of the highest bounties out there right now. Not only will he be set for life, but the fame of bringing her in will get hi anything and everything he wants. There she was all gifted wrapped and everything already for him, just got to make sure no one else takes the credit. Activating his jump jets Paradox comes crashing through the window landing a few feet behind the rock monster...he looked familiar, but Andrew couldn't place it. "Paradox is here, please no flash photography." His voice carries through the room coming from the speakers on his helmet.
He walks over, and taps the geomancer on the shoulder, "Relic? Right?" Finally putting a name to his face, "We've crossed paths before, and everyone knows who I am." He takes a breath with a smile on his face. "Voted rookie hero of the year last year, in 'Heroes today', you remember." He stands over Black Witch and picks her moving her away from whoever Relic was fighting. With the Witches stomach on the ground he removes her gag, and cuts the duct tape, only to cuff her wrist and ankles. "Don't try to struggle Mrs. Malojewski. The cuffs are designed to resist incredible amounts of strength," He pulls out a collar and clamps it around her neck. 'Let me know if that's too tight." He continues his tone switches to that of a concerned nurse making sure their patient was alright.
Hitting a switch the collar comes to life and begins to hum. "This collar should weaken the ADM and EVE in your body making it harder to use your powers, let me know if it works." He lifts her effortlessly over his shoulder and starts heading for his entry point. "It's worked surprisingly well on mice, I haven't tested it on humans yet so let me know if you feel any discomfort or any other negative side affects." He waves a salute to Relic who watched him the whole time, he may have been talking to Paradox, but he wasn't any concern so he didn't listen to the man. "Well I got to turn her in, you two have a nice night." He activates his jump jets and flies to the roof of the next building. After a few minutes of jumping from building to building Paradox stops when he feels comfortable he wasn't being followed. Sitting the witch up against a wall, he stares her in the face for a few silent seconds letting his foreign power get to work. A sad grimace falls on his face obstructed by his mask, "My condolences on your ADM caused cancer." He stands up looking around as if he's waiting. "This was the extraction zone they must be running late, oh well I'll just have to kill some time." He thinks to himself while a small boredom beings to build. "So....what were you trying to steal?" He asked awkwardly trying to start some sort of conversation.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Nov 9, 2017 7:02:05 GMT
After teleporting her objective away, the rest of the events were a blur. Being gagged and binded at one point, then ungagged and cuffed another. It felt like she was some package being exchanged over again and again which in all honesty, is not exactly comforting. Biding her time for enough energy to teleport herself away now becomes harder with the new collar. She was unsure why at first this armour clad newcomer tagged her with it, then the feeling of restriction was felt through body and mind. It blocked out her abilities... Well, suppressed them. If she tried hard enough, she could force a spell to work if it wasn't too strong. The man mentioned he only tested it on mice, slightly foolish to field test it on a more powerful Illegal, but beggars can't be choosers I suppose, she can relate to the lack of resources for testing. It blocks out her surface mind reading however, which is a relief in an odd way. It gets tiring to constantly hear the subconscious thoughts of everyone close by, since those kinds are rarely positive. So that's some good in a bad situation. The Bounty Hunter stares the Witch in the face, who stares right back. She sees her own face in the visor of the helmet and wonders what he was expecting to see in a terrorist's face. A monster? Psychopath? A calculated mastermind? Last time Maria checked, she is as sane as she was before the ADM and EVE affected her. It's like looking at a person you would cross paths with in the street and never both a second thought about them. Then something unexpected came from the man; sympathy. So he is powered to read a person's biology, or at least limited to other powereds. The cancer is inevitable and incurable, that is why there are none of the first powereds around anymore. Many people thought they disappeared into hiding or left the first chance they got... In reality, they're all dead from the same thing afflicting Maria. She survived this long thanks to the suppressants she created.
"Just something to fulfill a goal." She answers cryptically. She is not revealing her search for a cure. If the NSFW hear word of it, they will relentlessly hunt down those working towards it and speed up their process to mutate everyone. They aware and care not for the damage it will cause which will be nothing short of mass genocide. They are rich, why would they care? Wealth always corrupts. They are under a safety blanket of media and reputation, disguising themselves as the good guys in plain sight. How cliché...
The moment of silence after that answer is broken by a coughing fit by the Witch. Her suppressants are beginning to wear off, cancer fighting them off once more to continue its destruction. She brought another shot with a syringe gun, knowing that she would need it before returning back into hiding. The problem is, bound hands doesn't exactly make it very easy to retrieve it. The Hunter has been treating her with some form of respect, perhaps he will help? "A favour, if you wouldn't mind." She says between coughing. "My left leg... Is a holster with a syringe gun... Belt pocket on the right... A shot for it." Coughing makes it hard to speak clearly, but the point gets across hopefully as she outstretches her arms, indicating what she needs him to do. "If you would be so kind."
