Master of Puppets, A Madman's RP (Closed, Started)

[staika]

Well it took me awhile but here is my character, I would have gotten it in sooner but I was a little busy this week.

Spoiler: Seth Barnett

Name: Seth Barnett

Age: 25

First gender: Male

First appearance: Seth stands at 6 foot even and weighs around 165 lbs. He has medium length straight brown hair and is cleanly shaven. He also has pale white skin since he is usually in a dark room for the vast majority of the day. When he was kidnapped he was wearing a black zip-up hoodie, a white t-shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers.

First personality: Seth is very much an introvert and is not good at dealing with people. He works as a contract programmer so he spends the majority of his time in his home where the only light is the glow off his monitors. He generally only communicates to his employers through email and doesn't like to engage in conversation with others. While he is not good at interacting with others he is always happy to help people with problems. He thinks that if he does that it gives him some worth as a human.

 

[Lambi]

It's Monday, so applications will now be closed. I'll be going over the sheets, and will announce who will be accepted into the RP in a while or so.

 

[Lambi]

Michael Walker - Dimension #3 - Exploding Snap

Allison Hardcastle - Dimension #5 - Water

Jack Fletcher - Dimension #1 - Self Detonation

Felicity Maynard - Dimension #4 - Fire

Nora Bethany - Dimension #3 - Bullet Time

Alex Broughton - Dimension #4 - Telekinesis

Luke Frost - Dimension #1 - Shadow Cloak

Tom Fergus - Dimension #2 - Ice

Adrian Lieber - Dimension #5 - Lightning

Seth Barnett - Dimension #2 - Teleportation

Congratulations, everyone that I've quoted made it in. As you can see, I've written down which dimension your characters are sharing it with and what power your characters got. I'll be posting the OP as soon as I've written it up, which I hope will be shortly.

To those who didn't make it in, thank you for at least showing interest in the RP.

 

[Lambi]

It had been a success for the mad scientist. Kidnapping those ten people, knocking them out before sticking the needle of the syringes into them and injecting them with the special drug. Then throwing them two and two together in each of five dimensions before locking them up with no way to escape from the inside. Just some nobodies he and his assistants found, perfect test subjects. It didn't matter to him anyway what lives they'd lived, now they were to be his playthings.

He had five large monitors to be able to watch over each of the dimensions and a microphone that could be directed either at all dimensions at once, only some specific ones or just one at a time. Though he would probably only find use for that first one. All of the dimensions were fairly big in size, around the size of a decently sized football field. And all of them had a specific weapon for the test subjects to use, as well as all looking different apart from size.

Dimension 1 had a kind of modern day look to it like it would have done in the early 2000's, with houses and blocks that were empty and streets that lead to nowhere as the dimension didn't allow for anything further than that. The weapon in that dimension was a shotgun for each person and enough ammo for both.

Dimension 2 was a more desert looking area, with some sandbags for cover, but nothing much else. Each person there had been given a submachine gun for use and like the first dimension, enough ammo for both.

Dimension 3 was a snowy looking place, like they were in the mountains, with uneven places for cover and occasion spot with frozen water on the ground. Each person had been given a metal baseball bat to use.

Dimension 4 was like a jungle, with many trees covering it and swamp-like ground in occasional spots of it. Each person here had been given a revolver to use and again, enough ammo for both.

Dimension 5 had a more futuristic look to what the first dimension had, which was the more modern look for what time it was now. Each person there had been given a pistol to use and enough ammo for both.

All was going according to plan. Right now, all of the test subjects were knocked out and would awake soon, each person close to the one they shared a dimension with. Their powers wouldn't be active just yet after they'd wake up, and they wouldn't have any idea of what powers they'd gotten nor their newfound ability to respawn. Once they would all awaken, he would address them and inform them of the rules of this game he had made. He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the show they'd give him.

 

[Pm0n3y]

It was quiet in the vacant building Adrian Lieber slept in. Deafeningly silent. No sort of ambiance to wake up to. No sound of bustling cars or conversing pedestrians or chirping birds or whistling winds. Nothing of the sort. Despite the eerie lack of natural noises, Adrian eventually regained consciousness. He gradually awoke on the creaking floor of a one room, white-walled, studio apartment. No furniture, doors, or windows to speak of.

The unfamiliar surroundings immediately sunk in, causing him to shoot to his feet, or at least try. The sudden shift made his head spin and caused him stumble back to the ground, his hands emptying in the process. Their contents clattered hard against the hardwood.

