2099: The World of Tomorrow IC Thread

[Sora1297]

"Oh Snap!! Wish I had thought of that..." Spidey called out, narrowly avoiding a slash from Soul Edge, ducking his head and quickly slipping underneath Nightmare as he shot two webs and pulled a "slingshot" as he liked to refer the move. As he slid underneath him, he noticed a bare patch of Nightmare exposed where his armour met his thigh and thrust his fist up there, hitting him square on where his testicles should've been. After he got up on the other side of Nightmare, he grabbed onto the monstrosity's back and lassoed him down with webs, hanging on tightly as he thrashed about, trying to raise the sword to cut off Spidey's head, but the webs bound his arms in a Full-Nelson style hold.

"YEEE-HAW!!" Spider-Man called out excitedly, tying the ropes around Nightmare as best he could, trying specifically to rope the massive beast to the surrounding buildings, firing web after web, roping him down until so many of the powerful tiny white strands held him back, it looked as if Aragog from Harry Potter had spun a web of his own in downtown New York. Quickly, Spidey flung himself towards Grimjack. "Sup? In case you were wondering, I'm the one and only Web-Slinger, Wall-Crawler, Masked-Menace (according to the Bugle), Arachnid-Kid, your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man." he said, counting on his fingers as he listed off the various names he had been referred to by in the past by the news, citizens of NYC, criminals and villains, as well as OS-CORP and many other companies he had pissed off lately. "So, what brings you all the way from Fleet Street to Bollard Drive, Sweeny?" he asked, referencing his hair to the wig of a character he had worn in Middletown High's school musical.

[mast3rlinkx]

Grimjack raised an eyebrow as the kid in spandex bound up the armored guy in what looked suspiciously like spider silk. Looks like the scrawny guy had more tricks up his sleeve than John initially thought. Soon, the armored guy was bound up in so much web that he couldn't possibly break out, though several strands creaked as they strained underneath the armor's thrashing. Before he knew it, the kid was standing in front of him giving his names."Spiderman? Not a very creative name, but you're a surprisingly skilled fighter. Name's-" It was then that there was a massive snap as several strands of webbing broke, and that had weakened the entire rig enough that Nightmare escaped from the hold. John's face took on a determined look as he sheathed his sword and unholstered his other pistol. "Watch your ass." Dashing to the side, he unloaded two full magazines into Nightmare, though they didn't do much. Pressing the release on the guns, he tossed them into the air, causing the magazines to sling out and clatter to the ground. John pulled out two more, though these looked a lot different. They were solid black and had a bar of light on each side. As the guns dropped back down, he snapped the magazines into the guns. As soon as they clicked into place, a high-pitched hum was heard that only got higher in pitch. John took aim, and fired. With a massive crack-whip of sound, two bursts of pure electrical energy slammed into Nightmare, knocking him onto the ground. Smoke billowed from every seam in the gun, so Grimjack ejected the magazines, which were now charred and blackened. Turning to Spidey with a death's head grin, he said, "Like it? Too bad each one's single-use. They're expensive as hell. He's not getting up anytime soon, though." He'd basically fired a tazer at him, though, unbeknownst to John, Nightmare was considerably tougher than that. Holstering his pistols, he said, "Name's Gaunt. John Gaunt, bounty hunter."

[Grandsword]

nightmare found himself getting increasingly angered. first the annoyance in spandex interupted his walk. then this..man dressed up like some kind of steampunk hunter butted in. the two had worked in surprisingly good tandem.. "it's..not over yet..There is no end to this nightmare!" he declared, pulling himself back up. his durability showing in that he was mostly unscathed. sure, his armor was dented, his clawed arm bleeding. but nightmare was ready to fight. and fight he did. deciding to single out the more powerful threat, he charged the hunter-looking man. "now..Offer your soul!" he cried, ramming into him.

[mast3rlinkx]

John had heard the hulking man get up, and stared in shock as he stood, bleeding in his deformed arm and with severely dented armor. He had just shook himself to prepare to fight when he felt the man slam into him, knocking the breath out of him. He quickly recovered, however, and drew his sword. The bounty hunter jammed it into the gap in his breastplate, twisting the sword to cause more damage to the man within. The armor was tough and worked well against direct assault, but a blade as thin as John's was able to easily slip between the gaps in the armor. "Yeah? How you like that, you son of a bitch?" Then he jammed the sword even further into the armor.

[Rtron]

Scorpion had immediately left the battle scene in a rage. The coward had fled before their fight was over. He wandered the streets of Gotham, occasionally roasting a criminal or two alive when he was ambushed. He was walking towards Gotham Prison, figuring that he could release some pent up anger in there, when two Lin Kuei dropped in front of him. None of them were anyone Scorpion recognized, therefore he didn't count them as much of a threat. "Didn't expect the Lin Kuei to find me this soon." He commented casually. They glanced at each other before one spoke. "The eyes and the arms of the Lin Kuei stretch long and see all." Scorpion shrugged.

"I would tell you to tell Sub Zero I'm coming for him, but you won't live to do that." Before they could react to that, Scorpion was gone. The Lin Kuei looked around warily. As augmented by cyborg enhancements they were, Scorpion was still a dangerous opponent. Their eyes scanned for any signature of him reappearing. That was when Scorpion's sword erupted out of one's chest. The cyborg assassin gave a scream, that was abruptly cut off by Scorpion's other sword slashing down and decapitating him.

Then he was gone again. The other Lin Kuei put his back against a wall and waited. Scorpion appeared before him, his swords sheathed, and gave a taunting 'come hither' gesture with his hand. The cyborg did so. Moving with superhuman speed, he ran forward and attempted to slam his fist into Scorpion's jaw. Scorpion leaned back, and the fist barely missed. He then enacted his counter attack. The Lin Kuei's head snapped back as Scorpion's fist crashed into his chin. He choked when that same fist crashed into his windpipe. He was brought flat on his back when a flaming foot slammed into him. The last thing the man saw was Scorpion's flaming skull inches from his own face. "Goodbye." Flames proceeded to engulf the Lin Kuei's head. Leaving the corpses on the ground, Scorpion replaced his mask and left.

[Grandsword]

were john to listen closely, he'd hear a hollow ding of metal on metal. and if one were to look in the holes made where john's sword went through, they'd see a hollow space. nightmare however had other worries. despite the seeming lack of severity of his wounds, he was getting hurt. though he detested killing innocents, he would need to at this rate for souls to keep himself together. his head whipped around, trying to pick out someone out of the crowd. someone sick, or old or.."just kill something already! we need souls!!" of course, that was the exact time inferno quipped in. "no. i won't kill innocents. need..evil souls, dark souls. souls stained with sin.." he murmered, focus too divided to keep the response solely mental.

[mast3rlinkx]

John did, in fact, hear the clank of metal against metal, as though his sword hit metal. With a grimace, he said, "What the hell?" He jerked his sword out of the armor, and found no blood on it. "Goddamn thing's empty. Looks like magic and science coexist in this dimension. Damn, this is proving to be a very strange dimension," he muttered under his breath. He heard it say it needed dark souls stained with sin, and his mouth shut. He figured it fed on souls with the way it was talking, which may be what kept the suit intact. And no soul was more sin-stained than his own. He knew he was forced into constant rebirth, but what would happen if his soul was completely devoured? Would he be able to return from that? John wasn't exactly willing to test that.