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A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

Surprised would certainly be his state, reeling away from the sudden flame.

Speed, strength, Pyrokinetic? Maybe a time-warper on top of that? Shit.

Still, he did notice that his opponent only exhibited such powers for a certain duration, due to the fact that his attack to the man's knee had worked. He recovered in time to see his opponent approaching. A teleporter was he, but he had to consciously decide to teleport, which took time, if only a fraction of a second. He staggered where he'd arrived, having taken a couple hits before his power took hold. He was in a hallway, out of sight. He wasted no time in hopping his grip of the knife to the point where it was only gripped between his thumb and the knuckle of his pointer finger.

Wound, or frighten? He thought to himself as his arm pulled to himself, and then began to flick out. He decided as his arm reached it's extent, the blade disappearing from his grasp.

The blade would whisk just in front of Mikkish's face, all but a blur as it spun past him, embedding itself in the wall by the pointed end of the handle. It didn't stick, falling to the ground a moment later. A warning shot.

A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

The butler's head was made a paste, and Blink's next few movements were practiced. First, he let go of the knife he was holding, hidden in his sleeve by the pinky. Second, while the knife remained in contact with the skin of his arm, he teleported it to his hand, his fingers wrapping around it. Third, he simultaneously leapt back and struck out with the blade. It wouldn't hit on it's own, he was aiming more to stop Mikkish from advancing further than to do harm. Following that up, he twirled on one foot, bringing his other up.

And then he was gone. Of course, he wasn't actually gone. He'd just, repositioned himself, behind and to the left of Mikkish, to be exact. He hoped the sudden teleportating to out of Mikkish's field of view would disorientate his attacker long enough that he'd be able to land his attack. Finishing the 180 spin, he struck out with his raised leg, aiming for the back of one of Mikkish's knees, hoping the sudden blow there would at least stagger him. Though, given what he'd fought and read of before, he wouldn't be surprised if the man's strength was enough to shrug off the blow.

A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

Blink was glad he had the scarf covering all but his eyes, but even that may not have been enough to hide his surprise. He knew his name, but how?

"Look. I don't know what you're talking about, and i've got as much connection to these 'acolytes' you speak of, as you have to me. Let the man go, if only for a bit. I don't want a kill order being placed on my head because i was simply in the same area as you when you kill him."

He huffed, and to drive his point home, he started walking away. Not that he wasn't paying attention to Mikkish, but he was trying to seem so. So that he could force the man into a metaphorical corner, so that he'd break the ruse, if he had one.

A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

Failure. Blink let out a sigh, that, or Mikkish was really good at improvising, that bit about the cultists was odd, though. Then again, maybe time had been frozen again. Shit, this was a bad idea. Either could be true, he had to guess.

Take the chance, get him to lower his guard, watch, try to figure out his goals? Don't take the chance? Attack? No. If he is the person who trapped me in time before, what i know is i don't know any limitations on his power, it's too big a risk, i'd provoke him and more-than-likely be left vulnerable as he trapped me again. Flee? I'd look weak, and again, there's nothing to suggest he couldn't freeze me again. Alright. Back to taking the chance...

"Alright, calm down." He said, holding his hands up briefly in a gesture to convey he meant no harm, "I was testing you, and you passed. You don't look like you know anything more than I do. Let the man go, his life means as much to me as i assume it means to you, anyway."

A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

He approached the mansion with an air of confidence, as he thought out his choices. It'd be smart to enter through the back, or into one of the rooms with the lights off, if he could locate such a room. Either way, he'd have to teleport to do it, and he'd only barely recovered from his last spree of using his power, so he'd prefer not to use it. That in mind, there was only one option he could think of, the dramatic approach.

It'd take a few minutes to prepare.

The doors swung open with a crash, Blink standing in the doorway, looking as confident as he could muster.

Dramatic. He'd call that a success. He surveyed the scene in front of him. A butler, maids... Ah, someone was out of place.

"You." He announced, giving Mikkish a look that was between a stare and a glare. "What do you want?" As he awaited a response, his hands fell back to his sides, and he stepped fully into the room, not bothering to close the doors behind him. If anyone were very perceptive, they might notice that his pinky finger was bent up to his palm.

A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

Just his knives and the like.

A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

The sirens were ear piercing now, and only growing louder, but he had what he needed. He wrapped it carefully in the plastic his ally had provided, and less-carefully stuffed it into the breast pocket of his jacket, making sure to button it closed. The sudden transition to the airlock, control room, and then parking lot below may have left anyone else disorientated, but he was just tired. He bent over, hands on his knees, as he caught his breath. The break in, the same route he took to exit, had left him with energy in reserve to keep moving. The break out in the same way had seemed to rob him of those reserves.

