Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
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Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
- Passives:
Name: Inhuman Strength
Special Ability Required: Physical
Sub Spec Required: Enhanced Conditioning
Rank: E
Range: Self
Description: This is a passive ability. Due to #13’s peak physical condition she has what could be considered as ‘inhuman strength’ at all times. She is incredibly strong to the point to where she could lift a car (weighing an average of 3,500 pounds) and hold it over her head before throwing it. This is just one of many examples that her inhuman strength allows her to do: including enhancing her martial arts based attacks.
Name: Inhuman Speed
Special Ability Required: Physical
Sub Spec Required: Enhanced Conditioning
Rank: E
Range: Self
Description: This is a passive ability. Due to #13’s peak physical condition she is naturally very fast to the point to where it can be called ‘inhuman speed’. She is capable of running at a full out sprint upwards of seventy-five (75) miles per hour, unlike the average human whom maxes out at twenty-eight (28) at peak physical condition.
Name: Telekinetic Aura
Special Ability Required: Psychic
Sub Spec Required: Telekinesis
Rank: C
Range: AoE range of Self up to 10 Meters away
Description: The user is constantly surrounded with a telekinetic aura which acts in away as an aura of protection. This aura automatically deflects attacks such as bullets or projectiles, as well as any magical attack that must be ‘thrown’, ‘launched’ and so forth, redirecting it elsewhere. If the user pays an additional 10 magic they can actually control the redirection, allowing them to turn attacks back against their opponents. This aura can be spread out to up to 10 Meters away from the user in an AoE range allowing for the user to protect others as well so long as they remain within the aura.
Headphones hanging from around the females neck blared Not Gonna Die by Skillet as the female rushed up the side path near the nearby vineyard: bare feet making barely a noise while leaving behind barely the trace of a footprint due to how fast she was moving. She was running nearly full speed, moving at nearly seventy-five miles per hour three times faster than what the average human could run, and yet it barely kept her from being run over by the car behind her: her white dress billowing out behind her and flapping her hair around to reveal the bar-code with the serial number beneath it tattooed on the back of her neck. Bullets flew in her direction from the front passengers seat and yet before they could hit her they were deflected in directions at random. The people behind her weren’t the police but rather a small time gang who had witnessed her beating the seven layers of hell out of one of their people for inappropriately trying to touch her. They hadn’t taken kindly to her beating the guy within inches of his own life, and thus they had begun chasing her around in their car throughout the city. For a while the police had been chasing them too, but they had long since lost them through the back roads. Now though? Well, if she wasn’t careful she was going to go splat and become a stain on the earth.
”You should give up while you’re ahead! Don’t make me kick your asses too!”, she called loudly while continuing to run down the road. She had little to no idea where she was, and not enough time to concentrate to actually find out, all she knew was that if she stopped running she was definitely in for it. ”Maybe you should tell your people it’s not a good idea to try and touch on little girls!”, she added after another several meters of running.
As she continued to make her way down the road she noticed a giant house in the distance: it was grander than most she was used to seeing. The path she was on seemed to be leading her right by it, at least that was what it seemed like to her, but she had no alternative but to keep going as trying to disappear into the trees would only cause her to end up likely colliding with one and breaking her neck.
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#13- Posts : 15
Credits : 100
Join date : 2017-11-04
Re: Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
A vineyard. It was large, with an estate in the center, belonging to the Morningstar. The place looked more like a fortress than a house. Underground chatter suggested that there were some movements within, and that there was a potential rise on the horizon.
Inner monologue:
"So many grapes. Grapes as far as the eye can see. Grapes, Grapes, grapes."
"Suppose they make wine in there? Juice?"
"Yes, wine comes from grapes. These are the Morningstars, it's probably a front for their other dirty dealings."
"Typical gangster shit, right?"
"Why are we here again?"
"Ol Spook's spider sense are tingling, there's been some movements around here. Looking like the Morningstars are getting active again. He just wants to stay in the loop is all. Keep tabs, whatever you wanna call it."
Spook was outside of the Vineyard, sitting at a nearby bus stop. At the moment he looked like an old man, wearing a blue sweater and brown khaki pants. A laptop was on his thighs, opened and on, and old, decrepit-looking fingers were touching the keys. Hacking into several satellites above in orbit in order to zoom in with their cameras and have a detailed look at the big house in the center of the vineyard was a simple as a few keystrokes. For now he wasn't seeing anything out of the ordinary.
But then there was the sound of gunfire. Trained eyes look up from his screen to see something white moving fast... impossibly fast. A girl with pink hair wearing a white dress was running far too quickly for someone of her young age. It appeared that she was trying to evade a car of guys who were hanging out of their windows with firearms, shooting at her. For some reason that he couldn't see, they weren't hitting her. Maybe there was some sort of magic at play, maybe those clowns just couldn't shoot; either way Spook was too far away to tell.
Inner Monologue:
"...Well. You don't see that everyday."
"She's fast for a little girl. You think she's special, like Spook?"
"Could be. How else do you explain somebody that small moving that fast?"
"Why do you think they're chasing her?"
"Maybe they want to molest her. Maybe they're trying to kidnap her to molest her."
"You think she's with the Morningstar?"
"Doubt it. She doesn't have their... what's the word i'm looking for... swagger."
"Swagger?"
"You know what I mean. The expensive pinstripe suits, the fedoras, the 'gangsta.' No, this is something else, something random."