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Post by Deaths on Nov 10, 2017 8:13:28 GMT
Paradox sighs at the witches refusal to answer. "You know you're too old to play hard to get." He joked only to be interrupted by her coughing. It makes sense she isn't long for this world, all powereds will go the same way. Pretty much all of the first generation are gone, dying in custody or in some dark corner, but some how this one survives. After hearing her pleas Paradox shrugs his shoulders and sighs again. He walks towards her and wags his finger. "Fine but if you try to use your powers on me that collar is designed to shock you." That was a bluff he hasn't been able to install that yet in his new prototype. "The cuffs also." He adds that wasn't a bluff.
He pulls out the syringe gun and studies it for a moment, holding it up towards the sun looking at the liquid inside. "Fine if you want your secrets I'll have Sara tell me." He pauses for a moment with a light inhale he begins again. "Sara get me an inventory list of that warehouse and narrow it down until you figure out what our guest was stealing." To the right of his helmet information flies by as Sara begins pulling the data. "Medicine wasn't my preferred area of study so I apologize if I miss the mark." He injects her and pulls the trigger curious he studies the ADM and EVE in her bunny react to the shot.
"The compound acts similiary with my collar, in the sense it does suppress the subjects ADM and EVE levels. Though the difference is mine seems to affect the power causing side while hers targets the negatives." He thinks to himself as Sara pops up with the information he requested. "These supplies imply she was working on a improving her 'cure'. Perhaps she has a team someone to help I doubt her powers are like mine since she has her magic. I do wonder...." His mind continues to race as he contemplates how the suppressant works. On the outside his right hand begins to fidgit with the syringe gun, he spins it around with no rhyme or reason. It was a habit he had his whole life and only appeared when he was in deep thought. "Perhaps the collar could work in tandem with the compound eliminating both the positive and negative effects of ADM exposure. In any case I'll need a larger sample size."
The sound of a distant helicopter distracts him, he takes the syringe and places it in a container hanging from his belt. "I'm keeping this, I get the feeling they won't keep you long and it will be handy to have some DNA on file." He tells a half truth, there was some residue on the compound still in the syringe and he wanted to study it some more. The black helicopter comes into view it has two pilots and three armed guards, corporate goons and nothing more. "That's your ride, do be a good girl and not try to escape before I get paid" he speaks to her in a patronizing tone mocking the witch a little bit. He walks over to one of the soldiers who hands him a briefcase full of hundred dollar bills. Paradox squeals with delight, this time he mutes himself before hand he has a reputation after all. As the soldiers place the witch onto the whirly bird, Paradox is hit with a pang of guilt walks up to them and starts fiddling with the collar. "Sorry guys one second just want to make sure it's working, this should keep her shut down if it works correctly." He explains to the agitated guards. "Besides I need to download the data it's gathering for future versions."
He plugs a cord from his arm into the side of the collar and downloads the data, then he does the unthinkable and press a button shutting it down. "This is my one good deed of the decade." He thinks to himself rolling his eyes behind his mask. He gives a thumps up to the guard and the helicopter takes off whatever happens now is not his problem he got paid and it was time for a celebratory dinner. "Sara find me some place with chicken and waffles I want to spoil myself tonight." He says in a gleeful tone as he jump jets in the opposite direction of the helicopter.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Nov 10, 2017 12:23:11 GMT
The effects of the syringe are almost immediate. Her coughing gradually comes to a halt and the fatigue she felt before begins to lighten the pressure on her body. A sigh of content comes when the coughs end. "Thank you." She whispers in a tired manner. She could get some sleep after all of this. It also seems he wasn't kidding when he hadn't tested the collar much, because her telepathy breaks through it with ease as the young man begins to ponder about how the compound of the suppressants affect her system. My, he has a loud brain... Thinks so openly without regard. Then again, nobody is expecting a mind reader to be around every corner, are they? He's... Quite intelligent. How he acts on the outside makes him appear childish and as excitable as one, yet he has the thoughts and ponders of a potential genius. So the collar works as a suppressant on the actual genes of the ADM and EVE. His idea of combining both serum and collar is ambitious, but not impossible..
