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[The Snark Knight]

IC:

 

The former Weapon was silent for an uncomfortably long time, pondering how best to answer the question. After a moment, she hugged Brooklyn across the divide.

 

"I really, really hope so, Brook. But... Optimism isn't my forte. I usually rely on you for that."

[Kaitholas Cage]

IC: Robin fell through a third portal. Dang magic. 'Course, it wasn't calculated for halfbloods. And, San Francisco.

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

 

The former Weapon was silent for an uncomfortably long time, pondering how best to answer the question. After a moment, she hugged Brooklyn across the divide.

 

"I really, really hope so, Brook. But... Optimism isn't my forte. I usually rely on you for that."

 

IC:

 

...

 

"Alright, then," Brooklyn replied matter-of-factly, turning up the radio and blaring The National for anyone caught in the Ferrari's slipstream to listen to and enjoy. "On behalf of everything, everywhere, I'm gonna go ahead, go balls out with it, and say everything's gonna be peachy soonish."

 

-Tyler

[Sir Flex Nardius]

OOC: Believe I'm waiting on a reply Tyler

 

IC: Scorcher

 

"So are you going to shoot me now or are you going to lower your gun?" Kane asked as he stood with his hands raised waiting for Abraham to answer.

 

"I believe you have me in check and its your move," Kane said as he fell into a chess motif. Abraham was a well known strategist after all.

 

"In any case my arms are starting to get tired." he said as his dark eyes swept from Abraham to the other figure who had spoken on his behalf. The sleeves of Kane's dark black hoodie was rolled down and revealed two tattooed sleeves on each of his arms. Almost the entire flesh was covered with various tattoos.

 

He even had tattoos of blue flames across each arm. Mostly they were there to mask a single tattoo within the beautiful art across his arms. A number. X-5 was scrawled across his left arm in black ink. A mark that he hated but he could never rid of himself. He didn't want to forget what he once was. He wanted to grow from it.

[Dr. Vengeance]

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Hotel Suite.

 

" Well, since up here seems to be more boring than you, on report day, I'm going to see what else there is to do around here." She said and started walking to the door  " There is a spa on one of the lower floors, correct? Never mind, I'll find out." She mumbled as she went to turn the doorknob and then stopped to think. " **** it! I'm going to try and find someplace to eat first. Want to come? Tara asked from the doorway, her eyes glinting in invitation.

 

 

IC: Alison

 

Tired of looking for a sign of life in the living room, Alison began to walk to toward the girl's dorm. ' See?  No one's there. Leave.....No..not.Yet....' Alison thought to herself as she walked, her frozen steps making barely any noise against the wooden floor tiles

[Lord of Adders Black]

IC: While Marauder was paying attention to things far away, something very close suddenly loomed in front of his scope.

 

<Identify> Anton asked, having shuffled a few pieces of his makeshift-mecha around to create a speaker system 

 

 

IC: Alyss sniggered as she saw the tattoos on Scorcher's arms, "Got to hand it to you big guy, when you pick a theme you really roll with it."

 

 

IC: A portal popped open next to Patriot and Molotov, an energy form Alyss walking out of it from her former position in the sky.

 

"You know I could probably get you on that ship," she said, one nebulous finger pointing at the big dreadnaught Hydra had brought, "Getting heroes of this world to fight threats of this world might be alright in terms of interference. I shouldn't cause too much disruption."

[Sir Flex Nardius]

IC: Feral

 

My name is John Howlett and I'm the best at what I do. Right now that's aerial combat. John surged to the left and right as bullets whizzed past him. It would only take a few good shots into his Jet-pack to destroy it and send him hurtling back towards the ground far below. Yeah, I'd probably live through it but that would hurt like ######. John thought. He flew past another Hydra soldier his claws extended as they tore through both of the soldier's arms slicing them off in an instant.

 

The soldier screamed in agony as his arms and a good deal of blood began to fall towards the earth. John turned towards him and swept his claws across his throat to silence him. He was closing in on his target: one of the Hydra planes above that was belching out Hydra parachutes and jet-pack soldiers. He flew upwards towards the metal plane. Then he threw his claws upwards as he reached the plane. He then began slashing wildly at the bottom of the plane. His adamantium claws tearing into the metal of the plane with ease.

 

John kept at it as he began to tear a massive hole into the underside of the plane. He pulled himself up into the hole he was creating as he continued to tear and slash. Pieces of metal falling past him towards the ground six miles below.

 

Finally his claws tore through open air as they cut through the metal floor of the plane. John slashed himself out of the hole before landing on the deck of the plan. He was surrounded by surprised looking Hydra soldiers.

