The beast dropped out of the portal and landed with a thunderous crash on the street below, shattering the glass in every window within fifty feet, including the one in front of Ahven. The hunter smiled as he pulled the mask over his nose and mouth, then began sprinting toward the building's edge. When he reached it, a single powerful leap would carry him far out over the street to land squarely on the Demon's outstretched left arm, and from there he would reach the monster's back in two quick strides, each step taking him farther than most humans could jump with a running start.
Once on the demon's back, he would anchor himself in place, ignoring the (presumable) impact of the large metal thing that had fallen, or perhaps been thrown, on the shoulder next to him. With any luck, the demon hadn't noticed his presence yet, and wouldn't until he made himself known via some offensive manner.
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Ok, before I post I have a question.
How exactly is Max hiding? Invisibility isn't one of his powers.
How exactly is Max hiding? Invisibility isn't one of his powers.
"Paige. Pleasure to mee..." The siren blared, cutting her off as the announcer began the countdown. So much for introductions. Still, she'd learned at least a little about some of her teammates. Amanda, for instance, was an asshole. A really powerful asshole from the looks of it, but still an asshole. Her and Nikki seemed pretty tight though, so there almost had to be something more than just two people who met and hit it off, considering just how different they were. What that something was, Paige had no idea, and at this point it didn't really matter.
What did matter was this godawful music that suddenly started blaring from some silver-haired girl that was casually skipping along in the wake of Amanda's headlong charge, uncaring of the effect the music had on her teammates. Or maybe she did care, and was really working for the other team. Either way, god that music is terrible! Who the hell even puts that on their ipod? There was something seriously messed up about that girl. Paige had heard Steven talk about psychological warfare before, but he'd never mentioned anything as cruel as this. What was even weirder was that the music seemed to energize Paige herself, loud as it was. She felt like she could run for days all of a sudden, like she'd just had a dozen energy drinks and was never gonna sleep again. This had happened before a couple times, mostly when she got too close to a fire or that time when lightning hit a nearby tree, but never with just music. Maybe this is the part of me that Steven thinks they'll be able to help me understand. Regardless, she wasn't going to waste this energy.
Without waiting to see what had become of Amanda and her reckless charge, Paige darted off to the right and through the nearest door in the wall, then made a beeline for the other team's base. She was fairly certain the other team would send people into the walls as well, they'd be idiots not to, but she'd just have to deal with them when they appeared.
What did matter was this godawful music that suddenly started blaring from some silver-haired girl that was casually skipping along in the wake of Amanda's headlong charge, uncaring of the effect the music had on her teammates. Or maybe she did care, and was really working for the other team. Either way, god that music is terrible! Who the hell even puts that on their ipod? There was something seriously messed up about that girl. Paige had heard Steven talk about psychological warfare before, but he'd never mentioned anything as cruel as this. What was even weirder was that the music seemed to energize Paige herself, loud as it was. She felt like she could run for days all of a sudden, like she'd just had a dozen energy drinks and was never gonna sleep again. This had happened before a couple times, mostly when she got too close to a fire or that time when lightning hit a nearby tree, but never with just music. Maybe this is the part of me that Steven thinks they'll be able to help me understand. Regardless, she wasn't going to waste this energy.
Without waiting to see what had become of Amanda and her reckless charge, Paige darted off to the right and through the nearest door in the wall, then made a beeline for the other team's base. She was fairly certain the other team would send people into the walls as well, they'd be idiots not to, but she'd just have to deal with them when they appeared.
Lol. Thanks. :)
Though I'm not sure I'm going to be able to continue writing John. :( Every time I try, it feels like work (probably because he isn't actually my own character), and also sub-par. I feel like I'm just trying to get him from point A to point B, rather than write a story with him, and that's no way to do an RP.
Though I'm not sure I'm going to be able to continue writing John. :( Every time I try, it feels like work (probably because he isn't actually my own character), and also sub-par. I feel like I'm just trying to get him from point A to point B, rather than write a story with him, and that's no way to do an RP.
