- Location
- Minas Tirith
I wouldn't want to offend anyone here but Spacebattles does seem more active.
Shining Example (WORM ORIGIN QUEST)
- Thread starter IKnowNothing
- Start date
- Location
- Just passing through.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I don't think anyone would be offended by saying that, it is more active, mainly because it has way more users than SV.
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- Location
- Leeds
Depends on the section to some extent I think, the SV quest community seems a bit stronger than SB (Not saying its inactive of course), SB seems to beat this forum just about everywhere else though.
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
I mean, if you don't mind the extra clicks, a read-only thread would likely get you more views.
And we know how thirsty you are for more votes.
That is true, I'm always thirsty.
I won't get a page here so your argument is invalid.
Welp, if that's the case, I'll be throwing the thread over there as well. Might not be today, still need to finish the chapter and some homework. But eventually, it will go over there. Might need to compile a list of useful notes that I've done from this thread too.
Oh the horror of work.
- Location
- Leeds
I'd have gone with the horrors of collating votes from two places and split discussions but that too.
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
Come now my silver friend, have more faith, I am not a caveman!
- Location
- Leeds
Who is talking about you? Now I've got to track two things.Come now my silver friend, have more faith, I am not a caveman!
Three if you count memes!
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
A burden that I will live with.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Keep up the act, no matter what happens, you can't start a fight here.
-[X] Apologize, grit your teeth and bear it.
--[x] Be ready. Your outburst drew attention, it won't take much for them to connect the dots. Iron Rain, then Allfather, then Mimir, pop their heads if they try to fight. You can apologize to Number Man later.
---[X] "My Apologies. Alexandria saved a good friend of mine in London, so I don't take people insulting her to my face very well."
Just remember, we're underground. If need be, just ramp up the Gs and bring the roofs down on them.
-[X] Apologize, grit your teeth and bear it.
--[x] Be ready. Your outburst drew attention, it won't take much for them to connect the dots. Iron Rain, then Allfather, then Mimir, pop their heads if they try to fight. You can apologize to Number Man later.
---[X] "My Apologies. Alexandria saved a good friend of mine in London, so I don't take people insulting her to my face very well."
Just remember, we're underground. If need be, just ramp up the Gs and bring the roofs down on them.
- Location
- Currently in the local dimension.
There are other people above us, not the greatest idea.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Illegal casino, remember? Pretty sure they're not innocents.
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
We also want to avoid killing people. Causeing a massive sinkhole and collapsing the building above will kill a lot of people and might get innocent people outside of the building killed. Debris can get scattered across the block for example
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Fine, maybe just pin them to the ground with gravity. Good luck moving in 9Gs.
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
We tried that heck we tried 0 Gs
And it did not end well for the guy we squished.
Like it or not the full body grab is not something we can pull off safely especially not on a bunch of people at once.
We're stuck with shields, throwing shit and the power equivalent of punching things.
Unless you want a disgusting pile of gore on the floor
- Location
- Leeds
Yeah, we need to work on fine control.
- Location
- Currently in the local dimension.
Aye, we can already block some of the strongest attacks that can be thrown at us, and we can dish out a ridiculous amount of damage by crushing things or throwing shit. What we really need is to be able to put on kids gloves.
- Location
- Fox Empire
I don't think we currently have the control to keep the tranqs from going through the target...
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
You are on the site that gets its name from a saying about small things vs big things.
As in " one. At sufficient velocity "
Our only speed with projectiles is " sufficient velocity "
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
This is kind of wrong. Correct for the most part, Alex without any assistance can't really put on the kid gloves as it were. However, that's where Charles' visor comes in. It can measure the wave output so Alex doesn't accidentally blast someone open. Creates a sort of a muscle memory feeling that will help when he doesn't have them, but he can't really pinpoint them. Most of the time his hits are too soft and don't do the damage he thinks they should which would leave him open.
Eventually, he'll have the fine control to do some pretty cool stuff, but right now he's got a big hammer in a world of nails.
4.6: Empires Fall
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
"You shouldn't say that about my friend."
For a second your answer brings only indifference. Then Allfather freezes. And at that moment, you say screw subtly.
Sorry Number Man, you're not that good at this whole undercover thing.
You launch a hand forward, a ripple of golden light racing between you and Allfather. When it hits him, it's like a gunshot. His armor dents and he's thrown back against the wall only to stay as you wrap your waves around him.
