Duoya

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Jared tensed up heavily as the short girl rushed up to him, glaring him in the eye as she picked up the radio.

"We are not like them, don't ever stoop to their level."

Jared was still and not listening to her by this point. He was used to people yelling at him, so he learned to tune them out and shut off his emotions awhile ago. He watched as Aimee picked up one of the pistols and radios, before saying something into it and firing the P320 off. A distraction was smart, but was the facility so big that it had a "Hallway T?" And would the scientists even be fooled by the girl's high-pitched voice? Jared, however, kept these concerns to himself. He could feel the rest of the group glaring daggers at him for firing at the scientists, and he wanted to be sure that he didn't make any more enemies. After all, he was going to be this groups guardian angel, right? He needed to make sure they got out safely, otherwise he would completely waste this power he had to go through so much torture to get.

Jared delegated to simply standing next to the wall while the group made a plan, not mentioning his growing anxiety as they wasted more and more time. The girl who spoke with an accent walked up and began to examine the now patched up scientist, taking a scalpel and some of the medical supplies that they carried on hand. Jared saw a look pass over her face (Anxiety? Fear?) but thanks to years of little social contact, couldn't really identify the emotions she was feeling. He made sure to look as small as he could, trying to draw as little attention to himself as possible. The decision making he had in the heat of the moment seemed to aggravate his companions, but he couldn't tell why. Had they not gone through torture at the hands of these people like he had? Jared always thought that people were vengeful, seeking to cause harm against those that harm them, or even random innocents. At least, that was what people did to him before he went to prison.

This line of thinking was quickly broken as two guards passed around the corner. Jared quickly raised up the pistol as he noticed they were carrying firearms, but he didn't have the time to identify what type they were before the two quickly dropped to the floor. The Asian boy, Fuyuki, began to approach them, before slamming the guards against the adjacent wall, immediately knocking one out. What followed was a rather brutal interrogation, which briefly illuminated Jared's face with anger. Fuyuki was one of the people that looked at him strangely when he shot the scientists, yet he had no problem chocking the scientist with the use of his power? Why was no one stopping or berating him like they had to Jared? Realization quickly dawned on him, however, and he calmed down immediately - this was for information. Jared was fine about the fact that they were injuring the staff here, they tortured him after all. Even if everyone else wasn't comfortable with it, it meant a way out, and Jared was perfectly okay with that. The quicker they had an escape route and started moving, the better.

After being choked for several seconds, the guard uttered out "Go down the hallway...and turn left. T-There will be a door, leading to the main hall. You will find an elevator down to the bottom floor..." After this information was given, Fuyuki seemed to release his control over him, and the guard began to gasp for air. With all eyes off him, Jared quickly went invisible, rushed up to the guard and knocked him out with a light kick to the head, aimed at the temple. To everyone else, he probably just appeared to faint from oxygen deprivation, and Jared quickly scooped up the sub-machine gun, examining it as he did so. Heckler and Koch MP5, the most popular and used SMG in the world. Little recoil, high reliability, and can shoot upwards of 800 rounds a minute. The guard only seemed to have 2 magazines on him, not including the one already in the firearm. Shooting this thing at somebody for even 5 seconds would be almost a surefire kill unless they had body armor, and even then the chance of survival was low. Jared vowed to only use this thing if they were surrounded, storing it and the magazines in one of the pockets of his prison uniform, before pulling out the P320.

Jared then rushed down the hall, making sure that the others followed behind, only stopping to catch his breath behind corners before reactivating his power. Their seemed to be a surprising lack of guards (Maybe Aimee's distraction worked better than thought?), and Jared made it to the elevator before the rest of the group. Even the main hall seemed to be barren... They probably evacuated the scientists. leaving the guards the only people left. Finding the elevator shaft, Jared quickly called the elevator, being sure to have it ready to head down as soon as the rest of the group caught up.