 

"Hey there bubs." John grinned before he threw himself into the first soldier and began ramming his claws into his gut.

[Flaredrick: Forgotten One]

IC: Marauder

"And you are?" Marauder asked taking cover, as if he was being shot by someone that wasn't even shooting.

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

"Well, shucks. Glad to know you paid the utmost attention in my class and ****. Not my fault I'm a teacher."

 

Alaric hopped up and joined Tara at the door, and suddenly in his mind's eye he wasn't walking down the hallway of some ritzy casino. He was traveling the well-worn path from the Institute gates to the door itself. It was a June day, approaching his twenty second birthday faster than he'd have liked, but he was still young enough and skilled enough and beautiful enough that he had decades ahead of him if he used them right. It rifled his dark hair and soothed his skin despite its latent heat; a movie studio couldn't have provided better lighting for his face and walk.

 

Beast had been standing at the gates, arms open wide and a warm smile on his face. Ric grinned back, though it wasn't as much at the Headmaster as it was at the weather and the music bumping in his car.

 

"I just hope that youuuuuu think of meeeeeeee," he sang in a pleasant everyman's R&B croon as he approached Hank and shook his hand warmly enough, hardly noticing the stares of the students outside who had turned to look at the speaker. "Hey, Hank."

 

"Since when have you called me Hank?" Beast had asked in surprise, eyes widening behind his glasses; Ric had grinned and turned now to see the people who had paused to bear witness to the end of his four-year sabbatical from the Institute. For a second he felt like a king, and then he ascended to god status when he saw Taralynn drop the football she had been about to throw and turn to him, grin wide and beaming like a streetlight.

 

"If it's a problem, I'll stop," he threw out casually, as though he probably wouldn't even if it were a problem. "What's up? You called me back saying you had something for me."

 

"Err...yes. Step inside, Alaric. Please. We'll talk in my study."

 

Every time he remembered how he had left the courtyard and walked inside the Institute itself, Ric remembered exactly what it had felt like to let his life slip away.

 

Alaric pulled his wallet from his back pocket like a magician pulls a card in a trick and spun a credit card nimbly between his knuckles as he walked with Tara to the elevator and pressed on one of the floors he knew for a fact had a cafe. Out of habit he turned to Tara and ran his eyes over her, with her newly straightened orange hair, fair skin, sharp, pretty features and orange eyes that glowed like like stars glow just after the night sky turns a navy blue and they have a stage to step on to. She had taken his fashion advice and wore a simple teal v-neck and black skinny jeans, dressing slightly like Ashlynn had used to but with her own, darker twinge to Ashlynn's innocent style choices. It was odd, really, how different she and Ashlynn had been. Ashlynn with her innocent face and her caring voice, soft and peaceful like you'd imagine an angel to talk, Ashlynn with her powers and mannerisms as pure as could be. And then Taralynn.

 

Darker. Sharper. Hotter.

 

Wait, what?

 

Yes, hotter. It was something with a stigma attached to it, he supposed, but where Ashlynn had always been classically beautiful, Taralynn was a more new-school kind of hot, with her sharp features, her sailor's tongue and her emotionally bombastic personality compared to Ashlynn's peaceful, polite social habits. Where Ashlynn had been a controlled burn, Taralynn was fiery; when the fire was out, Ashlynn went peacefully while Taralynn smoldered. Even their surnames had been different, and their ideologies were each different: Ashlynn had gone the unoffensive route and taken Summers, trying to put the Phoenix behind her. Tara had embraced the last name Grey and used it as a badge, a testament to everything that could have been of her and everything that could still be.

 

Even when you took the poetics into the equation, there was something there, something intangible about her that made her hotter than her older sister had been, Alaric decided as he finally turned his gaze and sat up on the handrail of the elevator. Even if he couldn't name what it was, it was there.

 

Definitely there.

 

-Tyler

Edited by Dallas Winston, May 16 2013 - 05:13 PM.

[A billion cats]

IC: Howard Stark

 

Howard struck first, firing a quick unibeam blast at one of the Hydra Iron Man knockoffs, it tore straight through the suit, killing the Hydra soldier inside. Two more of the shock troopers flew closer and launched bolts of electricity from their gauntlets, the electricity sparked and arced around the suit as Howard's shielding took most of the impact. Howard flew forward, firing a repulsor blast into the face of one while tackling the other as they both began to go into freefall. 

 

 

IC: Up above, another SHIELD agent was fighting for her own survival. On crucial advantage over the Iron Patriot armor, however. She had powers fueled by anger.

And she was angry.

Very angry.

Light up a forest because a tree looked at you funny angry.