"W..what? What...what is this?" He groaned through words as he attempted getting up again, slower this time. A million questions rushed into his head. "Where am I? What time is it?" He patted himself down for his phone, and dug through his pockets. "Empty? Fuck...someone stole my phone and wallet..." He glanced at his digital watch, only to see a blank, numberless face. "...Is this a dream? What's going on?...Why me?"

His hands combed through his hair as he looked around. He spotted a windowless window, the only thing offering a source of light. He stammered out some words as he looked outside. "I-I-i'm...I..." Where ever he was, he knew he wasn't in Maryland. Or in the present, for that matter. "I'm dreaming. I just have to be dreaming." He backed away from the window. "...Right? This is a dream?"

"Maybe I should call for help..." "No, I can't do that, my phone's gone. Maybe I could find a payphone? Then could someone help me...?" "...Can I wake up?" "Is this really a dream...?" He murmured to the air as his eyes raced around the room. Something rolling around his feet halted his feverish whispering. A few handfuls of loose bullets were scattered around his sneakers, and so was a Glock. Instinctively, He knelt and collected the weapon and its ammo.

He then turned towards the sole threshold, the one that led out of the room. "Maybe I can find help..." He mumbled as he exited the apartment. The hallway the door-less entrance lead to was equally as bare, and contained a staircase that led down to another opening, and said opening led out into the street.

 

[Yumi_and_Erea]

[sub][sub]Thud...[/sub][/sub]
[sub]Thud...[/sub]
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 first time.

"Nnnngggguuuuuuuuurngh." she groaned, raising herself to her knees and massaging her throbbin' noggin. As the fog cleared from her eyes and her brain, she began to take in her surroundings, starting with the rather imposing handgun lying in front of her. That... had not been there before.

Gently, hesitantly, she picked it up from the small pile of spare clips lying underneath. It was heavy, properly heavy, and in some small part of her brain Allison Hardcastle understood for the first time the unpleasant idea of pistol-whipping.

The gun, however, was only part of a bigger question: just what in the hell had happened to her last night?

A bunch of half-formed ideas and theories swirled through her head (including kidnapping, psychotic breakdown, and alien abduction) but as she slowly rose to her feet she saw the large hole in the wall through which shone the bright, piercing light that had so offended her eyes when she woke up. Looking outside, she saw a sprawling cityscape... completely devoid of people. No cars, no pedestrians, no nothing. Not only that, but at a glance Allison could tell this was not her hometown: the skyline seemed unfamiliar, and was missing her usual landmarks for getting around town. Neither the old church clock tower -it's bronze bells turned green with age- nor the old water tower on Stone Street were to be found.

It began to dawn on Allison that at some point in the last 24 hours, something had gone very, very wrong.

As uncomfortable as she was with the idea of carrying around a gun, she was even less comfortable leaving it there, to be found by whoever had thought it was a good idea to leave it with her in the first place. She managed to squeeze the gun into one of the pockets on her hoodie, and the three spare clips into the other. They were bulky and frayed the seams of the pockets a bit, but at least the pockets could still be zipped shut.

Lacking a phone or any other means of communication, Allison swallowed hard and opened the door, stepping out onto the third-floor walkway.

 

[roushutsu]

A gentle breeze blew past Felicity Maynard as she laid in the dirt. It wasn't the breeze that roused her from her slumber, but a rich, strong and earthy smell that it carried. Ah...the compost is finally ready. She sat up and stretched, but then froze when her vision became clear.

This wasn't her home. Instead of her various gardens she had built and mothered for years, she was surrounded by large exotic trees and a variety of flora she had never seen before. Nearby was a lengthy stretch of water, no doubt where the aroma came from. A light mist engulfed the area, the sunlight hitting it making everything appear hazy around her. "Is this some kind of dream?" she muttered to herself.

When she rose to her feet, something clinked against her sandals. Looking down, she jumped when she realized she just about stepped onto a revolver. She didn't own a gun, so where did this come from? And next to it was a pouch. Felicity reached down and gingerly held it in her palm as she opened it--inside were bullets.

None of this made any sense. The last thing she remembered was resting from preparing her gardens for the next season's harvest. How did she go from sleeping on farmland to waking up in a jungle swamp? If she was kidnapped, surely she would have been able to recall such an incident, but she couldn't.

"Um...hello? Is anyone here?" she called out. The sounds of the jungle were her only reply. "I don't where I am and I need help!" Again, the same sounds were her only reward. She glanced back to the weapon at her feet. If I really am all alone in a jungle, then I guess I have no choice. Better safe than sorry, she thought as she gingerly picked up the revolver. Gripping the hem of her dress, she slowly stepped through the foliage, trying her best to avoid any swampy mud.

