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Dead Head


”Spit Fire”





Asher was surveying the room for his next target and taking in the state of his associates when the flashbang went off in a blinding cacophony of light and sound. Of course Asher caught the full brunt given his wide view of things. Briefly incapacitated he quickly ducked low to the ground and threw a hand up to cover his head whilst instinctively hardening his skin. Unable to see or hear while being out in the open wasn’t Asher’s idea of a good time. Doing his best to remember the layout of the room and using the smell of charred flesh as a waypoint Asher scuttled across the floor away from the balcony while he waited for his eyes and ears to readjust.

As sight and sound returned Asher sought a more sturdy sort of cover via one of the stone columns while peeking out to get a view of the room once more. His eyes were drawn towards the balcony he’d once been beneath where the fire wielding bunny was currently assailing the lighting guy. A grin took form as he started formulating a plan for taking the high ground. Bonus points were on the line here, Asher had to inject some more style and flair into this fight quickly before things started to really turn out drab.





Dead Head


”Spit Fire”





Asher was starting to get angry, he kept having these radical awesome plans that would look totally amazing, and for some reason they just kept not panning out the way he wanted. A well adjusted individual might ponder to themselves the causes, perhaps expectations were to blame, or even forces out of Asher's control. Perhaps there was nothing deeper than chance involved, or perhaps some unseen hand guiding out events in a way that saw Asher as nothing more significant than any other piece of this world, perhaps just bad luck.

Well, Asher wasn’t well adjusted.

The constant hitches and ways that things weren’t going the way he wanted were starting to piss him off. That last attack should have cleaned that man’s clock, instead he’d had the audacity to block Asher’s blow from landing where he’d wanted. Even worse, he tried to kick him! The grubby fucker had actually kicked him in the stomach. Of course it didn’t really do much, but still! The man seemed to be going for an underbarrel attachment, most likely a grenade launcher. Clearly he thought that explosives might be more useful against Asher’s sturdy frame. Likewise, Asher figured fire might work better on his squishy frame, and so it was time for a barbecue.

“It’s time to burn, bitch!” he growled out before opening his mouth wide.

It was almost as if the sun arose in the center of the room as a jet of fire shot from Asher’s mouth akin to a dragon. Anyone nearby would feel the intense heat that radiated from Asher as he torched the man. Asher directed the stream with the goal of painting him from head to toe in the deadly flames. For good measure Asher whipped his head around to torch the wounded man who’d taken Asher’s earlier two shots. With business taken care of Asher wiped his mouth and licked his lips as he took in a deep breath through his nose, “Smells like the 4th of July.”

Cool quip out of the way, Asher turned to check the situation throughout the rest of the room, seeking to locate his allies. Or well, he didn’t really know them but given the circumstances allies was a pretty good phrase.





Dead Head


”Spit Fire”





So maybe Asher’s idea hadn’t quite panned out the way he thought it would, but that was okay, Asher wasn’t known for thinking. What Asher was known for was high octane action, non-stop adrenaline, horrendous manners, wild partying, and a need to look absolutely badass while doing all of it. Asher wasn’t stuck dealing with two dudes with guns, they were left dealing with him, and he could be one scary ass mutha fucka.

Even so, it would have been sick if that initial move had panned out the way he’d envisioned in his head. Oh well, he didn’t have much time to concern himself with failure as two party crashers quickly sprang down from overhead to ruin his fun. Or at least that was their goal. Little did they know they’d just opened a mystery can packed full of whoop ass courtesy of one Dead Head.

Asher’s voice seemed to take on an even deeper more metallic reverberation as he let loose a howl quite nearly as loud as a fog horn. The carbon frame that was his body took on a deeper darker sheen as he hardened it even further than before. Small bumps and rivets that had been present before transformed into short hardened spikes. Smoke seemed to puff from his ears as flames and intense heat seemed to radiate from his mouth and nose. The red glow from his eye grew deeper and brighter, almost striking out like the beam from a lighthouse. But this light in the dark wasn’t leading to any sort of safety.

Rather conveniently, a spirit cat sprung into existence between Asher and his two assailants. Choosing that moment to snap into action Asher lunged at the first man whilst firing off two shots from Hatred in the direction of the other. Although he’d hoped one might find purchase he’d not been too bothered about aiming, mostly using it as a means of forcing the other man to take cover so he could close the gap and tear his partner to shreds. Asher focused back to the first man as he closed the gap, relying on his carbon to resist any stray shots he might get off. Asher gripped Hatred with both hands and swung it out in a high arc with the goal of knocking the gunman over the head.





Dead Head


”Spit Fire”









In the end no one decided to fill Asher in with the details of their meeting. That was okay though, someone else was happy to fill him in with bullets, although Asher himself didn’t quite find that okay. The moment bullets and fire started flying through the air Asher dove low for a row of pews, crashing to the ground shoulder first as he slid between the row. Taking a moment to breathe, Asher was sure he’d achieved some sort of safety momentarily, but certainly didn’t plan on hiding out for long. Fishing in his pocket for his phone Asher quickly started swiping through the interface.

A storm of fire and bullets required the ultimate soundtrack, and Asher had just the one in mind. Conveniently Asher had never removed his earbuds and as he tapped play the music quickly began drowning out the sounds of the chaos around him, at least partially. For the most part Asher could still hear what was going on, he just had a sick ass soundtrack to go along with it all. With a grin Asher took a moment to focus, hardening the carbon shell that made up his outer body, perks of being a metallic mega badass. Hopefully no one had noticed him ducking down behind the pews, if not this next part would be sick.