The rest of them don't move. They can't. Raw fear and surprise freeze them in place better than waves ever could. They couldn't believe their eyes. Allfather, founder of Empire 88 and all around superpowered dictator, is hanging like a limp sack from your waves after a passing shrug.
Wary looks and horror find their way towards you; all but one. The fancy man at the end, he's grinning from ear to ear.
"Atlas," he breathes.
Tux shakes his head.
"A kid? Atlas… is a fucking kid?" he asks, the disbelief palpable.
You keep your hand forward, forcing Allfather deeper into the wall. Rain grits her teeth.
"You mother fucker!"
Metal spikes appear, falling to rust. The second Rain hears the groaning of Allfather's armor. Martin hand on his gun falters, and tux man grips his chair a little too tight. Forcing a cocky smile, you roll your eyes at the gun.
"Please, we all know how this goes. You stay exactly where you are while we wait for company. So much as twitch, and I squeeze the nazi till he pops."
Rain pales, the look on her face chills you to the bone.
"Y-you can't, you're a hero. Y-you're not supposed to kill."
"You're right," you say, "and I hope I don't have to."
Rain steps back, she believes you, that Chessmaster persona is gone in the face of something she can't shoot her way out of. Martin's eyes narrow. He tries to move, but you force the wave back in place the second he makes it. Even through his mask, you can hear Lorne grit his teeth.
"Are we not worth killing you self righteous faggot?"
You flare the waves around your eyes making them explode in a show of golden light that makes Lorne all but bow before you. You don't know, but you get the feeling he looks exactly like Rain.
"Do you think I'm just showing off? If I'm bluffing, I sure as hell not doing it for my sake."
You look at all of them, and except for Fancy man, none of them can stop the shudder that your stare brings.
"You've seen the news. What was it, all it took was me to take down Symphony?"
No one answers, the realization makes it impossible.
"I wanted to kill him. He deserved it, so do you now that I think about it."
"How can you say that?" Martin asks, his voice remarkably calm for the sweat dripping down his face, "We're not criminals, we've gathered-"
You shut him up with another flare of waves, making his chair crumble in on itself. One blink is all it takes. One second, a solid collection of steel, the next a floating ball of scrap and everyone but you and the fancy man jump back. From their faces, the pressure and power is too much to handle.
"With the intent of overthrowing a government, with the intent of harming myself and four of the greatest people that you will ever hear of all so you can act like you're fucking better than everyone else."
You turn to him, and with a sneer on your face, it probably looks like you want to crush him like a bug.
"I became a hero to stop people like you."
You look away; you can't take looking at fear like that any more than you need to.
"So for the sake of my patience, do yourself a favor and surrender before I turn you 'kings' into cripples, fuck what people call me."
Utter silence follows your declaration. Rain tries to step back, hell, she looks ready to run away. Her eyes shoot open. She looks behind you, to Mimir. Oh lord, you completely forgot about him! Shit, if he has a power that can open you up, all of this is down the drain.
"He'll do it."
He sounds just as horrified. Another pang of guilt cuts through you, but you can't falter now. One second of weakness and you're going to be blasted from all sides. Number Man had to hear the commotion, so where is he? You hope he's getting that backup like he promised, you don't know how long you can keep this up. You've fooled them for now, you might even convince yourself, but you can feel the panic nearly hit you. Your mouth is a line, holding in the nerves that somehow haven't gotten out.
Anytime Number Man wants to give you that back up he promised would be great. Allfather groans, making Rain jump. The edges of her mouth tip upwards, for a second before another wave bashes her father's head into the wall again.
"Question, are trying to shoot me?" you ask as casually as you can, turning your lips into a snarl "Because what. Did. I. Just. Say!?!"
Immediately, the tux man throws his hands up in surrender. Thank god. Martin grips his pistol tighter. Lorne mumbles something under his breath. You have to stop yourself from swallowing the block of ice in your throat. Please don't let them be the die for the cause types, please.
Both of them shift their feet. Oh shit, they are.
They're putting on a good show, like you, but waves betray the panicked breaths they try to hide, the kind that you're holding in. They're to close for you not to see them shift their weight. Rebecca's tell tell sign someone who knew what they were doing is going to do something. You shake your head, a warning, possibly the last that you can give them.
