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Post by wandamax on Oct 28, 2013 23:20:28 GMT -5
I am freaking STARVING. Maching Bird stood still, her wandering eyes the only sign that the famous hero was terribly bored. She stood with her shoulders back and a fake prideful smile on her face as the blusterous politician continued with his speech. The two of them stood alone on a grand, red stage in front of a raucous crowd. Officially were constantly reminding the onlookers to remain quiet, but it never lasted long. Luckily, the volume of the microphone was loud enough to be heard over the crowd. The senator spoke very highly of her, commending her spirit, drive, determination, and sense of justice. He then blathered on about how she perfectly embodied everything great about this country, doing his best to fit as many key phrases into the speech as he could. The young hero couldn't help but smile, imagining what the aging politician would say if he knew what made her so successful and so prolific. Just a few weeks earlier he had publicly condemned her alter-ego, Wanda Drew, for being exactly the kind of pretty, athletic airhead that little girls shouldn't see as a role model.
Wanda knew the game, though. Bashing the athlete, being seen giving the key to the city to a lovable hero, he was just creating buzz for the upcoming election. She didn't really need to worry about creating her own buzz, for either of her public personas. The government team that handled that for her were pros, probably among the best in the business. They knew which crimes would get the most good press, which reporters would write the most glowing stories, and which public appearances would best represent both Wanda Drew, athlete, and Maching Bird, super hero. The public ate it up, to the point it was almost scary. Wanda got so much fan mail she could never read it all without her secret power, and she could only imagine how much Maching Bird would get if she had an address to send it to.
The man was still talking, conjuring images of a working class building the country into what it is, and what it will be. He had clearly abandoned all pretense of this event being about honoring the city's most famous hero. This was a campaign stop to him. Maching bird's smile disappeared as her stomach began to rumble. It took everything she had not to run to what she thought must be the most delicious-looking hot dog cart in the damn country. Every second made those dogs seem better and better. NOTHING could be better than having 4 or 5 of those with everything on it right now. Visions of going absolutely nuts on a handful of hotdogs were interrupted as the young woman snapped back to attention at the phrase, "The woman you all came to see..."
The crowd erupted into a deafening roar as the officials keeping moderate quiet found themselves absolutely useless against the massive crowd's yells and screams of excitement as the senator's last words were drowned out. Show time. Maching Bird approached the microphone with a practiced grace and humility and she grinned at the crowd, with the occasional wave or wink. The cheering hadn't died out as she reached the microphone and stood, ready to speak. She had to wave her hands herself to silence the crowd, and they immediately followed suit. "I don't even know where to begin," she began honestly, much to the delight of the crowd. "I've always been one to keep my speeches... quick," she began again, chuckling at her own joke, "I guess I just want to say that you will never know how much this means to me. It's always hard to know how many lives you touch, and today you've shown me just that. Today you've made me the happiest girl in the world." She paused, wiping her eyes. "I just... Thank you."
The hero zipped off the stage in a blur of black in white, leaving behind a stunned politician, a silenced crowd, and almost leaving behind the key to the city, before remembering it at the last moment. Within seconds she was home, on the other side of town, stripping out of her tight black and white costume and into a less-restrictive red tracksuit. Shoving a pack of minute-rice in the microwave, she stood in front of it, agonizing over the seemingly-long wait before realizing she could use the time to fix her hair. Wanda had learned to do almost everything at high speeds, but too many mishaps tended to happen when she tried to do her hair. Once, her hair had ignited from it, and more than once she had accidentally ripped out chunks of her own hair. So her hair became the one thing she would take her time on, switching it from a ponytail back into the bun she preferred while she was relaxing.
With her hair in place and her rice ready, she plopped herself onto the couch and turned on her tv, smiling as they were still wrapping up coverage of the event. Looks like Maching Bird managed to make a splash today already, and it's not even three in the afternoon yet. Just as the young star was settling in for some rest, the phone rang. She sighed, knowing who it was before she even answered. That phone only rang for one of two reasons: Wanda Drew needed to make an appearance, or Maching Bird did.
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Lord Kalak
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Death to all those who oppose the light...
Posts: 45
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Element: Darkness
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Post by Lord Kalak on Nov 10, 2013 23:23:35 GMT -5
A rush of adrenaline overcame Hyperion's body. So this is how power felt.