This was her home, her country, her freedom, her duty.

They'd tried to kill her boyfriend too, **** it!

She swooped around one of the Hydra Iron Men, keeping a beam of extremely intense heat on it constantly. No shielding meant the metal was exposed to that unadulterated heat constantly. Sure, it could defray some of it by conduction. But not enough. The temperature was rising, and the pilot would cook or the armor would melt like butter very soon.

 

IC: The pilot began to scream as the heat began to become unbearable, he fired bolts of electricity at his attacker frantically. When he saw that this was having no effect, he knew he had to pull a last resort...

 

His suit began to pulse with energy as the arc reactor on his suit's chest began to glow brighter and brighter...till it was almost blinding. Other Hydra Shock Troopers nearby stopped whatever they were doing and began to fly as far away as they could. 

 

Then it happened. A massive electrical discharge began to erupt from the suit in a wide radius around him, Natalie was certainly within it's range if she didn't begin to move. The pilot continued to scream until with one last burst of energy, the arc reactor in the suit's chest exploded, and the pilot with it. A large shock wave of electrical energy went in all directions, like a bomb made of electricity. 

 

-----------

 

From within his personal ship, Doctor Tesla smirked as he watched his Tesla troops in action. They were working perfectly. 

 

But now it was time for a more personal and up close look, the doctor stepped toward what appeared to be similar to the shock trooper's suits, only it was a bit bigger and seemed to be more advanced. It was a suit he'd built for his personal use. 

 

A large silo opened up as Dr. Tesla himself flew out and into the battlefield which had once been New York City. His HUD displayed Hydra communications and where they were meeting the most resistance. Majority of which was coming from as he expected, the Avengers. While he desired nothing more than to kill Howard Stark with his own bare hands, he decided to save him for last. Only after Howard saw all his friends defeated and dead would he finally take his life. 

 

He flew toward the closest target, which to his surprise did not appear to be a known Avenger, but a mutant that seemed to have powers uncannily similar to the legendary Wolverine. Someone like that was a very big threat indeed, he needed to be taken care of quickly. 

 

He flew closer to the mutant, who was apparently inside one of their own Hydra craft, the doctor hovered just outside the hangar, where the mutant could not reach him. He stretched out his gauntlet as he came to a stop. Electricity began to hum from the gauntlet as he prepared his attack. 

 

With a sound akin to a thunder bolt, electricity arced out of the gauntlet and straight toward John, the funny thing about having an adamantium skeleton was that it made electricity all the more attracted to you, and much more painful.

Edited by A billion cats, May 16 2013 - 06:04 PM.

[Sir Flex Nardius]

IC: Feral

 

John tore out his claws with a spray of crimson before he flung them to his left slashing them through the face of another Hydra soldier. At this close range bullets were tearing into his body like flies swarming a piece of meat but this was nothing knew to John.

 

Zzzztttttt. John hear a faint sound the instant before it hit him. He swore the hair on his arms suddenly stood on end before electricity coursed through John and his thoughts suddenly stopped replaced by terrible, intense pain. The electricity dug through John's flesh and muscles and focused on the adamantium skeleton inside his body as it conducted the electricity through his flesh.

 

Some of John's insides literally cooked as he was blasted backwards through the air like a ragdoll. He flew for what felt like forever backwards before he landed hard on the metal floor his jet-pack scraping the floor and creating sparks as he skidded to a stop. Small tendrils of electricity still arced across his body for a moment as John shook his head and stumbled to his feet.

 

"Okay that ****ing hurt..." he said as blood poured from his ears and nose from the shock. His vision was a bit hazy still and he had a terrible smell of burned flesh hanging in the air around him. John had seen where the bolt had come from. His vibrant cyan eyes flashed towards the hanger of the plane where he saw a flicker of movement.

 

He then slid his claws across each other and unleashed a bellow before he activated his jet-pack at full capacity. John was blasted forward through the plane with surprising speed as he hurtled towards his target. His claws were extended outwards as he let them cut through Hydra soldiers, metal walls, anything that got in their way as he flew forward. He burst from the plane like an vengeful hawk as he blasted towards his foe with his claws outstretched in front of him.  

[A billion cats]

IC: Dr. Tesla

 

The doctor smirked from behind his suit's visor. This poor fool was playing right into his hands. Naturally he had expected this Wolverine look-alike to be able to heal himself, but now he knew for sure. 

 

The jetpack however was a rather clever trick on John's part, but Tesla was not too concerned as he flew farther away from the hangar. John was nearly upon him when he unleashed an attack of his own, only this time his focus was on John's jetpack. Without it he'd fall like a rock, even if he somehow survived the fall, he wouldn't be able to just get up anytime soon. 

