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Primal Machinations - Ananze Vs The Clockwork Man

His metallic hand delved within his pouch, practiced fingers retrieving the two objects he sought with ease. They were both orbs, one like the explosive that he had so carefully detonated earlier to seemingly little effect. Whatever the creature was, it was immune to the concussive force of a grenade, or it was quick enough to outrun a shockwave, neither boded well. The other was of a similar make but of a different colouration, and he intended to use it very soon for an experiment of sorts. First though, he wanted height again, because the creature was rushing back down a tree.

Casually, he threw his explosive to his spider ally which it deftly caught in its mandibles. Then, he took a glance behind him and spotted a likely target for his grappling hook, which burst forth from his left arm, plunging into the trunk of a tree some twenty feet behind him and thirty meters up. He was yanked quite forcefully off the ground even as the creature prepared to unleash its little project, having worked on acid or the like, though it would find its plans initially scuppered by his hasty retreat. It could follow of course, but completely motionless and with even its clockwork innards briefly silent, the spider lurked in its path and out of its web, having found some hollow to hide within. The irony of that was not lost on the Clockwork Man, who might very well have smiled if he was not trained on the area before him and the creature that attacked him as he flew through the air with pistol in one hand and deadly device in the other.

He arrived with characteristic grace, detaching his hook and standing on a sturdy limb not far below the canopy, sighting a likely target for his second plan in moments. The tree adjacent to him, closer to Ananze. He launched the object in his hand toward it, activating the blades in time for it to cut deep into the wood and settle there, another piece of the scenery. Then, he waited a moment, tracing Ananze’s skittering path through the forest as best he could from his vantage point.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@Nitemare shape We're getting a new OOC thread for S2 aren't we? I'll wait until that's posted to post Hunter.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@MelonHead
Hey you, wanna be the first good guy Might meats?

@LeeRoy

I would if any of my characters were good. Hunter is not a good guy. Silence might be even worse.

Luckily I will one day introduce my ultimate hero, hurty healy man, but that is for another time.

Ruinous Conflict: Old Foes

Metz was waiting for the power to kick in. Internally, he was getting worried. It always hit instantly, that burst of energy he craved so much. Where was it? Where was it? It almost floored him when it hit, as he began casting his spell and Daniel made an immediate retreat, shooting ice at the ground to seemingly skate on it. No matter, Metz could see where he was going, and now he had the energy to do something about it. He finished casting even as he moved.

Metz had only sidestepped away from the fountain so he could get around it with some space, but Daniel had taken that as provocation to immediately retreat backwards while shooting ice at the ground. However long that process was going to take, presumably quite long as there wasn’t exactly any water on the ground to freeze so he was going to have to generate all the ice he needed, Metz could head him off. With his limbs buzzing due to the influx of mana and his muscles literally raring to go he quickly tracked Daniel’s movements and ran straight across the empty fountain. His steps carried him up onto the outer lip, across the centre structure and down onto the far lip at incredible speed as he headed Daniel off, leaping straight at him with enough force to drive him into the ground if his left elbow made contact with Daniel’s upper body or head. Even if he missed his target the rest of his body and its momentum would be crashing into Daniel’s side, and might still bear him to the ground.

Ruinous Conflict: Old Foes

Stumped again?

Drawn Innexorably Towards Confrontation

Fury looked mildly amused at that final comment.

“There probably will be. I’ll speak for you.” He walked away from the ship as Dunnaman chose to follow, secretly pleased the creature had taken him up on his offer. If he could turn back time, Fury might have well looked for some alternative to his problem, there was always another way. He had killed many to achieve his aim, but none before had bothered him like Kanitah. He had always been able to justify his actions, the ends and the means, petty talk. Regardless, in some small way aiding Dunnaman felt like making things up to a man he shouldn’t have killed. Not many get that chance.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Oi, anyone looked at Hunter yet? I want to introduce him when S2 rolls around, broaden my horizons past the 'sort' Silence associates with, lovely as they may or may not be.

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

Jonah lurked in the empty clothier just off to the right of the right-most window beside a mannequin. It was the second building down on the left after leaving the alley-way, and Shin would come to it quickly if he followed the logical course of investigation. Jonah, for his part, seemed to be waiting for him. His pistols were both out and trained at the window in front of him, his eyes were staring intently at the ground outside and it seemed like he was waiting for something. In truth, he’d chosen the clothier because it lacked a back door, Shin might break in upstairs but he couldn’t do it silently, there were only solid glass windows up there and they weren’t the opening kind.

Eventually, Shin would do something to give himself away. That was what Jonah believed. He had a feeling neither of them was leaving this town until business was settled so he could afford to be patient and wait it out. The first of them to make a mistake could very well be the loser of this little duel of theirs. So far, gunning it out all fair like hadn’t achieved much, so reverting to the law of the west seemed like a wise course. Shoot the other fella in the back.

Primal Machinations - Ananze Vs The Clockwork Man

Unfortunately for Ananze, he was huge. Or at least, much longer than the Clockwork Man. Trees serve excellently in obscuring humans and humanoids as they stand on two feet, keeping their profile thin, while their height is irrelevant in comparison to the height of the tree. Ananze on the other hand kept low to the ground but did so at the sacrifice of becoming far longer. The grass was not tall enough to conceal him, in fact, due to the all-encompassing nature of the canopy he had relied upon earlier there was basically no plant life on the ground due to the lack of sunlight. In other words, despite his efforts, he was shit out of luck below the canopy. Eventually the Clockwork Man’s telescopic eye would track his movement, spotting his unusual form amongst the trees he flittered between. And spot him he did, in the end.

However, the Clockwork Man’s own gambit required him to hide his discovery of the creature and feign disinterest in its presence. That same gambit nearly cost him, as he turned a corner, his left hand slapping into a nearby tree as he sped past it with the sound of splitting wood. Not a moment later acid was spewed from behind him, the caustic concoction slamming into the back of his jacket and sizzling there. He fell forward, and simultaneously an explosion rang out through the forest, throwing him further forward onto the ground where he caught himself with two hands, his metallic face rubbing into the dirt. Wood shot out in deadly splinters around him as the tree he had just passed, coincidently (or perhaps not) the tree Ananze found himself next to upon launching his acidic projectile, ruptured from the force of an explosion. Fire and force followed that blast, and Ananze would find himself caught within it.

The Clockwork Man’s jacket had melted away, or seemingly been cut, and beneath it the Clockwork Spider came to life. Its metallic shell had been eaten away by the caustic substance on top, but it seemed otherwise undamaged as its cogs and gears continued to wind, allowing it to leap up off the automaton’s back as he rose and into a nearby tree. The Clockwork Man, for his part, gathered himself, drawing his pistol as it clanked a second warning. He was donned in just his shirt now, revealing the satchel at his side and more of his unnaturally lithe figure, and he had learned something of the creature which pursued him. Next he would find out how it withstood explosives close to its location, and after that, he would learn how it experienced other painful things.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Did any of the GM's get around to looking at Hunter? I'm planning to adjust his backstory slightly so he represents a shadowy intergalactic organisation rather than inventing an entire space republic, but most of the other core concepts are still there.