 

[King Kazma]

Slowly Tom roused to consciousness. His head rested on his arm keeping it from the sand. He swathed his fingers about the grit. It felt like sawdust, why was he in a pile of sawdust. His head hurt, thinking he may have hit his head and knocked himself out on to a pile on the shop floor. Or maybe it was an exhaust leak than knocked him down, he couldn't remember. Tom opened his eyes to blearily view the expanse of sand.

Several minutes of near throwing up and panicking while on all fours he brought himself together. Drying the tears away from under his sunglasses. "Fuck me, whats going on". Tom braved to look up again, than a full three-hundred and sixty degree view around. Desert, sandbags, scrubby bits of shrub and a machine gun? "I must be dreaming of Call of Duty: Final Wars 5. I play that game to much. Walk up"! Tom slapped himself. Desired affect was not achieved. This had to be, gods it must. Tom keeled over on to his ass.

Several more minutes of panicking ensued, he was in the desert and was by all accounts a buzzard meal. Still frazzled but thinking coherently again he looked back at the submachine gun. "This, this wouldn't just be here. Someone...". Tom picked up the weapon. Least that time sink of a game taught him how to half ass use something like this. He pulled the bolt back to bring a bullet to the ready and put it to single fire action. He looked about yet again for any one looking to kill him, only reason he needed a gun was if he needed to defend himself. No one was in view. Tom picked up two extra magazines that were on the ground, bit of sand in them. He knocked em on his pants and stuffed them away. The guns sling was tossed over a shoulder. Man what kind of messed up shit was he in?

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Nora felt something cold against her cheek, tried to brush it off, only to feel how cold her hand was. She opened an eye, and saw nothing but white in front of her. It had to be a dream, so she closed her eye again and laid still for a minute or two, praying that she would fall asleep and wake up on a yacht in the mediterranean. It didn't happen though.

She sat up instead, and felt a mixture of defeat and nausea when she saw the orange colour of her jumpsuit. One little fucking misstep. Next thing you know, you're scrubbing toilets and not sunbathing next to a pool in Greece. I should have been more careful, planned for longer, acted more like a grieving lover. Anything to fool them. Anything.

On the upside, she'd escaped. She'd managed to do that, only to end up in god know where. It had to be a mistake. Nora wanted to shout at whoever had brought her there, force them to right their wrong, or show them what would happen if they didn't. But, there was no one around, no one to shout at, or to use to get her out of the snowy landscape.

There was a baseball bat next to her in the snow. So very useful it would be! They could have given her some kind of survival gear, or an actual gun if they wanted her to kill herself. A baseball bat was just, ugh.

Nora got up on her feet, after deciding that staying in the snow would solve nothing, a searing pain went through her leg. Fucking wire fence. Her height had aided in her escape, but she wasn't used to climbing fences either way, an accident was bound to happen.

She picked up the baseball bat, then went on her merry way, while doing her best to ignore the pain. "Ice queen, stumbling through a winter wonderland." Nora mumbled to herself, swung the bat towards a pile of snow, but slipped on some ice, and fell backwards. She stared at the sky. Is this karma? Is this what I get for killing an old hag!? I don't regret it. I regret getting caught!

After contemplating her bad luck for a while, she got her act together and got back up for a second time, but was more careful of where she put her feet.

 

[staika]

Seth slowly regained consciousness, the grainy sand and the blinding sun was irritating his skin. Opening his eyes he looked out to see that he was surrounded by sand. The room he was so accustomed to was gone and was replaced by what looked like a desert. The shock of this sight woke him up rather quickly, forcing his body to move he sat up and looked around. All he saw was sand and a few sandbags, nothing resembling the area which he lived in.

"Wha....Where am I? There aren't any deserts close by." Seth said softly to himself. Seth started to stand up when he heard something fall to the sand near him. Looking over he saw a gun of some kind along with a few extra clips.

"A......Gun? Why was there a gun on me?" Seth questioned in bewilderment. His mind was racing trying to piece together what was going on. Here he was far from home in a desert in a hoodie no less, and there was a gun placed where he was bound to find it. Who or whatever it was that brought him here wanted him to find that gun, but for what reason was still a mystery.

Seth's mind combated itself on whether or not to take the gun. All the while he was sweating away half of the fluids in his body, the hoodie he was wearing was too heavy for the conditions he was in. Taking off his hoodie he tied it around his waist as he turned to the gun one final time.

