@rivaan I love Raze and all, but yeah, that punch would have been well-deserved, LOL
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Hey, big nasty conflict-inducing posts are way more fun. You've made Artemis actually do some thinking. XD
EDIT: Hey, is it alright if I ask what kind of journey you're trying to take your characters on? Or what do you see them battling with?
For example, Vicki's big deal with this whole champion-powered situation is that she's feeling like she's not in control of her life. Basically since she's been a child, she's known what she wanted and how to get it, and even how to adjust to things that don't fit her ideal world. But now, this day is just wrecking her whole worldview. This crazy occurrence doesn't fit in with how she thinks her life should be, and she's not sure how to adjust to it. She hasn't felt out of control of her life like this in a long time.
As for Raze, he's lived out his life hoping to help people as a psychiatrist, but that has done nothing from his perspective. He's just gotten stressed and frustrated over time, but now he thinks he actually has the ability to do something. Unfortunately, he's so obsessed with finally being the savior that he's not stopping to think clearly about how he can best help, and he just ends up being really rash.
What's going on in your guys' characters mind? (If you're willing to share.)
@Eklispe Please forgive Raze, he's got a lot of feelings =P
Vicki Victory
Without any provocation, the suited man became covered in gold like Vicki was earlier, but emerged a moment later with a different appearance, now robed and masked; beautiful, yet simultaneously horrifying. In his new form, this man threw some sort of creatures at Vicki’s feet, causing them to explode into bright yellow energy that entrapped Vicki. She couldn’t move!
As the man floated closer to Vicki, she began to struggle greatly. Her arms and legs were held in place by some otherworldly force. The closer the man got, the more Vicki tried to release herself. In her panic, Vicki’s tearing against the energy caused deep lacerations to appear, warm blood trickling down her wrist to her fingertips.
The man was finally upon her and set his foot against her chest.
”You’re no better than he was.”
On that final note, he kicked Vicki back. She shut her eyes closed, waiting for an impact with the ground. Seconds passed before she realized she never made it to the ground. She was still falling, but now she was surrounded by a plethora of bright lights all cascading around her in a brilliant fashion. It was like looking into an ocean of sputtering rainbows.
Free to move, Vicki looked back where she was kicked from. She couldn’t see the man, let alone the diner, but she did see the young man she tossed the muffin to. Apparently he followed Vicki, but she couldn’t figure out why.
Suddenly and unceremoniously, the colorful lights all quickly shrunk away from Vicki to some far away tube, as if being sucked away through a giant straw, and she finally hit solid ground. The young man landed right on top of her, shoving his elbow into her stomach. Reflexively, she smacked him off of her and turned over to prop herself on her elbows, coughing violently. Vicki could faintly taste bile in her mouth.
Once she gained her composure, Vicki looked around. The room was dank and grey, barely lit by a tiny rectangular window letting in the light. The room was some sort of storage area holding canned foods and bottles of various liquids. Packaged spices and flavorings were arrayed on the shelves. It seemed that they were in the diner’s basement, so not too far from their original destination.
Vicki got up from the ground, dusting off herself, heaps of dirt coming off of her gym shorts. This place needed a serious inspection.
With a slight tone of anger in her voice, Vicki turned to her teleportation companion and asked,”What the hell was that for? WHAT IS GOING ON?”
@Eklispe
Raze Colter
Raze sighed, visibly frustrated. “Look, I see your points on the consequences of using these powers, especially in public, and yes, also the consequences of having Hecarim riding around in your brain. I understand the concern and hesitation. But we have to ask, so what if we lose our lives in the process? If even one life is positively changed by me using these powers, I’ve succeeded as far as I’m concerned.”
Raze turned directly at the tall women he now knew as Clarice, ”As for any government abductions, they may take us away to experiment on us if we’re caught. I have no concern for anything they might learn from us. Nations already have some god damn powerful weapons that make our powers look like child’s play. If anyone takes me away, I wish them luck in finding a use for spears on a modern-day battlefield.”
