Horrid

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Molly saw that everyone was occupied, with the ash clouds and the noise and just everything rushing around, serving to confuse even her. She hoped that her blast towards the enemy team had affected them in a lasting, disruptive fashion and resolved that she would hold down the fort for her team as they ran around dealing with the others. The enemies didn't seem to have noticed her coming up here, so it was the perfect opportunity for her. She flexed her biceps and back as the air grew heavier around her, her respirator already dealing with the ash and dust, now filtering oxygen correctly for her to breathe as she altered the gravitational fields around her body, as close to herself as she could. She felt her long, curly hair become straight and heavier and her body growing heavier as if she were gaining pounds on the spot. She had anchored herself to the ground, but had only shifted her gravity to the point that she could still move, although her movements were laboured and sluggish, but she was still prepared should anyone begin an assault on her as she looked around the peak of the pyramid for some sort of rope or chain to throw to her team-mates.

The Metahuman Revolution

Is the raid going to still happen?

Pokemon: Next Evolution

Pretty much waiting for the bus to head to Maple.

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Molly took the initiative of the newly appearing ash clouds and the lack of focus on her as a sign, and bolstered her resolve to move forward. With step after cautious step, she advanced slowly, reaching the peak relatively unseen by the opponents under the cover of the clouds. In the back of her mind all she could hear was, 'Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving.' as she trudged to the top and stopped. There were others up here, others not on her team. Getting points for their team. That needed to change. With a quick leap into the air, Molly brought her fists down onto the ground and unleashed a wave of force upon the opposing team, desperate to go on the offensive now instead of cowering behind defenses. There was a high-pitched whine that transitioned into a full, machinelike sound as a wave of warped air flew forward like a wave rushing to the shore, aiming to sweep or disturb the others on the peak that weren't on her team.

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Molly sees the shadow wall bearing down on her team as well as the piercing, horrid noise coming from Dimitri that made her stomach swim with nausea. She could only grimace as she began to feel sick, either she was going to be flattened and become a new red smear on this lovely pyramid, or she was going to puke or do something worse to make a different coloured smear on the pyramid. With a growl, she scooped up a collection of the small beads that James made into one hand and attributed a weak gravitational pull to a few of them, causing a very uniform ball to be formed. With a twist of her other arm, she made another in the other hand, letting down her field to concentrate her power on the metal spheres she now held. She looked back to her teammates with a grimace and shouts, "Anyone think they can stop that wall? I ain't built for this, and I don't have my hammer!" Her voice was wavering, slightly surprised. With a grunt and a great leap, she lifts herself into the air for but a second, enough to clear the wall just barely, as it clipped her foot and sent her spinning to the ground. It was a second later that she noticed the hole that Ariella had made and kicked herself for it. As she recovered, she took aim at both Dimitri and James, and with a flex of her fingertips, sent two balls of metal beads hurtling towards them at a speed slightly slower than that of a baseball pitching machine, intending to knock them back and break Dimitri's concentration on his sound.

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Molly wipes her face clean before getting up and advancing slowly after Shane and Ariella, staying behind to support in case something goes squigly and someone falls. From the looks of those tiny balls headed towards them, that was about to become a very real possibility. Seeing that Shane had already moved to a place relatively unaffected by the small bead, she resolved that it was time to match speed and move up. She stumbled a bit as some beads rolled beneath her feet before falling hard. She growled angrily, just about fed up with all of this and with a great clap of her hands, that same low rumble emanated from her body as she created a conical wall of push force around her to redirect the balls to go AROUND where she was standing. She then pushed herself to her feet, face and nose beginning to get warm, and advanced forward in an attempt to push her way to the top of the pyramid as quickly as possible. The shadowy strings served to slow her down significantly, but she pushed on as well as she could, stumbling and bumbling but keeping her field up to avoid the worst of it.