Despite not wanting to take action during the day, Hyperion saw it too good of a chance to take hold of the governor who had been praising some famous hero, Machine Bird or something. And with the camera's on, he could truly advocate the message he wanted to spread; a new era was underway, an era where criminals like this man of so called power that Hyperion held in his arm. "Sorry governor, but I'm afraid you're not done here" he sneered. The plan was so simple and went perfectly so far. With his armor, head-covering demon mask, katana, and powers, Hyperion had hijacked the governor's limousine during the speech and eliminated any that were alert of his presence. When the governor was making his way to the limo, a successful ambush not only caught him off guard, but also delivered the politician right into Hyperions gloved hands.
Now making their way through the corpses of freshly killed security guards, Hyperion and his hostage made it back to the main stage as the mayor of the city was concluding the event. The mayor turned around to see what the commotion was about and matched the expression of bone-chilling terror that the audience had produced. Several security guards and police drew their weapons and pointed them toward Hyperion. If that’s how you want it. Using his limited telekinesis, Hyperion took control of one cop's arms and made him start firing rounds at his fellows. Just as expected, several dove into cover as the crowd began to retreat. This was taking too long. Hyperion pulled the gun away from the incompetent pair of arms he was manipulating and grabbed the fire arm for himself. He began to notice that he had better aim than usual. His reflexes were amazing, and he felt as if time itself had slowed down for him. This is great. Only being able to take three down, the gun had already ran out of ammo. No biggie. Hyperion dropped the gun and pulled another to him, continuing to fire. He began to back up with the governor still grasped in his arms. If the cops were able to get a clear shot at him, the ballistic armor would be more than enough to keep the bullet from doing too much damage. This was taking too long however, and Maching Bird would make her way back at any second now. The thought of a possible confrontation made Hyperion nervous. He had a plan however, and as he noticed something rushing toward him from the distance, he felt the time to execute it was closing in by the second. His objective was to send a message to the state government that they were vulnerable, and Hyperion was sure as heck that he was not going to let any roadrunner get in the way. "Enter bossfight" he whispered.
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Post by wandamax on Nov 12, 2013 13:43:07 GMT -5
"Weren't there a -bunch- of cops already there?" Wanda asked in between bites of minute rice, shoving it down at incredible speed as the man on the phone reminded her that 'it wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.' She quickly stuffed the rest of her food into her mouth as she hung up the phone. Still hungry, but duty called. She slowly unfolded her dark black hair, transforming it back into her signature long ponytail before spinning off her track suit and into her sleek costume. She took a moment to examine herself in the mirror, making sure the black and white costume that had become so famous looked like it was supposed to, before sprinting out the door in a blur.
The hero made her way back downtown, to the very stage she was just honored on a few minutes ago. Everything had changed. The crowd that had just recently been teeming in the area had almost completely fled the area and the corpses of security guards and police officers were strewn about. On the stage stood the man responsible with his captive, some important-looking man in a suit. The man wore an all-black set of armor with a disturbing mask, and was armed with a gun and what appeared to be a still-sheathed sword. Nothing to steal, and a very public act. A terrorist wanna-be, huh? For a brief moment she caught his gaze, and felt as though he had been waiting for her to reappear. "Okay," Maching Bird whispered to herself as she made her way headlong towards to masked man, "Game on."
Wanda sprinted onto the stage in a blur, running a few circles around the masked man before sliding to a violent stop directly in front of him and his hostage. "You have to know how this ends now, right?" She shot a friendly grin towards the villain, something she hoped would unnerve him. "Let's just pretend for a second that I'm not fast enough to save the governor right now at any time I choose. What's your end-game here? Do you really think you outrun the fastest person on the planet?" Her smile faded into a look of compassion as she continued. "Listen, if you surrender now, I think you've got a good case for an insanity plea." She slowly reached out, covering the barrel of the gun with her hand while staring into the eyes of his mask. "Don't test me."
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Lord Kalak
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Death to all those who oppose the light...
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Post by Lord Kalak on Nov 12, 2013 15:18:35 GMT -5
"As expected." The words slid right out of Hyperion's mouth. Any nervousness that was bunched up had now vanished and was replaced by pure adrenaline. He saw how long it took for the Bird to rush back; only a few seconds. He could only hope to match that kind of speed at night, but during the day? Not a chance. Playing on the offensive in this kind of situation would be suicidal, and the stakes were high. Although she had a clear speed advantage over him, Hyperion also had an advantage. "You're confidence is admirable." Hyperion complimented as he began focusing his power behind Maching Bird and toward the hand of a former security guard that still clutched a loaded gun. Hyperion's eye's gave a yellow glow as the hand started to raise the weapon.
