Horrid

Supernatural on Adventure

Putting a hand up and taking on a defensive posture, Priscilla laughed as she spoke. "Okay, don't mind me. Just that you looked like you were a local, and I have no idea what the locals look like here." She looked around at the beach, the tree-line and finally at the others. It was obvious that on closer inspection, these 'children' weren't entirely of human descent. That put Priscilla on edge, given her profession. If anyone actually recognised her as a Slayer, she might have some major trouble on her hands. Her smile drooped slightly and she spoke with less cheer in her voice. "Well I'm on the trail of this thing, so if you see something, say something. No scaly bastard gets away from me twice."

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A mischievous smile came to Molly's face as she destroyed the ground the was being pulled into more and more, attempting to drive out her shadowy opponent within. The smiles all came to a halt when she felt something collide with the back of her skull, the force almost equivalent to that of a sledgehammer. She had raised the intensity of her local gravity, which meant that anything entering now carried additional weight and in turn, additional force behind any strike enacted within the small field she had erected. The last thing that Molly saw was the ground around her compressing further before her ears were filled with a deafening crack, and she felt a warmth seeping from both the back of her head and her face. The scenery around her went dark as she fell limp, gravity around her returning to normal as she lost consciousness, blood seeping out of an open wound on the back of her head and colouring her platinum blonde hair a dirty brownish-red.

Supernatural on Adventure

Priscilla strode up to those already present with a cocky smile on her face, armour clanking and shifting as with each step. As she stopped a few meters away and placed a hand on her hip, the other hand through one of the loops of her belt as she looked over her shoulder to check for any potential ambushes. Her voice was girlish, but gruff as she spoke. "Uhhh, I'm not exactly a local to these parts, so I was wondering if you had seen a dragon around these parts? About yay high," She says as she points to an indeterminate height above her, "It's got big nasty teeth, brown scales, bad breath and a worse attitude." She eyed up the very defensive triplets and could smell the scent of corruption from somewhere nearby. "See anything like that?"

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Molly hit the ground hard and felt the air leave her lungs quickly. Her heavier mass caused her to make an indentation in the ground, like a bowling ball dropped into sand. She would have been immovable to even herself had her concentration not been broken by the sudden whipping and pulling. She felt herself get lighter but she was still tethered to the floor by this shadowy apparition of a girl. It made her blood boil that she was essentially in a submission hold and being made to tap out. But that it when an idea struck her, or rather, the idea of striking something struck her. With the whip around her midsection, she was free to move her arms once more. Slowly she began to slap the ground she was laying on her, each strike becoming heavier as she repeatedly increased and decreased the gravity around her arms as they went up and down. The ground cracked and tremors quaked the ground as she began to crack and splinter the ground beneath her, throwing dust and debris into her face. "Can't be a shadow on the floor if the floor is all pieced up. Ever seen your reflection in a broken mirror?"

Supernatural on Adventure

Priscilla rose to her feet and watched as a wall of ice exploded on the beach not to far from where she was sitting. She sighed, only a little while spent on this island and she had already found people, well... people as far as she could tell, that looked like they were going to cause her some trouble. She raised her large, round shield nonchalantly as shards of frost and ice bounced off of it in a light shower. She felt one or two bigger chunks collide with the shield too, but kept her cool as she sheathed her hand-and-a-half blade and reached around to hang her shield from her back. This ice felt like a harsh reminder of the water god's will, and made Cil frown slightly before giving a quick prayer and checking her armour to make sure it was secure on her body. The others here seemed to be far too young to be out on their own. She momentarily thought of herself at their ages. Still learning to lift a blade properly and struggling to control her gifts. A scared little girl with no home and no experience. She had come a long way, and she was itching to prove that to herself. She walked slowly over to the other inhabitants, wary of any sudden movement or aggressive actions. It appeared that a showboating contest was going on, with the various inhabitants laying all their cards on the table from the get-go. A bad move in Cil's mind. She'd rather let people see her as a lone swords-woman and nothing more to begin with. Never know who is out to get you.

