Horrid

Pokemon: Next Evolution

Henry's eyes were strained by the sun by the time he got to the bus depot. He gave a grunt of annoyance as he reached into his pocket and flipped open a small metal case, which opened to reveal a pair of thin, metal-framed, square shield sunglasses. He quickly donned them with a grimace and climbed onto the bus to find a seat. The driver began to squawk at him, "You're a trainer? How wonderful! You have a bit more of a mature look to you, sort of devil-may-care. Just your name please and you can take a seat." He sighed slowly before turning back in unison with Belle. "Name's Heinrich Irons, that all you need?" He tried his hardest not to sound immediately annoyed, and the woman nodded with a smile before directing him to a seat next to the window, next to that boy he saw with the Dratini back at the airport. "And sir, please do remember that we have a 3' limit on pokemon, so please retrieve yours if it is larger than the limit." He sat down and Belle came to rest in the breast pocket of his jacket, staring on at the woman with just as bored a look at himself. "2 feet here, it'll be fine. Belle's solid, probably punch a hole in this dinky bus before getting hurt anyway." He took a brief look towards the boy next to him. Yoshi, he thought he had heard? He gave a small nod of greeting, but didn't say much beside, "What's up," before returning his gaze to the environment outside, ready for the bus to depart.

Welcome To H.I.V.E

Molly flips her a long, thick curl of hair out over her shoulder and huffs slightly. Everyone has just walked off, there wasn't any prize ceremony or big announcer to confirm the win, she didn't even get to hear anyone's theme music. What was the point? It was all she could think as she exited the obstacle course room and walked back to the dorms to retrieve Vulcanus, her trusty hammer. She swiped her ID tag at the door to unlock it and it slid into the wall with a satisfying *WSSHT*. This whole beehive colour scheme was really cramping her style, but she had resolved to try and break it up as much as she could with posters and the like, once she found some to bring in. As she looked around, she spotted her target. Vulcanus was simply left where it was before, propped up in the corner of the room. The light seemed to skirt across its dark, metallic surface and get caught within, making it shine with a dull luminance. It was almost as tall as her, about half a foot shorter, from pommel to the stud that stood above the large head. The head of the hammer was squarish and flat on all sides, engraved with very angular lines, and almost as big as her head. With a smirk, Molly turned to walk back out the door and curled a finger invitingly at the hammer. With a quiet rumble of bass, the hammer shot head-first to follow her out the door before it closed and slowed as she grabbed onto it by the haft, near to the head. She held it as if it were weightless, which right now, it might very well have been. She thought to remind herself to thank whoever placed her room so close to the training facilities and walked over to a heavy bag before placing her hammer at her back, locking it in to the clasps there. As she checked the tightness of her hand wraps, she spies some others in the room, but not many she recognised and definitely none that she had spoken with. With a flex of her muscles, there was another soft rumble of ambient bass, and her hair seemed to become flatter and less lively in its movement. Her respirator kicked into action with a slow hissing as it re-acclimated to the gravitational conditions Molly was projecting onto herself. She was training a bit heavier than usual, feeling a need to keep up appearances after her dismal performance on the course. With a swift, but laboured step forward, Molly lays a right straight into the bag, twisting her hips just like Dad taught her to put something more behind it, but the bag merely takes the blow and swings slightly. "Jeez, these things don't play when they say heavy." She exclaims to... no one in particular, as she hops back with a grunt and swoops back in with a series of quick jabs. "Left-left-right-left-right-right-left-left..." She huffed to herself as she laid into the bag before switching it up with a hard left hook that lead into a back-spin kick, making the bag rock as her heel connected with a sharp slam. Breathing heavily and sweating already, Molly continued to lay in to the bag, occasionally looking to the entrance and around the room in case someone were to walk in or talk to her.