Carefully now, keep her occupied. She thinks I'm crazy and has no intel on me afterall. Seems I've been underestimated. "You're considered a hero in these parts, correct?" Hyperion rhetorically asked. "If that's so..." The dead guard's finger was over the trigger, and was aimed at Maching Bird's back. Even if she had the reflexes to move, it would hit the hostage governor; if she had enough time to move the governor out of the way, Hyperion could afford to take a hit. If either of these were so, Hyperion would levitate in the air to a distance that was unreachable by Maching Bird. There were still some cops left, and no doubt they would most likely fire on him if the governor still wasn't in his grasp. Therefore, he could not afford to let go of the governor at any time or he'd no doubt be taken down. Shouldn't be a problem.
"...then how have the atrocities of this man and his colleagues gone unpunished?" Hyperion started to tighten his grip on the governor as he finished his second question. Even with the limited amount of strength he has access to during the day, there was no way his opponent had the strength to pry him off of the governor. He'd have to be ready for her speed however, and ready he was. Between the absurdity of Hyperion's glowing eyes and his questions, the so called hero's attention should be occupied, leaving her open for attack.
The gun behind Maching Bird fired. Let's see how good you are...
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Post by wandamax on Nov 13, 2013 1:51:58 GMT -5
Maching Bird nearly backed off at the sight of the man's glowing eyes, but when nothing happened she felt even more emboldened than before. "The only crime this man is guilty of is the murder of fashion," she teased, playfully clasping the hostage's tie between her fingers. That was when the sound of a gunshot rang out behind her. Without thinking she easily dodged to the side, attempting to pull the hostage to freedom with her. No dice. She felt the resistance instantly: this man was stronger than he looked. No time for anything else: this was going to hurt. With lightning speed, the young heroine reached out and caught the bullet with her toned left arm. She couldn't help but let out a yelp as the bullet sunk into her arm for what seemed like an eternity to her. As the bullet settled into its temporary resting place within the young woman's arm, she shot back into action.
Before a second shot could be fired, she disarmed the weapon, emptying the clip and popping the one in the chamber. She stood for a moment, half-bent over the dead guard as her eyes met the lunatics once again. He had managed to hit her, something no one had managed to do up to that point. It wasn't clear how he had managed to do that, but she had no intention of letting it happen again. "I'm going to have to change my name to dove now," she teased through her teeth "Since I'm more of a holey bird now."
"You know, I can't see you smile at my jokes with that mask on." In an instant she was off again, bee-lining straight towards the armor-clad madman, stopping just short as her right leg shot straight up into a high-kick aimed for the bottom of the man's chin. "Let me help you take that thing off!"
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Lord Kalak
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Death to all those who oppose the light...
Posts: 45
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Element: Darkness
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Post by Lord Kalak on Nov 13, 2013 10:22:21 GMT -5
Hyperion half expected her to avoid serious injury from the bullet. What he didn't expect, however, was that she not only managed to disarm the gun that was shot at her, but she also charged at him before he could even lift himself and his hostage off the ground. All in what seemed like one motion. "Let me help you take that thing off!" he had heard the speedy devil say. Before he could come up with anything, a swift force hit him on the chin, causing him to let go of both the gun he was holding and his prized hostage. As he flew backward, he wondered what had just transpired. The speed she must have been going at was insane! It could only be matched by that of lightning! As Hyperion hit the ground and slid on the pavement, he tried to calm himself down. He needed an immediate plan in case of a very likely follow-up attack, whether it came from bullets of the vengeful police or from the woman who could produce the same impact. Nevertheless, before Hyperion could get back up, there was something off. He felt where he had received the blow, the burning pain still there, and realized something terrible had happened to him. The portion of his mask that had covered his mouth had been broken off. Great. Better be careful to not spit on anything then, or they'll have something of mine.
Overall, him and his opponent had traded blows. He got her arm, but she destroyed a piece of his mask. Clenching his fist, Hyperion let his anger boil through his body as he picked himself up. She wanted to destroy the mask, the one thing that was keeping his identity safe right now, the one thing that kept him from totally being screwed over, just to see him smile at her jokes? She wasn't even taking him seriously! She wasn't taking the message seriously! No one ever took him seriously!