Lunging to his feet and hopping atop the pew Asher quickly brandished Hatred in his hands. Taking a moment to survey his surroundings Asher quickly decided on a plan of action. The girl from outside as well as the Sovereign girl were both near their package, as well as a newcomer. Entrusting the three to handle themselves in a three versus one situation Asher quickly decided that bunny girl and her band of tube eyed goons were the biggest threat. Letting loose a battle cry that would make the denizens of Valhalla pause, Asher began leaping from pew to pew before lunging into the air and blasting Hatred’s Dragon’s Breath directly behind him towards the pews he’d just left behind.

With luck the blast would send him clear into the closest clump of tubular goons, let carnage ensue.





Dead Head


Doing it wrong





As the door flew open, sending burnt timber flying, Asher let out a slight whoop as he pumped his arm in excitement. "See that!" he exclaimed loudly to no one in particular. Judging by the reactions of the two girls on the other side, they had. The first one had momentarily pointed her gun at him, assuming him to potentially be a threat. The second gave him a disinterested and almost bored look before asking what the door had done to earn his ire. Judging by positioning and their reactions Asher assumed the smaller one in the back was who they were contracted to protect. Good thing no miscellaneous door parts had flown her way.

"As a matter of fact it did look at me funny, I don't take kindly to funny looks or the things it said about my mother either." he said, throwing who he assumed to be Cerberus a sarcastic smirk. "Can't help it, I've got a need for fiery entrances that just needs fillin, now who's gonna fill me in on why we're meeting in the creepy run down church?" Asher asked, casually strolling on deeper past Cerberus and the other girl as he began taking in the church in all it's aged grandeur.

Before Asher could circle back with more questions Sovereign strolled up to Cerberus and at first Asher thought that perhaps she was upset judging by her tone. This was quickly debunked when she suddenly embraced the other girl. Asher made a mental note to keep an eye on Sovereign, hopefully he wouldn't have to explain his aversion to being touched but wouldn't be a bad idea to keep on his toes. With nothing else to do but wait Asher crossed his arms and looked towards the first two occupants of the room expectantly.
Dead Head


Doing it wrong





Asher was initially confused, a quizzical look crossing his face. This was only amplified by the arrival of another boisterous fellow who loudly proclaimed his confusion at the idea of a convention before making a reference towards Asher as a potential foe, guessing that his name might be 'Deadeye'. Asher couldn't help but be amused, throwing his head back as he started cackling, which sounded mostly robotic in his Esper form and likely didn't help with the image he was giving off.

Abruptly Asher hawked and spat a small globule of fire almost like one would a loogie. Flashing a grin at the two newcomers he pointed at himself with his thumb, "Name's Dead Head. Bit new 'round these parts. Now I don't know nothing bout no convention, reckon I might be in the wrong place if that's the case. But I also reckon that's just not the case, unless there's two St. Biance's churches. As for named opponent, well I could always appreciate a warm-up round but I don't think I'm the reason you're here so I'd imagine there's actual business to be getting to right behind that there door."

With that Asher redirected his attention back to the door, deciding quickly on his plan of approach.

"Now unless there's an objections, I'm fixin to go 'knock'." Asher said, nodding in the direction of the large rusted shut difficult to open door that just seemed to be asking for the business end of Asher's size 12.

Dead Head


Doing it wrong










A light evening breeze rolled down the street past Asher carrying scents of the city, exhaust fumes, a slight hint of garbage on the breeze even. Asher frowned slightly, surprised by that since he’d not gotten the impression that Pax Septimus was a dirty city. A light screech filled the air momentarily cutting through the clashing chords and screaming vocals from Asher’s earpods. Asher turned to survey the dump truck that had just backed out of an alley he’d passed just as the engine started to rumble and the stinky truck trundled down the lane.

A smirk crossed Asher’s lips as the slightly garbagy smell departed with the truck and he took a deep breath of the cool evening air, just him and the exhaust fumes now. Fishing through his pocket for his cell phone Asher quickly hit pause on his music and scrolled to shimmr to double check the address of the job. All the details matched up, and a large church loomed ahead.

St Bianchi Church stood before Asher in all its run down glory. Better days had certainly been long since gone as far as this establishment was concerned. Asher merely grumbled, he’d never cared much for churches, or religion for that matter. Usually he joked that entering such a premise might result in him catching alight. Suppose today would be the day to test that. Asher surveyed the outside a few moments longer, taking in potential entry points and judging them against the amount of effort they’d require.

“Windows, back way maybe…,” Asher mumbled aloud before his eyes finally settled on the front door. “On the other hand…”

Asher was a simple man and in most cases he preferred the direct route.


Should I joke that he's Elroy Jr or a confused Maverick?

@TaintedMushroom Like Ponn pointed out, long guns are locked to physical, and I'd like to see what glamors are which grades. You should have 1 gold, 2 silver, and 1 bronze. Make those edits and I'll talk it over with May Jay.


Oh 2 silver? I was assuming 2 bronze. Well coolio!
Cool character!

Two small problems, though. One, none of his Glamours have grades, and two, Long Guns are limited to doing Physical damage, unless modified by their Special to allow for a different damage type.


Wow I goofed, okay fixed! Not sure how I overlooked the grades not actually being there. And thanks!
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