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Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

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Post by Proarden (Gravity Man) on March 31st 2016, 11:30 pm

One week ago:

      After all these years.... I've finally found you.

  Those were the only words he could hear within his own head. The excitement concealed beneath the sound of brutality. Venom filled thoughts filled his mind as he walked down the hallway. Despite his sheer ferocity his walk was still controlled, his posture tall and commanding respect. His cloak cracked the ground only occasionally, swaying in a graceful way. His boots made almost no noise, though the soldiers that followed him were none other than Absolute 0 and Ink. His primary allies in tow, he waltzed the entire area of his new base in Pittsburgh. The base was built upon his own accord, by his own means, by the hard work of himself and his allies. This was a place of Gravity Man. The human law had no power here. Rise had no authority here. The only rule was Gravity.

  He walked through the large metallic door after it fell through the floor, and now he walked over a catwalk of sorts, stretching the length of the room, though was higher up in the air by a good fifty feet. Beneath him he could hear several of his recruits talking, though when he entered the trainers all called out to Gravitas, standing at attention as he passed. The students immediately lowered their heads and got down upon a bended knee. He didn't acknowledge them. The taps eventually faded as they cleared the dark walk and arrived in the next room.

   This was his primary room. His center of command. It was here that he organized many things. It was here his decisions were made. It was here that the Gravitas Gang had made a name for itself. It was a lot higher tech now. The Gang had been successful, but they lived in sin; and their surroundings typically had made it clear that they had. Never before had he had the luxury of such technology. Never again would he need to hide in the sewers, or stay in the subway stations like a rat. He was free. Lucius was a good man, and it was that reason Gravitas would let him be. But this world needed a new rule. His rule. He reached out, hands settling upon a floating, glowing orb, silver circled around it's middle and small silver tips on the center of the z-axis. His hand naturally shattered and shocked out with a violet lighting. But once the hand was on the sphere...it was over. The sphere began to glow, power pulsing as the sphere lit up. The light flashed....

....and he woke up.

    Shooting up and taking a sharp, deep breath in, Gravitas couldn't help but shiver. His breath quivered for a moment as he tried to gather his bearings, his gyrosense mapping out the area for him again. With a snort he drew his knees to his chest, pivoting and relaxing, his feet going to the floor as his legs straightened. Now standing, Gravitas was forced to steady himself before lamely and lazily meandering across the room and looking for his suit. The same struggles as it always had been, being a blind man in a hopeless world. As he dressed himself he couldn't stop his mind for racing.

   What was that dream? Why had these thoughts crossed his mind? Lucius was an enemy in this dream. But what kind of enemy? Respect was there, however it was certainly strained. What happened there? That was problematic. It was a nightmare though. A fabrication of worry and doubt manifesting in his latest area of information. Nothing more.

So far...

  He didn't bother to put his hood up this time as he set out and exited his room. Here he was, back in a self-made home in an abandoned subway tunnel in the middle of Pittsburgh.

  "Once a rat, always a rat." He said as his hands came up and with a swift motion the hood was tossed over his face. A fire sat in a barrel not too far by his "hole in the wall" so graciously created by Absolute 0. While he could feel a chill, he knew his friend was not close at the moment, in fact quite the opposite. The pyrokinetic hot-head was nearby, playing with fire as always.

 "Yo boss. What's crack-a-lackin like the fire?" He asked causally as Gravitas finally oriented himself to the entire area.

 "The only cracking that's going on is the cracking I'm going to put in your skull if you keep talking like that." He said with a groggy voice, his head turned as he heard something in the distance. Inferno almost went to retort, but Gravitas held his hands up to silence him. Inferno stopped for a moment, and quite literally a minute later a pitch black Cadillac rolled up. Inferno scoffed and threw his arms out to the side.

 "Oh C'mon how did you hear that!?"
 "You know the saying that when you lose one of your senses that the others get stronger?"
 "Yeah."
"It's bullshit." He said as he trotted off. It was true, your senses didn't become any stronger because of the loss of another sense. You simply have to tune into those senses more, and then because you use them...they become more honed and tuned themselves. Regardless the car door opened as two figures stepped out.

"Oh joy. He lives. I was so afraid you wouldn't wake up." Samantha said in a tone just dripping with sarcasm. In fact Gravitas had half a mind to bottle it up and save some for later.

 "To the chase. What did we uncover from the document?"
 "We didn't uncover anything. You were in your little coma, and I got drunk with a woman that makes enough money to build a time machine, go back in time, and beat your head while you wear kitchen accessories. Needless to say, she's exponentially more interesting than you." Sam said as she handed a slip of paper to Gravitas and walked past him.

 "Is this a joke?"
 "Partially. Although it's mostly because I just flat out hate you." She said before clearing the air of hostility. "But while I was busy drinking with people who don't get beat up by Travis Masters, Gray was a loyal little puppy and got all the information you want."
"If Xerox has the information, why did you give me a paper?"
"Because I knew you'd try to focus and read it...and that's a xerox copy of Gray's ass."

 Immediately the paper implodedin his hands and Gravitas began to seeth. Gray backed up and gulped, given his lack of laughter it was quite apparent he had been pressured into it. Had he not just gotten potentially vital information...things might have been a bit more hurtful. Or more along the lines of broken bones and pools of blood. That is, of course, all hypothetical...for now.

