@RavenTLark Well, The Collective doesn't know what Carla's powers are yet, so she still has the element of surprise on her side. The Collective may be swifter than it looks but it is also mentally unstable and doesn't always have the wherewithal to use its full potential. So it could definitely be caught off guard.
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Rambler scoffed at Gart's statement, but nevertheless pulled out his phone and checked the internet. Lo and behold, he quickly found the information he sought regarding Calamity and his actions in Davenport. "I'll be damned..." He hadn't thought that something so... obvious would actually yield results. Glancing back at Gart, he recalled hearing about a certain vigilante and entered another query into his phone's search engine. Before long he was staring at a website describing the Gamer Hero, along with a picture that matched the girl in front of him.
"I've been hired to keep Davenport from being destroyed. Which means stopping Calamity. I've heard about the metahumans who fought against him 5 days ago. If we want the same thing, I see no reason why we shouldn't cooperate. Strength in numbers, and all."
Rambler continued to watch the minions, slowly drawing his pistol from his coat in case they made any sudden movements.
Carla's words did indeed reach The Collective's ears. While keeping its lower body completely still, it bent over backwards to face its assailant, its back arched so much that its hair touched the pavement. A pale figure dressed in black with long raven hair was staring back at it.
"You contemptuous sack of blood! You dare interrupt m..." The Collective reared back its monstrous right arm, but froze in place before it could lunge.
"Wait, Mognag! Let me educate this poor little wretch!" Its arm jerked forward and back at irregular intervals.
"The bottomless chasm of my hunger beckons me forward! I don't have time for..."
"Shut up you bastard! I'm gonna do it whether you're hungry or not!" The Collective finally lowered its arm and righted itself, spinning around to return Carla's gaze. It seemed eerily calm as Ivory spoke.
"I do what I do because it's right. Because everything in this hell you call life is WRONG. Smiles are mockery, joy is smoke, laughter is rotting bones! Everyone in this whole goddamn world is completely wrong, and they don't even know it!" The Collective's face began to contort with fury as Ivory continued. "It's all so alien!! None of it applies to me! But it lets me see this cesspit for what it really is! And the only right choice I can make... is to KILL IT!!!"
With that it thrust its clawed appendage forward, aiming for Carla's chest. The vampire managed to evade the attack, but The Collective wasted no time in continuing its offensive. A gargantuan scorpion's tail erupted from its back, a segmented limb that resembled raw meat with a powerful looking stinger at the end. In a flash it snapped forward, aiming to impale Carla. Again it missed its mark. The Collective redoubled its assault and its tail lunged at Carla over and over, getting faster with every second.
"All of you are just food to me. But it's not your putrid flesh I desire. Your misery and sorrow is what sustains me! The chaos and death I leave in my wake are naught more than dinner scraps!"
"I've been hired to keep Davenport from being destroyed. Which means stopping Calamity. I've heard about the metahumans who fought against him 5 days ago. If we want the same thing, I see no reason why we shouldn't cooperate. Strength in numbers, and all."
Rambler continued to watch the minions, slowly drawing his pistol from his coat in case they made any sudden movements.
Carla's words did indeed reach The Collective's ears. While keeping its lower body completely still, it bent over backwards to face its assailant, its back arched so much that its hair touched the pavement. A pale figure dressed in black with long raven hair was staring back at it.
"You contemptuous sack of blood! You dare interrupt m..." The Collective reared back its monstrous right arm, but froze in place before it could lunge.
"Wait, Mognag! Let me educate this poor little wretch!" Its arm jerked forward and back at irregular intervals.
"The bottomless chasm of my hunger beckons me forward! I don't have time for..."
"Shut up you bastard! I'm gonna do it whether you're hungry or not!" The Collective finally lowered its arm and righted itself, spinning around to return Carla's gaze. It seemed eerily calm as Ivory spoke.
"I do what I do because it's right. Because everything in this hell you call life is WRONG. Smiles are mockery, joy is smoke, laughter is rotting bones! Everyone in this whole goddamn world is completely wrong, and they don't even know it!" The Collective's face began to contort with fury as Ivory continued. "It's all so alien!! None of it applies to me! But it lets me see this cesspit for what it really is! And the only right choice I can make... is to KILL IT!!!"
With that it thrust its clawed appendage forward, aiming for Carla's chest. The vampire managed to evade the attack, but The Collective wasted no time in continuing its offensive. A gargantuan scorpion's tail erupted from its back, a segmented limb that resembled raw meat with a powerful looking stinger at the end. In a flash it snapped forward, aiming to impale Carla. Again it missed its mark. The Collective redoubled its assault and its tail lunged at Carla over and over, getting faster with every second.