He could feel the portal forming, feel the foul energies swirling as they coalesced into a gateway from one world to the next, allowing the demon passage. He could feel the demon too, though only distantly now, as the portal was not yet fully formed and his sense of the other side was clouded. He'd spotted the two on one of the impossibly tall building a moment earlier, and wondered what it was they were going to do from up there. They couldn't simply be bystanders, not armed and clad the way they were, and yet they'd chosen a vantage point dozens of levels taller than their enemy was going to be. Perhaps they possessed ranged weapons or magic and were planning to rain their power down on it.
Regardless, Ahven himself had chosen a much shorter point to make his perch, a mere six floors from the ground and on the opposite side of the portal from the other two. For now, he ignored them and focused instead on the portal and its hellish cargo, waiting behind the pane of sheer glass for the monster to make its appearance.
Regardless, Ahven himself had chosen a much shorter point to make his perch, a mere six floors from the ground and on the opposite side of the portal from the other two. For now, he ignored them and focused instead on the portal and its hellish cargo, waiting behind the pane of sheer glass for the monster to make its appearance.
@Lalliman: Skin with the hardness of diamond wouldn't have the brittle problem, assuming it still somehow functioned like skin.
@Vigild: Pretty much what Lalliman said, but diamond that isn't brittle is quite a bit more durable than anything else involved here, and you currently have no limits on any of his superhuman abilities. He could give himself diamond hard skin while simultaneously sticking to a wall and incinerating an enemy two kilometers away, at the same time he's smacking another enemy with a piece of straw that carries the kinetic force of a semi truck. Put simply, it's not what he can do that's the issue, but rather how much/often he can do it and the fact that it has no draining effects on him. All of the abilities (including the diamond skin) would be fine if they had sufficient limits placed on them.
@Vigild: Pretty much what Lalliman said, but diamond that isn't brittle is quite a bit more durable than anything else involved here, and you currently have no limits on any of his superhuman abilities. He could give himself diamond hard skin while simultaneously sticking to a wall and incinerating an enemy two kilometers away, at the same time he's smacking another enemy with a piece of straw that carries the kinetic force of a semi truck. Put simply, it's not what he can do that's the issue, but rather how much/often he can do it and the fact that it has no draining effects on him. All of the abilities (including the diamond skin) would be fine if they had sufficient limits placed on them.
Oh, whoops. I've only got the one character, but I'll add the name at the beginning.
Paige Wilson
This was a bad idea. Had been from the day she got that invitation. She'd been here for a day and a half and her stomach was still in knots. She'd never had to be around this many people for this long before, never mind the prospect of actually living with them. Steven had started slowly with other people, exposing her to small groups for short periods after she'd gotten used to just being around him, and they'd made it to the point where she could go to school every day and not have a breakdown, but this was way beyond that. She'd been standing in the back of the room just trying to avoid curling into a ball the entire time the others had been showing off their powers, which was just as well since hers wasn't really a show-able kind. Unless someone happened to have a knife handy.
Her suit was different from most of the others, lacking the armor plates and protective pads that most of them were sporting. Instead it was simply the skintight suit, and didn't seem to do jack-shit against the temperature. She'd pulled her dark hair into a ponytail for this particular session, better to keep it out of the way, and decided against her usual assortment of dark eye-shadow and lipstick. This was a training class, not a fashion contest. She'd have plenty of time later to put on her warning signs.
When the head instructor finally began to usher everyone into an adjoining room, this one much larger and containing several buildings of its own, she almost sighed in relief that he wasn't going to call her up and make her demonstrate her ability. She didn't particularly like the thought of hurting herself just to display her power for a bunch of strangers. Then again, she didn't particularly like the thought of being around a bunch of strangers. Steven had said it would be good for her though, that they could teach her more about herself and what she could do than he ever could, so she'd grudgingly agreed to accept the invitation. She'd been wishing she hadn't almost since she got here.
