Recent content by Yumi_and_Erea

Almost done with sheet. Will post in a few minutes.

She stood in the doorway when it happened. She saw Adrian, the nice if slightly unkept man with his awful, singed hair, get blown apart. Blown apart. His red, soggy globules of flesh landing with an unceremonious wet thud. Daylight shining through the large, unsightly holes in his person. The...

"Never know when that might come in handy." It was phrase that in Allison's mind belonged to utility-knives, rolls of duct tape, and items given by old men who insist it's dangerous to go alone. It seemed horribly inappropriate to something as efficiently lethal as a handgun. Nevertheless...

"I didn't get the best of looks at it, sorry to say." said Allison. "Though judging by the rather generous scorch-marks on the ceiling," she continued, indicating the black and smoky plaster above them, "And your Sonic The Hedgehog hairdo," she continued, nodding at Adrian's frizzled and spiky...

"Yeah... I'm not too sure about this meself." sighed Allison, looking at her own dripping arm and flexing a few fluid fingers. She looked back at Adrian, then at her gun. After another long sigh, she heaved her heavy, soggy self over the counter. Along the way she experimentally brushed her...

Allison had been too freaked out by her new liquid self to hear the door open, but it was kinda hard to miss the friggin' lightning bolt shooting across the lobby, or the pained cries that accompanied it. She yelped as the fluorescent lighting popped overhead and rained down splinters of glass...

It was a small apartment building, maybe 4 floors -if that- and yet there was no-one to be seen throughout the corridors. "Hello?" Allison called, "Anybody here? Hellooooooo?" And then she heard the scientist. He was cackling with so much glee it bordered on sheer camp, but it did not detract...

Thud... Thud... Thud... THUD! This was roughly the soundtrack in Allison's head as she woke up, pounding away at her cranium like a porno with the volume turned up. She opened her eyes, regretted that, closed them, then tried again. She regretted that too: just a little less than the...

And now, in what is totally just a fun exercise in nerdiness and not at all an overly elaborate bump for the thread, here's a list of Marvel and DC heroes and villains, matched up to our powers in the RP. Fire: The Human Torch (Marvel) - Firestorm (DC). Ice: Iceman (Marvel) - Killer Frost...

Let's see if I still know this song and dance.

Mara had instinctively ducked under Hektorr's fist when he swung it, getting out of the way just in time. She watched the subsequent brief argument with mild disinterest, generally more focused on emptying the can of protein than breaking up the fight. She was about to turn around and throw away...

A composite bow. 2 crossbows. 3 handguns. A sawed-off shotgun. A rifle. Ammo for all of those. Multiple darts and bombs. Even leaving aside the ridiculousness of seeing that in writing, or the mini-mall worth of ammo he must carry around, a human being just straight up cannot carry that...

I'll put up a sheet sometime tomorrow-ish. You already know what I'm making.

"I did actually know pilots like that, back in the day. Makes you wonder how in the hell they ever-" Mara stopped herself before she spilled a few too many beans. She hadn't ever talked with the rest of the crew about her past work with the Republic, least of all with the captain. Instead she...