The Metahuman Revolution

Screams were what she was woken by, the screams of men, women and children as further sounds of gunfire and yelling erupted from deeper within the complex. Vivian remained still for a moment, having trouble comprehending exactly what was going on in her sleep-induced stupor. It took all of two seconds of continuous gunfire for her brain to fire into panic mode. They were under attack. They had been found, and now they were under attack. This was shaping up to be the worst day ever, first she loses her job, now she might lose her life. Vivian couldn't even manage to chuckle at her own humour as she leapt from her seat in front of the television and sprinted to the hospital wing of the complex, avoiding whatever gunfire and combat that she could. She had to get to the patients and help with transferring them, if that was even under-way yet. As she ran and ducked and dodged through the complex, she knew that recent events had lead up to this in some way. Wolf being brought in, Magi coming in shortly after, lead by a bloody trail, and now this. It was all linked to her, and now that innocent, injured people's lives were in jeopardy, she couldn't help but think that there was some blame to be attributed to someone here. She rounded a corner and squeezed herself between a patient's gurney in the hallway and the wall, barely fitting through as she cursed her wide-bottomed frame. The medbay was alive with people running around, like ants on fire, no one stopped to tell her what was up and that drove her towards the clerical staff at the front desk. Though rushed and panicked, she was told that everyone is taking custody of a patient to see over their moving. The older woman at the desk cracked a friendly smile, shaky as it was, as she recognised Vivian and began to speak on both the phone and to her. "You've been -- Yes, yes I'll tell her right away. Viv, you've been assigned to that Wolf character. He's a new patient, so he's not high on the list at all. You'll... you'll be here for a while. You know the drill, you've been trained for this." Vivian nodded at her and tried to push through the crowd to get to her patient and do whatever she could to help. An arm stopped her, the same woman was looking at her urgently. "I left something between the mattress and his gurney. You're going to be here for a while, so make it count. Get out alive." She shook Vivian's hand as she almost ordered her to live. Vivian only nodded and went back to wading through the crowd, making it to the gurney with Wolf on it as the other personnel got to work moving the patients in quick order. She took a seat next to the bed and looked at Wolf with a slight grimace, disdain building as she slowly reached beneath his mattress. Her fingers met cold metal and angular shapes. The very feeling of it terrified her as she pulled out a gleaming silver handgun and held it in her hand. It was heavier than she had imagined and she could only guess that was because it might be loaded. She hoped it was, but at the same time she didn't want to even touch it. She fixed the problems things like this caused, she wasn't supposed to make more problems with them. As wrong as it felt, she sat down in the chair beside Wolf's bed, investigating the gun further before just simply staring at it. Staring at it in her lap and waiting for her turn to move her patient.

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"Oh no, no help this time." Molly growled through clenched teeth as she grabbed at the shadow rope with both hands, a slow and strained process in its own right, before using it as a conduit to project her powers. She could feel her nose getting warm once again as she concentrated, but a quick wipe confirmed that it wasn't bleeding again as she focused her power into the centre of the shadow rope. She concentrated on gathering energy as she pulled the rope taut, attempting to use what amounted to a small gravimetric pulse to snap the rope and send Violet wheeling back with all the force she was using to pull at her.

Achievers

Each crack of a landing blow made her smile and laugh a bit more, her mouth curled up into a dimpled smile before disappearing completely as she felt her fist stop for a moment, then strike hard earth and make an indentation. This beast was far from stupid, and that was all she could hear herself thinking as her body lurched forward with the strike and she was swept to the side, head colliding with the earth solidly as she rolled. On the ground, she lay dazed and confused for a moment, until he returned into her vision as he flipped over to reverse the situation. She felt more streaks of hot pain as her head was jerked to the left by his swipe and growled in pain. His strikes were quick and deadly, but he had put himself in a situation where speed mattered nothing. Careless. She moved in the short lull left by him striking her, and lifted herself to deliver a quick headbutt into his flat, catlike nose before driving her fingers into the ground and trying to pull herself out of his grasp. If she wriggled out in time, she could lift her legs and move him away with either a swift push with her legs or a great kick, depending on his distance at the time.

Supernatural on Adventure

Priscilla had set to work on shining her armour and sharpening her blade with her back in the hollow of a tree. A long, tiring process but worth it nonetheless. She ran the rag over her pauldron once, twice and a third time to make sure she had wiped the salt from it and it took on that familiar metallic sheen that dimly reflected the sun. She had begun to don as much of the armour as she shone, but it was a long, long process. She had been at it for a while now, shining and then putting on the various bits of armour she had. As soon as she was fully dressed, she set to work on slowly pulling a whetstone down her blade as she looked around for any signs that there were others around, other people to talk to or save from peril.

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The kick collided with Molly's abdomen and pushed her back a step, but due to her increased gravity, she didn't budge much. She smiled at Violet as she grabbed at her leg and shook her head. "Not this time, girl. This is for throwing that wall at me." With a great growl and an immense amount of force, she twisted her torso and tried to use the centrifugal force to whip Violet around to the side and throw her toward the edge of the peak and down the side of the pyramid. Though she was very experienced in the art of using one's weight against them and grappling in general, she figured that a little help never hurt, and with a flex of her muscles and a push of her hands, she attempted to lower the gravity in the air she was occupying to send her flying further and leaving her with less chance to recover immediately. Off to the side she saw her team struggling to the top. "Y'all need to just get up here and help me clean up!"