 

Electricity arced from Tesla and surged straight toward John's backpack even as John closed the distance between them, if all went well John's backpack would short out or explode, whatever came first. 

[Dr. Vengeance]

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Hotel.

 

Taralynn stood slient for most of the elevator ride. Every now and then, her gaze would flick towards Alaric and then back to some other point in the elevator. Like a firefly fliting back and forth to a lantern; not wanting - or not sure how - to get too close, but still wanting - needing - to try and touch the beautiful light inside. Tara put her hands in her pockets as the big metal doors opened on their floor, a bell ringing once to let them know they were at their stop, just incase they were blind enough to miss the obivious sign in front of them. She stepped forward into the hallway eyes closed in thought, Alaric behind her - telekinitic awareness mapping the path in front of her.

 

She'd missed so much thanks to that prison: the sports, the wind blowing through her hair as she ran, tackled, dove; water as she swam; the eyes watching her in amazement; - Her eyes filed with determination, for her, for him - the elation she got from using her powers, whether for right or wrong. The wants, the needs, the people - Ashlynn, Adrian, Hank, Alaric, etc. heck, even the bore of doing homework. None of it mattered.

 

It was like, most of what she'd did, what she'd felt, it wasn't her feeling it. Remembering it. She could hardly call the memories her own. The closest she came were the explosions. Losing control; in truth was like a release, one brief moment where she got to break through and feel, be free, if only for a time. But that; that was then. Now, now she was free - free to take; to be, to feel, to experience, to remember - and she would never go back.

 

Tara opened her eyes and looked for a seat, as they made it to the cafe. It wasn't bad. It had a view out to to the city - which admittedy she wasn't fond of, black wooden chairs and tables, white fur rugs, blah blah blah.  Tara walked toward a seat by the window, eyes flaring as she mentally forced another couple away from her desired seats. She glimpsed up from her menu for a second to look at the man across from her. The tossled, dark black hair, those dominating blue dots, in that perfect, -usually - always smiling face, the beautiful fair skin.

 

Her eyes settled briefly, content at dining with Alaric, before flaring back up to their norm as the waiter came to take their order. "Are you ready to place your orders, or would you just like a drink for now."  the waiter asked "For now? I'll have a water and this." Taralynn said pointing to one of the dishes on the menu. "Good, and you sir? " the waiter asked and turned to Alaric.

Edited by Dr. Vengeance, May 17 2013 - 01:11 AM.

[.:Advent Aeternale:.]

IC: Hydra soldier after Hydra soldier sailed though the skyline of New York, unwillingly assisted by the baseball stylings of Siegfried and Erin. As the remainder of the group of soldiers made to escape and possibly regroup, Siegfried nodded a farewell to Erin, then took the opportunity to take to the skies, batting aside airborne troopers with abandon. Eyes glowing, Siegfried began to focus, the sky darkening as storm clouds began to roll in.

 

It was time to try and make a difference.

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

Alaric looked up from what he was doing with a start; he had been twirling one of the knives around his knuckles quickly like you would a poker chip, and at the waiter's voice his rhythm was disturbed and his face snapped up to the man who had broken it. His eyes flowed like sparkling, gorgeous blue tides to Taralynn's face, and then back to the waiter. 

 

"I'll take the same," he said with a curt politeness, holding out his menu for the waiter.

 

-Tyler

[Varren Rehn]

IC: (Molotov, Christopher, Warren):

 

"And who, are you?" Molotov asked the energy being. He didn't remember a SHIELD agent with that powerset. He was fine with recieving extra help, but he was suspicious at the new arrival.

 

---

 

"Intruder? I got in here by accident!" Christopher broke down crying again at this accusation.

 

That's when she threw the shirt at the guard. It was a somewhat futile attempt at distraction, but there wasn't much she could do outside of that. Then she jumped forward, making sure to move past the barrel of the rifle, so the guard couldn't turn the weapon to shoot her. Then, she reached out with her arm, trying to grab the guard's wrist as a knee flew forward at the guard's stomach.

 

---

 

What little power was left running in New York City was slowly vanishing. Well, it wasn't vanishing. I was absorbing it. I'd finally gotten the chance to regain some lost power, and I doubt the Mayor of new york would care about losing several city block's worth of power during an attack on the city.

 

Done absorbing electricity from the power line, I jumped off, grabbing onto the edge of the rooftop and pulling myself over the edge. Barely bothering to pay attention to the battle in the city, I started to run, trying to find a way out of this mess.