  "This information had better be good for-We found it!" Gray yelped before Gravitas could finish his threat. Those words were the best words Gravitas had heard in a while. Truthfully he was overjoyed...and somehow...righteous rage kicked in.

  "Where?"
  "Detroit. A facility."

 It took a moment for it all to sink in. But all that needed to be said was a calm, very happy and serene word from an otherwise angry person.

 "Mobilize."

 

   The Gravitas gang had moved to Detroit. It took quite the resources to mobilize a small army of metahumans, but eventually they pulled it off. Several posing as truck drivers conveniently passing through town for shipments. Others with gas companies and political workers for surveys. Some of them even as "transfer students" to the local colleges. Detroit was a far bigger place than Pittsburgh, however, and there were weather elements that the troops and gangsters weren't quite prepared for. Michigan could be a cruel and cold place when it had to be.

  Deals were struck, backstabs were made with the local gangs. Those whom would join with Gravitas willingly were accepted with open arms. Those that required persuasion were coerced and then had a third of their numbers culled until they all pledged their allegiance. The gangs consumed and integrated into the Gravitas gang were some of the more brutal and untamed ones. A group of animal-based powers, a group with drug and illicit substance based powers, and then there was the big bad of the state. Potentially the "Gravitas of the north" had Gravitas not stepped in to assimilate them. By assimilate that means he imploded their leader all over his wife and child before proceeding to do the same with a third of their forces.

  This tactic didn't really fit the M.O of the great Gravitas, however that could be said for quite a bit of what he'd done lately. He sent a letter to Rise telling them to relinquish all involvement with him and his going-ons in the next month. He even went out of his way to confess while he had a respect for Lucius, absolutely any Rise members beyond members of his branch seen would be treated the same as any other enemy trying to stop them. He had stopped talking to absolutely everyone. Absolute 0 was no exception. The ice-man with the icy vibe was even shocked and concerned by the silence, though it never pierced through the stoic and unchanging face he wore.

    Tonight was the night when it all went down. There wasn't a person in the entire gang who wasn't jittery. Even veteran killers were beginning to wonder, waiting eagerly for the chance to unleash their grand onslaught. Research had been done, but there were no ways of telling entirely who all was going to be in Detroit on this day. Gravitas could be sure of one thing... Zell Atterrius was going to be there, opposing him. The likelihood of his infamous robo-toy being there only increased the difficulty, and necessity of success. Though there were people even deeper and more secretive than those two lurking around every corner. What were they capable of? How far were they willing to go?

  "Are you sure you're ready to do this?" Ink asked as she crossed her arms and looked across the rooftop of the tallest building. Gravity Man was standing there...at the edge...his toes over the ledge in his boots. "After today the world will see the name Gravity Man and it will never be the same..." She said. Gravitas looked up, though he didn't turn around. Ink just chuckled to herself and smiled. "After tonight...they will know you're an idiot." She said as she pivoted and walked away, the clapping of her boots vanishing down a stairwell. She was the only one who could get away with talking to him like that. Perhaps because he knew her past. This was her hometown. This is where she was from. It was here she was born a person...and in a facility beneath the ground she was born again. Born as metahuman. Made into a creature just as he was. But hers was of volunteer. But still...this was her home. He was asking her to risk herself and her home....for the sake of his vengeance.

  Now he didn't intend to destroy the city. He never thought of it. But he knew he wanted to destroy the Agency base beneath the city in a certain spot. More importantly...he wanted to destroy the thing inside. The thing so wicked and twisted he refused to say it's name...and so his lieutenants just took to calling it one thing.

...Cake.

   But where were these other people? What were they doing? Who did he truly have to worry about?


  "Zak..." A familiar voice called to him, immediately the pressure began to pick up in the area. An unusual gravity struck the area...heavy hearted. Gravitas turned around, granted it wouldn't help him see...no...but the person speaking to him deserved his respect. He said nothing as he waited for his frozen friend to speak his mind. "I know this is important. It is to me too. But there are lives down there. Families. You've said it yourself that you were going to make sure they'd never do anything like this again...but what could happen...all that might happen. Orphans. Bloodshed right in front of them. Is what we're willing to do that much better? " Gravitas was angry, how dare he accuse him of being like them. But truthfully...the anger faded...and he was left to think with his thoughts a moment. Of course it wasn't long before the ice man cleared his throat.

 "I need to move....if I don't move I'll freeze stuck to the roof...Whatever you decide. I'm with you." He said as he turned and walked off. Everyone has that one person they trust above all others. Absolute 0 was Gravitas'...no question.

   Finally Gravity Man's attention was back to the city one last time. His mind on a different course of action...But not yet....soon...but not yet.


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Re: Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

Post by Bliss on April 1st 2016, 4:20 am

"You put a pot over this guys head?" Sara looked over security cam footage from the laptop in front of her.

Bliss stepped over to admire her work over her geokinetics shoulder. "Yep."

"And beat it."

"Like a drum."

