Actually, i did post a char sheet i think. Anyway, the insult wasn't young, it was little.
Damien was speared, yet no blood was coming out. He was reeled in by Dark Mist. When they were looking face to face, Damien grinned, a grin so evil and predatory that even Dark Mist would be taken aback. The fake cotinued grinning. "Welcome to the jungle, baby." He then exploded, sending shrapnel like pockets of warped gravity at point blank range towards Dark Mist. In his real hiding place, the true Damien smiled. "So close. just 2 more minutes to go."
For those of you wondering what the hell just happened, Damien made a grav- clone shaped exactly like him, with the same power signature. When DM speared him, there was no blood because it was not the real Damien. Damien then "exploded" the fake, shooting pockets of warped gravity that will really ruin DM's day at point blank range.
I think everyone is short to the thing who can change their height at will.
[sup]Strange that we can very civil discussions when are characters are ripping each other apart.[/sup]
Dark Mist stood still, the entire top half of the body was destroyed, blown apart into small pieces and scattered across the forest. The legs remained standing, the heavy smoke rising from the center towards the sky. The rising smoke warped, rapidly convulsing into strands of shadowy flesh. The stands twisted and turned, wrapping around each other forming make shift limbs. The smoke hardened where the chest used to be, recreating a torso to some extent. The monstrous eye bulged from the center, pulsating brightly. A set of fanged teeth grew from the midsection, creating a mouth that led directly to the stomach.
Suddenly, tendrils of gravity rose from the ground in a whiplike fashion, ensnaring Dark Mist, not hurting him, but making sure he could not escape. Damien started talking. It echoed throughout the forest, sounding as if nature itself was talking. "No, I suppose tricks don't normally work on you. However, stalling you until the real guns come in is pretty damn effective." Making the most of his power, he made all the trees that were coming in from the east fall down at the exact same time. The trees fell, revealing the new sunrise that had all its light focused down on Dark Mist. "Au Revoir, fucker!" Damien called out.
I remember you saying in an OOC bubble that you were sure that it was nighttime, since if it was day, Dark Mist would be burning. Well, Damien was stalling you until the sun rose. Charlie might own the night, but Damien owns the day! Blinded by the light...
I clearly recall the sun setting while DM was chasing after you guys, that and doesn't the GM (3W) have control over the time. Seems to be a little bit of trench coating if someone can just go pulling a time shift.
Dark Mist grinned as the light shined upon its body, quickly searing away the smoke. As the mist began to evaporate a hideous grin appeared on its face, smirking even though it was about to die.
"I'm afraid trapping me won't work as well as it did on Ray."
Dark Mist's reaming arm shot downward as it spiraled, quickly tearing apart the ground as would a drill. The mist continued downward into the ground, the cool surrounding dirt encasing it. It dragged Alexanders head with it, saving the snack for later. It projected a thought into Damien's mind, crude but it delivered the message well enough. "I'm off to the light bender!"
terrible continued his pursuit the morning sun coming up behind him as he elevated his pace to a sprint soon coming across the first sign of civilization he`d seen all day, a road cutting through the Forrest.
"let the plague of civilization be a brief one this is actually amusing roaming about in the wilderness" terrible smiled as he crossed the road and into the fields.
"A SEA OF FLAME SHALL BE YOUR GRAVE" terrible shouted setting the field ablaze the wheat and corn soon becoming engulfed in flame creating what looked like a never-ending stretch of fire.
Damien held his hand to his side. It came back with blood on his fingers. "Damn, that last his must have gotten me somehow. Damien took off his shirt and ripped it in half, stuffing it into the gash and tying it together, stopping the bloodflow. He sat down for a minute, concentrating. He located the stone he had tossed to the original group. He started to go towards them, then stopped. "What if Dark Mist is tracking me to get to the group?" He throught. He tied some of the stones that copied his energy signature to some squirrels and badgers. "Sorry about this, but i can't screw up. not now." Damien said. He watched as the creatures ran away. Damien hurried back towards the city, towards the flames. He created a sheild around himself. It was still hot as hell, but it kept him safe. After backtracking and making his path look like the afterthought of a drunk man with a concussion, Damien headed back towards the group at a relatively slow speed, his wound somewhat slowing him down. He would reach the group soon though.
"As though anything could go right for once..." She looked back, the insane laughter behind them and the dense wild grasslands reaching out in front, their hope was out there and now Terrible was going to be following. Which meant Ray was going to be close by as well, unless Alex had stopped him.
But who would stop Terrible? He would just keep following, snapping at their heels at every opportunity.
And then she stopped running. For what seemed like no discernible reason, she stopped in the middle of the field. But she had understood it after all this time. He was after her, not them. They didn't matter to him. His entire reason for being was to murder her and have revenge for the events two years hence. They were a distraction to him.
She looked out to the horizon and the three supers who she now laid her hopes on, and she knew she had done everything she could for them. She'd helped them escape, now her last chance to help them showed itself. She could help them again.
terrible continued walking forward laughing as he continued lighting all around him ablaze as he heard a all too familiar shout in the distance.
"terrible" the voice shouted carrying through the air.
"oh you have got to be kidding me.... I thought I`d be following someone else besides you...guess I just can`t meet new people" terrible sighed as he started sprinting forward soon seeing Cathy in the distance.
"well good morning Cathy how has your day been" terrible said a evil grin spread across his face.
