Corporal Lance

Ascension

It's been a he'll of a week but I'll post tonight when I get home.

My life as an Anime Character

Change of plans, man. You're getting thrown instead.

I kind of god-modded a little bit, but I'll state that anything I did didn't really do any kind of damage to anyone. For the curious, I tried a bastardazation of a trip throw and a hip toss from behind. It's not really a move, just something I would've tried to send one body into another body, all moves I know from behind are chokes and the rest are variations of arm locks and takedowns. So I did the natural thing to me and went for a takedown, but all I really ended up doing was making you stumble all over yourself @Azura and make you lose your balance.

Since I kinda dramatically moved forward like that, let me know if I did anything that wasn't at least sorta okay.

My life as an Anime Character

I can hear the blood pumping in my ears as the first one walks in. Tall, must be twice my size and maybe my weight, white hair. Looks like a cartoon just like everything else. The worst part is he's talking to someone. This is gonna be a problem. I'm gonna get my shit pushed in. I wouldn't get into a fight like this even if I was... myself. At least not without a weapon, but I really don't have a choice here. It was either rush him, do as much damage as I can, and hope I can take the other guy or risk going down here. My body tenses up and my head leans toward him a little. I'm not sure what I'm doing here, but I'm going to try a sweep takedown from behind. Chokes are out, I'm not gonna get one off with someone behind him, behind me. Sweep it is. This is it. Here goes nothing.

I breath out in a sharp huff as I push myself off the wall. I must've moved pretty quick because by the time I got to him he hadn't turned around yet, but it felt like it took a few seconds to reach him even if it was less than half of one. I took three steps, then a stutter step. Even up my right foot. I swam my right hand up toward his face to try to catch him in the throat, anything that I could grab onto and use to inflict some pain, but my short reach didn't help me and I grabbed him by the collar instead. My left hand shot an open palm into his stomach as I maneuvered my left foot as far back as I could manage between the gap in his legs. My hips swung into him from behind as I dropped my weight, pushing on his torso with my left hand and tugging on his collar with my right. Pain shot through my still-sore wrist and I felt the weakness in it but I couldn't stop now. My tiny frame worked in my favor this time around. I could drop my weight a lot farther to the ground, and he began to roll over my hip. I shouted at some point in the throw, a desperate war cry, but I don't remember doing it.

But I fucked something up.

It all happened in less than a second, but it felt like it took forever, and then I realized where I screwed myself down the line. From the very beginning. I threw the wrong guy. I jacked up the throat grab. The move took too long and I was too small and weak to do it right. He didn't hit the ground, he just stumbled backward over me as he tripped over my tiny body. The guy with the silver lockes ran himself backward into the arms of a punk behind him, a little shorter, black hair with red highlights. Now I was cornered. I attempt to correct myself by following with a push kick that would've knocked the two of them down if I was my larger self, but pushed me back as I rebounded off of the guy's torso. But they were in the doorway. Reacting quickly, desperately, and pretty damn retarded when I realized midway through doing it that I wouldn't be able to keep them out, I attempt to force the door close on them. Maybe I was thinking I could slam it in their faces and lock it, giving me enough time to jump out the window or at least grab some kind of weapon. Maybe I thought that I could catch an arm or a leg in the door and break it by torquing it against the door frame. Either way, it doesn't work. They caught the door, and I put my full weight against it in a pathetic and futile attempt to close it as I grunted against the strain, wrist searing with agony.

My life as an Anime Character

I'm at work and on my phone but I'll have a response in sometime later tonight.

EDIT: By tonight, I mean tomorrow sometime. I've been drinking a little, I'll have something tomorrow.

My life as an Anime Character

The talking's still going on. It's in an urgent tone, but it's calmed down a little. I don't hear pounding on doors, so maybe they're not looking. Maybe they'll pass me by. Shit, do I have time to get a weapon? No, no I don't, and I don't even know if it'll help. What the hell could be dangerous in this room anyway? I made the better judgement not to grab any glass because that was some bogus movie special effects that would probably get my palms sliced open rather than help me defend myself. Unplugging the lamp on the desk would make too much noise, and the chair isn't the kind to pick up and hit someone with. Can't bar the door with a rolling chair. A smile twitched at the corner of my mouth as I thought of the grimness of the situation. Man, this was fucked up. Where even was I? It was too real to be a dream, I wouldn't remember the waiting, but everything looked like it was straight out of Adult Swim's Anime Saturday lineup. Was I really dead? Could this be what the afterlife's like? I mean, I always wanted to go back to Japan one day and I guess I could associate that with anime like everyone else does. Being a schoolgirl hunted in some kind of unkno- yeah, this was totally a dream. The more I think about it, the dumber it gets.

Unless... Unless I've completely fucking snapped. That makes so much sense. I wake up in a room that I don't recognize, I'm hallucinating some weird shit, and as soon as they heard me laughing it up in the bathroom people started looking for me. Orderlies. I've fucking lost my mind. But what do I do now? Do I risk the fact that I might be hallucinating and try to roll with everything like normal, or do I fight back because I might be dead? ...or does it even matter because I'm dreaming?
Fuck it. I'll figure it out once I'm sure that I'm good. If the orderlies storm in here and I take them out, I'll tell a half truth and say that I had a nightmare and I'm flipping the fuck out. PTSD, that sounds like it'll work. If I can confirm that something's trying to kill me, then I'll see what kind of damage I can do, but right now I need to be in a position of safety. I don't know shit about what's going on and I know that, I'll act when I find out more.