"I don't know who placed this gun here but it's obvious that they want me to take it. I'll play along for now and see where it takes me." Seth thought to himself after calming down as best he could. Walking over to the gun he knelt down and took the metallic object and it's spare clips. The metal was hot from the sun shining down to it, a sharp burning pain coursed through his hands as he held it. Luckily it had a sling attached to it and he slung the gun around his shoulder to get away from holding it any longer.

Seth looked at the extra clips that were near his body when he woke up. While he knew nothing about guns he concluded that they were indeed real bullets. His heart sank a little at this knowledge, he was nervous as to what was going to happen in the future. Placing the clips in his pocket he looked around for any buildings or people that he could head for.

 

[VonKlaw]

Michael awoke with a start. It was cold, too damn cold and snow was everywhere.

"What the..."

He sat up and looked around, or at least tried to...but he could barely see twenty feet infront of him through the snow.

"I must have drunk more than I thought last night..."

Getting up, he noticed something poking out of the snow. Digging it out, he noticed it was incredibly cold to the touch.

"The fuck. What the hell would I need this for?"

His anger began to rise. He heard stories of millionaires who'd kidnap people and then ditch them somewhere before hunting them down. Well he didn't feel like playing.

"Come on then, m***** f*****! I'm standing right here!"

 

[blaze96]

Jack woke up on a relatively soft bed, though his head was pounding and he most certainly did not recognize the room. He got up and walked over to a window.

"This sure as hell ain't Sacramento. So where in the world exactly am I? And why in god's name does my head hurt so much?" It was incredibly odd to see literally nobody in a place that obviously had all the major building blocks of civilization. He turned and say the shotgun.

'Ok what the fuck?' He though as he cautiously grabbed the weapon as if it would go off as soon as he touched the thing and began the short walk to the outside world, which felt like it took forever.

"Hello? Anyone out there?!" He shouted as he stepped outside. Which the instant he said it seemed like a really dumb idea but he didn't honestly know what else to do.

 

[Ruedyn]

Luke slowly opened an eye, and looked around. Concrete, heated by the sun. His head was throbbing as he picked himself up, getting a better look at his surroundings. Suburbia, complete with houses, a few cars littering the streets. Not his neighborhood, so whatever. Probably got drunk or something, though he didn't remember anything from the day before. Luke got to his feet, rubbing his head and trying to remember, when his eyes stopped on a certain object...

"Is that... a shotgun?" Leaning against a car, just... sitting there. Nobody around to use it, either. Nobody around at all in fact, just streets and Luke it seemed. Maybe in the houses? Behind a car and he was being an idiot? He sighed, shambling off, wiping his face. Then he noticed, he was still wearing his glove... He almost instantly sobered up, looking around. A mystery gun, no people, was he fucking kidnapped? How many organs did he have? Did he have something in his blood, a bomb in him? He forgot about the shotgun as he began searching around, seeing if ANYONE else was around.

"Hello? Anyone out there?!"

"Fuck, what do I say... POLO?!" Luke stood on the hood of a car, waving his arms at the window he thought he heard him from.

 

[King Kazma]

Well whatever nonsensical nonsense he'd been tossed in to, he wasn't gona stand around and wait for it. Tom headed off adjacent to the sun. Figuring he'd be going north or south. Tom got about a step in his designated but guessed direction when lo and behold there was another person maybe fifty or so yards away standing there. Was this guy the one that put him out here. Did he have some crazed plan to fight him to the death? Why else would he have a gun given to him.

Tom dashed over to a line of sandbags and took cover. He laid his gun up and popped his head above the bags. "Hey you! Friend or foe?"

 

[NeoAC]

Ugh.....what is that smell? Is that dirt? Did Ndikwe pancake me again? Son of a *****, he's going pro for sure. Ah...wait, this isn't turf. What?

As the large man slowly stirred from the floor of the jungle, his senses were trying to tell him that this was not a practice field in West Virginia but something far from familiar. There were other smells of fauna that weren't allowed to permeate the gridiron. Fancy smells almost like a feral perfume. A quick pushup got him back to his hands and knees and allowed him to open his eyes, confirming that wherever he was, it was far away from Huntington.

What the hell happened? Where am I? Instead of pine trees and brush, there was nothing but palm fronds and possibly poisonous plants. What did I do last night? His head hurt, as if to give him a sign. I was at the bar right? With the boys from the 2nd line. Someone slip me something? Or did I drink Sambucca again? Alex looked around the area, spotting something shiny on the ground to his side. ...Is that a gun? Did I get a gun? How drunk did I get?