[Dr. Vengeance]

IC: Nathanael

 

For the first time since the restaurant Nathanael actually looked up at what was happening; the explosions, the busted buildings, the ships, the people fighting in the sky. It all looked pretty bad, almost like the city was getting attacked. Wait-a-minute, it was getting attacked. " Ow the **** id I all miss this?!"  Nathanael asked himself as he stepped onto the body of one of the fallen.

 

'Ould I join? I mean ere eems to be a ood it a en'ner'tainment up ere. But all the same, ehy, ould I add nother thing at I ave to do? I l'ready ot the aiter and that ****** who nabbed me in'a back...Hmm..maybe...I..' He stopped midthought as something caught his attention. "The **** is that?!!" Nathanael asked himself, gaze turned to the large group of purplish-grey storm clouds amassing over the city.

 

 

IC: K

 

"Please Ma'am, get to safety." K said before taking off back down the sidewalk. The feeling of saving a life making him run with renewed vigor. He was feeling good. He'd just saved a woman, He was alive, and hopefully things wouldn't get any worse. He stopped short in the street, his feeling of joy quckly turning into one of horror at the sound of a loud boom and then the lights around him going out. K started to run again, intent on heading to one of his earlier destinations: Central Park. 'Things are getting worse, the electricity is disappearing. Why, oh why, did I think that everything would get better just because I saved a woman?'  He thought to himself as he ran.

 

Quick glances to his sides proved his theory right. Not only were the explosions getting worse, but the power was fading block by block. K's feelings fell even further as he rounded a corner and saw somebody getting chased into traffic by the armed men who were attacking the city. Even if it was dangerous, he had to try and help. He couldn't just stand there and let them hurt somebody. He stood still as he let the tingle start to build, no matter what he had to try and help.

 

OOC: Question. Spencer is getting chased by the Hydra soldier's, right?

[Lord of Adders Black]

IC: "I'm new. And sort of a tourist," Alyss said to Molotov as though this magically explained everything

 

 

IC: The distraction worked as the guard got caught up in the tangled folds of the shirt. Christopher also managed to grab hold of the gun barrel, although to the guard's padded armouring the kick wasn't quite as effective. The guard began struggling, trying to wrest the gun from Christopher's grip

 

 

IC: <I'm the guy with a badge and authority> Anton answered drily, <Now, identify yourself>

[Varren Rehn]

IC:

 

Christopher didn't say anything as she gripped the gun barrel with her arm, making sure to hold it away from her body. Christopher knew that she wouldn't be able to just pull the gun out of the guard's arms. The guard had greater strength with one arm, as well as a second arm. This made Christopher wish for the umpteenth time that she had a right arm again.

 

"God. ######. It. Will. You. Just. Let. Go?" Christopher growled, emphasizing each word with a stomp to the knee," Let go, so I can knock you unconscious!"

[Half a Cup of EW]

IC:

 

"This is Julia, this is Tali," Dallas replied bluntly, motioning with his perfect midnight-colored bangs towards each girl in turn. "Girls, this is Rene. He's kind of my lover."

 

As he spoke, his hands slid up towards Rene's neck and wrapped around the back of his hair, ruffling it affectionately before dropping down into Tali's embrace again.

 

 

IC

 

"Nice to meet you, girls," Rene said, tossing his hair teasingly as he gently massaged Dal's shoulders. "You been at the school long?"

[Dr. Vengeance]

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Cafe.

 

Tara looked away from the window as the waiter left. "Alaric?" Tara asked and then paused to make sure she had his attention. "Why, did you come here with me?" she continued, her eyes never looking away from his. "And, no. I don't mean here." She said before he could anwer. One hand motioning at the cafe around them. " I mean here. As in this hotel? Vegas?" she said, her hands clasping together on the table. "Not that I'm not glad that you're here. It's just.." she said quickly, letting her words drift off at the end. Taralynn's tone of voice finishing the sentence for her. "..Why?"

 

 

 

IC: Alison

 

Alison walked through the girl's dorm, not paying attention to any rooms aside from the one she was headed for. She stopped outside the door, knocked, then pushed. 'See? She's not here!....She didn't want to be near someone as worthless as you....Let's go!' the other voice thought tiredly. 'No...' She responded mentally as she stood in the empty room. Alison turned around and walked down the hall, her frozen feet tapped near soundlessly on the floor. She would check the boy's dorm and then one more place: the basement. If there was no one there, then she'd leave.