I hold my breath when I hear the footsteps. They're close, so close I can feel the weight of whoever's out there from the other side of the door. There are two of them, judging by the footsteps and the number of different voices that I heard. Fuuuuuuck this might not work the way I want it to. I can choke someone out alright, but nothing's going to stop the other one from ripping me off him.
"Let's go through this one. I've got a feeling about it."
That was close. That was either right outside my door, or the one outside of it. I remain still. If they don't hear anything, maybe they'll keep walking. I braced my weight on the wall, ready to react, ready to do something other than sit here and wait. Slam the door on someone's arm, run, take them down, something.

My life as an Anime Character

Let's see if I can peel some time out between getting my ass handed to me at Smash to right an anticipatory post real quick. Just give me a few minutes...

EDIT: The fruits and the flying gummi bears man... XD

Ascension

As her vision began to warp and distort, Hope drew her pepper spray and entered into a lower and more defensive stance with her fists close to her face. A little bit of panic began to set in. If she couldn't focus, her telekinesis wouldn't want to work right... but then the determination set in. She could focus, and she would wipe the floor with him. Hope was the determined sort, she didn't lose the ability to focus when things started going wrong. It just made her more pissed off and rash to act. Focus? Yeah, she could do that. Focus on kicking this guy's ass! If he was a psychic like her, she'd bet that he had to focus to do what he wanted too. Time to take that away.

Hope stumbled from the strike to the next strike to the back, and lunged backwards to turn towards the strike with her dominant hand. This time, she didn't throw another backhand. Hope held her hand with the pepper spray out, thumb over and palm open.
"You're not the only one who gets to fight dirty!" she growled, making the can in her hand the focal point of her aggression.
This is stupid. This is bullshit. This situation is fucked up, what the fuck kind of fight is this?! Of course this guy beat everyone he fought, this isn't even a real fight! I DO NOT have the GODDAMN patience for this BULLSHIT!!
Hope's thoughts rose to a fever pitch and she directed them toward the can in her hand. If she didn't get to see him, he didn't get to see either!

[Hope attempts to use her Telekinesis to cause the can of pepper spray in her hand to explode into a blinding cloud. Because Hope is angry, she overcompensates and uses 10 POWER to do this.

Because something is exploding in her hand, Hope is likely to take damage from this, but the gloves she's wearing might mitigate some of the damage.]

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Hope winced, but her instincts told her to lash out. As soon as the pain registered as a sensation she whipped around with her fist out, giving a spinning backhand and taking a quick step toward the source. Of course, she didn't see anyone there, but she was prepared to make him eat the imaginary brick if he was.

The pain stung her hot like burning coals, but sharper. It's almost like she pulled a muscle or something, but it felt like getting hit instead. Her breath labored through her mask, and the sound of her own breathing brought her to her senses. Hope quickly reached up and flicked on of the nozzles in front of her nose, activating the mask. It was a little harder to breath, but if this was some kind of crazy psycho gas then she had it on lock. Besides, Hope had a plan. That plan unfortunately involved enough tear gas to make Erosion gag, which she didn't have, but it was something close enough. Fuck. Should've invested in some basic damn gear.

"So what, you're the crown prince of cheap shots? Fine. You're not gonna fight fair, neither am I," Hope announced to no one in particular. If he was invisible, he wasn't gonna come straight out and fight her, that was for sure. She wouldn't if he would. But she remembered that bat girl was bruised all over and on a stretcher... sooooo his thing was probably disabling someone somehow and kicking the shit out of them while they were down. Hope could tell what he fought with wasn't natural. She would've felt a thump on her padded vest instead of the stinging of a couple hundred wasps. C'mon... C'mon... think, damnit! She'd get him talking. Then she could find him. That might work.

"Y'know, you can take a break if you want. You can take as long of a break you want when I put you on a stretcher and the docs have to cart you out of here, no big deal. Or you can just give up, that'd hurt a lot less."
Hope might've been taunting, but she half meant it. It wasn't gonna be pretty if she got a hand on him. Most importantly, she wanted him to answer. People answered to taunts. She knew that she would anyway. Alright, thinkin' time. He was invisible, but he had to be in the room. She could attack the room, like an area force wave or something. That'd hurt, though, and she believed that she could only make that work once without getting an aneurysm. Wouldn't do much either. But it might find him, and then she could rush him down.

She began to grow uneasy. Hope could deal with a fight, but just waiting for someone she couldn't see to pop her in the face so she could take a shot at him was torture. It wasn't fair. It was pathetic. Heroes were better than that, a real hero would've let her see him once before playing this stupid game with her. So that's the way it's going to be? Fine. Let's try Plan B. Hesitantly, Hope reached for the pepper spray on her belt. This was gonna huuuuuuurt.

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Lucky I took a break from my drinking to catch ya!

I'll be good with pepper spray, flexi cuffs, and a stun gun if'n ya please. I think that's pretty believable, she might get more shit later on, though.

Since I'm here, I'll go ahead and give a reply real quick. Let me know what Hope's stats should be and I'll track them, or you can have them up so you can edit them if you prefer.

Ascension

Still at work, on my phone, but just a few thoughts. Should we start tracking Health and Power at this point? Also, I've stated in my first post that Hope has a gear belt to supplement the fact that she's still very human, and I thought it'd be fair to work out what she has at her disposal. I mentioned a stun gun by name which gives her a fighting chance against anyone much stronger than her, and I want to say she has flexi cuffs, those zip ties that cops use to detain people. What else would be cool? I'm thinking she'd have similar gear to a cop that you can buy on the open market.