"You think ol Spook's gonna step in? Be a hero?"
"I doubt it. Maybe if they come over here, knowing him, he's not gonna get up and go over there..."
Spook kept an eye on things from the bus stop. He didn't want to blow his cover, expose himself. He was perfectly hidden right here, and gave no one any reason to suspect a thing...
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Inner monologue:
"So many grapes. Grapes as far as the eye can see. Grapes, Grapes, grapes."
"Suppose they make wine in there? Juice?"
"Yes, wine comes from grapes. These are the Morningstars, it's probably a front for their other dirty dealings."
"Typical gangster shit, right?"
"Why are we here again?"
"Ol Spook's spider sense are tingling, there's been some movements around here. Looking like the Morningstars are getting active again. He just wants to stay in the loop is all. Keep tabs, whatever you wanna call it."
Spook was outside of the Vineyard, sitting at a nearby bus stop. At the moment he looked like an old man, wearing a blue sweater and brown khaki pants. A laptop was on his thighs, opened and on, and old, decrepit-looking fingers were touching the keys. Hacking into several satellites above in orbit in order to zoom in with their cameras and have a detailed look at the big house in the center of the vineyard was a simple as a few keystrokes. For now he wasn't seeing anything out of the ordinary.
But then there was the sound of gunfire. Trained eyes look up from his screen to see something white moving fast... impossibly fast. A girl with pink hair wearing a white dress was running far too quickly for someone of her young age. It appeared that she was trying to evade a car of guys who were hanging out of their windows with firearms, shooting at her. For some reason that he couldn't see, they weren't hitting her. Maybe there was some sort of magic at play, maybe those clowns just couldn't shoot; either way Spook was too far away to tell.
Inner Monologue:
"...Well. You don't see that everyday."
"She's fast for a little girl. You think she's special, like Spook?"
"Could be. How else do you explain somebody that small moving that fast?"
"Why do you think they're chasing her?"
"Maybe they want to molest her. Maybe they're trying to kidnap her to molest her."
"You think she's with the Morningstar?"
"Doubt it. She doesn't have their... what's the word i'm looking for... swagger."
"Swagger?"
"You know what I mean. The expensive pinstripe suits, the fedoras, the 'gangsta.' No, this is something else, something random."
"You think ol Spook's gonna step in? Be a hero?"
"I doubt it. Maybe if they come over here, knowing him, he's not gonna get up and go over there..."
Spook kept an eye on things from the bus stop. He didn't want to blow his cover, expose himself. He was perfectly hidden right here, and gave no one any reason to suspect a thing...
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The Spook- Posts : 19
Credits : 150
Join date : 2017-11-03
Re: Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
There was something to be said about being blind: you definitely got to view the world in a different way. Your other senses ended up far more enhanced and you could enjoy things in different ways than the average person. Every taste was more potent, every smell more explore-able. For a young girl living in a vineyard filled with delicious grapes that smelled absolutely amazing? Well, that was a very good thing indeed. Little Zaylee enjoyed very much being able to spend time just wandering through the vineyard at random: especially when it was a nice today out like it currently was.
As per usual the child was dressed in a knee length dress with puffy short sleeves that was pale purple in color; the hem of which was trimmed with black intricate silk lace. The skirt of the dress was pleated, causing it to flow out and away from her body while the top portion of her dress hugged her body without being restrictive. Buttons covered in black silk started from the collar of the dress and continued down where they finally stopped right where the skirt of the dress became pleated. Wrapped around her breast bone was a black silk bow tied in the back. White stockings and black buckled dress shoes helped to complete this look with a matching purple bow helping to hold her hair back. In her right hand was her white stick, a device used by the blind or visually impaired to help assist them with moving about. She used it only as a safety precaution in the chances that she failed to see something through her Psychic Navigation: as well as a way to deter people from deeming her ‘special’ for her abilities by keeping them as hidden as possible.
As per usual she was just wandering about, not really paying attention so to speak to where she was going as finding her way home was never really and issue: she knew how far she could go and what point not to cross. It wasn’t in fact until she could hear a car in the distance and what sounded like gunfire that she realized she was very close to that point: to the gate that ran along the vineyard low enough that her shoulders were level with the top most bar. As her walking stick hit the fence, the sound of her stick hitting a different type of wood than the surrounding trees, did she realize she was quite a ways from the house… quite a ways with a hail of gunfire coming towards her instead of away from her. ”Oh dear...”
As per usual the child was dressed in a knee length dress with puffy short sleeves that was pale purple in color; the hem of which was trimmed with black intricate silk lace. The skirt of the dress was pleated, causing it to flow out and away from her body while the top portion of her dress hugged her body without being restrictive. Buttons covered in black silk started from the collar of the dress and continued down where they finally stopped right where the skirt of the dress became pleated. Wrapped around her breast bone was a black silk bow tied in the back. White stockings and black buckled dress shoes helped to complete this look with a matching purple bow helping to hold her hair back. In her right hand was her white stick, a device used by the blind or visually impaired to help assist them with moving about. She used it only as a safety precaution in the chances that she failed to see something through her Psychic Navigation: as well as a way to deter people from deeming her ‘special’ for her abilities by keeping them as hidden as possible.