A distinct objection came from the couch on the side of the room from a pony tail wearing girl in yoga pants and a pink track jacket. "That sounds dishonorable." The taller half sister of Bliss took stock of the equipment they brought with them. Tsukimi talked Bliss into giving her a powersuit after Tsukimi promised to only call Bliss' honor into question for meaningful things and not to mention her father ever again. The red and white power armor fit Tsukmi perfectly. Far better than the poorly coordinated Bliss could ever hope to aspire.

"For him maybe. It was awesome for me." A floating table came over to rest in front of Bliss. She dropped a folder on it and pulled up a chair. "Yeah, so that guy is another prime candidate for why we are here." Bliss took a seat and crossed her right leg over her left. She wore a green turtle neck with a black skirt and boots to her knees in typical Bliss fashion.

"That brings the list to seventeen. Do that many people hate us?"

Tsukimi wiped down the katana adorning her power armor. "With Bliss as our leader, I would say it barely skims the surface."

"I'm going to pop you in the mouth if you ever-"

"Can we not? There are mutant gangs roaming the city. I don't think the Gravity Man fits the mold, but it does sound kind of like Rise. Maybe Alpha and his family are behind this."

"Seems too violent. Alpha is kind of a pussy." Bliss critiqued a villain by saying he was not violent enough. Good job Bliss. "It could be a cult. But, we need to find one of these gangs, shake them down, and find out who they answer to."

Sara stood up and moved to the back of the room, grabbing her jacket and zipping it up. With just plain jeans, Sara hoped to be able to fit in a little easier than her two counterparts. "We need to find them now. The more we wait, the harder it gets." Unbeknownst to the trio, they set up shop in a gang hotel- and they were not subtle about moving their armor or keeping their voices down during arguments.

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Re: Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

Post by Nicolas Flamel on April 1st 2016, 6:21 am

Rage, powerlessness, grief..... These things have taken so many great men, corrupted them. Nicolas Flamel walked the streets of Detroit, cane tapping against the sidewalk and occasionally the pavement. The city looked even more dead then usual, so it isn't like standing in the street presented any sort of danger. The air was cold, kissing the old mans face as he strutted through the wind like a man of thirty years. Though occasionally he would slip up, trip for no reason. He was running out of time. He had one more dose in him, maybe more. The effects wore off so quickly....

They deserve pity, not force. They deserve support, not being thrown out by society. It all keeps building, right up until you have an abomination. It's a vicious circle, monsters created by the same things they inflict only make more of themselves. Most people were held up inside, given increased gang activity in the area. The streets belonged to them, the evil of the world. Most glared at Nick as he passed, none being bold enough to rob someone so confident in this day and age. However, Nick was approached by two gang members, perhaps trying to release him of his expensive looking coat and jewelry. They both grabbed him by the collar, sneaking from behind. Nick was startled at first, but quickly realized what was happening and moved to protect himself. With a simple gesture with his cane, the concrete beneath the men turned soft, as if it had just been poured. They quickly sunk in and Nick pulled away, drying the concrete again and knocking both men over the head with one swoop of his cane, which seemed to knock them out. The others mostly slunk back into their holes, some whispered, and some glared harder.

I'm here to put a stopper on that circle, to see if a reasonable man still lies within the beaten down Rise head. From what i have gotten out of Lucius, this was not a group effort. This was personal, perhaps an old revenge, otherwise why not take the help Rise could give him? Regardless of what was happening here, Gravitas was in town, and he needed to be watched. Like fire, left unmanned he could start an unimaginable blaze. He turned his back, coat flipping around as he did, walking with more determination in his steps. He wasn't finished yet, he had to keep moving, keep vigilante. As of yet, no one except he was looking out for this world in the proper way. From tights clad heroes to reality warpers, they all were either in it for themselves or were no guardian at all. He stood for the people, the ants as everyone called them. He just hoped he could stretch his time long enough to find another to watch over them, the world was still broken.

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Re: Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

Post by Arcana on April 1st 2016, 6:45 pm

Gravitas, Sean had dealt with them once before that had felt like a long while ago. It was them as well as that one guy that threw around the red stuff of theirs, proving more of an annoyance more than anything else. Apparently something was going on in Detroit, that much Sean could tell and yet he had no idea what that thing was exactly. Could Gravity Man be trying to stem the drug trade, or blow everything up? That was something that Sean wondered as he looked at his cell phones screen, fingers tapping against the screen as he drummed up a text message in an almost unconcerned fashion. A few things were supposedly out of place with the activity now, but Sean really didn't care at this point. They were probably a terrible person, so he would punch them in a face, or wherever that would hurt the most.

As usual, Sean was dressed in a casual style as if he wasn't really worried about the whole thing, at least for himself anyway. A breeze blew, caressing his cheek as Sean shuddered slightly. Wearing shorts might have not been the best idea, but then again he had means of dealing with that, as his body just began to ignore any feelings of cold that would normally bother him. Putting the phone into his left front pocket, Sean stepped out of the vehicles and looked up the sky for a moment. This was a rather unimpressive looking parking lot, digging a cigarette from his back pocket and lighting it up, taking a drag from it. Zell was likely out doing Zell things, so he was waiting for whenever he was needed.
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Re: Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

Post by Proarden (Gravity Man) on April 2nd 2016, 7:44 pm

"Xerox, Ink you are designated north. PG, AZ and Inferno, you're on your own."  He said as he began to walk towards his troops. Turning back only when he heard a flurry of questions. The one sticking out most was what was to be done about the Atterrius members. "I've arranged for a friend to take care of them."