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

The knife stopped spinning, hovering about two inches away from the tips of Alaric's perfect obsidian bangs; slowly, he let the spacing between his knuckles increase until the knife slid through the gap. With his other hand he plucked the knife from midair and set it down on the table. For an instant some instinct in him fought him, struggled for the right to drum his fingers on the table. He repressed the urge and then looked back to Taralynn, who was leaned forward, waiting for an answer, as opposed to his slightly slack, weary posture. His deep blue eyes met her fiery orange - he reminded himself that, similar to how her shirt matched her hair and eyes, blue and orange were complimentary colors. They looked great together.

 

"Because you're all I have left from the good times," he replied steadily. "And seeing as no one else has - well...stuck around...I want to stay with you, Tara. Everyone should have someone at their side, thick and thin. I wanna be that somebody. Because maybe if someone had done this for me, I wouldn't have sacrificed four years of my life that I'll never get back for a history teaching job that I absolutely despise. But...nobody was there. Nobody really stuck by me. I don't want that mistake to get made with you, too. You deserve better than that, Taralynn. You are better."

 

His hand was stretched out on the table, the very definition of casual, and his voice was steady, hitting the same strong and charming notes it always did, but the emotion inside them was clear.

 

-Tyler

[Flaredrick: Forgotten One]

IC:

"Uh, Leech, who did you sent me to go to?" He fired a bolt at the raging rhino, then he jumped off the railing onto another walkway.

 

IC:

"S.H.I.E.L.D Agent Marauder. So you're part of the local NYPD?" He fired a round into a HYDRA soldiers head. He then looked at the man.

[Sir Flex Nardius]

IC: Feral

 

John saw the lightning bolt surging at him at the last second. He'd half expected another electrical attack. He pulled his claws up in front of him and turned his body vertical. The electricity instead surged into John's adamantium claws before blasting down into his hands. Intense terrible pain filled him again as his hands blackened and smoked as they were electrocuted.

 

John then flew forward as he unleashed several rapid slashes at Tesla's chest.

[Dr. Vengeance]

IC:Taralynn, Las Vegas. Cafe.

 

Tara sat silent for a minute, then tried to look down and mask a smile, gave up and looked back up. It was sappy, it was sweet, it was a tad sad, but to Tara it didn't matter. It was perfect, just like him. " I want you by my side." Tara said and reached her hand out to his. Interlocking their fingers, in a soft but, tight meaningful grip. "More than that.." Tara started and then stopped, not sure if she could continue. She felt weak, this open display of affection was harder for her to say then she thought it would be. She took a deep breath - the shackles of the past were still affecting her, and squoze his hand.

 

"...I want to be by your's." Tara managed to get out over the sudden, increased beat of her heart. "Not just through thick and thin, not just right now, but period."  she continued, slowly, letting her words build. " I don't want just all of that, I need more, I won't-can't, settle." She said, from the way the words tumbled from her mouth it was obvious she was losing confidence.

 

" I want you, I want me. I want us!" She said and looked down. Purposely letting her hair fall in front of her face. ".......Do you?"  Tara asked softly, voice barely a whisper. In that moment, in that one momont as she peered up at Alaric through her, straight orange bangs, something changed; it wasn't just emotion. It was beyond emotional. This wasn't a moment of weakness. She was frail, to the point where all he would have to do is reach forward and touch her. One touch, and he would either have her heart in his hand or ruin their relationship forever. It woudn't last, in fact it would never come again. But right now, it was here, and all because of him.

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

It took him a lot less time to make his decision than he'd thought it would.

 

That was a perk of hyperkinesis; his brain was constantly running and jumping at leaps and bounds ahead of the normal speed. He could pick up the butter knife right now and throw it behind his back, and it would hit dead center from fifty yards away without him so much as looking at it for more than two tenths of a second. He could process facts and lessons and data fast enough that he could be done in class thirty minutes faster than everyone else through high school and college. What's more, his decision making processes were faster and stronger than the norm, because his brain cycled through everything at a mercurial pace and pieced together outcomes quicker than the normal mind could so much as conceive of them.

 

Taralynn Shine Grey. Seventeen, going on eighteen. With straight orange hair that went down past her eyes right now and a frail, unsteady looking appearance to her fine china-like features, Alaric could almost feel the aura of tenderness about her. He couldn't see much of her face, couldn't tell what she was thinking; he only could discern that this was all now, and that ever since they'd shared a quick kiss before Halloween en route to Canada, the two of them had been on an inevitable crash course with this moment. Now the air bags were ready to deploy, if need be; Alaric could choose to fly through the windshield and take his chances with the pavement or he could sit in the car and not go anywhere. If you're gonna get yourself killed anyway, why not at least go out flying?

 

In a movement that was deliberately, painfully slow for his hyperkinetic's mind, Alaric reached out and cupped Taralynn's cheek tenderly from across the table, not with the intention to break, but with the intention to cradle. To protect. To love. At this point, he could stand to do with a bit of all of those.