As per usual she was just wandering about, not really paying attention so to speak to where she was going as finding her way home was never really and issue: she knew how far she could go and what point not to cross. It wasn’t in fact until she could hear a car in the distance and what sounded like gunfire that she realized she was very close to that point: to the gate that ran along the vineyard low enough that her shoulders were level with the top most bar. As her walking stick hit the fence, the sound of her stick hitting a different type of wood than the surrounding trees, did she realize she was quite a ways from the house… quite a ways with a hail of gunfire coming towards her instead of away from her. ”Oh dear...”
- Psychic Navigation:
- Name: Psychic Navigation
Special Ability Required: Psychic
Sub Spec Required: Telepathy
Rank: D
Range: Up to 20 Meters from the User
Description: This is the ability to create a mental map of an area: including the location of people, objects, walls, buildings, and so forth. Unless something or someone is specifically blocked from Psychic abilities or hidden by a technique higher than D rank Zaylee is capable of seeing them in high detail: the same as if she were looking through highly advanced eyesight.
Zaylee’s normal range while moving around for this technique is up to five meters away from herself, however if she stands still and concentrates she can see up to twenty meters away from herself.
This is a passive ability and takes a permanent 10 Magic from Zaylee’s overall Magic pool.
- White Cane:
- Name: White Cane
Type: Item / Weapon
Rank: E
Description: A white cane is used by many people who are blind or visually impaired. Primarily it aids its user to scan his surroundings for obstacles or orientation marks, but is also helpful for other traffic participants in identifying the user as blind or visually impaired and taking appropriate care. The latter is the reason for the cane's prominent white colour, which in many jurisdictions is mandatory.
In Zaylee’s case this cane is 3 feet long due to her own size. While it’s used primarily for guidance with walking since she is blind is can be used as a sort of stick weapon should need arise.
Zaylee- Princess
- Posts : 13
Credits : 175
Join date : 2017-10-31
Re: Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
#13 was fairly certain considering how far they had gone that the little car the would-be gangsters were in was likely going to run out of gas soon enough: if she could just keep ahead of them until that point, and continue to deflect their bullets until they were out, she would simply be able to make her escape and get away from them likely somewhere they’d never find her or see her again. That was the plan, anyway. Or rather, it was up until she spotted the little fancily dressed girl in the distance. The little girl was by the fence that seemed to line the road, which likely lined the entire vineyard itself: it was made out of wood and would do little to nothing to stop the bullets that were flying towards #13 and ricocheting off of her shield. To make this revelation worse was the fact that the stick she could see the little girl holding was one she knew belonged to a blind person: one she had seen before herself when moving about the city. It made her assume there was little to nothing the little girl would be able to do if it came to bullets coming flying in her direction, or a car for that matter if the idiots behind her lost control of their vehicle. No, this was simply something she couldn’t risk: she was not the type to put an innocent life in harms way no matter how many lives she had taken in her own short one. If it came down to herself or the little girl then it would be herself no questions asked.
So a change of plans it was. With a sudden burst of speed she pushed herself as hard as she could to put several yards between herself and the car, enough of a distance for what she had planned. As soon as the distance was gained, something which took a matter of a second or two, she dug her bare feet into the ground for leverage using her inhuman strength and braced herself for impact: her stance having shifted so that her legs were wide and her knees bent, allowing for as much balance and grounding as she was going to be able to get against a car that weighed several tons. Her arms were bent at the elbows and pushed out just enough so that the vehicle would hit her hands instead of her torso. The driver in the car hit the brakes, but he was going too fast and too close for it to make much difference. Thus, with the squealing of tires being added to the sound of bullets being fired, the nearly unstoppable force collided with the immovable object. The resounding impact, the crunching of steel, filled the air as the bullets finally stopped flying. Those who had been hanging out the windows and shooting at her were thrown from the vehicle with great force while the driver ended up halfway through the windshield which sliced so deeply into his abdomen he would be dead within minutes if medical attention didn’t arrive. The entire front end of the car was crunched in as the dust cleared and the world settled. As far as the young female she was simply pulling her arms out of the wreckage, cuts littering her flesh but nothing more dangerous than that. She took several steps back and away from the wreckage, ignoring the nearly foot and a half deep hole in the road that her feet had made as she was impacted by the vehicle.
She scanned the area, pink eyes glinting in the sunlight, as she looked to see if any of the other thugs who had been shooting at her were up and moving: all while hearing the sound of gasoline, oil, and blood pouring onto the earth from the destroyed vehicle. All of the thugs were dazed, and not moving, and thus it was to the little girl she looked then, soft spoken words leaving her lips which were none the less loud enough to carry now that the world had gone mostly silent, ”You should go home, kid. You don’t want to be around when these men wake up, they’re not very nice people.”
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So a change of plans it was. With a sudden burst of speed she pushed herself as hard as she could to put several yards between herself and the car, enough of a distance for what she had planned. As soon as the distance was gained, something which took a matter of a second or two, she dug her bare feet into the ground for leverage using her inhuman strength and braced herself for impact: her stance having shifted so that her legs were wide and her knees bent, allowing for as much balance and grounding as she was going to be able to get against a car that weighed several tons. Her arms were bent at the elbows and pushed out just enough so that the vehicle would hit her hands instead of her torso. The driver in the car hit the brakes, but he was going too fast and too close for it to make much difference. Thus, with the squealing of tires being added to the sound of bullets being fired, the nearly unstoppable force collided with the immovable object. The resounding impact, the crunching of steel, filled the air as the bullets finally stopped flying. Those who had been hanging out the windows and shooting at her were thrown from the vehicle with great force while the driver ended up halfway through the windshield which sliced so deeply into his abdomen he would be dead within minutes if medical attention didn’t arrive. The entire front end of the car was crunched in as the dust cleared and the world settled. As far as the young female she was simply pulling her arms out of the wreckage, cuts littering her flesh but nothing more dangerous than that. She took several steps back and away from the wreckage, ignoring the nearly foot and a half deep hole in the road that her feet had made as she was impacted by the vehicle.