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The smell of blood flooded Karada's nose as he bit into Lorken's hand, the metallic taste of the crimson liquid filling his mouth. He had bit deep, even feeling bone slightly, and the pain in the back of his head told him that he had made contact with Lorken's forehead. The elbow managed to embed itself slightly in the chest wound, but the hand that was firmly in between his teeth pulled outwards, nearly taking a tooth with it, and leaving a large cut across it. In the split second it took to remove the hand, Karada took a large gasp of air, savoring the sweet taste of oxygen before the same hand violently clutched his throat. Karada heard a grunt emanate from behind him as he was pushed onto the ground, slamming his chin against the hard concrete. Stars flew in his view and, had it not been for his training, he would have had the breath knocked out of him.

The hand never left his throat as he was on the ground, however, and Karada quickly deduced that Lorken had to be kneeling in order to chock him. Kneeling. Karada would have chuckled if he could force air out of his blocked windpipe, but merely settled for a sneer. After years of kneeling to his family, kneeling to his father, kneeling to anyone who was higher rank than him, Karada finally had someone kneeling for him. This jolt of excitement jump started his dazed brain, and he quickly formulated a plan. Lorken could obviously take a heavy beating with little reaction, and Karada could feel his claws digging into his throat. One wrong move and he would have his throat slit. Karada quickly went over his options.

Karada was physically fit, but Lorken was years ahead of him in that regard, so physically breaking his grapple was impossible. He was kneeling down, so if he suddenly rose to try and knock Lorken off his balance, it wouldn't accomplish much. Another headbutt? No, he was too far away, and would be expecting it. Karada soon began to silently panic. Karada blinked his eyes, and he was 12.

Karada had just come home from school, after being sent home early for starting a fight. It wasn't Karada's fault, or at least he didn't think it was. Nakai-kun lived in a poor household, and since he had a strength enhancing quirk, probably thought that it would be pretty easy to take the rich kid's lunch money. After accidentally breaking his arm against Karada's stomach, Nakai was rushed to the hospital, and Karada was sent home with a suspension. His father was, to say the least, not pleased. No dinner was had that night and, after several fists to the stomach and back, Karada was sent to bed. In the middle of the night, he felt a presence near him and a tight pressure around his neck, in a position much like the one he was currently in with Lorken. Karada panicked and, after flailing for several seconds, felt a soft sensation against his foot as the assailant yelped in pain. Calling for his parents, Karada was quickly rescued from the intruder, who was later identified as Nakai's older brother who had decided to get revenge for his injured sibling. He was arrested for breaking-and-entering, assault, and (thanks to his father's lawyers) attempted murder. He was arrested, and Nakai's family quickly left the country in order to escape the Fudosan family legal team.

It had already been 30 seconds, and he had nothing. Suddenly, however, a sneer appeared on his face as his only option presented itself.

Karada immediately threw his elbow back, aiming for Lorken's chest. However, as he did this, he also subtly pulled back his leg, before pushing with every fiber in his body and aiming his foot into Lorken's crotch. Karada didn't care if this guy was able to take a wound to the chest, a kick to the balls was sure to distract him. After the kick, Karada planned to push off the ground into a standing position and pull Lorken's hand off, before throwing a right hook into his throat, and seeing how he would like the feeling of not being able to breath.

@Zelosse

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Will try and post sometime tonight or tomorrow morning.

Edit: Sorry for being a little late, family wanted to have a 4th of July party. Writing up now on phone.

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

Shiina stood poised, ready to strike the second the Negari showed it's deformed physique around the corner, preparing to tie it in ribbons while Midori shocked the monstrosity. Seconds dragged on, trickling by like the sweat that dripped off her skin. Ribbons were hanging loosely, already at their maximum length, and Shiina was already about to launch them when she saw the hulking Negari (Who looked far larger when it was so close) tumble around the corner, flinging a car into a building with only slight discomfort. Shiina was just about to send the contorting around the muscular exoskeleton or negative emotion, when she heard a voice ring out behind her.