"All of you are just food to me. But it's not your putrid flesh I desire. Your misery and sorrow is what sustains me! The chaos and death I leave in my wake are naught more than dinner scraps!"
The Collective stumbled into Davenport, moving its bare feet slowly but deliberately, as though it was having trouble remembering how to walk. Though the block it entered was relatively untouched by the previous battle against Zelan, it was obvious that something was wrong with the city; the streets were unusually free of traffic and the pedestrians were few in number for such a large city. A handful of passerbys stopped to stare at The Collective as it shambled down the street, its snow white hair blowing in a gentle breeze.
It opened its mouth and a smooth bass voice slithered out, far too deep to be coming from a young woman's lips. "The wind brings me the fetid stench of mankind. But joy, for now I feast!"
A middle-aged man nearby screamed as The Collective's arm shot forward, extending by several feet to grab him by the head. The arm rapidly morphed into a thick monstrous appendage, its clenched fist sporting three large clawed fingers. With a gesture the man's head was crushed with ease.
"Hahahaha! Now they're scared! Reeeaallll scared!" A womanly alto voice sprang from The Collective's mouth, one that matched its appearance much more closely. As it said, the people on the street panicked at the sight of the murder and began to flee the streets.
The Collective turned to the building at its left, unhinging its jaw and opening its mouth wide, as a snake would. A thick ball of lime green goo shot from its throat at a breakneck speed, splattering on the side of the building. Immediately smoke began to rise from the goo, and several seconds later it burst into flame that quickly spread throughout the structure. Taking a few steps forward, The Collective gazed at the civilians who were retreating as quick as they could.
The deep voice returned as a wide grin twisted across its face. "Indeed, Ivory. Hear me, you sightless sheep! Let me glut myself on your pain! Let me kindle my rage on your broken souls!"
It opened its mouth and a smooth bass voice slithered out, far too deep to be coming from a young woman's lips. "The wind brings me the fetid stench of mankind. But joy, for now I feast!"
A middle-aged man nearby screamed as The Collective's arm shot forward, extending by several feet to grab him by the head. The arm rapidly morphed into a thick monstrous appendage, its clenched fist sporting three large clawed fingers. With a gesture the man's head was crushed with ease.
"Hahahaha! Now they're scared! Reeeaallll scared!" A womanly alto voice sprang from The Collective's mouth, one that matched its appearance much more closely. As it said, the people on the street panicked at the sight of the murder and began to flee the streets.
The Collective turned to the building at its left, unhinging its jaw and opening its mouth wide, as a snake would. A thick ball of lime green goo shot from its throat at a breakneck speed, splattering on the side of the building. Immediately smoke began to rise from the goo, and several seconds later it burst into flame that quickly spread throughout the structure. Taking a few steps forward, The Collective gazed at the civilians who were retreating as quick as they could.
The deep voice returned as a wide grin twisted across its face. "Indeed, Ivory. Hear me, you sightless sheep! Let me glut myself on your pain! Let me kindle my rage on your broken souls!"
Alrighty, I'll update my post in the Character tab with my new character.
I'll have her attack the city soon just to stir things up. Figure it'd be a good chance for new characters to show up and strut their stuff.
@RavenTLark feel free to jump in and fight her!
I'll have her attack the city soon just to stir things up. Figure it'd be a good chance for new characters to show up and strut their stuff.
@RavenTLark feel free to jump in and fight her!
I have an idea for a second character, one that's much more bloodthirsty and unstable than Odest, if you're interested. I dunno how many characters you want to have running at once. She'd be a villain that could show up and wreak havoc from time to time.
Though vigilant as he observed the masses of grieving people, Rambler lacked the magical skill to sense Zarr's actions and was unaware of his presence. His patience dwindled as time passed uneventfully and he soon left the cemetery.
As he wandered the streets searching for unusual sights, he began to notice Calamity's minions lurking about. He abruptly 'turned off' his senses of smell and taste. Immediately his vision was greatly enhanced; everything from the debris on the ground to a bug flitting about a mile down the road appeared clear as crystal. Rambler crept a bit closer to one of the minions and focused his gaze upon him, allowing him to see through its skin and peer at its inner body. It was decidedly inhuman, its inner workings resembling nothing that Rambler was familiar with.
Before he could begin tailing the minions he spotted another figure in the distance, a young woman in a dress hidden behind a partially demolished building. She was the only other person that seemed to notice the minions. Rambler had heard about the battle that took place five days earlier, and he knew that some sort of group had opposed Calamity's forces. He wasn't sure if this woman was part of that group or not, and his first instinct was to keep his distance and watch this scene unfold. But he knew he'd have to take a risk to get the information he wanted, so he slowly walked around the building and cautiously approached Gart.