She scanned the area, pink eyes glinting in the sunlight, as she looked to see if any of the other thugs who had been shooting at her were up and moving: all while hearing the sound of gasoline, oil, and blood pouring onto the earth from the destroyed vehicle. All of the thugs were dazed, and not moving, and thus it was to the little girl she looked then, soft spoken words leaving her lips which were none the less loud enough to carry now that the world had gone mostly silent, ”You should go home, kid. You don’t want to be around when these men wake up, they’re not very nice people.”
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#13- Posts : 15
Credits : 100
Join date : 2017-11-04
Re: Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
A little girl appeared, seen on the screen of his laptop. Spook zoomed in on her. She had a white cane in her hands, meaning that she was blind. Information came up on her, but not a whole lot. Zaylee Morningstar. Abandoned at an orphanage shortly after she was born. Taken in by the Morningstar King and Queen. She was an innocent kid; Spook wasn't interested in her. She looekd to be in the line of fire, about to be swept up into the madness happening not far away.
"Another kid. Too many kids. Why do gangsters have kids? Don't they know that they can be kidnapped and used as leverage?"
"I don't get it either. 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.' She's blind. They're letting her wander around out here alone."
"There must be a reason behind that. Maybe she's special, y'know? Maybe she's like Ol' Spook."
"She special enough to avoid a high speeding car and guns?"
"Well, if Ol' Spook doesn't decide to put his cape on and go be a hero, I guess we'll find out?"
The pink haired girl looked to have noticed the girl, and seemed to be adjusting so that the blind girl didn't get involved. What happened next was surprising, but Spook's bland expression didn't change any. The girl caused the car to stop with her bare hands. She looked relatively unhurt, but the car was damaged beyond repair, and some of the occupants of the car were severely injured. Nothing was coming up on the pink haired girl except "NO DATA." Spook did manage to catch a glimpse of the barcode on the back of her neck, and even though there was no information on that either, Spook began to surmise that this girl had to be a part of something underground, black market, off the records.
"A strong lil cuss, isn't she? It looks like she's about as strong as Ol' Spook when he gets riled up."
"A strong lil cuss indeed. Better not get on her bad side."
The goons that had been chasing her, however, all belonged to a local small time gang that wasn't as big as one of the families, but was attempting to be. As for the reason they were chasing and shooting at her, Spook had no clue. Spook didn't really care either; he didn't concern himself with kids, who had no business in this life. All of this noise and action out here would surely attract the attention of the big wigs inside of that massive house, yes?
Spook waited to see who came out to see what was going on...
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"Another kid. Too many kids. Why do gangsters have kids? Don't they know that they can be kidnapped and used as leverage?"
"I don't get it either. 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.' She's blind. They're letting her wander around out here alone."
"There must be a reason behind that. Maybe she's special, y'know? Maybe she's like Ol' Spook."
"She special enough to avoid a high speeding car and guns?"
"Well, if Ol' Spook doesn't decide to put his cape on and go be a hero, I guess we'll find out?"
The pink haired girl looked to have noticed the girl, and seemed to be adjusting so that the blind girl didn't get involved. What happened next was surprising, but Spook's bland expression didn't change any. The girl caused the car to stop with her bare hands. She looked relatively unhurt, but the car was damaged beyond repair, and some of the occupants of the car were severely injured. Nothing was coming up on the pink haired girl except "NO DATA." Spook did manage to catch a glimpse of the barcode on the back of her neck, and even though there was no information on that either, Spook began to surmise that this girl had to be a part of something underground, black market, off the records.
"A strong lil cuss, isn't she? It looks like she's about as strong as Ol' Spook when he gets riled up."
"A strong lil cuss indeed. Better not get on her bad side."
The goons that had been chasing her, however, all belonged to a local small time gang that wasn't as big as one of the families, but was attempting to be. As for the reason they were chasing and shooting at her, Spook had no clue. Spook didn't really care either; he didn't concern himself with kids, who had no business in this life. All of this noise and action out here would surely attract the attention of the big wigs inside of that massive house, yes?
Spook waited to see who came out to see what was going on...
447 + 503 = 950 words
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Join date : 2017-11-03
Re: Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
Oh gods, what was she going to do? This wasn’t going to end well. She wasn’t fast enough to get back up into the house before the car and the hail of bullets made it to her, yet she couldn’t very well just stand where she was and wait to see what happened. Just as she was going to begin to scream for help the little girl who was being chased down seemed to have spotted her – Zaylee’s Psychic Navigation picking up on it. The little girl suddenly ran fast and then stopped, digging her feet into the ground and taking a stance that Zaylee associated with some form of martial arts – something which Sapphire, her mother, also used from time to time when training with the other guards. The girl held her arms out but at an angle and the car rammed right into her. A scream left Zaylee’s lips as she recoiled in horror, afraid of what she might ‘see’ while the crunching of metal was so loud in her highly sensitive ears.
