The Fair Lady

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

“Come on Addie, don’t be such a scaredy-cat.” I hear Emily’s voice from across the room as she sits on her bed and swings her legs idly. It is something she would normally say but the tone is different and less snarky than normal. But even snark free I can’t just let that go.

“I’m not a scaredy-cat. I just.” I rock back and forth on my bed, my arms wrapped around an old pillow from home, my hair a tangled blonde mess, and my face streaked from crying before. My phone sits next to me, on the freshly made covers and sheets that we had just put back on the bed earlier this afternoon. “I just can’t do it.” I know I’m being a coward in truth. But I don’t think I can take it if he picks up and turns me away now. Not after what happened to… No! I shove the images away before they can form. “What if he doesn’t want to listen? I can’t take that.”

“Addie, you left for a week after your Mom was murdered.” Emily’s voice is supportive and I can hear the concern. It helps at least a little bit. But there no good cure for pain in the heart. “He’ll understand.”

“But what if he…”

“Trust me” She cuts my worried question off before I can finish. “You’re the one in the relationship so I’m the one who gets to see without the glasses. He’s crazy about you Addie. Now pick up that phone or I’ll do it for you and pretend you’re sending drunk messages.” I see her stick out her tongue and fall back into an old tease and for a moment I laugh like I used to.

“Alright.” I finally find myself saying and I take a deep breath to compose myself before I pick up the phone. I scroll down my contacts list and with another deep breath I press the green button that says call. As the phone rings my nervousness grows but there is no answer and it goes to voicemail.

Well here it goes, I think to myself and then speak. "Hi Kyle. It's me." I pause and my nerves eat at me a bit. I had not planned to vanish like I did and I know people don't take it well. Hell I wouldn't... Focus Adeline, you need to finish the message. "I'm sorry I vanished like this. It's" My voice breaks down as a flood of emotions sweep through me. "It's my mom. She died and it wasn't normal."

My mind is filled with images of the room I had been shown. It was almost like a scene from my dreams, blood and gore streaked all over. I push it down because there is time enough for it later but my eyes have already started to leak again. "I've moved back in with Emily so if you want to come by that would be wonderful. I understand if you don't though. Hope to see you." I try to sound cheerful as I finish the message but it is hard when there is a hole inside and you are already haunted.

I look across at Emily again and she gives me a pair of thumbs up and a smile. But I don’t feel any better as I lay down and try to sleep. Maybe tonight I can have the gift of oblivion I am denied so often. But sleep does not want to come and my mind races with fevered visions and images. I feel more than see the presence by my bed as arms wrap around me in a hug.

“It’ll be okay Addie.” I hear her voice say and I finally start to relax into sleep.

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

Mercy has drawn 90% of the demonic horde up into the sky. Now would be a wonderful time for the gate to be shut by someone else while she distracts the horde. :)

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

What devilry is this?

Did my cure fail?

No. This is something new.

I feel a sickness spreading through the World. It is a steady ache that is growing more painful by the moment. I know well the slow death the cancer and parasites bring to the World for I have felt it every day for a lifetime. Pain and suffering, death and decay, hatred and malice, crime and deception the cancer is many things and the parasites take many forms. But I have never felt something like this. This open sore, this ragged gash in the wholeness of the World sickens me like no other has.

I must act. I must stop this new sickness before it spreads like the cancer has and overtakes the World. My wings curl around my body and I call to the World and tell it to change. I see the threads of the World bend and shift around me and they almost protest at the change I am bringing to them. It is almost a grievous wound and it pains me to inflict such pain upon it, but I must if I am to reach this sickness in time.

I have torn a hole and the World shudders as two pieces of itself are linked where they should not be. Through a gaping hole in the sky I can see the city of Lost Haven burning and I know the people below can see the change in the sky. Where I am it is still blue, and not this sickly color. But the people are not the only ones who see my conduit.

I soar through the hole on a platform of solid air and I let the World return to normal there. The hole in the sky and the patch of blue vanish. But I think I might be too late. I feel an ache inside myself as I see the pain and death laid out in a city that I had just healed weeks ago. There is a new sickness here and I can sense the epicenter. I continue to soar closer to the place that I can feel.