"Oh my, this is a large one. Once I have a good look at it, I can tell you where it will be weak."

Snapping her head, Shiina could see the form of The Ripper behind her, wielding two knives and addressing the small group. Shiina would have squealed in delight that her hero was there, speaking to her, if there wasn't a massive monster seconds away from smashing her to pieces. However, her voice inadvertently distracted Shiina, and by time she turned her head back to the Negari, it was already halfway across the block! ...But it wasn't moving? Straining her eyes slightly, Shiina manages to see Aegis barely dodge one of the Negari's legs fly past her head. Shiina prepared to use her ribbons to shield Aegis, but before she managed to fling her ribbons to surround her, Aegis thrust her right hand towards one of the Negari's legs, and in a flash of brilliant purple light, the limb she was targeting erupted out of it's socket, hanging on by a thread of starry-black ooze and dark meat. Shiina sighed slightly, happy that her new friend was safe and still had her head. To her side, Shiina heard Midori cry out "Thunder Cannon!", as a ball of blue light, so bright it hurt to look at, flew from her hand straight into the Neagri's side, more of the starry liquid pouring out of the fresh wound.

Shiina smiled sadistically as the monster cried out in an amalgamation of pain and rage. Midori and Aegis were incredibly powerful if they managed to take such large chunks out of the Negari. Shiina quickly lowered herself down from the building, deciding to play the support role. Just as she made it in range, she sent one of her ribbons into the wound that Midori had created, twisting the cloth inside of the creatures flesh before strengthening it and flailing it around inside the creature. The resulting wail turned Shiina's smile into a sneer, and she sent the two remaining ribbons to restrain the monstrosities primary claw, clenching like a vice. She had hoped to crack the creature's exoskeleton, but it seemed that she couldn't leave a mark. Shiina began to pant heavily as she poured mana into the restraining ribbons, whispering into the air the name of her most used technique.

"Gleipnir Crush..."

Ogata clutched the side of her head at the sudden drain of mana, swearing under her breath.

"Whenever you fight a Negari, I always feel like I should sign you up for an anger management class or something. Warn me next time you use one of your moves!"

"Not a good time, Ogata!"

Shiina knew that the ribbons wouldn't last long, especially after the Negari managed to flip cars with little strain. However, it only took a few minutes for her ribbons to regenerate, and they would heal even faster if she poured mana into them. The main point of restraining the Negari was to distract it long enough that the others could land a few hits in, and Ripper could find it's weakness. Eyes glaring, Shiina focused entirely on keeping the Negari restrained, only absentmindedly swinging the ribbon inside of the creature around. She turned her head slightly, watching Ripper in her peripheral vision. If her fan sites had anything to say, she had quite the reputation and a number of fans (including Shiina). You couldn't get that kind of fame easily, and Shiina wanted to see her in person - after all, you can only feel a shred of how strong someone is from video, and Shiina was excited to see what an experienced magical girl could do!

@shagranoz@Feyblue@Raineh Daze

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

@Raineh Daze
Sorry for not posting in a bit, I'll have one up in an hour or two.

CLOSED.

Simon Graham

Appearance

Location;; In his apartment
Interacting With;; Party Host (Clyde Harvey)

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The day seemed to meticulously progress as Simon hummed in his small kitchen, cooking a light meal. People always assume blind people are totally inept and unable to even cook for themselves, but Simon was a living demonstration of why that belief was wrong! ...Or at least was after the first few years of his accident, when he became used to living blind. The barely audible, practically silent hum of his echolocation was nearly drowned out as he continued to mumble the lyrics to the song he had performed at "The Casalingo" only a day prior, and Simon was mainly cooking through the use of touch and feeling for the proper ingredients. Echolocation definitely was easier than feeling around looking for what he needed, but Simon was was far more comfortable using his sense of touch. He wasn't completely used to his echolocation yet, and while the sense of nausea was nearly nonexistent, he still preferred to have a little more time before using his echolocation constantly. The water soon began boil loudly, and Simon quickly began to stir the pot of noodles, realizing that he was busy lost in thought and wasn't paying attention.