Her hands covered her ears automatically while through her Psychic Navigation she watched as the dust settled the girl pulling her arms out of the wreckage, otherwise unharmed save for little scraps. The girl spoke to her, telling her it was likely best she head on home because the people who were around – should they wake up – were not nice. Zaylee would have argued otherwise but considering the situation she knew the other girl was likely right. Backing up several steps Zaylee then turned and ran as fast as possible back towards the house, narrowly avoiding tripping over things as her cane swung wildly in front of her, knocking off of trees and other objects she got to close to.
It would only be once she got inside that she would slow, or rather collapse onto the ground slamming the door behind herself as she sat on her knees breathing heavily.
Her hands covered her ears automatically while through her Psychic Navigation she watched as the dust settled the girl pulling her arms out of the wreckage, otherwise unharmed save for little scraps. The girl spoke to her, telling her it was likely best she head on home because the people who were around – should they wake up – were not nice. Zaylee would have argued otherwise but considering the situation she knew the other girl was likely right. Backing up several steps Zaylee then turned and ran as fast as possible back towards the house, narrowly avoiding tripping over things as her cane swung wildly in front of her, knocking off of trees and other objects she got to close to.
It would only be once she got inside that she would slow, or rather collapse onto the ground slamming the door behind herself as she sat on her knees breathing heavily.
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Zaylee- Princess
- Posts : 13
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Join date : 2017-10-31
Re: Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
- Omnipathy:
- Name: Omnipathy
Special Ability Required: Psychic
Sub Spec Required: Telepathy
Rank: C
Range: AoE range of Self up to 30 Meters away
Description: The ability to read, sense, communicate with, and control (NPC's only) any mind within the AoE range of this ability.
Magic 175 – 30 = 145
The little girl seemed to take her words under advisement and started to beat feet in a wild manner back towards the big giant house. Even from the distance she was at she could hear the little girls white cane hitting off of the trees and other objects that got too close to her path. Just as she was turning her focus back onto the thugs she noticed that one of them was up and attempting to chase after the girl. Frowning to herself she worked quickly, picking up the car, a blue Volkswagen beetle, and throwing it at the back of the thug. ”BLUE PUNCH BUGGY NO PUNCH BACKS!”, she called out, causing the thug to falter in his run and turn to look towards her just in time for the car to collide with his entire body, bowling him over and crushing him beneath it.
In the distance she heard a door slam and knew the little girl was, thankfully, back inside where she belonged during a situation like this. With two of the four wannabe thugs handled she turned towards the other two who were finally getting up to their feet, though they both looked shaken up: either by what they saw or the crash itself she cared little to find out.
Both looked at the car, and their two dead friends, and then back towards her before holding their hands up in the air. “Please don’t hurt us.” “Yeah, please. We don’t condone what our friend did.” “We were just along for the ride, we swear.” “We weren’t going to hurt you, we promise.”, they stuttered out, one after the other. She knew they were lying and couldn’t help but to roll her eyes as a look of annoyance passed across her face. Despite the fact that they had likely been shooting at her as well she didn’t really feel like killing anyone else: she was hoping they had learned their lesson though she couldn’t help but guess in the back of her mind they hadn’t. A frown formed on her face as she focused on the pair, figuring she would put some of her unused abilities to the test: if they were really sorry she would let them go, if they weren’t well then they would suffer to.
”You’re sorry, eh?”, she asked, watching as both of them nodded in return. She focused on them both hard, finding their minds easily accessible: they had no way of blocking her invasion out, nor of any way of knowing what she was doing. She delved into both of their minds through the use of Omnipathy, finding them both to be truthful to their words. She had scared both of them bad enough that they would change their ways if allowed to walk away. What was more was they would also denounce any ties to the wannabe gang lifestyle as well. In the end she nodded in response, folding her arms across her chest. ”Alright, I’m going to let you walk away from this. However, I find out you’re screwing up? I’m going to come back for you and you guys are going to end up like your buddies over there. Got it?” Both thugs nodded in compliance, looking at each other briefly in fear and then back towards her. ”Good, now get going before I change my mind.”, she added, watching as both didn’t hesitate to start taking off down the road in the opposite direction of her and the Morningstar Estate at a full blown run, nearly tripping over themselves in the process. ”Ugh, what a mess….”, she muttered as she turned her attention back towards the car and the two dead bodies.
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#13- Posts : 15
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Join date : 2017-11-04
Re: Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
The unknown pink haired girl said something to the Morningstar child, probably to get the hell out of there. She didn't hesitate, running towards the estate, the cane slapping against trees and things around her. One of the survivors of the crash was up and after her. Spook wondered if these guys were really after the unknown pink haired girl, or if this was really an attempt to get at the Morningstars. However before the goon was able to get too far, the unknown pink haired girl, in a feat of strength that should have been impossible for a child like that, picked up the car and threw it at the guy. A look of horror and dread was on his face before all of that metal came down upon him. It was a safe bet that he wasn't still alive beneath it.
"She doesn't have any qualms with killing."
"Yes, she's little red headed killing machine, that one."
"Something happened to her, it seems like she's seen some things to be so young."
"Yes, she's seen some things, most definitely. What do you think those things are?"
"Beats me. there's a bar code on the back of her neck, it looks like."
"Has to be a test subject from some black site somewhere. Maybe she escaped?"
"Maybe. Maybe she isn't the only one. Maybe we'll see more somewhere."