Digimon: Access Point

Alika was the first to sit up in the hospital bed, Falcomon draped over his legs as she softly cooed in her sleep, just as she usually did. With a soft touch, he laid a hand on her feathered tuft of an ear and scratched lightly, making her leg kick out. He surveyed his surroundings as Faye's weak kicking became squirming and finally consciousness. He was sitting upon a bed in a small, grey room that he recognised immediately as some sort of medical facility, but different. The environment was warped and strangely lifeless, putting his mind into a slow spiral of unease. Faye flipped on to her belly and hooted happily as he looked back down to her. "Fiiiiiinally, you wake up! I thought you conked your noggin' or something!" She giggled as she stood to her feet and strutted on the bed to stand directly in front of him, setting to work on brushing off his face with her feathers and occasionally clacking her beak. Alika looked on, as if in a trance, as she preened and groomed him. "Why didn't you wake me up, or at least TRY to wake me up?" She tilted her head nearly 90 degrees before hopping off. "Well you looked so peaceful and serene that I thought I'd let you sleep and stand guard." Her voice was chirpy and cheerful as usual, until she continued with a smaller, slightly embarrassed tone, "And I also might have fallen asleep too." Faye took a moment to scratch her face before pulling Alika from the bed in a hurry, chirping and squawking in excitement as he rose and stretched out his limbs to rid himself of the feelings of fatigue. "Well now that you ARE awake, I can give you this back!" She reached into her little vest to pull out a strange black and purple device that registered in Alika's mind as a digivice. He had seen some pictures before but not much more than that. He could only stare down at it as he was pulled by the hand, out into the hall by the happy-go-lucky Falcomon. The words she spoke were flying over his head by the time they exited the room, but what he did hear sounded a lot like '-other people here! Digimon too!' It took him a moment to snap from his trance and look up from his new digivice. Maybe these other people would know some things about all this. He merely followed behind Falcomon as she noisily went about grabbing someone else's attention.

The Metahuman Revolution

Magi liked the sound of that, him supposed to be a important person that is. "I wanted to know....if he still required assistance.." He told her. "Perhaps I can....be of assistance? I can...heal others as well...it is no great deal of effort.." Perhaps if he proved useful enough, this group itself could pay him for his services.."I have to ask....what is this place?.."

Shikaru

Vivian quirked her head and squinted at him slightly. She felt that this was a strange amount of questions for someone that just happened to be allowed in here. She coughed slightly into her fist and flashed dimly from her eyes and mouth, clearing her throat before speaking again. "Well as for now, he is fine. Would be best to just let him have some bed rest and he'll be alright in maybe a couple of hours. Dude heals quick. Not at quick as me, mind you." She placed a hand on her chest and took on a proud look, "You could help around by tending to the other wounded though. Everyone is hurt here. Just get them to a point where they can recover the rest of the way on their own, not to sure about that wishy-washy Merlin deal of yours so I'll have to watch over you during rounds, when I get back from patrol if it ever goes out." She moves to stare back into the patient room and grimaces at its current state before turning back to Magi. "Well, this is a base for the resistance. Don't ask me what goes on because I haven't been told anything besides what to do and who to answer to if I mess up. I just help the sick, buddy. Not trained to do anything else."

Welcome To H.I.V.E

Molly looks over to the fallen Jin and the very audible attempts to revive her with a scowl before looking back over at the other students and Co-Headmaster Jinx. "Well call me Madame Smash. Or Smash is cool. Champs is alright too." She ran her fingers through her hair a few times to brush out some of the knots before feeling her abilities returning like a slow ebb of flowing water into her head. Slowly she turned her hands on her wrists with a flourish, and was lifted from the ground ever so slightly with a deep, droning hum. As she ascended to around a foot off the ground, she quickly donned her respirator once more with a giggle.

Digimon: Access Point

I really didn't intend to write so much. I don't think my following posts will be as long but my goodness I didn't think is possible for me to write that big a post.

Pokemon: Next Evolution

'Stay out of trouble when you're out there, kid.' The words printed on the letter, the very last sentence, still resonated within Heinrich as plane stopped its slow crawl up to the terminal. This was his door to a new start, a new area. He folded the note back up and put it in the inner pocket of his jacket before he rose to grab his bag and sling it over his shoulder. A small shape in the seat next to where Henry was sitting struggled from beneath the blanket that had been supplied by the attendant staff. After a few seconds, the blanket just floated from the seat and fell to the floor, revealing a solitary Beldum, its red eye looking on at Henry without emotion before floating over to hover just above his shoulder. "Was about time you got up, Belle. You must have been out like a light." Henry's gruff, loud voice said into the quiet of the slowly emptying plane. The Beldum simply turned to stare at him before turning back, its blue body shining in the light of the morning. Henry merely huffed and pulled a smaller paper note from his jacket pocket, skimming it quickly to remember the instructions given to him by his uncle here in the Celo Region. "Maple Town, huh? Now, that sounds kind of boring to me, Belle. Not sure about you." The Beldum once again turned to him and stared emotionlessly. Henry could tell it found this amusing on some level, but it gave no tell. He merely sighed as they exited the plane, following behind a boy with a Dratini and another boy nervously clutching a pokeball. A bored scowl decorated his face as the warm air hit him. This 'adventure of reinvention' was already getting on his nerves.