Several minutes later, Simon was sitting in his living room with the television turned on, slowly eating the noodles with a delicate precision. Simon knew that it was kind of weird to have a television when you were blind, but he liked to have it for the guests that came over. He only ever listened to the news anyways, but the only thing that was on any of the channels were alerts and damage reports on the vicious storm that had struck a week ago. Simon listened carefully, wincing slightly at the damage costs, and even more when the dozens of missing citizens were reported. It seemed as if the number of missing was growing by the day... Simon quickly reached into his pocket as he his phone vibrate, before pulling out his cellphone - an older model with a braille keypad rather than the touch screen of newer phones. Answering it, he heard the unmistakable voice of a trainer from his local gym, someone who often helped him set the proper weights whenever he went. Simon instantly recognized it as Clyde Harvey.

"Hey, what's up Simon? Remember that time you said you owed me one when I spotted you on bench? Well, the gang and I were thinking about throwing a party down by the beach, and it would be great if you came and performe-"

"Clyde, I kind of meant that figuratively, since you always spot me on bench. Besides, why are you throwing a party? And if it's down by the shore, how am I supposed to get a piano down there?

"It's a 'Survivor of the Storm' party! Everyone around the city seems depressed about all the people who went missing and all the property damage, so we thought it would lift everyone's spirits to let loose and have some fun! Besides, you can play guitar, can't you? I've seen you play at The Bus Stop, so I know you can! And Steve went through so much trouble making the flyers! ...Which just so happened to say that you were going to play at the party... hehe..."

Simon sighed loudly. He sure as hell couldn't be angry at the guys - they had helped him more times than he could count when he was at the gym, and they were throwing the party to make people feel safer in there own city. He was scheduled to play at The Bus Stop today, and he knew that Clyde sure as hell didn't have the money to pay him what he would normally receive for a showing...

"Alright, I'll show up and play a song or two. But next time, ask me before you make a bunch of fliers saying I'm gonna be there, alright?"

"You got it! Thanks again Simon, it means a lot!"

Simon ended the call soon after Clyde finished talking. Simon knew the Bus Stop's manager for years, and he was pretty sure that he would be able to call out today. The Bus Stop wasn't really a place that needed music to complete the atmosphere, and it could survive a day or two without Simon there. Slowly rising from the couch and turning off the television, Simon closed his eyes and focused, as Piano Concerto No. 1 in B-Flat Minor Op. 23 seemingly started playing from thin air. Simon smiled slightly, appreciating that his power could be used as a form of recreation. He enjoyed the ability to play whatever music he wished, without having to cycle through his countless CDs to find the right song for the situation. Making his way to his bedroom, he gently grabbed his guitar, before setting to work tuning it. Simon always enjoyed practicing before he performed, he felt it allowed him to focus easier, get in the zone. Simon strummed the guitar, mulling over the possible songs he could perform at the party as the sounds of Tchaikovsky's strings drummed in his ears. After several seconds, Simon smiled slightly. Yes, of course. That would be perfect.

A slight ringing could be heard across the room, before a clearly robotic voice chimed out. "2 PM." Simon briefly realized he had not asked for when the party started, and resolved to simply arrive around 6 PM. Simon immediately began to practice his chosen song, preparing himself to practice for an hour or two before he left for the other side of town, the place he had unlocked his abilities.

The Lights.

The Prophecy

@TheTwistedOne
I'm still up for this.

Palladium Academy (Yet another superpowered highschool rp)

Also interested, can't wait for the CS!

Elemental Knight RP: (IC)

Going to throw my interest in also

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

@VitaVitaAR
Sorry about that, I can edit my post if you want. I wasn't sure who was going to introduce them, so I took a shot in the dark.