There was conversation between the girl and the other survivors. The other survivors put there hands up, and looked to be surrendering. The unknown pink haired girl didn't look convinced, but after saying something to them, and both nodding their heads, they both turned and started running away, nearly tripping over themselves, likely in fear. The 2 were now running in Spook's direction, as the unknown pink haired girl looked to be assessing the damage. With all of this action taking place on the estate of gangsters, Spook was wondering why none of the muscle was coming out to see what was going on. Gunfire, car chases, and Zaylee nearly getting mixed in? Was anybody even home?
Eventually, the two goons were out of the vineyard, and coming over to the bus stop. He didn't hear the conversation between the two, but he did see one say something to the other while pointing at that "defenseless old man." Spook closed his laptop and didn't change his expression, figuring he was about to get some exercise. One of the goons sat next to him while the other stood in front of him.
"Nice laptop, old man," said the goon next to him. "Too nice for the likes of you. Why don't you let me take that off your hands."
"Yeah I think it would be better off with us. Don't make any unnecessary trouble," added the standing goon, attempting to pull Spook's laptop from his grasp. Spook's grip was firm though.
"Are these guys serious?"
"I think they would have been better off dying in that car in the vineyard, they're out of the frying pan and in the fire now."
"Old man, give up the---"
A fist from his right hand went forward in a blur. Untrained eyes wouldn't even see it, it was delivered so quickly. The fist impacted the middle of the standing goon's face, delivered at an angle that would not only break his nose with a sickening crunch sound, but also push his nose bone up into his brain. Despite this, Spook pulled his punch so that he head didn't instantly turn into red jelly. The goon dropped to his knees with his eyes bulged, a choking noise coming from his mouth and throat. His whole body was trembling.
His partner sitting next to Spook was left in shock, wondering what the hell just happened. He looked at Spook and Spook looked at him. The expression on his face said that perhaps they shouldn't have come over here. By now, his buddy was on his side, convulsing, blood coming out of his nose and mouth. Spook pointed at his laptop as if to ask if he wanted it. Spook even handed it towards him. He looked hesitant and confused, like he didn't know whether to grab it or to run away.
He tried snatching it out of Spook's hand. Spook yanked to his left, sending a knee into the bottom of the goon's chin. An elbow came down upon the back of his neck. A backhand was next, making him slide to the far side of the bus stop and shatter glass with his head. Spook stood up as the crimson fluids spilled down his forehead and out of his mouth from that knee. He grabbed the goon around the throat and closed his windpipe. The goon looked terrified while Spook looked him in the eye calmly. His movement slowed down, and eventually he wasn't moving at all. Spook shook his head at the two, then left the bus stop and started walking the sidewalk, returning his laptop to his shoulder bag.
"Ol' Spook still has it, been a while since he's killed. I was worried he was getting rusty."
"Those morons would have been better off just leaving. Oh well..."
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"She doesn't have any qualms with killing."
"Yes, she's little red headed killing machine, that one."
"Something happened to her, it seems like she's seen some things to be so young."
"Yes, she's seen some things, most definitely. What do you think those things are?"
"Beats me. there's a bar code on the back of her neck, it looks like."
"Has to be a test subject from some black site somewhere. Maybe she escaped?"
"Maybe. Maybe she isn't the only one. Maybe we'll see more somewhere."
There was conversation between the girl and the other survivors. The other survivors put there hands up, and looked to be surrendering. The unknown pink haired girl didn't look convinced, but after saying something to them, and both nodding their heads, they both turned and started running away, nearly tripping over themselves, likely in fear. The 2 were now running in Spook's direction, as the unknown pink haired girl looked to be assessing the damage. With all of this action taking place on the estate of gangsters, Spook was wondering why none of the muscle was coming out to see what was going on. Gunfire, car chases, and Zaylee nearly getting mixed in? Was anybody even home?
Eventually, the two goons were out of the vineyard, and coming over to the bus stop. He didn't hear the conversation between the two, but he did see one say something to the other while pointing at that "defenseless old man." Spook closed his laptop and didn't change his expression, figuring he was about to get some exercise. One of the goons sat next to him while the other stood in front of him.
"Nice laptop, old man," said the goon next to him. "Too nice for the likes of you. Why don't you let me take that off your hands."
"Yeah I think it would be better off with us. Don't make any unnecessary trouble," added the standing goon, attempting to pull Spook's laptop from his grasp. Spook's grip was firm though.
"Are these guys serious?"
"I think they would have been better off dying in that car in the vineyard, they're out of the frying pan and in the fire now."
"Old man, give up the---"
A fist from his right hand went forward in a blur. Untrained eyes wouldn't even see it, it was delivered so quickly. The fist impacted the middle of the standing goon's face, delivered at an angle that would not only break his nose with a sickening crunch sound, but also push his nose bone up into his brain. Despite this, Spook pulled his punch so that he head didn't instantly turn into red jelly. The goon dropped to his knees with his eyes bulged, a choking noise coming from his mouth and throat. His whole body was trembling.
His partner sitting next to Spook was left in shock, wondering what the hell just happened. He looked at Spook and Spook looked at him. The expression on his face said that perhaps they shouldn't have come over here. By now, his buddy was on his side, convulsing, blood coming out of his nose and mouth. Spook pointed at his laptop as if to ask if he wanted it. Spook even handed it towards him. He looked hesitant and confused, like he didn't know whether to grab it or to run away.