"Same old, same old. Near death experiences here and there," she paused, deep in thought, "To be honest, I've had better days. How has your path of destruction been?"
"simply great..you ever noticed how nicely the flames rising from the trees reflects nicely with the sunrise" terrible sighed looking back at the Forrest fire behind him.
"you know if I was a painter I`d put that to canvas but I like to express my creativity in different ways" terrible smiles turning back to Cathy.
"so what brings you out to this place, looking to create yourself a campsite and just sit out here until the end, or do you have bigger plans...well may I suggest letting them go cause if this thing is world-wide there is no where to run"
"I have plans Terrible. They include you actually." She flicked both wrists outwards, her favourite weapons (with a few added extras she cooked up on the spot) emerging for what could be one last show, and loaded explosive magazines.
terrible simply rolled his eyes and did`nt make a move "so we`re gonna fall back into the same old routine, you fire stuff at me I dodge and fire stuff back and we go back and forth all the while spitting out justifications for our crimes against humanity until one of us gives up and goes home or someone intervenes, it just does`nt seem that interesting anymore so I`m gonna have to pass" terrible then started walking towards Cathy before simply walking past her still in pursuit of the others.
"later Cathy hope you find someone else to bore to death" terrible said waving over his shoulder not really paying her much attention.
...That definitely wasn't the response she had been looking for. Or even expecting, in fact. Terrible, the bloodthirsty revenge-driven maniac that had spent years following her to this city just to shoot her, was now ignoring her. What she had wanted for ages was now being granted to her, but it was the entirely wrong time. How could he just walk away like that?
She started running after him, slowly at first.
She'd given up her life to work as a superhero for the citizens of this city, and now that she demands this murdering bastard's life for her efforts, or at least an escape through death, nothing. Zip, nadda, not so much as a "How do you do?" He just fucking walks off! He turns his back on what he's been doing for the last 2 years because 'he doesn't feel like it'? What if he knew how many times she didn't feel like being a superhero or how many times she wanted to wake up regular, without any guilt or pressure?
She sped up, the guns disappeared from her hands, her focus entirely on the man... The one she had hated for so long that it had almost drifted to a quiet and dull thud in the forefront of her mind.
No. He doesn't get off like that. He just doesn't. This isn't some game where you can save and quit at any time. He had murdered indiscriminately. All of those she had helped or protected over the last couple of days had fallen to this man or his little apprentice villain, Ray, save for three. And for this he doesn't get to walk away.
Terrible turned around just in time to see her. She pounced at him, knocking the hateful man to the floor. She scratched and punched at him, giving him no chance to retaliate, no time to think. Why should she? He would do no such kindness for her. He would never get this far. He would have given up when he thought it had gotten boring. But it wasn't thought that fueled her hatred anymore. It was pure passion to kill this bastard. She'd literally pull him to pieces if she had to, just to watch as his face turned to unbridled terror, the exact expression that granted him so much pleasure when his victims wore it.
"You. Don't. Get. To walk!" She was screaming in between the continuous hits, her built up rage finally released from whatever cage she had been keeping it.
I think the words you are looking for are Wall, Of and Text. Sorry for it, but I think its justified. Cathy has basically gone into super mega rage mode. Good luck Terry. *thumbs up*
terrible was knocked around by the hits he was receiving one of them landing flush with his nose breaking it before finally storing enough power to send a jolt of electricity to his nervous system enhancing his reflexes enough to dodge one of Cathy's punches and punch her straight in the gut winding her before he then spun around and punched her in the face sending her to the ground.
"aha finally little Cathy has finally decided to grow a pair and fight me without weapons.. too bad you suck at it" terrible then turned to walk away again but stopped when he was a short distance away he turned back and got a running start at Cathy kicking her in the gut.
"hope I knocked some sense into you and even if I did`nt, that was fun" terrible laughed as he started to walk away feeling satisfied with himself.
I`l be going away for about four days after new years without regular internet access so my posts may be a bit distant from each other
She clutched at her stomach, trying to dull the pain any way she could. But she couldn't. It kept hurting and hurting. But how? For all she could do he could still hit harder and faster, make her hurt deep inside when all she could do was act as a mild annoyance.
Why didn't he feel pain like she did? Why was it always her on the ropes, despite her good intention, and he was always winning? Why did she have to fight like this? Why didn't he ever just die!?
She pushed herself up unsteadily, brushing the hair from her vision and readying two knives. If she couldn't kill him, she could at least stall for time and allow the other supers to continue with no worries about being followed. For Terrible to follow them would be an awful burden. She concentrated as much as she could, bring a large screen up in a circle around them and the top sealed.
She smirked. "You won't get to them, Terrible. There's a barrier around us. Only one way out."
terribleyetfun said:
I`l be going away for about four days after new years without regular internet access so my posts may be a bit distant from each other
"oh so killing you is actually my goal now.... well so be it" terrible charged at Cathy closing the distance between them in mere seconds and reached upward wrapping his hand around her throat.
"your death is mere seconds away and the last things you`ll hear is my voice, lucky you" terrible laughed as he started choking Cathy the life slowly draining out of her.
"don`t worry it`ll all be over soon" terrible whispered as he continued choking Cathy watching her face twist in pain as he continued clamping his hand around her throat.
well actually I have to leave in two hours so revolverwolf control terrible as you wish just don`t kill him
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.