I know that I should be able to heal it. It is my gift, that I can bring healing to the World. But this sickness is different. My thoughts are pulled away from healing as things that I cannot name; things that burn with this new sickness begin to rise towards me. They are drawn to my light like moths to a flame and like moths that meet the flame, those who meet me shall perish.

I call to the World again and tell it to change, to sweep a curtain of unmaking and change these things to dust and ashes. But though the world ripples and the change spreads these things are not changed and the ripple only draws more of them. I feel a sudden panic. Nothing has ever not changed when I willed it. I am the World’s Chosen, how could something in the World resist the change I bring to it?

I have not time for such thoughts as the things come in droves, countless thousands rising up from a hole within the city. The World solidifies around me as a shield made from the air, but with thousands of claws hammering it I know that the shield will not hold for long.

I try again to unmake them, and the World ripples for a second time. But the only thing that is unmade is the shield that I had crafted and the hoard of creatures pours in on me. I feel claws and teeth tear at my skin, shredding my flesh, and I scream.

I scream to the World and as my scream echoes and grows louder the World gives answer. Torrents of fire and lightning erupt in the sky around me. Winds whip spears of ice and hail at speeds stronger than the fastest tornado. And my body erupts in a burst of solid light that sends shattered creatures flying through the skies in the thousands to eventually crash broken to the surface of the World below.

But though I have slain thousands now countless more of these creatures continue to rise. At least they are all coming for me. I am sparing the World of their attacks for now. I have drawn their attention and the swarming hordes all rise from the city to come towards me.

Again and again the World lashes out at the creatures. Fiery pillars erupt from thin air, explosions shatter them, blades of air cut them to ribbons, and yet there seems to be no end to them. Still I call forth the fury of the World on them to keep forcing them back and hold them away from the World at large. There is nothing else I can do. It is my purpose to save the World.

I am Mercy.

I am the World’s Chosen.

What if I am not enough?

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

I raise a single brow incredulously as the iron man jests about nonexistent Greek Gods and attempts to engage me in banter. His babble is meaningless and I let it roll over me like water as I look around at the remains of the battered city. I know that I exorcised most of the cancer, but much of it might reappear if I do not finish the job. I have seen how disaster brings suffering and how the suffering allows the cancer to grow and the parasites to show in droves to feast.

It will not happen here! I let a thread of my attention trickle back to the iron man as he finished talking. “You talk too much.” I say. “And you make no sense. I am bringing healing to the World. I stopped this storm and will now heal this city just as I healed this little one’s mother.” And as I speak the little girl’s mother starts to stir, her eyes flickering towards me with pure gratitude and adoration. I feel the warmth that healing always brings me and wish I could do more.

“Thank you. Thank you for saving my mom.” I hear the voice of the child as she attempts to hug me. I allow it and overhead I feel the vibrations in the air as news helicopters capture this iconic moment on camera. Now it is time. “Stand back little one.” I say kindly before I begin to make the changes I that the World demands.

Crimson wings flare out around my body as I begin to call to the World. I hold a picture in my mind of what will be as I feel the World answer. Then I tell it to change again. The World convulses around me, but I hold it steady so that the man in his suit and the mother and child are not harmed. The nodes of cancer were destroyed and I do not need to obliterate pieces of the city for the storm has already done so.

The wave of change washes over the city, repairing all the damage of the storm and the decay that the cancer and parasites had brought. I do make some changes, where the storm destroyed slums I raise up fine homes and parks but I mostly restore for the cancer and parasites would turn the people of the World against me if they could.

Last a ray of red light descends from the skies to engulf my body and I veil myself again as I rise. But I leave behind a record of my presence. A golden statue on a pedestal rests where I had stood, a statue of my angelic form embracing a mother and child to protect them. I speak one last time and the words linger for a moment before I am gone again. “I am Mercy and I will not rest until this world is healed.”

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

I'm back :D

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

It’s still chilly and I kind of wish I had decided to give Kyle a call and see if he wanted to come over instead of listening to Emily and going out to “Be a hero again”. But I did decide to listen to her and something in the back of my mind tells me I made the right choice. It’s strange and I can’t put my finger on it but something does not feel right about the night.

I think it started the night I met Kyle, the night had never scared me before. But now some of the shadows seem wrong and I see shivers of movement out of the corner of my eyes. But when I turn to look at them there is nothing there.