Now addressing the whole group, ”Are you really so callous and cowardly? I’m so sick of dealing with people like you, so afraid of the consequences that you refuse to make any decision at all!” He was sweating by now, his breathing heavy with a visible pump to his chest with each breath.
Raze walked over to Artemis, sizing her up, then whispered harshly, ”And you...I see you, trying to hide behind all the suffering of the world as if it’s an excuse for you to just sit back and do nothing, as if there's no point in even trying." Bits of spittle began flying out towards the end of this last statement. "I know about you, Artemis. I thought I recognized you somewhere...Smart, rich girl that can survive off of her wealth as it works for her." Raze leaned back a bit, his tone slightly louder, but now incredibly sarcastic, "Now, she just lives her life doing whatever she wants! Eating, making appearances at conventions, spending incredible amounts of money on cosplaying, playing video games...really just great stuff, it's every person's dream. I’ll admit, I was impressed when I read about you, maybe even a bit jealous.”
Raze slowly shook his head as he continued, ”You have such a brilliant mind and so many resources available to you...You could do so much more with everything that you’ve been gifted, but what do you choose? To just sit back and watch the world burn, instead of trying to put it out. Hell, out of everyone in this room, you have the biggest water pail to use! But you just stand there...you are absolutely correct Artemis, there is so much wrong with this world. But it got this way because people like you decided to do nothing."
Raze leaned in close to Artemis now, his lips almost pressing against her ear. "You disgust me.”
With that, Raze stormed off to the shattered entrance of the apartment. Just before exiting, he yelled over his shoulder, ”I don’t need any of you to do what’s right. Powered villains or not, there are people out there that I can help, and so help me God, none of you will stop me from doing what I can.”
Just as suddenly as he appeared, Raze was gone. He stomped down the hall and descended to the ground floor in the elevator.
@Eklispe@rivaan@Adalrod@Leolycan@DFA@Card Captor@Kiroue
I'll post by tomorrow, MAYBE today. Maybe. Hopefully.
Going to give it a couple of days for others before updating. However, I am thinking about implementing these:
to show who's posted and who's yet to post. Opinions?
Coolies, where would we see these? OOC? Character Tab? IC?
Twanny¨s character looks fine, other than possible the best lee sin in the world claim, but I don´t really care on that so w.e
It's not super far-fetched, some people with autism are exceptionally gifted in certain areas. My only gripe is that it's usually with mathematical fields. League is sort of a mathematical game,soooo....
I'm so happy that everyone's posting again 
THE RP CONTINUES!!! AWAITING REPLIES!!!
Vicki Victory
Vicki stood staring in disbelief at the youth as he played with his knife. A woman with giant, metal fists just annihilated a demon ninja’s arm just before it disappeared into shadow, all right after his floating companion with the horn froze them in liquid gold. Even after all of this, the only thing the red-and-black haired teen could think of was getting a muffin. A muffin, of all things! How could anyone go on with normal life so easily after witnessing this pandemonium?
She lifted her arms up, gazing at the palms of her cold, metal gauntlets. As her adrenaline faded away, the gloves began to disappear in a shower of light. This wasn’t normal. Crippling two men in the span of a few hours wasn’t normal. Vicki looked back at the young man still twiddling with the small blade. This may not have been normal yesterday, but now, maybe this was her new normal.
Vicki sighed, putting the burden off to the side to deal with later, and strode over to the kitchen without a word. As she began to rummage through cabinets and containers, Vicki rolled through a thousand different thoughts in her mind. Where did Garrett go? He has to get that checked out somewhere. Should I go after him? He might come looking for payback if I don’t do something...should I tell dad?