 

"Yeah, I do, Taralynn."

 

-Tyler

Edited by Dallas Winston, May 18 2013 - 11:16 PM.

[Dr. Vengeance]

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Cafe.

 

Taralynn smiled the moment he cupped her chin. It was just what she wanted. Not just a touch, but an embrace without arms or word. Not a push that was neither comforting nor appreciated. He'd accepted her. Even if it was with a moment's doubt, he'd still accepted her - he'd even moved slower so the moment could last. And that was enough, enough for her to linger in his hold, Content -for now- to not be in control and just sit for a minute in his wonderful grasp. "Good." Tara said as she pulled back softly -  though still wanting to stay, unable to think of another response.

 

"I just wanted to tell you, that your orders shall be here momentarliy." the waiter said as he stopped by the table for a second, then turned and walked away.

[Constructman: Black Knight]

IC: Knower (Maroon text is his body, black text is his mind)

Clank, clank, clank. Carli had called out to him, but the armored titan didn't respond. No, he was lost in the battle, mindlessly advancing upon the enemy.

 

As for me, I wasn't sure where I was. My body was fighting, but my mind seemed to have drifted off into some sort of trance. Whether I had entered a plane of the spirit world or whether I was simply daydreaming at the very worst possible time, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that I was absentmindedly charging straight into the enemy force, cutting down two or three at a time, giving no heed to the state of my armor. Granted, it was holding up better than expected; the fact that it wasn't completely falling apart was good. 

 

The armored titan had broken through another rank of soldiers; or rather, simply walked through them-some of them were still shooting at him. He turned his head to the sky, looking up at the aerial combatants overhead. His countenance didn't change, not that anybody would have been able to see it. Soldiers of metal fought in the sky, with more fighters on the ground. A winged figure flew in the sky above, like an angel, a herald of either salvation or doom.

 

As the body walked, my mind siently protested. But the body refused to pay heed. I had entered into another state of consciousness, a state of detachment, of "dissonant serenity". I felt no fear, no pain, no sorrow, because I wasn't really there at all. It wasn't me there. It was somebody else.

 

It was the Black Knight.

 

IC: Morning Star

THE CYBORG FLEW THROUGH THE SKY, QUICKLY DESCENDING TO THE GROUND. KNOCKING AN IRON MAN KNOCKOFF OUT THE AIR, IT CONTINUED TO THE GROUND. SWOOPING LIKE AN EAGLE DOWN ON A HYDRA OFFICER, ITS MIGHTY, BLACK WINGS WITH KNIFE EDGED FEATHERS BEATING WITH BARELY CONTAINED STRENGTH, CREATING A MINIATURE GALE. IT GRABBED THE HYDRA SOLDIER BY THE THROAT AND TOOK OFF INTO THE SKY, BEFORE DROPPING THE UNFORTUNATE SOUL. WATCHING THE SOLDIER FALL TO HIS DOOM, THE CYBORG REPOSITIONED ITSELF. STRETCHING OUT AN ARM, IT AIMED WITH ITS PALM TOWARDS THE GROUND. THE WINGED WARRIOR'S FOREARM EXPANDED IN SIDE AS ITS INBUILT LASER CANNONS BEGAN TO CALIBRATE THEMSELVES. PATIENTLY WAITING FOR THE CANNON TO CALIBRATE, THE CYBORG SHIFTED AROUND IN THE AIR, DODGING ANY SHOTS THAT CAME ITS WAY. FINALLY, THE CANNON CLICKED AND A GUN BARREL OF SORTS POPPED OUT FROM UNDER THE CYBORG'S WRIST. THE ARTIFICIAL ANGEL TOOK AIM, AND THEN SHOT, A BLUE BEAM OF LIGHT SHOOTING FORTH FROM ITS ARM TO THE GROUND, BURNING EVERYTHING IT TOUCHED. HICH JUST HAPPENED TO BE A DETACHMENT OF GROUND TROOPS. AS THE SOLDIERS SCREAMED IN AGONY, THEIR SKIN SEARED, THEIR FLESH CUT, AND THEIR EYES BLINDED, THE CYBORG FOLDED ITS WINGS AND HURTLED TO THE GROUND. HEARTLIGHT BEATING INTENSELY, IT DREW A SWORD FROM ITS BACK; AND CRASHING DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS, IT STRUCK...

Edited by Constructman: Black Knight, May 19 2013 - 10:26 PM.

[.:Advent Aeternale:.]

OOC: Indeed, Spencer is being chased rather doggedly by Hydra soldiers.