Lorne's hand starts to rise, Martin's tenses around his gun. You close a fist, bringing waves together ready to lash out.
A bark of laughter cuts through the tension. Everyone's eyes go to the fancy man. He claps, a shit eating grin on his face.
"Oh, this is just precious."
You glance around, sure enough, everyone else is just as surprised as you.
"What are you talking about?" Tux asks.
The fancy man points at us, "This, this little Mexican standoff that we've got going on, it's so much fun. Who's going to twitch first, who's gonna make the first shot! Fascinating stuff."
His grin drops off his face.
"Only for the first few seconds," like a light switch, the smile is back, "But we can fix that, Atlas."
You flinch at the mention of your name and you nod.
"You like throwing things at people, right?"
"... yes?"
"Perfect."
He flicks his wrist, and something sickly crimson and white rips out of his skin and slashes across the tux's throat. Fancy kicks him towards you. Instincts take over, you force away around him and throw him to the side.
Right into Martin.
Your ears bleed as a gunshot goes wide, and your ears scream. You catch the spiked point in the corner of your eye before you're thrown against the door. Something gets between you, and your head rings when it snaps back against the frame. Metal bends before your waves, and you slid to the ground where a slowly growing puddle of blood.
It's flowing down your back, something squirmy and wet drips down your neck. Oh god, it's so rancid, you're going to be sick! Where is… oh lord you're looking at Mimir aren't you?
You feel your chest start to clench, but sound comes out instead of sick as another roar of waves bashes your head like a cannon. Metal bends like paper behind you, and a thousand waves come to your aid to late to stop you from hitting something and crashing through.
Blinking away the dots of gold, you catch falling cards and chips coming down on you, as well as the stares of some unblinking guests.
"He's Atlas!" Rain screams.
Oh shit.
The last of the stars are blown away, just as the men around you brandish their weapons. You clench your hand, and the guns are ripped free from hands. They pitch forward, screaming through broken fingers and with a single wave you force them back. Gold envelopes you, the sound crashing through your ears like angry drums. Through the pain you lift yourself into the air.
The soft colors of the club are drowned out by your gold. Like a star at night, everyone stares up at you. Some more pull guns and fire, the force only a tap against your waves. Even so, that's more of a victory than these people deserved. Ignoring the growing scream, you layer a dozen more waves around you. Next time you hear a gunshot, you don't even feel it. A snap and everyone that you can see that's close enough is thrown against a wall by three waves. Not enough to kill, but enough to knock them out. Those that aren't are bashed upside the head by balls of metal that used to be guns.
A dozen or so waves shout out from behind the bar. A flick of your wrist sends a bottle smashing against the source. It doesn't it hit, but the waves stop moving.
Back at the main room, Martin and Lorne are fighting Fancy. Martin tries to shoot him, but he doesn't seem to be doing so well weighted to one side with a limp and bleeding arm. Martin unloads anyway against the top of Allfather's might round table. He tries to get a better angle, not noticing the white spikes littered on the ground around him. The poor man screams, the hazard going straight through his foot. He falls over, and the same trap pierces his hand. A black streak picks him up and carries him away, probably Lorne. Rain, however, is next to her father. Shaking him, tears running down her face.
Even from here, the light of your waves glints off of Allfather's armor. Rain's eyes go wide. A scream of pure desperation rips itself from her throat. A dozens of spikes fire like cannon shots towards you. They get close, about a foot from your face before they're trapped. Like a machine gun, they keep coming out, forcing you to throw another hundred waves between you.
But they keep coming, does this girl have any limi-
Your ears bleed, waves roar. Your shoulder, oh god there's a hole on your shoulder.
Your throat burns with a scream that you can't hear through the waves. You feel the wind and your knees buckle on the ground. You're panting. You can't catch your breath. Someone shot you. Someone is still awake! You've got to move you've got to get out of here. You start to rise and-"AAAAAH!"
It hurts, it hurts so much.
Lifting your eyelid is feels like lifting the mountain. Blocks of gold cover everything, you're blind. You cover yourself. It's the only thing you can do, the scream of waves is better than your shoulder. Even with your ears burning you feel the room shake.
What just happened? You blink, the gold remains, but you make out the edges of someone coming towards you. They're reaching out, you swing, and they catch it at your wrist. They're grip bites straight through the waves. They're free hand presses something against your face, and a familiar seal latches itself around your eyes.
