Ineffable

Hmmm.

It's good, but I thought she was undersized in this picture. Otherwise that's some pretty good stuff.

A civilian stepped forward to take one of the arrest markers from Harry.

That's when the mysterious attacker within the crowd decided to strike again, in probably the most unexpected of manners.

The civilian Harry had just handed the arrest marker to suddenly paled dramatically, and dropped the marker.

Then his suit started to shred, revealing his skin...

And bubbling forth like a plague from hell were boils, growths, lesions, every possible skin deformity you could imagine, the man had.

The source became apparent as a tendril of what looked like green gas slipped back into the crowd from around his neck. It was made almost entirely of radiation.

The man had been induced with super-accelerated cancerous growths. In complete shock, pain, and horrorm he stumbled forth, his hands reaching for Harry.

This was bad. It was possible that he still had traces of the deadly radiation dose on him, and if he made direct contact it would almost certainly be lethal. It even looked like the poor man was about to simply explode entirely, and nobody wanted that. It would be entirely too messy and it wouldn't be a picnic for Harry either.

Cries rang forth from the crowd as multiple tendrils of radiation slipped to and fro from all over, lightly tapping a person here or there, inducing them with more cancerous growths. Soon, Harry would be surrounded by a bio-hazard worthy of most biological warheads, and it wouldn't help that each person was a potential explosive danger. Literally.

Harry suddenly felt a kind of...pressure...around himself.

Like the air was vibrating. It felt kinda good at first...

Until it started to cut.

The air around Harry was being manipulated to vibrate at high speeds, to create the equalivelent of being shredded by a wall of razors. At the same time, an immense pain started to build up in his ears...

There was a very soft chuckle, made by a voice that seemed to imitate tinkling crystal. Due to the pressure and the noise generated by the sonic distortion trying to rip apart his body however, it was impossible to tell which direction it came from.

((Actually, my current character is female. What kind of name for a girl is DIOV?

I'll disclose her name when there is the proper build-up of DRAMA. ))

Of course, the godess couldn't see whoever had lobbed the radiation ball at her. The attacker was seated in the audiance, and it stood to reason whoever was the attacker was clever enough to quickly switch seats after attacking. The godess was blind as to who had assaulted her. She'd have to go and indivdually kill every last patron in the audiance to find the attacker.

Of course, said attacker was not going to wait for that to happen. Her next attack could come from anywhere.

Telekinesis! Never leave home without it!

Do the Akira thing, yeah yeah, crush em, mash em, pulp em, grind them into a tiny point and make it rain blood upon the ground! Raise, Rise, Collide, Mash, Meld, Bleed, Crush, Pulp, Gore, Drip, Puncture, Leak, Implode...

Do the Akira thing, yeah yeah...

Ermpskef. Did I just say that all aloud?

And yes, I have to agree with Khell. Up until now I always thought Vern looked like a mini-version of big M. This entirely repaints my mental image of him.

Another one of the seemingly helpless members of the audiance watched the huge fight that broke out with a smirk. She'd been planing on simply leveling the entire place, killing everyone inside along with the idiotic gang of Femme Fatals. Then she would have rummaged through the wreckage and gotten what she wated, returned to her employer, collected her pay, and spent a few weeks vacation in Greece.

'No Rest for the Wicked, it seems.' She thought.

Well then, time to move.

The main number of the attacking group seemed completely occupied with the attacking heroes and the unlucky villain who had just barged in. Save for one person.

The godess on the platform.

Quoting someone she had heard before, sometimes people just needed to die in nasty and painful ways. Right now, people was the godess.

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The godess was suddenly looking at a giant orb of green.

It wasn't there one moment, the next it was almost on top of her. It had appeared so fast, she had barely even had time to see where it had come from, all she could have discerned was that it had come from the general direction of the audiance.

No less then ten feet from impact with the godess was an orb of deadly radiation. It was volatile enough to eat straight through the floor, and the bedrock foundation beneath the building for a few meters before the radiation expired. If it hit, it was not going to be a picnic for the godess. If she could imagine being hit by an atom bomb, and being killed by super-accelerated cancerous growths all over her body, she might have had a small idea of what would happen to her if the orb of glowing radiance hit her.

I remember you.

Albeit, I am not a regular of the art forum, so...ah...

Ermpskef. >.>

Actually, believe it or not, but Virtue is the 'official' and agreed upon RP server.

Mind, Im not saying there is no RP in other servers as well. You can find some on Freedom, and a little on Infinity. But honestly, the agreed upon RP server is Virtue.

Now if you want NUMBERS, go with Freedom, by all means.

But if you're looking almost exclusively for RP, take Virtue.

((AHA! I'm begining to piece this together bit by bit!

*Takes down notes*

Soon...very soon...

MUWHAT MUWHAT MUWHAT))

Maiden Justice seemed to bend the rules. She was kinda a martial arts/super strength/invulnerability/super reflexes scrapper. She also had the Girdle of Hera, given to her by the Furies, which supposedly channeled the power of the Greek Pantheon. It now goes by 'The Liberty Belt' worn by Mrs. Liberty, and it appears to increase her damage output and give her electrical attacks.