My armor is already summoned but it’s awkward. I don’t know what I’m doing and I just got lucky a few days ago when I ran into those men (Dark Possessed). It is almost like an echo in my head as I walk down the sidewalk.

If I don’t run into anything soon I’m just going to go home and call Kyle anyway even though it’s la--. What was that? I’m jerked out of my pleasant day dreams, which I wish I had when I slept instead, by a crash and the crunch of breaking glass. It had to have come from close by and though I’m afraid I feel that strange sensation of direction.
I start to run towards the corner that the sound came from and when I glance down at my right hand I hold the glowing blade again. But I don’t remember drawing it.

Turning the corner I see a terrible sight. The wrecked cars, a dead man on the ground and another man standing over a fallen one in what looks like a costume. My eyes widen behind my mask, I recognize the costume from the news. Ly uhm, Ly-something.

I want to cringe but I feel myself charging forward towards the man. No, he isn’t a man. Slivers of darkness leak off his body and again the phrase Dark Possessed flicks through my mind. I swing the glowing blade at the Dark Possessed but somehow it moves before I can strike it.

It jumps away with inhuman agility and I see the black eyes rise to stare at my mask. Does it know me? I could swear that I saw recognition in the dark eyes.
“We see you.” I hear its voice and I feel nauseous at the malevolence in it. “You will not stop us this time. You are ALONE.”

But as it talks I keep moving as if guided by another hand and while it brags the glowing blade slides into the fleshy part of its left arm. An inhuman scream tears free of its throat and I see the Dark abandon the host as a black cloud pouring from his mouth.

They cannot re-enter. Another thought that I do not recognize pops into my head. But there are other hosts. Suddenly it clicks as the cloud swirls towards the fallen man in a costume and starts to condense to funnel into his mouth. I have to stop it first. “Aldras vo narel” I speak words without thinking and a globe of golden light blossoms outwards from my body to scatter the cloud into wisps that faded back into the night.

I only hope I was not too late. I kneel down next to the fallen hero and press the blade against him. There is no scream and I stand up again as if by instinct before the guidance fades away.

“Are, are you okay?” I ask shakily with adrenaline still pumping and confused by the words it had spoken.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

I talked to among heroes and I'm going to be pulling out now before things go too far. Sorry everyone. :( TFL out.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

I'm going to need another day or two to post if that is okay?

The War of the Great Kingdoms (A Sci-Fi NRP)

Hiya, might join

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

I am Mercy.

I am the storm that must purge the city.

I am the fire that burns away the cancer and parasites that have grown unchecked.

I am the World’s chosen.

But then why do I cause such pain?

I gaze down through the hail of rain and the swirling waterspouts that my will has shaped from the World. The city groans beneath the storm as rain pummels it and the wind picks up cars and throws them about like toys. I stretch out my hands and the water spouts move in unison to obliterate a series of gang infested slums where the cancer festers and the parasites feed.

I am still cloaked in light and none can see me but I see the men and women below me as they die. The cancer cannot be spared, the parasites must be purged. I cannot leave a single node of cancer untouched no matter the cost. It is mercy that they die in the purge and that they do not suffer a long death from the cancer that infests the World.

The storm ravages the city for another few moments before I decide the time is right. I glance down again and see a man in a metal suit rip the roof off a car to save a child. He may be a servant of the cancer and the parasites but the act touches me. One of the water spouts rushes towards him and I decide the time is now.

I remember the prayers and cheers that I heard when I healed Little Ulster and I decide that if it helps I will feed the desire of the people who deserve to live on the healed World. I call to the World and tell it to change as a torrent of red light descends from the sky to engulf me and then I drop the veil. To the World it is as if I appeared from the light.

“Enough!” I cry out as I thrust my arms out from my body and the storm recoils. I see water spouts shatter instantly and the storm clouds begin to fade away. I descend to the man with the metal suit and I gently move him aside with a wrapping of solidified air. The little girl he saved begins to cry, begging for her mother and I look upon her mother’s battered body.

There is still a tiny thread of life in her and I tell the World to change and extend my hand towards her. “Live.” I say simply as I force the body to heal and the mortal wounds heal over in an instant.

I turn back to the man as a crimson angel and say two simple words. “You called?”