REACCLIMATING
REACCLIMATING
MOVING AWAY FROM OVERLOAD THRESHOLD
One by one, the color fades away to reality, and you're met with the face of Rebecca. God you've never been happier to see that face. Especially back on top of a building. She's in her Alexandria outfit sans her helmet.
And she's furious.
She looks ready to tear your arms off, her fist clenched and her mouth a hard scowl. Then she sees your shoulder, and a million emotions flash over her face. Eventually it settles on a flat line. She puts her helmet on throwing one last glare behind you.
"Help him."
Who is she talking to? You turn around, and there's David in full costume. When did he get here? You turn to ask, but blink and Rebecca's gone, and waves start exploding from the buildings below.
"You know," David drawls behind you, "You're really lucky that I just got off my shift."
You catch a flash of green, and the blinding pain in your shoulder is gone. There's no hole, only the ruined remains of your jacket. You give it an experimental roll before there's a flash of silver and you're in your real clothes.
"Thanks."
"Thank Number Man. He got me the second that I got back."
Thank god for that, you think. Another blast and a spike explodes through the ground. Your hand thrusts out, grabbing the spike before it can hit anything else while David copies the motion towards the base of the building. It's leaning, about to fall if not for whatever power David has keeping it stable. He twists his wrist, and it shifts back into position. Screams erupt from the streets with the sound of sirens echoing closer.
"Nice pole," David comments, sounding board, "Whose' is it?"
"Someone called Iron Rain."
"She the one that hurt you?"
He sounds interested.
"Forget about it, help Rebecca."
You hear the sigh, and your visor flashes in warning.
THRESHOLD WARNING
"She's-"
"PLEASE!"
David's head snaps at your outburst. You can imagine that he's glaring at you, and you beam right back. His pride can wait, Rebecca is alone, and he is infinitely better backup. Your wills clash for another second, and then he's consumed with a flash of black smoke.
Good, he'll keep an eye on her. You might have gotten shot, but both of them are ten times the fighter that you are. They won't get hurt, please don't let them get hurt.
You shake your head, bad thoughts later, protect everyone else now.
"Clear the area!" you order.
For a second, they're staring at the building like you would a car crash. Morbid curiosity and terror are overriding everything else. Then you come out, shining and demanding.
It's panic, but it's controlled panic. Everyone in the range of your voice runs for it, and you do your best to keep some control. Your visor measures the waves to keep everyone out of the streets as gently as possible. Some hit the barrier a little too hard with the shoving, but bruises are better than the alternative.
It takes maybe a full minute before the police carter off the area, and the last of the civilians are out of the danger zone. Police cars barricade the streets, sirens blaring warnings to anyone that you can't see. Men and women pile out of their vehicles, sidearms in hand. Some get a look at you, and they look ready to drop everything.
A blast of bending metal forces your attention back down. A suited man lying in the ruined remains of what you think is the casino door. You drop to the alleyway mouth, putting yourself between him and the police before the poor man is even up and walking. His jaw drops in a soundless scream. He scrambles in the opposite direction, and you only have to move a dumpster to get him to stop.
His head snaps back, you start to say something, and the ground shakes. The man's fear explodes into new heights. He drops to his knees and raises his hands.
"Please don't-!"
Another blast shakes the ground, then another, and another and it doesn't stop. For a second, you imagine this is what it feels like walking through an earthquake. Windows shatter on the building. You catch them all, crushing them before they could hurt anyone else.
An agonizing second drags by, the shaking stops as fast as it starts and all is quiet. No music from the club, no gunshots anywhere near you. Steeling yourself, you walk to the door. The man goes as still as a statue as you go past.
You register the sound of approaching footsteps as you grab hold of the loose rubble and move it to the side. Turning into the club, you see David standing in the doorway. His hand is glowing with a dozen different colors all at once. He flinches with the door gone, turning the power to you.
"Oh shit."
"What's wrong?" You ask, preparing another blast despite your aching head.
A thought hits you.
"Is Rebecca okay?"
David seemingly shrinks behind his mask.
"Yes just… I was still cleaning."
He moves to the side, giving you a clear look at the club. And it's… a warzone.