She chuckles at his growing thoughts. "Inquisitive, aren't you?" She murmurs, interrupting his thought wave. "I created the serum to act as a suppressant with the aid of others. Pacifying it for 72 hours. It's no cure... But it's a start." She seems so full of life now, instead of hacks of cough and looking on the verge of unconsciousness. The suppressants do more than just block out the disease, it recovers her energy again overtime. "And yes, it is inevitable. Eventually, the disease grows in all powereds." She states this with a grim smile, one which is apologetic that she had to be the one to deliver the news to the young man. "But you are a smart boy. Maybe there is more use for you than running around for bounties, filling your wallet and ego." The words are toned less as an insult and more like she can see him for who he is better than others.. Like she knew people like him in the past, a familiarity.
She also catches him in his half truth. Handy thing sometimes, telepathy. "I'm that's all you need it for.." After that, she refuses to speak anymore. The blades of a helicopter reach her ears in the distance. The pick up, she muses. Once it touches down and it's contents spill out, she immediately recognises these types of soldiers. NFSW's personal army, not the law enforcement. They are not looking to arrest her, they either want to contain and put her through tests or simple execution. The latter is where the Witch's bet lies, thanks to all the trouble she's caused for the company. She will find a way through it, perhaps she could overpower the collar by causing too much stress with her Hexes... As she's trying to come with a plan, the bounty hunter comes over to her again. He mentions something about downloading data from it. Perhaps this was a field test for it... Until he powers it down. She can tell, because her capabilities no longer feel restricted... She's no fool, he's letting her escape. A single thought crosses his mind, about doing a good deed for once... The kid's heart is in the right place, he is just on the wrong side... Her shoulder is touching his suit as he does this, enough contact to communicate through thought... "You could do much more good, should you choose to." She says in her mind, which carries over to his through their temporary link. Once the contact is broken as he pulls away, she makes a note to return the favour for helping in her escape as the chopper takes off.
They have been in the air for a few minutes now, the soldiers talking idly amongst themselves. One musing over the fact that Maria is THE Black Witch, the 'feared' and 'sadistic' terrorist that has terrorised the innocent. They are not at fault, their employers have fed them bullshit on a spoon. They are highly manipulative, it takes somebody who has experienced their true side to know their true face. She decides it's time leave before they are any closer to the place of execution but sparring the soldiers. "Verchwinden." That single, swift word settles this little problem of hers in milliseconds. One catches on quick what is happening, trying to lunge for the escaping Witch but grabs the collar instead, the woman has disappeared from her place and could be anywhere in the world now. The soldiers looks at the collar, realising what this means and utters one word in reaction...
"...Shit..."
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Post by Envy on Nov 10, 2017 14:27:08 GMT
Opening their eyes again, they look around to see they aren't in the warehouse anymore, but an alleyway. The sound of the city echoes everywhere, “Great witch-bitch teleported me, and now Thoma isn't here; But she was cute though.” Says Alexander as they sit down on a plastic crate and begin to grow skin of their inky flesh. With skin and hair growing in place, he began to ponder where he was, looking at the buildings around them red neon lights filled with Chinese language paint the ground below. Dancing around the front of some buildings are Hologram Dancers, probably modified from Naxtin Tech Holo-Display: The Luna Model to be specific, either way they do attract the kind of client-base they want. Worrying about Thoma begins to try and call him, but gets nothing he begins to paste around the alley. Great, I’ll just have to track him down, focusing on the little bit of ink left of inside of Thoma’s bunny, Alex could feel his heartbeat and blood rushing through his bunny; With Ink still inside of someone’s bunny I could feel what they were feeling in return, hell if I wanted to I could even heal someone with Ink. Alex begins to sigh in relief that Thoma is at least still alive he maybe a Russian-tankbut he is like a father-figure to them even though there last dad was psycho, then if someone even attempts to hurt them, I’ll guarantee them a slow death. Walking out if the alley, Alexander begins looking up and down the street they begin walking from the street to alleyway trying to make there way back to the warehouse.
A arrows lands in front and around of them, smoke begins to cover the area; quickly forming a gas mask around there face. Alex begins to move out of the smoke, when three more arrow land into there arms and left leg. The then begin to explode as ice starts to form around Alex’s arms and leg. “My, My, My you go out to hunt some hoodlums and you just so happen to catch a villain, why isn’t this a stroke of luck?” say Shale as he nocks a zip line arrow and aims at the wall. Sliding down the zipline with his bow he drops down in front of Alexander “So, what brings you here former lover of mine? It’s not like you to just come over to the red light district, especially without your boyfriend butler.” He says with a hint of envy on his voice; “Before you so rudely interrupted my evening stroll, I was out playing with Fool and a big bad witch teleported! Then I just so happened to ended up here and getting captured by a green arrow knock-off.” Says Alexander as they begin to worm their way out of the ice prison. They finally get out as he sets his feet on the ground, they begin to cover up their Inky flesh with skin, turn over towards Shale, Alex turns around “Like I said some schmuck, teleported me here and you just so happened to capture me; So, I must make haste if you’ll excuse me, I need to so I bid you adieu my love.” With that being said Inque shoots a web of ink and shoots it out towards a nearby building and continues off into the night. Shale looks back at them, regarding ever letting them slip through his fingers was the worst thing to happen to him and he wishes he could change the past maybe then they could have been together.