    Gravitas had given his orders. He had assembled his men through whatever means he could. Near and far they could all hear him and understand him. Well some of them couldn't, but that's because they were aliens. But the aliens were pretty mad anyways because Trump almost got them all deported anyway, so rallying them to the cause was east. He just had to sound as angry as and relatable as possible.

 "I'll make no promises about today. I'll one promise about tomorrow; and that promise is that tomorrow isn't coming if we are locked in neutrality today. We are on the verge of change. We are here to make a statement, and send a message. To show the world that we are not afraid. We're not afraid of those who persecute us, we are not afraid to rise- to lift ourselves up from the ashes! But today I want to send a different message. I look around and see drugs, rape, murder and violence. These things that have been part of society for hundred of years. Look at what they have done, and look at how many of them blame us? Today, we march on a base that is located within Detroit. But now we have a new purpose. We have proven our power to the people...now let us show them that we have not sacrificed out very souls to do so. We will do for them, what they have failed to do for us. We will save them." Gravitas said, though the gang all looked on they were partially confused. Some of them looked in approval, many of them didn't care and were simply itching to fight. But Gravitas, as always spoke his truth to them.

"Today we save them from the greatest threat both our people and theirs have ever faced. Today we strike a blow to the greatest threat humanity has ever known...to day we save humanity from themselves! This is my petition. Go to every street in your assigned groups and clear the houses. Take the women and children, take the men and get them from this city, as far as you can! Teleporters, speed demons and fliers rest for not a moment. When you are certain that every street in the city is clear, come and make your mark on the world, and strike with me!" He called. Finally it seemed as though some of the more ravenous gangsters like the idea. They save people and then they get to murder.

  The gang members popped up everywhere Some stood up in church and made their proclamation. Some made announcements over the intercom's at work, and others evacuated schools. In a matter of an hour the entire city seemed to be under the beginnings of an evacuation... amazingly it was the gangs that were overseeing it. When authorities arrived to take over the evacuation the gang members vanished without a trace. Gravity Man, however made his way to the sewers, expecting that soon he would be able to strike. Of course in order to find him, they would need to be able to track his signal, which could only be monitored from his general's personal assistant devices.

     Gray and Ink were on the far northern side of the city, overseeing a few of the exits. Inferno was apparently all by his lonesome in the west, though he had substantial defenses set up, as if he were preparing for some kind of force to be coming for him. Absolute 0 seemed to be all on his own in the east side of the town, in an already mostly evacuated area as to not cause anyone else harm.

  *****

  Zell was enjoying the ride so far. He and Sean had gone to Detroit for some reason or other. Sean was insistent that they go to get some fresh air. Zell wasn't a fool, but honestly he trusted Sean too much to go digging through his personal affairs like that. Of course Sean probably would have told him if he asked. He was rather transparent. Made things rather nice and healthy. Though Sean was getting dropped off here. Zell assumed it was business related, or that he just wanted to see something while Zell went to the hotel to fetch a few things he needed.

 "Well here we are. I'm gonna run back to the room and get a couple things. Probably gonna call and check on the guys. You sure you're gonna stay out of trouble?" He asked as he smiled, already knowing the answer to the question was "no", regardless of how Sean chose to answer it. He let Sean out of the car with a kiss and waved to him as he started to drive off.

  It wasn't thirty feet before there was a loud scream. From the sky there was a loud smashing noise as the car Zell was driving flipped  through the air, the back end coming overhead and crashing onto the ground. The car was busted to be sore, the entire front was obliterated, the engine parts still moving in some segments and oil spilled everywhere. The fuel tank and the entire side was torn up, spilling contents everywhere as the top of the car was crushed.  Fire was present at the scene in a circle as the object in the small crater began to stand. The thing proved to be a human being, though as strange as it looked it was certainly a living thing. It was tall with a pale blue skin, needle like teeth and black slabs floating around its belt. It looked around everywhere, people cowering and screaming before the creature snarled and kicked the car Zell was in a good ten feet across the ground, the top of the car tearing and grating. The imposing man was about ten foot tall and built like a Greek god, though it had a sickly cornflower color of blue skin, its eyes were black as night before seeming to fade and gain some glowing light blue iris'.

 "One down...easy enough." It's voice rumbled as it spoke, the creature turned to Sean and it narrowed it's eyes. "One to go..."

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Re: Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

Post by Bliss on April 8th 2016, 1:24 am

"There is a lot of movement all around us. And it looks- oddly good." Sara stepped back from the window so Bliss could squeeze in and get a look through the binoculars. "These are the guys we were monitoring, so- mind control?"

"Someone mind controlled them to make them do good?" Nothing about the situation put Bliss in a good mood. "I don't think so. We need to figure this out. Suzy!" Bliss turned back towards her half sister as she reattached her giant sword to her suit of armor. "Go be purple outside and make sure no one is being evil."