Once he was within earshot he stopped. Rambler kept his hands near his weapons but didn't draw them, unsure of how this could go. He quietly spoke to Gart, his mask muffling his voice a bit. "I need information. The name 'Calamity' mean anything to you?"
As he wandered the streets searching for unusual sights, he began to notice Calamity's minions lurking about. He abruptly 'turned off' his senses of smell and taste. Immediately his vision was greatly enhanced; everything from the debris on the ground to a bug flitting about a mile down the road appeared clear as crystal. Rambler crept a bit closer to one of the minions and focused his gaze upon him, allowing him to see through its skin and peer at its inner body. It was decidedly inhuman, its inner workings resembling nothing that Rambler was familiar with.
Before he could begin tailing the minions he spotted another figure in the distance, a young woman in a dress hidden behind a partially demolished building. She was the only other person that seemed to notice the minions. Rambler had heard about the battle that took place five days earlier, and he knew that some sort of group had opposed Calamity's forces. He wasn't sure if this woman was part of that group or not, and his first instinct was to keep his distance and watch this scene unfold. But he knew he'd have to take a risk to get the information he wanted, so he slowly walked around the building and cautiously approached Gart.
Once he was within earshot he stopped. Rambler kept his hands near his weapons but didn't draw them, unsure of how this could go. He quietly spoke to Gart, his mask muffling his voice a bit. "I need information. The name 'Calamity' mean anything to you?"
Maybe you could have one of the former heroes go against Calamity's plans, but in a way that causes trouble for everyone else? Like they try to form a third party or something. Just spitballing ideas
Do we know exactly who's still here? Don't wanna try to interact with a character that isn't active anymore.
A heavily armored car sped through the streets amidst the wreckage of Davenport. The city had clearly seen better days; evidence of the battle five days prior lay all around. Buildings were in various stages of disrepair, and broken glass and rubble littered many of the roads. One block the car passed by had been utterly annihilated.
The car soon screeched to a halt. The driver, a figure clad almost entirely in black, turned to look at what lay in the back seat: a sniper rifle, a large duffel bag full of ammunition, a belt covered with various types of grenades, and a few first aid kits. Despite his arsenal of back-up weapons the man was a bit hesitant to leave the safety of his armored Camaro; if what he had heard about this city was true, there were more metahumans gathered here than anywhere else he'd ever heard of. He shook off these concerns with a resolute grunt and exited the car.
Anyone watching the man would likely find him suspect. He wore a black pinstriped suit with matching pants and shoes, a black derby hat, a heavy looking dark overcoat that reached his lower legs, and a charcoal-colored mask that concealed all but his eyes. His name was Odest, but no one called him that anymore. The few who knew of him referred to him as The Rambler.
Rambler walked down the street at a brisk pace, looking for anyone suspicious or otherworldly. If he was going to figure out who or what this 'Calamity' was that supposedly caused the Davenport incident, he would need to find someone who knew what was going on.
After a few fruitless minutes of surveying he came upon a cemetery. Hushed voices and wails of grief filled the air as multiple funeral processions were being carried out. "Unfortunate," Rambler muttered to himself. He considered using his ability to listen in on some conversations and maybe find out who was behind these killings. He refrained, deciding to give the bereaved their due respect. At least for the moment. Rambler stood near the entrance of the cemetery with his arms crossed and waited.
The car soon screeched to a halt. The driver, a figure clad almost entirely in black, turned to look at what lay in the back seat: a sniper rifle, a large duffel bag full of ammunition, a belt covered with various types of grenades, and a few first aid kits. Despite his arsenal of back-up weapons the man was a bit hesitant to leave the safety of his armored Camaro; if what he had heard about this city was true, there were more metahumans gathered here than anywhere else he'd ever heard of. He shook off these concerns with a resolute grunt and exited the car.
Anyone watching the man would likely find him suspect. He wore a black pinstriped suit with matching pants and shoes, a black derby hat, a heavy looking dark overcoat that reached his lower legs, and a charcoal-colored mask that concealed all but his eyes. His name was Odest, but no one called him that anymore. The few who knew of him referred to him as The Rambler.
Rambler walked down the street at a brisk pace, looking for anyone suspicious or otherworldly. If he was going to figure out who or what this 'Calamity' was that supposedly caused the Davenport incident, he would need to find someone who knew what was going on.
After a few fruitless minutes of surveying he came upon a cemetery. Hushed voices and wails of grief filled the air as multiple funeral processions were being carried out. "Unfortunate," Rambler muttered to himself. He considered using his ability to listen in on some conversations and maybe find out who was behind these killings. He refrained, deciding to give the bereaved their due respect. At least for the moment. Rambler stood near the entrance of the cemetery with his arms crossed and waited.
I think i'll just wait til the time jump after all. It'll be a bit cleaner that way.
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