The surroundings still unsettling, Alex grabbed the gun and the pouch next to it. A couple of hefts confirmed more ammo was inside. He moved to his feet and brushed himself off, missing one item of clothing. My hat! Where's my dang hat! After confirming that his proud deep green hat with the thundering buffalo was not on it's proper perch, he scoured the nearby clearing for a moment before finding it under a nearby fern. Brushing off the bit of dirt that threatened to taint the verdant material, he slid the hat back on his head. "There. Much better."

[sub]...hello?......here?[/sub] What the hell? [sub]...where.......need help![/sub] Someone else is out here? Speaking English!

"HEY!" Alex shouted into the trees. "Is someone out there?" He started towards where he thought he heard the noise but the sudden rustling in the unknown thicket caught him off guard. He quickly brought up the gun and fired it into the forest, unprepared for the recoil of the move catching him in the face. "Ow! Damn stupid gun!"

 

[blaze96]

Jack walked in the direction of the noise, holding the shotgun limply at his side while his other hand held his pounding head.

"You got any idea where the hell we are and what we are doing here? Also who the hell are you?" He shouted as he continued to move in the direction.

"And why the fuck does my head hurt so much?" He shouted more to himself than to the other.

 

[Lambi]

Everyone was now awake. Excellent, most excellent. And in two of the dimensions, the two people in them had already met, with differing results. Good, good. This was already going well. Now it was time to enact phase 2. He pressed the button for directing the mic to all five dimensions. None of them could see where it came from, nor could they see the scientist.

"Greetings, my dear test subjects. Welcome! To my little game of death and rebirth! You've all been selected to participate, and I am pleased to see so many of you eager to play. You've all been injected with a drug that makes you unable to die, in a sense. Oh, you're able to die, and it will be painful depending on your death, but after a moment or so, you're brought back to life. Isn't that wonderful! No death, ever again! But!" He paused for a moment. "But! There is a catch. Something about you will change. You can't do anything about it. You can't choose what will change. It will change, and depending on the change, you can notice it or it will all just feel natural to you, like that was the truth all along." He gave off a mad laughter.

"The drug has also given each and every one of you a random power! Isn't that just amazing! You don't know what it is, but you're going to find out very soon. In fact, I'd wager anything that it'll happen in a second or two." Another laughter came from him before he continued again. "Now! The game rules! Kill each other! You've all been placed two and two together in a pocket dimension! With no way out for any of you, you will play! Or I will have to resort to drastic measures."

He pushed a few buttons, and in each dimension appeared a couple of killer robots about the same size as an average person near for everyone to see in their respective dimensions. "I just need to activate one button, and these robots will kill you over and over again. It is going to be painful, and I will not stop until you play my game." He pressed a few buttons again and the robots disappeared. "Enjoy." He laughed one last time before he turned the mic off and proceeded to watch as everyone's powers would now activate, whether they would like it or not. The best way to describe the activation would be explosive, as they would basically overdose on the powers, having no control over them for a good minute or two. He'd forgotten to mention this, but all of their clothes had been reinforced with a chemical that would make them both indestructible so as they wouldn't end up naked after each respawn or due to any of the powers, and so that if their body called for it, the clothes would fit instead of being too tight or too big.

 

[staika]

"Hey you! Friend or foe?"

Seth stopped in his tracks at this question from a voice he did not recognize. Looking over to the source of the voice he saw someone behind the sandbags pointing a gun at him. His heart skipped a beat once he saw the gun, he had never had one pointed at him before. The thought of someone being able to end his life with the simple pull of the finger was frightening.

"I'm.....a friend I guess." Seth said without any confidence. In truth he didn't know if this person was friend or foe. He really didn't have any enemies and there really wasn't a reason that he could think of that would get him enemies. He really didn't want to fight this person, especially when he was at a tactical disadvantage such as the one he was in. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by an announcement of some kind.

[hr]
"Kill.....each other?" Seth repeated in bewilderment. This was a lot to take in, if any of it were true at least. He said that we wouldn't be able to die but now he must kill the other person. Whatever was going on he did not want to test the theory of not being able to die. The thought of something about him changing was not an endearing thought.

But what of the powers that he mentioned, what exactly did he mean by that. Suddenly he remembered that he was still a sitting duck while the person behind the sandbags had a clear line of sight on him. He knew he had to get behind some cover or he'd die for sure depending on how the other person took it.