Tsukimi stepped out of Gravity Man's dreams and got into her full suit of power armor. "Hai!"

"Yes. Hi. I see you. Now get in the armor and do what I said."

"You disappoint so many people so often." Tsukimi turned on the hydraulics in her legs to give her a lift with vacating the room.

Not only did Bliss not care about whether or not Tsukimi found out the actions of the gang members, she really did not care about whatever it is Tsukimi just said. "Now, you and me are going to go where all these people are being led away from." Bliss grabbed a hand held device and placed it on her belt. This would probably take a while and keeping up with all of her contacts would be necessary. "Can you get us there faster?"

"There?" It took Sara a moment to look around the room for any quick ways of access. "No. When we get there, maybe to where we need to go."

"Good enough." The door leading out remained open as Tsukimi failed to be able to grasp enough control to close doors. The loudness of the hall cleared out, giving Bliss and Sara an open path to the street level. With most outlets closed off, Bliss and Sara would be on foot for the remainder of the trek towards downtown Detroit.

Clad in purple power armor, Tsukimi stepped into the streets as the refugees began to flee the city. Her HUD began assessing the threat level of everyone popping up in her view. No surprise at all when the more dangerous looking individuals registered the largest threat to her, but surprisingly, they appeared wrapped up in their own mission. "Excuse me, citizen." The large purple gauntlet reached out to touch one of the gang member. "You seem to be a dangerous individual, yet you are helping people. I need you to explain this, and if you do not, I will be forced to be forceful with you. You have ten seconds. Go."


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Re: Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

Post by Nicolas Flamel on April 8th 2016, 2:23 am

Nicolas had been confronted by gang members several times, some wanting to rob him, and others wanting him to, um, get him to safety? It made sense when he thought about it, but it still felt odd seeing gang members move people along like beat cops. Typical Rise, doing something kinda shitty but then doing something else that instantly justified it. These damn Noble Demons, so hard to nail down. Well, for anyone but Nicolas anyway. He understood them quite well, and knew this type could be talked to. Honestly Nick just wanted to know what was happening, he probably wouldn't have an issue with it.......

Probably.

As he walked, coat billowing in the cool Michigan air, he heard a crash. Considering the streets were pretty clear, at least compared to how they were usually, the crash stuck out like a sore thumb in the silence. It must have been only half a block over. It was the only lead he had so far, so naturally the greying old man sauntered toward it.

What he saw wasn't exactly a shocker, but it was out of the norm. A big, pale blue beast had knocked over a vehicle, and was now going after another man whom Nicolas recognized as that Talons hero Apex. Of course they were here. All they did in the end was make things worse and miss the point, but aside from that whoever was in the car probably needed medical attention. Nick decided to intervene.

As he walked, he pointed his cane toward the asphalt below the creature, which would instantly turn to liquid petroleum. The transmutation even spread below the road, changing other substances into it as it made contact. What would essentially happen is the beast would likely find itself in a pool of oil within an instant, and that's when The Father of Alchemy created a spark, exchanging energy from within his stone to light the oil ablaze and essentially turn the street into a lake of fire. Nick reasoned the thing could likely take it. To top it off, some of the oil launched up and solidified, trying to wrap the being in restraints which would quickly turn to titanium and tighten to pull it's catch into the inferno.

After that, he would turn his attention to the vehicle, which found itself reforming and repairing, lost parts seemingly being created from the energy in the crimson stone. If Zell was still in the car, Flamel would go to him, to see if he was still alive if anything else.

"Are you alive my boy?" He would say with his deep, high society voice that had an accent you couldn't quite pin down, if Zell was in the car of course.

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Post by Arcana on April 8th 2016, 2:44 am

Zell dropped him off, saying something about getting something form their room. Sean would not, saying something about how trouble tended to follow him around, so no he would probably be neck deep in trouble within the next five minutes,. With kisses exchanged, he would wave them off with cigarette now being used. Now that he was short one Zell, things continued to fall downwards in the whole civil unrest thing. That did not last long as something crashed into Zell's car and reduced it to what seemed to be a rather sorry state, the thing that did so turning towards him with a rather menacing expression. "okay look. I don't know who the fuck you are or who the fuck you think you are, but that whole trying to murder Zell thing, not going to fly with me." Sean growled, quipping in usual fashion as he cracked his knuckles, preparing for some manner of fight.

That being until someone decided to attack first, creating a wide spreading mire of burning oil that likely was meant to trap the thing. However, something told him that would not hold them for long, or even at all if they were half as powerful as Sean had expected. Granted, he was one to always expect more than what people actually gave, so he could have been giving the thing far too much credit. First darting over to Zell's car, he would make sure that one of the most important things in his life had not been reduced to the dimensions of a pancake. Once he was sure that they weren't dead, he would then move on to  taking care of the thing that had attacked him in the first place.