Still, he didn't exactly have time to rest, the sirens only a block or so away. He pushed on his knees, straightening himself, and then took off running. The moment he did, he caught sight of the first of what he assumed would be a number of vans entering the parking lot. He changed his route slightly so that he could earn another second or so before the van or it's occupants could bring their weapons to bear.

Just as the van pulled up to him, it's doors sliding open to reveal the squad of heavily armed soldiers, did he teleport again. Not far, just past the concrete and grass barrier that marked the edge of the parking lot, finding himself a few steps across the road. He continued running, stumbling a bit as his body protested against the sudden and excessive abuse. He didn't dare look back, giving himself three seconds to compose himself before he felt that they'd train their weapons on him again.

He didn't wait the full three seconds, finding himself sprinting on the sidewalk that had just been in front of him, headlong into the forest that marked the edge of city limits. Not that it meant much, those soldiers would follow him halfway across the globe if they had the ability too. He was more interested in using the cover that the forest offered to block their line of sight, and force them to disembark the vans, giving him the speed advantage.

He almost didn't notice the transition, stumbling into the clearing after catching his foot on a fallen tree branch. He made it a few more steps before collapsing entirely. Heaving for breath, he clawed the fabric around his mouth down to below his chin, and waited there, catching his breath, listening to the sirens.

Only then did he notice. There, weren't any sirens. He could still hear them blaring away in his mind but now that he listened it was only the echo of their memory. He stood, pulling the mask back up over his nose, and looked around. It was hard to see, when had it gotten so dark? He looked up. Stars? When had the stars come out? He'd attacked the facility in broad daylight, had he been running that long?Everything clicked, a theory taking place. He shifted position a few yards to his left and back, twirling on the spot, hand reaching behind him, under the jacket.

No one.

He twirled around a few times, hand on his weapon. Absolutely no one seemed to be around him. When he couldn't get the pieces to fit, he assumed he'd somehow been suspended in time for what looked like a few hours at the least. It would explain everything, he wouldn't notice the change of one moment to the next, while the world lived on without him. The soldiers giving up the search, or at least shutting off the sirens after his capture, the sun falling below the horizon as he sat unable to register the passing of time. But if he'd truly been captured like that. Where were his capturers? Where were the soldiers ready to haul him off to jail, surely the one who'd done this to him would be working for them. He peered into the treeline, maybe they had an ambush ready for him, but to what extent?

Then he noticed it, a building, looming in the distance, it's light barely visible behind the dense forest between him and it. He watched it for a moment, took one last look around, then walked for it, straightening his shirt and picking the grass and twigs from his clothes so that he'd be more presentable when he got there.

A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

I forgot a part of his abilities so i updated my previous post, it's just that he can also teleport things in direct contact with his skin. If it causes problems i can remove it again.

A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

Okay, i put a character up, i hope that's where you meant. xD

A Mansion in the Woods (Supernatural Mansion RP)

Name: Jackson Vincent Sterling
Alias: Blink
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Appearance: Jackson wears a simple, button-up black and white plaid shirt underneath a canvas jacket that he leaves open. He wears jeans, and less ordinarily, he wears a white shemagh around his head or neck, depending on what other head gear he may be wearing. He has dark brown hair that extends in length to below his shoulder blades, but wears it up so that it doesn't show from beneath the scarf.

Personality: Jackson, like many other superhumans, has two identities. His civilian self is laid back, easy going and hard to motivate toward an extreme of any of the emotions. His costumed self, is deliberately the opposite. Where he is laid back, 'Blink' is straight-backed, proper. He endeavors to command respect, or fear, from his peers while out in costume, acting with confidence even if he has none.

Universe: Worm universe, a universe in where superhumans are real. An OC from a 'fic i'm thinking of writing in that universe.

Abilities: Short range matter displacement teleportation. (wowaintthatamouthful) He has the ability to teleport up to a few car lengths, sending any matter where he arrives to the location he left. He tends to only use this to displace gases, as anything much more dense causes exponentially more grievous pain. He can extend his power through touch.

Items/Equipment: An M1911 pistol in an underarm holster, and three magazines. Two loaded with lethal ammunition, the other loaded with rubber bullets. A number of throwing knives are stored under the other arm, and a larger knife stored just above his belt on his back. He wears all his weapons carefully to keep them concealed.

History:He had his trigger event while he was a kid, but hid his abilities. He moved around the country with a family for a while until coming to rest at his current place of residence. Knowing that he'd probably grow old enough to leave and get his own place before the family moved again, he started putting plans into motion to create his own group of superhumans.