Just then an intense pain hit his head, so intense that it made it hard to move. Suddenly he felt a strange sensation and before he even knew what happened he was somewhere else in the desert. He looked on in shock at what had just happened, he had no time to think before it happened again. The pace of the teleportations started to pick up at a high speed to the point where he'd make it to a point and then teleport the next second.

The constant change of location started to disorient him and when he finally stopped he fell to his knees. He was breathing heavily, whatever happened had taken a lot out of him. He took a minute to regain his composure and once the disorientation went away he stood up. Looking around he noticed that he wasn't where he woke up a few minutes earlier, but at least he was away from the person with a gun.

"did I just......teleport?" seth asked himself quietly. The announcement earlier came to mind, while he didn't want to believe it it seems that the announcer was right. It seems that his power was the ability to teleport, but how to control it was still beyond him. If the part about the powers was true then the part about not being able to truly die should be true as well. Even with this knowledge he didn't want to test it out.

But that brought his thoughts back to the game they were playing. Kill or be killed, refusal would mean robots would kill both of them multiple times. While the thought of killing someone appalled him, he was going to have to do it.

"It's not killing if they can't really die, right?" seth lied to himself. No matter what he told himself to justify it he was going to have to fight and kill. He grabbed the gun and pulled back the bolt, he noticed that the gun was loaded so he put the bolt back where it was. With this he now had something that could kill, but would he able to pull the trigger when it mattered?

Looking around he saw a group of sandbags a short distance away. He decided to take up a defensive position and let the other person come to him. If he had a power then the other person would have a power as well, but he still did not know what that one would be. His teleportation would come in handy if he had to retreat at a moments notice, or to close the gap between him and his target.

Making it to the sandbags seth sat down with his back resting on them. His heart was beating hard and would not calm down no matter what he did. The only thing he could do now was wait, charging head on was suicide without knowing what the others power is or knowing fully how to control his own.

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

"Immortality. That's off the A-list." Nora said, still in disbelief of what she had seen and heard. "What's the random power? Timetravel, mindreading or invisibility? I am already irresistible."

She wondered if any of the others had killed before. It could be an advantage to her if they hadn't, but who would allow normal innocent people to just disappear? They'd be looking for those, if they had been kidnapped. It would be smarter to go for people like herself; convicts, and lowlives. Nobody would miss them. Other than the department of corrections. She'd be better off assuming they were all ready to kill, even the average person would do it if they had too. The only difference was that they'd feel guilty afterwards.

The beat of her heart slowed down suddenly, and she feared it would stop. It was uncomfortable, and unnerving. Everything stopped. The snow that winds tore up remained in the air. Nora dropped her baseball bat, and saw it stick in the air in the same place.

I can stop time? Sweet, I've no need to worry about anyone now. She sniggered, but then the snow and the baseball fell faster.

Though she was still moving at a higher speed than them. Nora could at least slow the speed of objects, while not as useful as stopping time, she'd be able to dodge most attacks. She was thrown forwards, but this time she didn't fall flat on her ass. She was suspended in the air, slowly moving towards the ground. Nora caught the bat on her way around, but her feet didn't reach the ground and she went in a second circle.

It felt like flying, but without any assistance from technology. Her heart sped up again, and it was difficult for her to steady herself in midair, which resulted in her landing on her back in the snow. Cool She thought to herself.

Now she needed to find the other person who was imprisoned in the winter wonderland with her. Although, she'd reach out to them for help, maybe see how easily she could sway them to her side. A helpless maiden in distress.

 

[Pm0n3y]

Already on edge, the disembodied voice that filled the empty air did little to spook Adrian. Rather, it was what the voice said that stopped him in his tracks. He lowered himself to the sidewalk, clutching at his head as the voice rambled on about powers and not being able to die. He really wanted to dismiss this all as a dream, but the sinking feeling he felt was all too real. "What did I get myself into? How did I caught up in all this? Why me?!" His gaze went blank as he bought he knees up to his chest.

There was no need to call for help now, he was in a situation where he knew none would come. "Maybe I could find a way out? I have to." He looked skyward, towards the drab, grey-white sky. Someone was watching, right? How much could they see? How much could they hear? Adrian rose to his feet, and started down the street. "There's gotta be something, somewhere. In another one of these brownstones, maybe. Or in an alley cellar. A switch, a-a plug, a failsafe, anything." He thought frantically as he repeatedly scanned his surroundings. "They said there should be someone else in here. If I find them, maybe they could help." He had no real intentions on fighting, not when there were more pressing matters at hand.