He tried snatching it out of Spook's hand. Spook yanked to his left, sending a knee into the bottom of the goon's chin. An elbow came down upon the back of his neck. A backhand was next, making him slide to the far side of the bus stop and shatter glass with his head. Spook stood up as the crimson fluids spilled down his forehead and out of his mouth from that knee. He grabbed the goon around the throat and closed his windpipe. The goon looked terrified while Spook looked him in the eye calmly. His movement slowed down, and eventually he wasn't moving at all. Spook shook his head at the two, then left the bus stop and started walking the sidewalk, returning his laptop to his shoulder bag.
"Ol' Spook still has it, been a while since he's killed. I was worried he was getting rusty."
"Those morons would have been better off just leaving. Oh well..."
875 + 950 = 1,825 words
The Spook- Posts : 19
Credits : 150
Join date : 2017-11-03
Re: Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
The two remaining thugs took off down the road until #13 couldn’t see them anymore, which was around the time a frown settled in on her face. There was quite a mess left behind from all of the destruction and she really had no idea what to do with it all: the last thing she wanted to do was leave two dead bodies and a destroyed beyond repair car sitting on the Morningstar family’s lawn. With a glance behind her in the direction the two thugs had gone – double checking that they hadn’t changed their minds and decided to come back, and completely oblivious to the fate they now faced – she glanced back over to the blue beetle car and made her way over to it with a sigh. She still had no idea what to do with the car or the two dead bodies for that matter but she knew she had to come up with something: just leaving it here certainly wasn’t an option.
”Such a mess… and a pain in my butt.”, #13 muttered beneath her breath as she tugged the car out of the ditch it had came to rest in by its back bumper, wincing as the sound of flesh tearing on torn metal filled the air. ”Gross.”, she added in another mutter before getting the car completely free. The remains of the dead body were still laying in the ditch, while the driver was still good and stuck through the windshield. Once the car was back up on the road #13 jumped down into the three foot deep dish, grabbing the arm of the second dead body – the one devoid of blood splatter – and tugged him up and out, leaving behind a trail of blood as she did so. The body was shoved through the window next since the door wouldn’t budge save for her ripping it completely free.
”All I wanted was a nice cup of hot cocoa because it’s chilly outside, but your friend had to go and try and touch me and then you guys had to play the revenge game… Now everyone’s dead and I’m going to get blamed for it...”, and she was ranting, fairly hard at this point. Annoyance laced her voice as she glanced around again, still at a complete and utter loss on what to do with the car and the two bodies inside. Frowning to herself she reached up and scratched as her head before just putting her hands on her hips. So, how exactly did someone get rid of a mangled car and two dead bodies?
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”Such a mess… and a pain in my butt.”, #13 muttered beneath her breath as she tugged the car out of the ditch it had came to rest in by its back bumper, wincing as the sound of flesh tearing on torn metal filled the air. ”Gross.”, she added in another mutter before getting the car completely free. The remains of the dead body were still laying in the ditch, while the driver was still good and stuck through the windshield. Once the car was back up on the road #13 jumped down into the three foot deep dish, grabbing the arm of the second dead body – the one devoid of blood splatter – and tugged him up and out, leaving behind a trail of blood as she did so. The body was shoved through the window next since the door wouldn’t budge save for her ripping it completely free.
”All I wanted was a nice cup of hot cocoa because it’s chilly outside, but your friend had to go and try and touch me and then you guys had to play the revenge game… Now everyone’s dead and I’m going to get blamed for it...”, and she was ranting, fairly hard at this point. Annoyance laced her voice as she glanced around again, still at a complete and utter loss on what to do with the car and the two bodies inside. Frowning to herself she reached up and scratched as her head before just putting her hands on her hips. So, how exactly did someone get rid of a mangled car and two dead bodies?
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#13- Posts : 15
Credits : 100
Join date : 2017-11-04
Re: Wake up the Sleeping Lion! (Open)
A takeover. It had happened in a matter of minutes and yet it was as solid as concrete: there was no going back, no changing ones mind. Destiny Star was now King of the Morningstar Family. Yet, it changed nothing when it came to her personality, and the way she would handle things. She had been living at the Estate for a little over two years, ever since her father had attempted to kill her, so thankfully while this was ‘new’ territory it wasn’t all that different.
However, she couldn’t just kick up her feet in her leather chair at her desk and enter into this world peaceful – no, it seemed like some thugs and a super strong little girl had other plans. The flat screen monitors all showed the same thing: a car chase which had resulted in little Zaylee running into the house – the Morningstar guard remaining where they were simply because of the takeover going on and the chance of violence erupting. The thugs had been chasing after a pink haired girl up until she seemed to have spotted little blind Zaylee, at which point she had purposefully caused a car accident. Even when one of the thugs had gone to chase after the child this overly strong girl had thrown the car and ended that thugs life. Now it seemed like she was attempting to clean up the mess.
She knew she could have sent any number of Morningstar family members to clean up the mess for her but that simply wasn’t Destiny’s style. Instead she got up from her desk, stretched, grabbed up her gadgets, slipped her feet into her anti-gravity boots which resembled a pair of combat boots, and headed out the door and down the walkway that would lead right to the road. Her form was clad in black from the black hoodie with a bar-code on the front and the words “Addicted to Black” on it, to the black leggings she wore with it. Several members of the family attempted to follow her but she simply waved them off while tucking a piece of short white hair behind her ears. It wouldn’t take her long to reach the road and move down it, stopping a good dozen or so feet away from the kid with her hands in her pockets. ”You can just leave that there… we’ll take care of it.”, she would speak softly yet in a neutral tone of voice. ”I’m assuming they had a reason to be chasing you all around, yeah?”, she added, curiosity getting the best of her for the moment.