Dozens of holes liter the walls. Each and everyone has a very distinct human outline. Every table is smashed to pieces, and those pieces are lodged in the wall like you threw them there. In the corner, a shivering group of members have their hands up, at least, those that could raise their hands did. Others are on the ground, surrounded by a green field and looking down at broken and shattered limbs.
In the meeting room, you can see Rebecca. Her gloves caked in blood, her fist around Fancy man's collar. Next to her, is Rain and her father. Both are on the ground, neither of them are moving. Fancy tries in vain to squirm out of Rebecca's grip.
"Hey hey hey! Think you're going a bit far? I helped Atlas when things got bad."
"Where have I heard that before?" Rebecca asks coldly.
His eyes dart to you, and when he smirks, Rebecca's free hand clenches.
"At least ask him first."
She doesn't react at first. If anything, her grip on Fancy's caller tightens.
"Speaking of you," he says casually, "I was going to ask if you would be willing to listen for a second."
Rebecca moves so fast you barely catch sight of her fist. You catch it with a dozen waves, and she rips straight through. Even so, she stops and looks back. Infuriatingly, you can't read her expression behind her helmet. But you can hazard a guess.
Why?
[] Because he helped you. He fought off Lorne and Martin while you were being ambushed from all sides. If he didn't, you might not have made it. Hearing him out is the least you can do.
[] You don't know. He came here to be part of an empire, but he surrendered. Leave him with the others, don't waste any more time on him.
[] It's already gone far enough. The empire is done, he's not worth doing anything more.
For a second your answer brings only indifference. Then Allfather freezes. And at that moment, you say screw subtly.
Sorry Number Man, you're not that good at this whole undercover thing.
You launch a hand forward, a ripple of golden light racing between you and Allfather. When it hits him, it's like a gunshot. His armor dents and he's thrown back against the wall only to stay as you wrap your waves around him.
The rest of them don't move. They can't. Raw fear and surprise freeze them in place better than waves ever could. They couldn't believe their eyes. Allfather, founder of Empire 88 and all around superpowered dictator, is hanging like a limp sack from your waves after a passing shrug.
Wary looks and horror find their way towards you; all but one. The fancy man at the end, he's grinning from ear to ear.
"Atlas," he breathes.
Tux shakes his head.
"A kid? Atlas… is a fucking kid?" he asks, the disbelief palpable.
You keep your hand forward, forcing Allfather deeper into the wall. Rain grits her teeth.
"You mother fucker!"
Metal spikes appear, falling to rust. The second Rain hears the groaning of Allfather's armor. Martin hand on his gun falters, and tux man grips his chair a little too tight. Forcing a cocky smile, you roll your eyes at the gun.
"Please, we all know how this goes. You stay exactly where you are while we wait for company. So much as twitch, and I squeeze the nazi till he pops."
Rain pales, the look on her face chills you to the bone.
"Y-you can't, you're a hero. Y-you're not supposed to kill."
"You're right," you say, "and I hope I don't have to."
Rain steps back, she believes you, that Chessmaster persona is gone in the face of something she can't shoot her way out of. Martin's eyes narrow. He tries to move, but you force the wave back in place the second he makes it. Even through his mask, you can hear Lorne grit his teeth.
"Are we not worth killing you self righteous faggot?"
You flare the waves around your eyes making them explode in a show of golden light that makes Lorne all but bow before you. You don't know, but you get the feeling he looks exactly like Rain.
"Do you think I'm just showing off? If I'm bluffing, I sure as hell not doing it for my sake."
You look at all of them, and except for Fancy man, none of them can stop the shudder that your stare brings.
"You've seen the news. What was it, all it took was me to take down Symphony?"
No one answers, the realization makes it impossible.
"I wanted to kill him. He deserved it, so do you now that I think about it."
"How can you say that?" Martin asks, his voice remarkably calm for the sweat dripping down his face, "We're not criminals, we've gathered-"
You shut him up with another flare of waves, making his chair crumble in on itself. One blink is all it takes. One second, a solid collection of steel, the next a floating ball of scrap and everyone but you and the fancy man jump back. From their faces, the pressure and power is too much to handle.
"With the intent of overthrowing a government, with the intent of harming myself and four of the greatest people that you will ever hear of all so you can act like you're fucking better than everyone else."
You turn to him, and with a sneer on your face, it probably looks like you want to crush him like a bug.
"I became a hero to stop people like you."