Welcome To H.I.V.E

Name: Molly Truman Alias: Madame Smash Age: 15 Gender: Female Skills: THE CHAMP IS HERE - Avid wrestling and boxing enthusiast. Very familiar with a variety of grapples and holds as well as hand-to-hand combat. I'LL SEE YOU IN THE RING, BROTHER - Very skilled in the art of taunting, intimidation and showmanship. Sometimes leads to unnecessary show-boating. BEND BUT NEVER BREAK, BOW BUT NEVER SUBMIT - Possesses an unusually high willpower and tolerance for punishment. Powers: GRAVITY MANIPULATION - The ability to affect local forces of gravity. Can be used to create an environment that is heavier or lighter than usual Earth conditions or adjust an object's weight, give objects their own gravitational pull or expand gravity wells, flatten or compress objects, repel and attract matter in a similar fashion to telekinesis. This ability is limited to a very local range, from 20m at base power and 50m at highest power. The magnitude and pressure able to be exerted is also dependant on Holly's will to fight and survive. No morale means less power. She has trouble affecting objects much bigger than a dumpster, requiring more concentration and willpower. Equipment: A monstrous two-handed hammer of unknown metal. Extremely durable. Named 'Vulcanus'. A respirator attached to her mask, to be used as a focus to assist in breathing normally when local oxygen is heavier than usual. Personality: Boisterous, brash, bold and brave. A severe narcissist and sometimes unnecessarily crude in her manner of speech and general attitude. What would you expect from a 15 year old? A 15 year old with a penchant for WRASSLIN' that is. Molly is too much energy in too little of a body and as a result she is very prone to outbursts, either of excitement or aggression. Far from level-headed or strategic, she is fond of charging straight into the action and assaulting head on. Head-strong and hammer stronger, she has no qualms about collateral damage. History: Living in a household as the only female child is tough. Living with 9 other brothers is even tougher. Add being the youngest child in the pack on top of that and you have got yourself a recipe for difficult existing. This was Molly's home life. Only daughter to the semi-famous wrestler 'Behemoth', Molly lived as a kitten in a den of lions. Family life was first come, first served and it was always last place for her. Through all this hardship and strife, she learned to cope. She learned to hit harder, jump higher and be more ruthless than any and all of her brothers combined. So she likes to think, at least. In reality, she is just the one out of her siblings who took most after her father. As the rest went to pursue their own interests, such as the arts or sciences, Molly wanted nothing more than for her father to be proud of her. Eventually this vying for attention and reassurance drew her to theft and breaking and entering as the fight for her father's affections grew from performing a perfect form stomach-to-stomach suplex to performing the perfect diamond store smash-and-grab. As her father delved deeper and deeper into the world of organised crime, descending from the world of entertainment, she found that even though she was being dragged down with him, she enjoyed the attention she received on the news bulletins and in the newspapers. She loved it when she caught a glimpse of her mugshot plastered on an alley wall or a signpost. After much soul-searching (read: more crime and mischief) she realised that it wasn't her father's attention that she was seeking, it was her father's attention-seeking nature that she inherited. It was that time when she began operating more toward her own ends, serving herself and taking what SHE wanted instead of what her father wanted. Her hammer, 'Vulcanus', was found when she took it upon her self to raid an obscure museum. It was there, as the police closed in, that she discovered her abilities. That was two years ago, and she's been in and out of lock-down ever since. But now she knows what she's doing. Appearance: Molly is a lithe, agile girl standing at a height of 5'2". She isn't the biggest but she packs a punch bigger than most. Her voluminous hair is platinum blonde, almost white as it dangles down to her waist and frames her youthful face. Her slightly upturned nose sits below a pair of wide, vibrant green eyes that seem to smile just as much as her mouth. Her costume consists of a spandex crop-top and pants. On her feet are wrestling boots and her hands are covered in wraps of what looks like gauze. For her face, she wears a wrestling mask with the top cut off to expose her hair under what looks like a painting respirator. The overall costume has a colour scheme of purple and gold, with a bit of black thrown in. Other: H.I.V.E Five.

Welcome To H.I.V.E

Also is the accepted character list going to be updated?

Welcome To H.I.V.E

Molly rolled from the floor and took a series of deep breaths to slow her heart and lungs to calmer levels. She dusted off her costume quickly and shook out her luxurious, waist-length platinum curls before standing with her hands on her hips. She quickly removed her respiration mask to kiss her biceps and flex. Her spandex mask covered her face in a pentagonal shape except for the area around her mouth, the apex of the pentagon starting in the middle of bridge of her nose. She huffed a few more breaths before laughing breathlessly, "Hope y'all had fun, because I sure did. Wasn't no hell in the cell or a jewellery store job, but it certainly did well to get my ticker pumpin'." She rolled her shoulder and it came back with a solid click, causing her to sigh with relief before standing up straight, one hand at the respirator dangling from her neck. "I'm assuming y'all already know each other, right?" She said to the other students present.