However, she couldn’t just kick up her feet in her leather chair at her desk and enter into this world peaceful – no, it seemed like some thugs and a super strong little girl had other plans. The flat screen monitors all showed the same thing: a car chase which had resulted in little Zaylee running into the house – the Morningstar guard remaining where they were simply because of the takeover going on and the chance of violence erupting. The thugs had been chasing after a pink haired girl up until she seemed to have spotted little blind Zaylee, at which point she had purposefully caused a car accident. Even when one of the thugs had gone to chase after the child this overly strong girl had thrown the car and ended that thugs life. Now it seemed like she was attempting to clean up the mess.
She knew she could have sent any number of Morningstar family members to clean up the mess for her but that simply wasn’t Destiny’s style. Instead she got up from her desk, stretched, grabbed up her gadgets, slipped her feet into her anti-gravity boots which resembled a pair of combat boots, and headed out the door and down the walkway that would lead right to the road. Her form was clad in black from the black hoodie with a bar-code on the front and the words “Addicted to Black” on it, to the black leggings she wore with it. Several members of the family attempted to follow her but she simply waved them off while tucking a piece of short white hair behind her ears. It wouldn’t take her long to reach the road and move down it, stopping a good dozen or so feet away from the kid with her hands in her pockets. ”You can just leave that there… we’ll take care of it.”, she would speak softly yet in a neutral tone of voice. ”I’m assuming they had a reason to be chasing you all around, yeah?”, she added, curiosity getting the best of her for the moment.
- Nanoids:
- Name: Nanoids
Type: Item
Rank: A
Description: Dez's bloodstream is primed with "Nanoids," which enhance her Speed, Strength, Endurance, and Perception. The machines are constantly rebuilding themselves using Dez's own electrical field as an energy supply. The machines ensure that Dez never gets sick, cannot be poisoned, and heals her from grievous injuries in a short amount of time. The Nanoids cannot be hacked by an outside source. They give Dez a "stealth" of sorts, rendering her unrecognizable to all surveillance equipment, and because of the android technology involved, invisible to those that can sense ki, as long as she is not involved in rigorous activities.
Injuries such as mild scraps and burns heal within one post, while broken bones and head trauma need two to heal. The loss of a limb or any form of regeneration takes three posts to complete.
(This is locked to Dez only, unless she grants another permission to have it.)
- Smart Device:
- Name: Smart Device (Phone)
Type: Item
Rank: C
Description: A black cellphone, comes with an earpiece and dual cameras. Also comes with a screen protector and a protective case: a car could run it over and wouldn’t do any damage.
It will only recognize Dez as it's user; anyone else will not be able to access or work it. It allows her to contact any of her friends who has the same phone instantly, alongside allowing them to make normal calls. The phone operates on a private channel that cannot be hacked or tapped. The Smart Device also allows Dez to hack into most any technology and machinery for a world of different functions; for example, turning off lights, remotely hacking computers, cameras, and other smart devices, overloading a device to cause an explosion, among many other uses left to Dez's imagination.
- Anti-gravity Boots:
- Name: Anti-Gravity Boots
Type: Item / Armor
Rank: D
Description: A black pair of ordinary looking, flat bottomed, polished, steel toed, combat boots that lace up the front with straps that cover the laces. The boots are a small size, fitting for a young woman's size feet. Woven into these boots however, at the very center of all of the fabric, is the technology and information that make these boots "anti-gravity". The boots are made out of a 'smart' material that is capable of repairing itself.
The creator of these boots, Dez, is capable of upgrading them even without the boots in her possession through multiple chips located within the boots that contain all of the information.
The boots work by syncing with the wearers nervous system; thus reading the users movements as they're passed from the brain and to the appropriate muscles: in this case the feet and legs. The boots help enhance the user in several ways:
- Enhanced Jump: The user can jump extremely high, able to go from the ground to roughly fifty stories into the air via repulsion from the ground itself - useful for when making an escape or needing to get out of the way. For those with a version of enhanced conditioning this jump height is nearly doubled. When matched with something like a cape or glider it's an effective means to get long distances without having to touch the ground via gliding.
- Enhanced Stomp: Using a reverse system this increases the 'heaviness' of the boot, causing more damage (talking skull crushing, skull shattering) damage to anyone who happens to be underfoot.
- Knock-Back Kick: Using must less repulsion than Enhanced Jump this allows the user when they kick someone to knock them back up to fifteen feet with a normal strengthed kick - for those with a form of enhanced conditioning this is increased to thirty feet.
- Wall Walking: Instead of repulsion like most of the upgrades to the boots this works quite the opposite way and instead pulls the wearer towards something. It allows them to essentially walk/run across all surfaces without falling. They're also capable walking/running up walls, and even upside down along ceilings or other objects.
- Glider Boosting: While this repulsion works much like the enhanced jumping upgrade this repulsion lasts longer than the latter. It must be charged before use (x amount of posts of charge = x amount of posts of flight) but once charged will allow the wearer to glide for how ever long the charge has been held for. While charging the wearer is still able to use the other upgrades of the boots.
- Speed Boost: When these boots are on they boost the wearer's speed.
Destiny- King
- Posts : 11
Credits : 125
Join date : 2017-11-06
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