You look away; you can't take looking at fear like that any more than you need to.
"So for the sake of my patience, do yourself a favor and surrender before I turn you 'kings' into cripples, fuck what people call me."
Utter silence follows your declaration. Rain tries to step back, hell, she looks ready to run away. Her eyes shoot open. She looks behind you, to Mimir. Oh lord, you completely forgot about him! Shit, if he has a power that can open you up, all of this is down the drain.
"He'll do it."
He sounds just as horrified. Another pang of guilt cuts through you, but you can't falter now. One second of weakness and you're going to be blasted from all sides. Number Man had to hear the commotion, so where is he? You hope he's getting that backup like he promised, you don't know how long you can keep this up. You've fooled them for now, you might even convince yourself, but you can feel the panic nearly hit you. Your mouth is a line, holding in the nerves that somehow haven't gotten out.
Anytime Number Man wants to give you that back up he promised would be great. Allfather groans, making Rain jump. The edges of her mouth tip upwards, for a second before another wave bashes her father's head into the wall again.
"Question, are trying to shoot me?" you ask as casually as you can, turning your lips into a snarl "Because what. Did. I. Just. Say!?!"
Immediately, the tux man throws his hands up in surrender. Thank god. Martin grips his pistol tighter. Lorne mumbles something under his breath. You have to stop yourself from swallowing the block of ice in your throat. Please don't let them be the die for the cause types, please.
Both of them shift their feet. Oh shit, they are.
They're putting on a good show, like you, but waves betray the panicked breaths they try to hide, the kind that you're holding in. They're to close for you not to see them shift their weight. Rebecca's tell tell sign someone who knew what they were doing is going to do something. You shake your head, a warning, possibly the last that you can give them.
Lorne's hand starts to rise, Martin's tenses around his gun. You close a fist, bringing waves together ready to lash out.
A bark of laughter cuts through the tension. Everyone's eyes go to the fancy man. He claps, a shit eating grin on his face.
"Oh, this is just precious."
You glance around, sure enough, everyone else is just as surprised as you.
"What are you talking about?" Tux asks.
The fancy man points at us, "This, this little Mexican standoff that we've got going on, it's so much fun. Who's going to twitch first, who's gonna make the first shot! Fascinating stuff."
His grin drops off his face.
"Only for the first few seconds," like a light switch, the smile is back, "But we can fix that, Atlas."
You flinch at the mention of your name and you nod.
"You like throwing things at people, right?"
"... yes?"
"Perfect."
He flicks his wrist, and something sickly crimson and white rips out of his skin and slashes across the tux's throat. Fancy kicks him towards you. Instincts take over, you force away around him and throw him to the side.
Right into Martin.
Your ears bleed as a gunshot goes wide, and your ears scream. You catch the spiked point in the corner of your eye before you're thrown against the door. Something gets between you, and your head rings when it snaps back against the frame. Metal bends before your waves, and you slid to the ground where a slowly growing puddle of blood.
It's flowing down your back, something squirmy and wet drips down your neck. Oh god, it's so rancid, you're going to be sick! Where is… oh lord you're looking at Mimir aren't you?
You feel your chest start to clench, but sound comes out instead of sick as another roar of waves bashes your head like a cannon. Metal bends like paper behind you, and a thousand waves come to your aid to late to stop you from hitting something and crashing through.
Blinking away the dots of gold, you catch falling cards and chips coming down on you, as well as the stares of some unblinking guests.
"He's Atlas!" Rain screams.
Oh shit.
The last of the stars are blown away, just as the men around you brandish their weapons. You clench your hand, and the guns are ripped free from hands. They pitch forward, screaming through broken fingers and with a single wave you force them back. Gold envelopes you, the sound crashing through your ears like angry drums. Through the pain you lift yourself into the air.
The soft colors of the club are drowned out by your gold. Like a star at night, everyone stares up at you. Some more pull guns and fire, the force only a tap against your waves. Even so, that's more of a victory than these people deserved. Ignoring the growing scream, you layer a dozen more waves around you. Next time you hear a gunshot, you don't even feel it. A snap and everyone that you can see that's close enough is thrown against a wall by three waves. Not enough to kill, but enough to knock them out. Those that aren't are bashed upside the head by balls of metal that used to be guns.
A dozen or so waves shout out from behind the bar. A flick of your wrist sends a bottle smashing against the source. It doesn't it hit, but the waves stop moving.