"Thanks for the help old dude, but this thing is all mine." Sean noted, cracking his knuckles. "They just made the mistake of making this personal." Regardless of where the thing was, well he would bridge the distance between them and put all the force he could muster into a punch towards their face.
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Post by Proarden (Gravity Man) on April 9th 2016, 10:55 pm

The Half-Bliss:
People had already begun to spring into action. That was good, considering the severity of the situation. Bliss had sent her half sister out to do a half-assed job and only be half the bitch that Bliss was. Of course only being half a bitch managed to get her the answers she was looking for. She had popped up and pressed into Xerox with her massive purple gauntlet, saying that she needed to know why they were evacuating people. Otherwise she would be forced to be...well forceful.

"Something really dangerous is going to happen and we don't want any casualties we can avoid." Xerox replied, giving an answer to the woman's question before he returned to helping people up onto the evacuation vehicles that would take them out of the city.

"You need to help us get people out of here or not be here. You have ten seconds to pick. I just used four of them." Ink said to the woman, her usual cold and unchanging face fixated on the person in the power suit.

"A-are you kidding, Ink? You're picking a fight?"
"Are you deaf? I said to keep moving."
"Stop picking fights"
"Stop being a pussy." She replied, her eyes never leaving the strange, purple gloved power-armored woman.

The Bliss:

Bliss and Sara had their mission as they began to head on their way to downtown Detroit. Their intentions were unclear to the gang, however it was quite apparent that they did not intend on leaving the vicinity anytime soon. That could prove both beneficial and problematic. Their trek would be only slightly interrupted by the appearance of burning orange pieces of metal, things seeming to be welded together. Cars were melted into buildings and into one and other, metallic objects everywhere had been scavenged and melted down to form what appeared to be a barricade of sorts.

Nick and Sean:

The "creature" proved to be no fool, though it honestly was not anticipating what had happened. In the beginning. The fact that Nicolas hadn't fled at the mere sight of him had aroused suspicion to say the least. The visor covering the creature's eyes began to blink and sputter out random pieces of information, including a big red beeping as the ground beneath him began to change. The creature pushed off the ground with both feet...alas it was not quick enough. One foot had fallen into liquid, making it's jump incredibly less effective than it ought to have been. The creature's left leg up to it's knee and it's right foot were caught in oil. A spark of energy began to turn the wheels of physics and friction did as it did.

A flame ignited and in what seemed to be an instant, the creature's leg and foot were on fire. The creature let out a cry, raspy and dry as air escaped it's throat. Titanium strings fired out and grappled the creature but it's eyes turned white and it began to savagely show off it's might as it easily shattered the constructs. With white eyes and a mouth of razor sharp needles, it glared.

"Personal? You rudimentary creatures." The creature snarled before it leapt into action. Surprisingly he didn't leap to Sean, nor to Nicholas. It's more at a distinct location. Was it a strategic advantage? The creature stomped it's burning foot down on a small pool of oil, the fire shot out right at the broken and mangled car. The car itself began to reform, the fire stopped just a second too soon. The creature scoffed before crossing it's arms. The fragmented elongated tear-drop metal formations began to circle, completely covering his leg and foot as they began to emit a soothing green light. Zell on the other hand was badly cut up, a fragment of metal had gone through his rib, fifth intercostal space. his face had dirt and cuts flurried about it, though his eyes were closed. He seemed to only have lost consciousness.

"This is troublesome. I can only offer you the assurance that you are not like the rest of the ilk that crawl on this planet. Though to be above that is no such achievement." It said, looking snidely over the two as if it were annoyed, or had to be put out of it's way in order to observe them.

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Re: Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

Post by Bliss on April 11th 2016, 10:10 pm

"Hey!" Tsukimi tightened her grip in an anger she did not fully comprehend the tightness of. "I'm the one doing the right thing here!" Heat built up in her suit as she grew more angry. Her visor hid the wrath swelling in her neck. "While helping people get out of the city is in fact a good endeavor, I cannot allow the sleight you just made against me go without reprimand. You are being a penis, and I'm going to need you to stop counting how many seconds I have. You have ten seconds to stop, I'm going to start at seven to show how serious I am about you stopping your counting!" With her more than honorable upbringing and strong sense of justice, Tsukimi would not attack without provocation, but also knew she needed to help people. "Seven! The one that comes after seven! Kokonotsu! Tō!"

"Well this is weird." Bliss stood in front of the gang infested barricade.

"You were expecting it to be easier?" Melted car parts and a metal great wall gave Bliss and Sara a foreboding welcome even the staring gangs could not detract from.

"I thought it would be- well, no, I was sure it would be weird, but building a wall with cars parts just seems like a super human with white trash powers. His cape is probably a confederate flag and his nemesis is 'The Jews'."

Sara laughed at the depiction created by Bliss. "I will be more than enough of a nemesis for him. Let's get in there and find out who is behind this debacle and what they're plan is." Earth began to move under their feet until a tunnel opened up at their feet. A forty-five degree angle would take the duo down beneath the wall where their investigation would continue. "Oh, his weakness is 'The Liberal Media Bias."

"I'm guessing he has some control over his mind to be able to make NASCAR interesting." Stepping into the open tunnel helped Bliss and Sara bypass the massive obstruction darting up and blocking their path, but it did not assist them with finding a good smelling part of the town with easy air to breathe. "Oh, god. Can you do something about the-"

"No, I can't change the smell of sewage into something- oh, he gets power ups from Mountain Dew!"