 

IC: Siegfried reached a hand to the sky as the dark clouds rolling in began to rumble with thunder. His eyes glowed as he worked with that for which he was born to work, the skies themselves bending to his call, the forces of nature working in tandem to bring the force he commanded into being.

[Dr. Vengeance]

OOC: Awesome, thanks for the info.

 

IC: K

 

K clenched his fists and dashed, his body pushed faster by the visable 'tingle' over his body. Even though he was putting himself in danger, the fact that he was doing it to help someboy made the dull throb building throughout his body, hurt less. He grinned for a second as he crashed into one of the armed men then winced as they bounced on the ground. K rose upwards in shock as the soldier he thought was knocked out stirred underneath him, and thrust the butt of his gun into his chin. In his stunned state he barely noticed the tingle reach it's apex, as he grabbed the gun, and forced his body to surge. The moment the gun grazed his hand the soldier suddenly started to shake wildly and then just as suddenly stop.

 

 

' That was close.' K thought to himself as he stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, only to then turn to see a soldier with a gun pointed at him. "######..." K said fearfully and threw his hands outward in an panicked, pointless attempt to shield himself from the soldier's sharp-metal-bullety-fury. He and the soldier both reared backwards in surprise as a flash came from in between them and something left K's hand. When the flash cleared, the soldier was laying on the floor, smoke rising from his chest, and K was standing perfectly unharmed.

 

 

'What? What the-----What? Just? Happened?!!" K asked himself in utter confusion as he looked down at his hands. He wasn't exactly sure what just happened; but he was more-or-less okay. He wasn't dead. "Sweet, I'm alrigh----****!" K exclaimed as he looked back up and any hope he had left evaporated as he saw the ring of soldiers surounding him, all with weapons in hand. It was over, he was wrong, he so was dead.

[Lord of Adders Black]

IC: Leech slapped his palm to his forehead. Seriously? First he ran off without any caution, then got himself captured, now he had forgotten what he was supposed to be doing five minutes after being told...Bringing White Lightning along was looking more and more like a huge mistake every second. The guy was a liability. And kind of a moron.

 

"Christopher!" Leech snapped, "Go help Christopher! Upper floor Pym Particle control room!"

[.:Advent Aeternale:.]

IC: Springing down an alley using the adjacent buildings as stepping stones, Spencer imagined he would finally have escaped pursuit. Jetpacks begged to differ. Spencer was not amused.

[Flaredrick: Forgotten One]

IC:

"Go it." He ran faster and went to make a turn to an elevator. he punched the number in which the room was located in. * whistles* Then gunshots ring out. First he gets knocked out, then a Rhino, which is sorta bringing down his memory, now people are shooting at him. "Great what could go wrong." Then the elevator stopped. He crouched down to get out of sight, and opened the doors of the elevator. He still needed to go two floors up.

 

Then right in front of him, a giant hole in the floor comes out of nowhere. "Me and my big ###### mouth!" He then ran the opposite direction, in whch the guns are coming from.

 

OOC: That would be Rhino right there.

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

Alaric saluted the waitress with his hand on the table, performing a perfunctory two finger diagonal swipe before looking back to Taralynn as she leaned back and observed him, smiling. Her eyes had a relieved, happy glow to them and it was hard not to get lost in the sheer joy reflected in her perfect enamel grin. 

 

"Your hair looks good straight. I think you should keep it like that."

 

-Tyler

[Dr. Vengeance]

IC: Taralynn, Las Vegas. Cafe.

 

"I'll consider it." Tara said and thanked the waiter. She brushed some hair out of the way of her face as she looked up in thought. " Then again, It does make me look somewhat like Ashlynn." She said with a laugh. Her eyes twinged with annoyance as she looked at the reflection of herself in a spoon. Just the very idea made her sick. "And honestly, I don't think I like it. Do you?" Tara asked and dropped the now melted spoon back on the table. " Not that it makes me look exactly like her, I'm just not sure how I feel about staying straight." Tara said as the waiter came back, put their dishes on the table, and walked away. " Whatever, I'm hungry, the food's here and I don't care anymore." She said dismissively as she picked up a fork and started to eat. 

[Dallas Winston]

IC:

 

One track mind, Alaric thought with a mental smirk as he spread a napkin across his lap and began to cut into his own food. It had a pleasant taste to it, hardly anything from Napa Valley or the French quarter, but as hotel restaurants go it was pretty great. Taralynn seemed to have the same thoughts, and as Ric took a sip of water their eyes met again and he smiled.

 

"Still feeling a spa visit after dinner?"

 

-Tyler