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Call me: Asuras
I like: Urban Fantasy, High Fantasy, Anime Aesthetics
I play: Anything. Mostly women.
I have a long history of GM'ing, perhaps even more than playing. I like art, and I commission a lot. D&D is my life right now.
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Weekends might be better. Idk yet cause this is still my first week of work.
Rin said
Clearly Blast Girl should just punch out the fire.
Dead Cruiser said
Do you really want to know?Basically his entire motivation would be to make the heroes as uncomfortable as possible. For instance, unleashing a horde of North American Hollering Phallus Baboons on the city.
So he's a geneticist?
Dead Cruiser said "Skullfucker."
What on god's green earth would his power even be with that kind of name? >_>
Dblade26 said
hmm...Asuras, while I'd think tanking would be maaaybe a good idea for Neutro, there's probably more than one turret ahead at multiple angles and they apparently burst into a sticky immobilizing foam when they strike so it might not just be an issue of them getting effortlessly bounced off of him, so I'm not sure how it'd work, personally.
Everyone got painted, and there's multiple turrets. I don't think they'd focus on a single target, or for that matter a single group. I would think they'd be targeting as many people as they could all around. Neutro could protect maybe two or three people with his stature, so there a lot more heroes for them to be after. Unless the turrets are spraying and praying (doubtful), it seems feasible enough that he could pay attention to which turrets were locking on to him or the people he was protecting.
Within the first mere seconds of stepping into the arena, Neutro could make out what kind of "terrorists" these were simulating. The organized and well-paid kind. They possessed all manner of fancy toys, unlike the bumbling and desperate types he was initially expecting. In hindsight, it seemed foolish to believe Pariah would do anything so petty. At the sight of such firepower and organization, Neutro immediately took action and prepared himself. In a split second, he shifted his body's mass to that of a main battle tank; the turrets wouldn't sit well with him if he were anything less. The floor cracked underneath his focused weight, though managed to support the hero for the time being.
When the clinking of grenades made themselves apparent, he bent on a knee and covered his turned head with an arm. The blast fazed him little, but the obscuring cloud did its job. With a swipe of his massive arms, he vacated the area of a small amount of cloudiness and realized at that moment he'd been painted with a red dye. The turrets began to fire up. Without hesitation, Neutro positioned himself before as many allies as possible, and as the bullets whizzed for them, his toughened body served as a living shield. Endless projectiles smacked into his torso, head and limbs, but he did not flinch. A few allies realized what he was doing and took cover behind him as best as possible, hugging his legs or hovering behind his torso. Listening in on Strix's proposition, Neutro took charge and made for destroying the turrets with some help.
"Stick behind me!" he yelled to those behind him. Neutro crouched low and kept his arms to the side, creating as much of a barrier he could to protect the followers from the hail of bullets he was already tanking. As the turrets were approached, closer and closer, their fire felt even more powerful, and Neutro almost struggled to inch close enough. He lowered his head and stuck his arms before it, shading from their barrage until finally...
Neutro reached out and grabbed on the turret barrels, still firing. With a simple twist of his wrist, the metal barrel was bent such that the machine was no longer operable or useful. With its gunfire subsided, his allies dispersed from behind him, flowing off to perform other important tasks. Neutro stood himself up and lowered his mass for the time being. Without the immediate threat of the turrets, he didn't need quite so much defensive capability.
When the clinking of grenades made themselves apparent, he bent on a knee and covered his turned head with an arm. The blast fazed him little, but the obscuring cloud did its job. With a swipe of his massive arms, he vacated the area of a small amount of cloudiness and realized at that moment he'd been painted with a red dye. The turrets began to fire up. Without hesitation, Neutro positioned himself before as many allies as possible, and as the bullets whizzed for them, his toughened body served as a living shield. Endless projectiles smacked into his torso, head and limbs, but he did not flinch. A few allies realized what he was doing and took cover behind him as best as possible, hugging his legs or hovering behind his torso. Listening in on Strix's proposition, Neutro took charge and made for destroying the turrets with some help.
"Stick behind me!" he yelled to those behind him. Neutro crouched low and kept his arms to the side, creating as much of a barrier he could to protect the followers from the hail of bullets he was already tanking. As the turrets were approached, closer and closer, their fire felt even more powerful, and Neutro almost struggled to inch close enough. He lowered his head and stuck his arms before it, shading from their barrage until finally...
Neutro reached out and grabbed on the turret barrels, still firing. With a simple twist of his wrist, the metal barrel was bent such that the machine was no longer operable or useful. With its gunfire subsided, his allies dispersed from behind him, flowing off to perform other important tasks. Neutro stood himself up and lowered his mass for the time being. Without the immediate threat of the turrets, he didn't need quite so much defensive capability.
I guess I should amend that by saying, "I'll be there if I can." I only just finished work for today, gotta go shower. I'll be on in a moment.
Rin said See, the thing about Vita is that Nonon is her wife. >.> <.<
I challenge Vita to a deathmatch.
You could call the authorities? :3
So, as it turns out, the chance to collab anytime before the early evening is no longer possible with my work schedule. I'll say that I'll be in the chat room at approx. 7 PM (PST) every night, and if you want to collab actively then tell me there. Otherwise I'll put in my responses to the collabs directly as soon as I can, whether you're there or not.
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