"Trailer Park-A-Ccino." Lights beamed into the hollow corridor, drawing Bliss and Sara like moths to flame. Bliss popped up first to look around, followed by Sara. "We should probably check in with Suzy to see how see's doing."

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Re: Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

Post by Nicolas Flamel on May 1st 2016, 10:10 pm

Combat wasn't really Nicolas' thing. He much rather talk something out then resort to that. After all, he had always used his knowledge for the good of the world, and beating the daylights out of somebody usually didn't do that, much. Regardless though, this thing clearly wanted to fight, and Nicolas was prepared to drop him if it meant saving the man in the vehicle behind him. His main priority was tending to him, so hopefully the short silver eyed man was powerful enough to do it alone for a moment.

Either way, he wasn't about to not do anything. In an instant, four spears were seemingly created out of thin air and launched directly at the monster at rapid speeds, but before each got to their target, they changed. The first turned to gasoline once it got close, the next fire, the next gaseous propane, and the last, high quality acid. Nicolas looked to Sean, commanding eyes locked on the male.

"I'm going to help him. Hold off our friend." Nicolas said as he turned his attention to Zell, who he scanned over with his uniquely altered eyes. The man had a piece of shrapnel shoved in his rips, and was out like a light. Nicolas could use straight up alchemy to heal him, but biological alchemy was tricky when you didn't know the specifics of the targets DNA and blood. No, he would have to do this another way....... He had only done this once before, because a situation was dire enough and he didn't have any standard healing potions around. It was a tough decision, but with a beast at his back and a guy way to heavy to carry he had no choice.

He pulled out a small vile, and dripped a few drops into Zell's mouth. Immediately, the effects would be seen. The wounds would close, the shrapnel would be dissolved by the body in seconds, and the bones would be set. On top of that, the body was flooded with energy. There was no effects on age with this little amount, at least noticeable ones, but the man was healed. Nick remembered when the Elixer was that useful to him, he could use it as much as needed. Now he only had one shot left.

"Let's get you out of this car. I'd carry you but as you can see, I'm a bit........ Old."

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Post by Arcana on May 17th 2016, 12:01 am

The old guy looked like they knew more about what they were doing than Sean did, so he would let them go about doing their thing. Afterall he had more pressing matters, which was the person that had put Zell in this state in the first place. Granted if that old guy didn’t manage to actually help Zell, well they would be in a little more trouble themselves.”I can deal with this guy.” Sean said, popping his neck as his eyes focused upon the person with their weird floating metal pieces. Of course he could go for a tricky approach, but then again Sean didn’t like over complicating things, so he would go with something a little more simplistic.

”Keep talkin big guy. It’ll make the part where I kick your ass a lot more enjoyable. ” Sean growled as he kept following this strange person, already having a few ideas on how to deal with him running through his brain. He took a runners stance and then moved rather quickly, closing any distance there was to get in the things face. He aimed a kick at its face, and despite how much damage he managed to do, he would kick off of it and land a few good feet in front of it. Rapidly his elbow elongated, taking on a blade form as he turned andaimed to ram the now incredibly durable blade that jutted out of his elbow joint into the things chest.
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Re: Detroit Rock City Comes-ah-crumblin' down. (Signed Up)

Post by Proarden (Gravity Man) on June 12th 2016, 2:40 am

The Half-Bliss:

"I-uh...I'm gonna let you two fight this out. I'm gonna actually do the right thing and help people. K-thanks-bye." Xerox said as he rolled his eyes turning around and assisting people with the evacuation. It was a little known fact that people who don't do the right thing were people who didn't think. Like that one guy who was roaring Antarctica. Seriously, didn't that guy think of the environmental hazards? Or the political hazards for that matter? Seriously, didn't Nightkill ever stop to think about politician's feelings? how does he think he made Al Gore feel once he realizes global warming was just some kid screaming on the other side of the world?

 "No-no-no. You can't just span languages. That's rude and improper. This won't do at all. Okay hold on. We need to fix this." Ink said, completely shaking her head. She quickly reached into her fashionable leather jacket and withdrew a pen before holding her hand out. "If I'm going to get my ass kicked it will be by an educated person. Now look here." She said as she began to write out the numbers from 7 to 10.

 "Seven. Then Eight. As if you ate something. But it's spelled differently, because English is overly complicated. After eight comes Nine. Like the German word "No." Nein. But instead of sounding like you're going to invade Poland you act like a German that took a chill pill or- better yet- a German whom decided to become a hippy." She hadn't forgotten about the fact that she was probably gonna throw down with this lady, but the bottom line was that there was NOTHING good about her not knowing how to count to ten.

"Ten is like Tō but try to be more lazy. ō turns to eeeeeh. Like a snoody teenager that pretends that they don't care before I punch them in the testicles. Finish the world off with a nnnnn. Like you're going to transition to another word. Just to finish it off."

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     "Hey! Hey! The Jews have feelings too." A voice called form around the barricade. Inferno popped his head over with his eyes scanning down at Bliss and her companion. Inferno was entirely oblivious to whom these people were, but from the looks of them they were obviously the most cruel, heartless and vile people on the planet. His eyes narrowed as he gave a very quiet and soft growl as he murmured the forbidden words, bestowing these guests with their appropriate titles. "Tax collectors..."