Supernatural on Adventure

A woman sat down on a rock, stripped down to just a tunic and some cloth pants as she panted and heaved breathlessly. Every muscle burned in her body as she checked on her platemail and pack to see if they had survived the journey here. Behind her laid a splintered wreck of a raft, and a pair of snapped oars. She could only breath heavily as she checked on her gear, unsheathing her sword to check the blade and looking over the surface of her shield to check for any warping made by her sudden crash landing upon the rocks she now sat upon. Water dripped from her soaked frame and short hair as she stood up and stretched out her legs and arms, olive skin glistening in the sun. Maybe she'd find some glory on this island, monsters to slay or people to save. She offered a small prayer to the god of the water as she walked down closer to the water and dipped her hands into the slowly lapping waters that beat against the little rocky outcrop she was kneeling on. She could feel the waters almost caressing her knees and hands in reply, and she sighed in contentment. Then she rose to return to her pack and equipment, sitting down in the sun where she had been previously, her feet in a small pool of water. 'I should get away from this sea air, it'll rust out my equipment quick.' She thought to herself and she lifted her pack and platemail, equipment belted to her to make her look like a very well-armed peasant. Slowly she grunted and trudged her way inland, until she found herself away from the salty sea air and the smell of the water.

Supernatural on Adventure

Kind of a strange coincidence that I show up as there are hunter humans mentioned.

Supernatural on Adventure

So uhhh, where does one start here?

Supernatural on Adventure

Priscilla Name: Priscilla Nickname: Cil Age: 25 Gender: Female Powers: Very, very, very lucky. Very. Able to wield anti-magic. Can get extremely tired out by this act as it draws from her willpower directly. Revolves around the idea of disrupting a beings link to magic, protecting the user from magic or interrupting spells in some way. Highest level of use can stop spellcasting in an area for a short time, but runs the risk of harming the user. Can only cast anti-magic after she has absorbed some magic, be it from taking a hit from an enchanted weapon, weathering some lightning or wading through a dragon's breath. Its like eating for her, she can't do it too much or else she risks hurting herself. Species: Human. 100%. Crush: None. Relationship: A family she has almost forgotten. Spouse: None. Children: None. Personality: A very snarky woman, prone to taunting those that cross her or making a jest at their expense. Usually very friendly, but not above suspicion and wariness when it comes to meeting new people. A simple woman in habits and tastes, but not in thoughts. She would rather sit and watch the river roll by than ford its depths to get to the other side. Always one to look for the easy way out, she isn't diligent in anything save for her training and her survival. She prefers to travel alone, or at least that is what she tells people. History: Priscilla was once a god-fearing little girl, in a small river village with no name. Well, it had a name. It was named Mudbank, but she either preferred that it had no name or did not remember it had one in the first place. She was raised in a small hut near the village chapel, and as a result, she went to the sermons everyday to pay reverence to her god. Their god was a water god, said to bring them the rains and flows that brought fish and helped the crops to grow. That year, the crops hadn't grown, and the fish hadn't come, because the people were not devout enough. The pastor said that she wasn't devout enough. She had prayed every night that year, and the gods in the water still hadn't seen her as devout. She heard that there were still tithes to be paid, belongings to be offered and so the waters wouldn't flow. This made her confused, but she stayed vigilant through the tough years. The water god kept them fed, kept them happy and kept them safe from the horrors of the night... right? It wasn't until the village was raided by a relatively small swamp dragon that she completely lost the faith. Just like that, her belief was shattered. The water god didn't come to help them, didn't come up from the deep to strike this creature down. It just ran amok, devouring people and burning down homes. It even got to her home, and still no sign that the water god would help. No sudden rains, no giant floods, no water elementals like in the old tales. Nothing. The only saving grace was found when a band of rugged men and women came to combat the thing, saying that they had been tracking it for weeks. They made quick work of it. They stayed for a while to help the village rebuild. They even found out that the pastor had dammed up the river mouth, and was letting water through as he pleased. That year the fish and the crops were plentiful. The water god did believe that they were devout enough, but he was being suppressed by man. Her belief had been shattered by a mere man, and that made her mad. She took up praying to the water god once more, everyday by the river and she could have sworn she saw the water moving towards her. When it came time for the band of warriors to leave, after a few weeks of helping and hunting other horrors near the village, they said their goodbyes and departed. Slayers, they called themselves. Priscilla bathed in the river that day, and offered a final prayer, before stowing away on their equipment cart. She was 13 then. She convinced them to take her in. To train her. She wanted to help them fight the injustices of the world. They took her in, and found she had a gift. A gift for magic, or rather, a gift for dealing with magic. She ate it as if it were fish and bread, and stopped it in its tracks moments later. For years she trained, both her body and her ability, until she could best almost every person she had lived with the past decade or some such. Then she ventured out on her own, as a solitary Slayer, to just... solve problems. Maybe even find her way back home. Other: She can't read or write. Let the games begin.