Overcome by his anger, Hyperion could feel the familiar burning of his eyes turning from a mysterious yellow to a bloody red. He punched the ground and unleashed his power, causing a ground shaking shock wave capable of sweeping everyone in the area off their feet. Next, floating about twenty feet off the ground, he turned to face his opponent, gritting his teeth in anger. He then glared at the governor who was recovering from the previous shockwave. That just cost you. He unsheathed his katana sword and threw it at the governor with his now enhanced strength. Only after had he already thrown it did he realize that he had forgotten about the plan to interrogate the governor and execute him on Live TV. "Overcome by anger again, you idiot" Hyperion said to himself in a disappointed tone.
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kovel
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City: New Haven
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Post by kovel on Nov 13, 2013 13:35:36 GMT -5
Mr. Herrick hit the ground after the shock wave over came him. The fall did not hurt for he was not truly human or truly Mr. Herrick, but no one needed to know that. He grimaced anyways to keep the illusion. He had been watching this entire event transpire, originally wanting to get a word with Maching Bird, but this new event was better than he expected. He looked at his shoulder which had been shot by the seemingly random police fire into the crowd. It didn't hurt, but it was an annoyance to him that he would have to repair his shoulder. He looked back to the stage to see a sword sticking out of the governor. 'Did the governor die? Man, this place is getting better and better,' not so Mr. Herrick thought to herself, trying to come up with a plan to take the governor's corpse.
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Post by wandamax on Nov 13, 2013 22:35:55 GMT -5
Maching Bird found herself grinning from ear-to-ear at her sudden success. Her arm still ached, and by the looks of it, it would be doing that for a while. Her opponent, however, had let go of the only thing keeping him safe: his hostage. There was also a deep satisfaction in knocking the bastard who shot her onto his ass. "Well," she began, her satisfaction evident. "I've certainly had a kick out of thi-" She was interrupted by something she couldn't explain. He had been strong before, but this was too much. The tremor he produced by punching the ground sent both the newly-freed governor and the young heroine onto their backs. Wanda scrambled to her feet, turning her head from side-to-side as she surveyed the scene looking for her opponent. Just as she started to believe he had fled, something glinting in the light shot past her.
Time seemed to move at a snail's pace as the young heroine shot after the blade aimed for the governor. It was so close, she knew she could do it. She extended her arm towards the hilt of the katana, determined to stop it from harming the politician. She caught it, but not soon enough. The heroine stood frozen, her hand firmly grasped onto the hilt of the sword sticking plain through the chest of its intended target. Her eyes met with the governor's as they faded into death, his look of bewilderment matching hers completely. Not. Fast. Enough.
After a few moments of silence, Maching Bird let go of the blade, allowing the corpse to fall unceremoniously to the ground as she turned to face his killer. No jokes and no smiles. Until she could figure out a way to reach him in the air, he was relatively safe. But she had no intention of letting him flee. There was nowhere he could fly that she couldn't, and wouldn't follow.
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Lord Kalak
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Death to all those who oppose the light...
Posts: 45
Hero or Villain: Villain
Element: Darkness
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Post by Lord Kalak on Nov 13, 2013 23:48:00 GMT -5
Calming down from his tantrum, the floating villain turned his gaze back to Maching Bird. That look. Despite accidentally killing his hostage earlier than planned, Hyperion was pretty satisfied with the outcome. His objective was to send a message; a message that no one was safe, not even those protected by some speedy woman in a leotard. "You should have taken me seriously Bird. You've had it too good for too long. Everyone in this world has, like that pile of meat right there" Hyperion lectured, pointing to the governor's lifeless body. "Remember this day. The day that you failed to protect this wretched society. The day that fate betrayed you for me. I want you to dream about this, to have it haunt you. I want you to experience how it feels to be a failure." Hyperion gave a mocking smile before being interrupted by the sound of police helicopters. He turned around and rolled his eyes as two approached, ignoring their megaphoned demands for his surrender. No point sticking around.
Hyperion summoned his sword back to him with his telekinesis and threw it at a pilot of one helicopter. Watching it successfully hit his heart, Hyperion flew toward the chopper and pushed off of it with his feet, knocking it into the other and causing both to crash land. "I'd love to stay and talk Bird, but this is my queue to leave." Hyperion waved with his left hand as his sword came back to his right. Then he did the unimaginable. He stretched out his left hand and concentrated his power on one spectator wearing a business suit and tie. The man looked very surprised as he started floating toward the hand of the floating terrorist. Hyperion gave the Bird one last look. "See you later, unless you want to let another man die on your watch." Hyperion, with as much force as he could muster, threw the man a good distance as he sheathed his katana and flew in the opposite direction to make his escape.