  Popping up he sent down a fireball to smash the area by the barrier and glaring at the obvious tax collectors. "Speaking of Jews...and fire. How about some Jerky?" He offered. The offer was genuine, though he really didn't want to risk getting too close to them. But if he just threw the bag then he might not ever get it back. Tax collectors were vicious, selfish animals. He may never see the small bag again once he handed it over to them... Hopefully they'd not desire the succulent meaty goodness of squirrel jerky. "So what brings you two tax collectors down here?" He asked offhandedly, throwing the bag down should they have wanted some of his delicious hoard.

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   Zell undid his seat belt and dropped to the ground, looking up at Christopher Lee and groaning in pain. Once he saw exactly who it was though, he remembered exactly who that was in this realm. Well let's face it, in any realm he was a badass, but in this one...he was a magic badass. Zell grunted as he moved his way out of the broken car, just as the fire caught to the oil and began shooting up towards the car.

  "Jolly Old Saint Nick." He said as he nodded and accepted any help the man had to give. Meanwhile, there was a certain Sean that was having problems of his own.

   The pale blue skinned creature leapt into action spinning an using it's armor as blades, slicing through a lot of opposition, though quickly revealing a stun baton that it used to try and jab Sean in the throat. The creature was heavily skilled almost as if it were trained to fight things almost infinitely faster than itself. Perhaps even stronger.

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Post by Bliss on June 12th 2016, 5:40 am

Nightkill cared about geopolitical activity. He cared too much about it. Aside, Bliss did not like the talk about fire. "Hey! I know Jews have feelings! Those comments were taken out of context!"

More important issues seemed to be tossed to the wayside, but Sara felt she needed to also address a few concerns- and probably argue with Bliss. "Woah, woah, tax collectors? Is that a Jew joke?"

"Calm down Zacchaeus, this guy might just be useful." Something about the situation felt odd, but then the barrier burst into flames and Bliss knew everything would be just terrible. "Woah, woah- oh." Both of Bliss' hands moved in a shaking style to try and usher away whatever comment the man would soon make, but saw the jerky in a bag. "That's good. I thought he was going to make a Holocaust joke."

Sara picked up the bag, but hesitated before putting her hand in the bag. Maybe Bliss would. "Why would you just think that?"

"I don't- why are you acting like that is the worst thing you've heard tonight when we are in a city trying to keep a madman from destroying a city?" The back of jerky looked passable. Like, really passable. No one likes eating something only to be told 'oh by the way, that's a person'. "You keep the jerky. We're here to find out why Detroit is particularly bad today."

"You don't get to say I'm rude or improper. I just don't get a hold of all of these rules in English, and the numbers past six don't have that great of a scheme to remember them by!" The visor picked up on the item coming out of her jacket as a pen. No red flags, but it did seem odd for an adversary to try and parley in such ways. "Wait, wait. So 'eight' is a number and a verb. 'I ate'. 'It is eight'. Okay, I got that one, go on."

Little threat came from Tsukimi, but her armor still stood strong enough to ward off passerby spectating. "Is it true that 'bliss' means 'perfect happiness'? Because if so the word either needs to change or my half sister needs to change her name. Knowing my half sister, it will be easier to change the definition of the word."

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Post by Nicolas Flamel on July 26th 2016, 11:11 pm

Nick's eye twitched at what the man said. Well, what the boy said. This guy couldn't be older then twenty. Anyway, the little brat basically just hinted at Nick's identity. No, he wasn't Saint Nick, but Santa wasn't the only one with that name, dammit.

Nicolas pressed the head of his cane to Zell's shoulder, stopping him for a moment as the older man looked him up and down. He didn't look so special, but there was clearly something to him. All Nick did was glare knowingly, basically saying with only his eyes that this wasn't the end of the comment. After that little exchange, the alchemist turned back to the matter at hand.

And that's when he saw something strange. The man from before, Nick knew it was him but—he seemed different. It felt like something had changed about him. Actually, it looked like it as well. Seeing the male with an alchemist's eye made that quite clear, though Nick did feel his memories were shifting already to accept the changes. It was either his age catching up with him or some kind of warp in reality.

"Weren't you just........ More scrawny? You're still short but you seem, well, much more built. And your hair, it's longer........ And your face too..... Did you just, did you just change everything?" Nicolas said. He sounded like a mad man, or at least someone with severe alzheimer's, but he didn't seem to mind.

"You know what? I couldn't put my finger on it for the longest time but you look like someone.... What was his name? Um Bob..... Bob Marley? ......No no no, that's that one junkie................ Ah! Bob Morely. That's the one." Nick said. That's when he realized they were still under attack, and the investigation as to what the hell just happened to Sean was concluded.

Nick then raised his staff, targeting the stun baton headed toward Sean's face. The stone then reached out, surging energy into the weapon and rearranging it. In but a moment, the baton was transmuted into a certain kind of heated sugar, ie, cotton candy.

"There's no need for violence, we have cotton candy. I can make ice cream, too." Nick said, a smile creeping up on his face. Sometimes alchemy could get boring if you didn't do things that were totally insane with it.

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