Back at the main room, Martin and Lorne are fighting Fancy. Martin tries to shoot him, but he doesn't seem to be doing so well weighted to one side with a limp and bleeding arm. Martin unloads anyway against the top of Allfather's might round table. He tries to get a better angle, not noticing the white spikes littered on the ground around him. The poor man screams, the hazard going straight through his foot. He falls over, and the same trap pierces his hand. A black streak picks him up and carries him away, probably Lorne. Rain, however, is next to her father. Shaking him, tears running down her face.
Even from here, the light of your waves glints off of Allfather's armor. Rain's eyes go wide. A scream of pure desperation rips itself from her throat. A dozens of spikes fire like cannon shots towards you. They get close, about a foot from your face before they're trapped. Like a machine gun, they keep coming out, forcing you to throw another hundred waves between you.
But they keep coming, does this girl have any limi-
Your ears bleed, waves roar. Your shoulder, oh god there's a hole on your shoulder.
Your throat burns with a scream that you can't hear through the waves. You feel the wind and your knees buckle on the ground. You're panting. You can't catch your breath. Someone shot you. Someone is still awake! You've got to move you've got to get out of here. You start to rise and-"AAAAAH!"
It hurts, it hurts so much.
Lifting your eyelid is feels like lifting the mountain. Blocks of gold cover everything, you're blind. You cover yourself. It's the only thing you can do, the scream of waves is better than your shoulder. Even with your ears burning you feel the room shake.
What just happened? You blink, the gold remains, but you make out the edges of someone coming towards you. They're reaching out, you swing, and they catch it at your wrist. They're grip bites straight through the waves. They're free hand presses something against your face, and a familiar seal latches itself around your eyes.
REACCLIMATING
REACCLIMATING
MOVING AWAY FROM OVERLOAD THRESHOLD
One by one, the color fades away to reality, and you're met with the face of Rebecca. God you've never been happier to see that face. Especially back on top of a building. She's in her Alexandria outfit sans her helmet.
And she's furious.
She looks ready to tear your arms off, her fist clenched and her mouth a hard scowl. Then she sees your shoulder, and a million emotions flash over her face. Eventually it settles on a flat line. She puts her helmet on throwing one last glare behind you.
"Help him."
Who is she talking to? You turn around, and there's David in full costume. When did he get here? You turn to ask, but blink and Rebecca's gone, and waves start exploding from the buildings below.
"You know," David drawls behind you, "You're really lucky that I just got off my shift."
You catch a flash of green, and the blinding pain in your shoulder is gone. There's no hole, only the ruined remains of your jacket. You give it an experimental roll before there's a flash of silver and you're in your real clothes.
"Thanks."
"Thank Number Man. He got me the second that I got back."
Thank god for that, you think. Another blast and a spike explodes through the ground. Your hand thrusts out, grabbing the spike before it can hit anything else while David copies the motion towards the base of the building. It's leaning, about to fall if not for whatever power David has keeping it stable. He twists his wrist, and it shifts back into position. Screams erupt from the streets with the sound of sirens echoing closer.
"Nice pole," David comments, sounding board, "Whose' is it?"
"Someone called Iron Rain."
"She the one that hurt you?"
He sounds interested.
"Forget about it, help Rebecca."
You hear the sigh, and your visor flashes in warning.
THRESHOLD WARNING
"She's-"
"PLEASE!"
David's head snaps at your outburst. You can imagine that he's glaring at you, and you beam right back. His pride can wait, Rebecca is alone, and he is infinitely better backup. Your wills clash for another second, and then he's consumed with a flash of black smoke.
Good, he'll keep an eye on her. You might have gotten shot, but both of them are ten times the fighter that you are. They won't get hurt, please don't let them get hurt.
You shake your head, bad thoughts later, protect everyone else now.
"Clear the area!" you order.
For a second, they're staring at the building like you would a car crash. Morbid curiosity and terror are overriding everything else. Then you come out, shining and demanding.
It's panic, but it's controlled panic. Everyone in the range of your voice runs for it, and you do your best to keep some control. Your visor measures the waves to keep everyone out of the streets as gently as possible. Some hit the barrier a little too hard with the shoving, but bruises are better than the alternative.