What's done is done though, and now she was stuck in a room with a bunch of strangers getting ready to storm a castle and retrieve a flag. It was actually a good thing, the prospect of running and climbing and moving again, and she hadn't really had any time for it since arriving. Maybe that was why she was so on edge. Moving always made her feel better, less tense and aware of the people around her. It helped her clear her head. When she was running, other people were just a part of the scenery, obstacles to be avoided and overcome instead of nerve-wracking sentient beings she had to protect herself against. Scenery couldn't hurt you (unless you screw up, but then it's your own damn fault), and if you ran fast enough, neither could people.
She took up a position on the second floor of the base Adam had indicated as hers, but still couldn't see over the castle in the middle to what the other team was doing. Go figure. Then again, that meant the others couldn't see them either, so she figured it was probably a mixed blessing. Beneath her was the metal girl, along with one that was talking about using insects to scout the opposition and a boy who could apparently break people in half. It was then that she realized just how out-classed she really was. If the others had anyone like this on their team, she'd do best to just avoid them all and keep moving.
"So is there going to be a buzzer or something when we're supposed to start?" The question wasn't directed at anyone in particular, and somehow she managed to keep her voice from shaking and her teeth from grinding when she was finished. She really needed to start moving already, or this was going to become a really long day.
This was a bad idea. Had been from the day she got that invitation. She'd been here for a day and a half and her stomach was still in knots. She'd never had to be around this many people for this long before, never mind the prospect of actually living with them. Steven had started slowly with other people, exposing her to small groups for short periods after she'd gotten used to just being around him, and they'd made it to the point where she could go to school every day and not have a breakdown, but this was way beyond that. She'd been standing in the back of the room just trying to avoid curling into a ball the entire time the others had been showing off their powers, which was just as well since hers wasn't really a show-able kind. Unless someone happened to have a knife handy.
Her suit was different from most of the others, lacking the armor plates and protective pads that most of them were sporting. Instead it was simply the skintight suit, and didn't seem to do jack-shit against the temperature. She'd pulled her dark hair into a ponytail for this particular session, better to keep it out of the way, and decided against her usual assortment of dark eye-shadow and lipstick. This was a training class, not a fashion contest. She'd have plenty of time later to put on her warning signs.
When the head instructor finally began to usher everyone into an adjoining room, this one much larger and containing several buildings of its own, she almost sighed in relief that he wasn't going to call her up and make her demonstrate her ability. She didn't particularly like the thought of hurting herself just to display her power for a bunch of strangers. Then again, she didn't particularly like the thought of being around a bunch of strangers. Steven had said it would be good for her though, that they could teach her more about herself and what she could do than he ever could, so she'd grudgingly agreed to accept the invitation. She'd been wishing she hadn't almost since she got here.
What's done is done though, and now she was stuck in a room with a bunch of strangers getting ready to storm a castle and retrieve a flag. It was actually a good thing, the prospect of running and climbing and moving again, and she hadn't really had any time for it since arriving. Maybe that was why she was so on edge. Moving always made her feel better, less tense and aware of the people around her. It helped her clear her head. When she was running, other people were just a part of the scenery, obstacles to be avoided and overcome instead of nerve-wracking sentient beings she had to protect herself against. Scenery couldn't hurt you (unless you screw up, but then it's your own damn fault), and if you ran fast enough, neither could people.
She took up a position on the second floor of the base Adam had indicated as hers, but still couldn't see over the castle in the middle to what the other team was doing. Go figure. Then again, that meant the others couldn't see them either, so she figured it was probably a mixed blessing. Beneath her was the metal girl, along with one that was talking about using insects to scout the opposition and a boy who could apparently break people in half. It was then that she realized just how out-classed she really was. If the others had anyone like this on their team, she'd do best to just avoid them all and keep moving.
"So is there going to be a buzzer or something when we're supposed to start?" The question wasn't directed at anyone in particular, and somehow she managed to keep her voice from shaking and her teeth from grinding when she was finished. She really needed to start moving already, or this was going to become a really long day.
Do I sense a potential team-up opportunity? ;) Though I'll be honest, that would hurt like hell.
Alright, edits have been made.
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