Frustrated, she slammed a fridge door shut with all of her strength. The clean, white door ripped from its hinge and went through the back of the fridge, and crashed into the brick-colored tiles on the kitchen’s walls. Shards of broken ceramic exploded out from behind the fridge as it slowly began to tilt forward. Vicki sidestepped just as the fridge began to quickly fall towards the ground, landing with a mighty commotion. I need to get a handle on this new strength…
Behind Vicki, precariously balanced food and supplies began to fall from a narrow shelf with quiet thuds. Among the pile was a muffin, vacuum-sealed in plastic.
Vicki strode out of the kitchen, tossing the baked bread towards the young man, and came to a halt just in front of the two spectators. She blew some of her white bangs out of her eyes, looking the teen up and down before turning to the suited oddball. ”What the hell is going on?”
@Eklispe@Zelosse
Raze Colter
"Pardon me, but what exactly is the plan? You intend to from some sort of vigilante group here? The police force would doubtless be more effective in keeping things under control, champions or no champions. If someone is somehow skilled enough to defeat them then doubtless the situation will escalate until they are subdued. Therefore the need for the group you are suggesting is non existent. In which case there is no point in my remaining here save for until Sam recovers. Do you have anything else to say?"
At this, Raze stood up from his sitting position, and took a few steps away from the wall. He was in shock that this thought even crossed her mind. “Look, I don’t know what was discussed earlier, but what else would we do? We’ve been given these powers, and we should use them. It’d be wrong for us not to, we’d basically be deciding to not help people when we clearly had to power to do so!” Raze strode over to one of the apartment windows, the light casting his silhouette across the ground behind him. He stretched out his arm, gesturing to Darkwell before them, ”There are nowhere near enough police to adequately protect this city. We don’t need costumes or nicknames, but we can’t just sit back and do nothing.”
Raze turned around and looked at the spectacled girl, his eyebrow cocked inquisitively, ”What do you suggest we do? Just hide and pretend like everything is normal?”
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Garrett Fishman
Garrett stumbled through the doors of the ER, collapsing to the floor. His clothes were soaked in blood, and his vision was beginning to fade out. Garrett whimpered out a plea for help, but nurses were already rushing to his side and helping him to his visit. Just as he was seated into a wheelchair, he blacked out, unable to stay awake and bear the pain raking at his left arm.
He faded in and out of consciousness, catching glimpses of blurred faces trying to speak to him, red sacks with tubes trailing to his body, and cold machines staring down at his crumpled body as if disappointed.
Finally, Garrett’s eyes fluttered open, his eyes adjusting to the harsh white light of a hospital room. From the corner of his vision, Garrett sighted a nurse running out from the door. Moments later, a tall man with brown hair starting to grey at its roots came rushing in, his white hospital coat trailing behind him.
“Son, can you hear me?”
Garrett weakly nodded in response. He looked down at himself; his broken arm was already in a cast, and someone had changed him into a hospital gown. A small part of Garrett felt violated. The doctor turned around and muttered something to the nurse, prompting her to draw curtains between Garrett’s bed and the door, disappearing into the hallway.
Turning back to Garrett, the doctor calmed his voice to a soothing tone, and began speaking, “You lost a lot of blood when you came in, you almost died. Your arm’s patched up now, but the damage done to it…” He shook his head, “Your arm will heal in time, but you’ll probably never be able to use it normally again.”
Fury consumed Garrett. This was that bitch’s fault. Vicki.
“What happened? How did your arm get this way?” Garrett ignored the question and looked around the room, finding what he was looking for: a whiteboard where doctors and nurses usually wrote various information. Garrett didn’t see his own name on it.
He looked straight into the doctor’s eyes and asked in a sharp hush,”Do you know who I am? My name, or anything?” The doctor closed his eyes briefly and sighed, seemingly annoyed. “No, I actually need to talk to you about that. It has to do with insurance and your medical bi-”
Before the doctor could finish his sentence, Garrett beckoned for a shadow clone to appear behind him, an ebony blade being held to his throat. Garrett’s working arm became wrapped in shadow, producing twin wristblades.
”You will help me get out of here, or you will die.”
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