It takes maybe a full minute before the police carter off the area, and the last of the civilians are out of the danger zone. Police cars barricade the streets, sirens blaring warnings to anyone that you can't see. Men and women pile out of their vehicles, sidearms in hand. Some get a look at you, and they look ready to drop everything.
A blast of bending metal forces your attention back down. A suited man lying in the ruined remains of what you think is the casino door. You drop to the alleyway mouth, putting yourself between him and the police before the poor man is even up and walking. His jaw drops in a soundless scream. He scrambles in the opposite direction, and you only have to move a dumpster to get him to stop.
His head snaps back, you start to say something, and the ground shakes. The man's fear explodes into new heights. He drops to his knees and raises his hands.
"Please don't-!"
Another blast shakes the ground, then another, and another and it doesn't stop. For a second, you imagine this is what it feels like walking through an earthquake. Windows shatter on the building. You catch them all, crushing them before they could hurt anyone else.
An agonizing second drags by, the shaking stops as fast as it starts and all is quiet. No music from the club, no gunshots anywhere near you. Steeling yourself, you walk to the door. The man goes as still as a statue as you go past.
You register the sound of approaching footsteps as you grab hold of the loose rubble and move it to the side. Turning into the club, you see David standing in the doorway. His hand is glowing with a dozen different colors all at once. He flinches with the door gone, turning the power to you.
"Oh shit."
"What's wrong?" You ask, preparing another blast despite your aching head.
A thought hits you.
"Is Rebecca okay?"
David seemingly shrinks behind his mask.
"Yes just… I was still cleaning."
He moves to the side, giving you a clear look at the club. And it's… a warzone.
Dozens of holes liter the walls. Each and everyone has a very distinct human outline. Every table is smashed to pieces, and those pieces are lodged in the wall like you threw them there. In the corner, a shivering group of members have their hands up, at least, those that could raise their hands did. Others are on the ground, surrounded by a green field and looking down at broken and shattered limbs.
In the meeting room, you can see Rebecca. Her gloves caked in blood, her fist around Fancy man's collar. Next to her, is Rain and her father. Both are on the ground, neither of them are moving. Fancy tries in vain to squirm out of Rebecca's grip.
"Hey hey hey! Think you're going a bit far? I helped Atlas when things got bad."
"Where have I heard that before?" Rebecca asks coldly.
His eyes dart to you, and when he smirks, Rebecca's free hand clenches.
"At least ask him first."
She doesn't react at first. If anything, her grip on Fancy's caller tightens.
"Speaking of you," he says casually, "I was going to ask if you would be willing to listen for a second."
Rebecca moves so fast you barely catch sight of her fist. You catch it with a dozen waves, and she rips straight through. Even so, she stops and looks back. Infuriatingly, you can't read her expression behind her helmet. But you can hazard a guess.
Why?
[] Because he helped you. He fought off Lorne and Martin while you were being ambushed from all sides. If he didn't, you might not have made it. Hearing him out is the least you can do.
[] You don't know. He came here to be part of an empire, but he surrendered. Leave him with the others, don't waste any more time on him.
[] It's already gone far enough. The empire is done, he's not worth doing anything more.
- Location
- Leeds
Marquis, you son of a bitch. I didn't expect to see you here.
Well played I know Nothing
Arguably true although you might have just been saving your own skin. Its pretty unarguable that you instigated it.
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Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
[X] You don't know. He came here to be part of an empire, but he surrendered. Leave him with the others, don't waste any more time on him.
Helping us and then surrendering is commendable. However, that doesn't wave away all that you did, crimes are forgotten and a pat on the back. It doesn't work that way.
Helping us and then surrendering is commendable. However, that doesn't wave away all that you did, crimes are forgotten and a pat on the back. It doesn't work that way.
- Location
- Fox Empire
I'm starting to get annoyed with the overloading shit. This fight should have been positively easy.
Anyway, here's my vote:
[X] You don't know. He came here to be part of an empire, but he surrendered. Leave him with the others, don't waste any more time on him.
Anyway, here's my vote:
[X] You don't know. He came here to be part of an empire, but he surrendered. Leave him with the others, don't waste any more time on him.
- Location
- Just passing through.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] You don't know. He came here to be part of an empire, but he surrendered. Leave him with the others, don't waste any more time on him.
Balance, by time we can just throw those waves around like nobody business, be afraid, because things will probably escalate to keep with us.