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Artelia
Noob
Blowing bubbles
Posts: 10
Hero or Villain: Hero
Marriage: Nope
Element: Water
City: New Haven
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Post by Artelia on Nov 15, 2013 21:30:38 GMT -5
She withdrew herself from the crowd amid the chaos. Everyone was rushing past, screaming for help after the gun shots were heard. She followed the crowd for a few paces, swung herself aside a building, into the closest alleyway, and switched into her hero mode, remembering to release her gem from its hold and placing it in between her eyes. Quickly rising, she looked around and rushed to the stunned hero. Maching bird stood watching Hyperion as he flung the man miles away. She placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I've got this one. Take care of the governor." She swiftly floated up to the newly established villain, studying the area of his face revealed by the lack of his mask. Without him noticing she grabbed ahold of his ankle. "E-excuse me." She remained looking at him, with a calm face as he looked down in shock. Her stutter and soft voice ruined what was a cool idea in her head. Within seconds, thousands of watts of electricity were sent coursing through his body. His body trembled. He would have fallen to the Earth if not for her hold on his ankle. She removed his blade from it's sheath on his waist and flung him in the opposite direction that he threw the damaged man. This is becoming a game of shot put now. Whoops.
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Post by wandamax on Nov 17, 2013 10:54:19 GMT -5
An unexpected reassuring hand on her shoulder startled Maching Bird for a brief second before she turned to see what appeared to be an ally. They speedy heroine wasn't sure what to think of this new heroine, visibly curious about many of her features that struck her as odd, especially the visible gills on the young woman's chest. Her silver hair behaved as though it was underwater, and seemed extremely pretty to the young speedster. She'd have to ask how she did that when she had the chance, after the work was done.
"Take care of the governor?" Maching Bird repeated with a frown. He wasn't dying, this lifelong politician was dead, and no amount of speedy runs to the hospital would save him. The bystander the villain had just thrown, however, was still screaming his head off as he shot through the air, so Wanda decided to take the girl up on her offer all the same. "Be right back," she called as she zipped towards the screaming man in a blur.
Dodging between pedestrians and halted vehicles, the young heroine made her way through the city towards the falling man. The madman had thrown his victim far, at least 4 or 5 blocks before he even began descending. Maching Bird had to think fast to figure out a way to catch the man before he reached such a falling speed that even catching him would help. She checked her surroundings and formulated a desperate plan. She sprinted towards the nearest skyscraper and attempted to run up the side, quickly falling back down but landing on her feet. No time to figure out if this was even possible, she instead sped inside the building, climbing the steps with lightning-speed out onto the roof where she proceeded to leap off the building.
The young heroine collided midair with the civilian, barely managing to get a grasp on him as her momentum carried them both roughly onto the roof of a neighboring building. Taking just a moment to brush down her scratched-up arms and legs, the young woman was off again, down the stairs of the building and back towards the area of the initial conflict. She was only gone for a maximum of twenty seconds, but in that time the entire situation had changed. This new heroine, one whom Maching Bird had never seen before, was floating midair, holding the limp madman by his ankle. She only wished she could have seen how the situation was resolved so quickly, but proceeded to grin at the new girl anyway. "We might have to keep your around!" She called up towards the silver-haired heroine.
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kovel
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City: New Haven
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Post by kovel on Nov 17, 2013 15:27:13 GMT -5
As Mr. Herrick flew threw the air, he saw a blur chasing after him. In mid air he was caught by none other than Maching Bird. "Thanks for saving me," Mr. Herrick started to say, even though he was in no real danger, but before he could finish his sentence she was off again. 'Rude' Mr. Herrick thought as he ran into the busy but quickly evacuating street. He pulled out the pistol he hid in his jacket pocket and pointed at a car coming towards him. "Get out of the car! Police!" he lied as the pedestrian got out of the car and started running away in fear. Mr. Herrick got into the car, turned around and headed back into the chaos of the fray.
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Lord Kalak
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Death to all those who oppose the light...
Posts: 45
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Element: Darkness
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Post by Lord Kalak on Nov 22, 2013 22:26:11 GMT -5
Hyperion hit what felt like a wall and then fell to the ground. What was that? He struggled to get up, but the electrical shock he had received had done a number on him. Every muscle in his body ached despite his determination to stand up. What were those glowing eyes that had peered into his soul? One moment, he was just getting ready to fly off when a hand had suddenly grabbed him. The next, he had come in contact with inhuman eyes before being heated up by what felt like a thunderbolt. This was not according to plan, and it felt like something was missing. His katana.