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Post by Envy on Nov 10, 2017 17:04:46 GMT
Thoma picks up a vibration from afar, whatever this thing is it’s alive and it has powers. Either way it’s observing him and not engaging, so either way he doesn’t need to fight. Thoma picking the container feels the container is a slight bit, lighter than it was before it was put down. Setting the container back down on the ground, he opens the container to see nothing. Apawed by this shocking revelation he thinks back to the women, and how she teleport Mistress Inque using sound vibrations he locates the women. Walking over to worker’s locker room, he grabs duct tape and a clean white tee shirt, rip the tee shirt he walks over towards the women picks her up and gagging her if she happens to wake up and decides to cast another spell.
Red and Blue lights dance around the ceiling of the warehouse, “Ahh, they finally decided to show up to the party seems like it’s time to make a scene.” Thoma says slinging the women over his shoulder. Arriving at the warehouse, the NTF/S surround the warehouse the men and women take up arms. Gellota walks out of one of the cruisers, her latex suit clings to her Gel body; “We have two confirmed criminals inside of warehouse, madam.” Says one of the officers on sight, then begins to bark orders to the others on the sight. “Much appreciated, Officer Schmucles.” Says Gellota as she spits into two clones and forms a sword, and starts moving towards the warehouse, when a boulder starts to penetrate from the earth and blocks of the entrances and Thoma’s escape route.
Falling down to the ground Thoma, feels vines wrap around his legs and begins to wrap around his legs and restricted his movement. Looking at the new figure that has emerged from the container that were hiding him, Thoma stays silent and begin to think about his powers he knows for sure this man can control the earth and the green around it, the thing begins to talk to him asking who he was and what he was doing here. Thoma tries not to laugh as this thing is trying to pry information from him, the rocks trying to form around his feet are merely shaken off by Thoma as he starts to flex breaking the vine off in the process. Moving around in the ground starts to break off his entanglement. He uses his arms to move the earth around him out of his way then, jumps out of the hole in the ground, “The one thing, I’ve learned in my lifetime boy is that you should always know what you’re opponent is capable of doing, as for me it seems you and Jon Snow know nothing.” Says Thoma as he walks over one of the metal containers and ripping it in half then takes the two metal pieces and forming them into gauntlets. “So, you want to learn more about me? Then, fight me and you learn!” Says Thoma jumping into the air, and then aiming himself at Relic.
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Post by Shift on Nov 10, 2017 21:49:11 GMT
Relic raises an eyebrow as a new figure appears in the warehouse. He recognizes the face as Paradox. They had run into each other before, more often than not as enemies. However this time it seems he has another target in mind, as he goes directly for the hooded woman and cuffs her. Whoever she is, she must have a big bounty on her head. Paradox was definitely an interesting guy. He was childish, but he was sure smart. Maybe if there wasn't the separate sides issue they could be friends. Relic sighed as he took off with the woman, but said nothing. He had tried as best he could to save her, and he was preoccupied with whoever the guy he was fighting with was. He could only hope that she's fine and was able to escape from the NFSW. She seemed strong, so she can probably manage.
Turning to his foe, he sees his foe on the ground. He raises an eyebrow as he begins to laugh, and proceeds to escape his imprisonment. "Of course this isn't going to be easy..." he sighs, getting ready for combat. The man begins to leap and aim for Relic, to which the response is a large slab of rock emerging rapidly from the floor, blocking his path. Vines lunge out from behind the man, wrapping themselves around his arms and legs and tightening, pulling him backwards.
Meanwhile, Relic kneeled down, holding his hand to the floor. Rock surged forth, covering him from head to toe in a menacing armor of earth and rock. Wisps of green sprang up from the ground, elongating themselves as they slither like snakes up his right arm. "You're strong, I'll give you that," he says calmly, standing up once again. The vines continue to pull him back, as new ones lash out at him. Relic walks forward, his rock armor clashing against the floor threateningly. "Is that enough, or shall we continue?" He asks the man, who was entangled and lashed out on by vines. He tilted his head questioningly, ready to react if need be. He looked to the side, where the NTF/S were trying to break in. He wondered if the boulder would hold up for long enough, especially if they had any heroes with them.
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