He finally got to his hands and knees and looked forward. He witnessed Maching Bird make a return, which meant that she had already dealt with his failure of a distraction. Beside her stood his assailant, the one that was responsible for toasting him, who now held his blade. Great, now there's two of them. Hyperion had prepared in advance for an inevitable confrontation with Maching Bird. But who was this other individual? He knew nothing about her; she wasn't some hero hyped up by the media. And yet, here she was, standing between him and his escape. Dealing with Maching Bird was one thing, but with two inhuman individuals, Hyperion didn't stand a chance. He glanced up at the sky to see the sun nowhere near setting. It had to be only a little over 3 o'clock. That's about three to four hours before he would have enough power to hope to prevail against these two. But now? He was finished.
"It can't end like this." Hyperion told himself. "This wasn't how it was supposed to go." He looked down at the ground in despair, witnessing his hands tremble. "I've failed." This was how things always were. I just wanted to live a good life. His trembling hand grabbed the lamppost by him. I just wanted peace. Tears filled his eyes. I just wanted love. He closed his eyes and remembered his last girlfriend, his friends, watching them fade away one by one. I've failed them. He remembered the days when he was first training himself to use his powers. I've failed myself. He remembered his oath to change the world. No, not again.
Hyperion squeezed the lamppost while getting himself up, leaving a dent. Never again. His entire body shook as he looked forward to his two enemies. Not today. He felt his blood rush as his irises once again emitted a crimson red color. Not ever!
As if by instinct, Hyperion let out a war cry, letting his fear and anger overcome him. Windows from around the area shattered as numerous objects came flew out and were thrown in different directions. He didn't care how it happened; Maching Bird and the glowing eyed monstrosity weren't going to live through this. He was going to bring the city, no, the world to its knees. Nothing could keep that from happening. After sending shards of glass toward the would-be heroes with his will, Hyperion jumped off the ground, fist raised, and flew head on toward the freak holding his sword. She dies first.
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Artelia
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Blowing bubbles
Posts: 10
Hero or Villain: Hero
Marriage: Nope
Element: Water
City: New Haven
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Post by Artelia on Dec 1, 2013 1:34:16 GMT -5
She almost sat, floating in the air, admiring the sword in her hands. She held it up to catch the light of the sun. She spent some time memorizing the detail work in the blade, studying the craftsmanship and small notches and cuts that had been worn into it. What an interesting design. She looked over her shoulder when she heard the voice of Maching Bird beneath her. Miss Jellyfish tried to bring about a smile across her lips. Although facial expressions were not very common from her, she at least tried to make an attempt to show gratitude. Maching Bird seemed like someone she would really enjoy being friends with. She floated down to the heroine, admiring her stance and posture. “Thank you. I just thought you could use an extra hand h-here.” She looked behind Maching Bird. “I assume the civilian is safe. I’m sorry about the g-governor.” she said looking down as the words left her mouth” In that moment there was a scream. She heard a gasp from the heroine in front of her, and spun around to see the glass headed towards them. Well aware of her own speed, running was not the option. She closed her eyes and calmed her self. She inhaled. She converted her body into a gel substance, keeping form and colour of it in it’s previous state. Maching Bird was already gone before the change. She kept her eyes closed when the attack hit, though the glass only passed through her like water. She opened them when it was over and let her body switch back to it’s original state. She waited for the enemy this time.
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Post by wandamax on Dec 4, 2013 0:16:15 GMT -5
Maching Bird, for a brief moment, stood in awe at the sight before her. This man, seemingly with the power of his own rage, was telekinetically shooting blades of glass at the two heroines. What more, it seemed almost effortless, like he didn't need to focus on it at all. Quickly shaking herself out of her state of awe, Wanda shot out of harms way like a bullet before sliding to a stop to turn back on the situation. Somehow, the new girl had managed to avoid any injury from the glass without even moving. Impressive, but she didn't seem to even attempt to defend herself from that powerful fist heading her way. Maybe she didn't realize just how strong his punches were, but she had gained some inkling of his strength before his rage had taken over, and knew it wasn't anything to be trifled with.
"Nope!" The young heroine called out mockingly as she sped back towards the fray, scooping up her new ally and her out of the way a split second before the man's fist would have made contact. She winced putting ressure on the arm that still had a bullet lodged in it, but powered through it despite the protest of her injured extremity. "You know, I usually wait for the second date before I'll hold someone like this," she joked with a wink before slowing down to let the silver-haired girl back onto her own feet.
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