And then we have to assume that your character is part of Statesman's bloodline is SOME form, so all in all...

I'd probably either make a martial arts/whatever scrapper or a elec/whatever blaster. I'm not to knowledgable about hero side sets, as I am villain exclusive.

"Well then, I'll just go and wake her up if you don't mind..." Noitpeced commentec cheerfully.

He pointed a finger at Schayde.

A thin beam of green light shot forth and hit Schayde. It spread from the impact, smoothening all over her body in a green aura. The beam was composed of Stimulant tranos. (Smaller versions of Nanites, if you can believe it.) The stuff had enough potency to wake the dead, it should have made Schayde wake up in a heart-beat feeling better then she had in a good long time. The stimulant was a natural mood amplifier, and protected from most forms of mental trauma and physical fatiegue.

"I'd rather get confirmation from the gentleman currently holding my charge." Noitpeced responded to Draeko in a polite voice. "As the fine being with the sword over there stated ago, I must obey certain rules."

Noitpeced eyeballed Power Breaker.

"Well now." He said in even tones.

"How about..."

He thought for a moment.

Then his smile slowly grew even wider.

"Schayde the Shadow's house. How would you like it if I rebuilt it perfectly for her? It would be exactly the same as if Poe had never been there. Hell, I'll even make sure all the insects and specks of dust that were there before will be there again."

He took another gulp from his goblet.

"And not only that...But..."

He leaned in close and performed a mock whisper.

"We hear she's been having trouble with a certain Rafe Bloodmoon. A few rifts here, a nice hole poked through a head there, BOOM! We can alter history in such a way that Rafe was never even born, but Schayde still was. Or we can just kill him or imprison him or sue him or all three, and do any number of nasty and unpleasent things to him. Keep in mind...Husk Corporation. We're the largest official dimensional corp. in all of existance. If you can't think it, we can still do it."

Another swig.

"Matter of fact, we could do personal favors for all of you! We could erase criminal records, deposite a sizable chunk of cash into your accounts, maybe do nasty things to people you hate...Anything, really. What do you say?"

"The reason I havn't just killed you is because I am a naturally passive being. I detest violence, but, unfortunately, I was made with a very short temper. That doesn't mean I cannot negotiate however."

He conjured a holographic goblet filled with black ooze and took a few swigs from it.

"As for imprisoning Poe...He has no criminal records. You wouldn't get anything of him. And if you tried, we could land you in court where Husk Corporation could tear you to shreds with lawyers from alternate dimensions. You don't want that."

He took another swig.

"And if you kill him..."

He let that hang in the air for a moment.

"You call down the wrath of Lord Diov himself. I don't see what my Lord sees in this pyromaniacal worm, but point being, you'll all suffer for quite a long time before you are obliterated. And don't think you'll die then. Oh no, Death will be much too good for you. Eradicating you ENTIRELY from existance is really the only thing that would do then."

Another swig.

"Now look, I am begining to grow impatient. Again, I was made with a short temper. Deal or no deal?"

Noitpeced yawned.

"Threatening Poe there is futile. He can't truely die. Kill him and he'll be time sheared back to Husk Corporation Tower in the Dimension of Mists, good as new. Possibly even stronger. And I can tell him plenty of things, but that doesn't mean he has to listen. I am but a humble A.I. created to serve. Whatever your beef is with Poe, I have no idea what it is. He just stormed in a few days ago and told me to make Schayde's and her friend's lives a misery. If you want to know why he's out to get you, ask him. Or Lord Diov."

Noitpeced spoke those last two words with a tone of reverence.

"But back to the point. Do we have a deal or not? You can take it and do whatever you'd like afterwards, or you can say no and I can kill you all, ressurect you, and kill you again just to make sure, before tossing your remains into a dimensional furnace."

Noitpeced's eyes narrowed slightly as he said this, although his stance and demeanor changed none, and his smile remained. It was strange one could maintain such a casual state while delivering death threats.

"Why, that is what I had in mind the entire time." Said a pleasent voice from out in the hallway.

Standing there, smiling pleasently, was Egarim.

Or at least someone who looked a great deal like him.

"Good evening to you all, I am Noitpeced, personalized A.I. of Husk Corporation. It is a charm to meet all of you." He said, smiling widely. "You are correct in your assumptions. I was partially forced into this."

He explained this all while examining his holographic finger-nail and flicking away non-existant dust there.

"However, if I had actually invested my entire persona to your destruction, you would all have been dead long ago. Just look at the damage a mere figment of me caused."

He nodded at Egarim, who suddenly seemed to puff his chest with pride.

"But what can I say? I have nothing against you, and Poe has been acting real bratty as of late. So I fooled him, I only sent off Egarim there. Poe thinks that's actually me. How sad."

He smirked at this.

"So here's my deal. I absorb that figment, Poe goes back to Husk Corporation tower with me, I pay you in either cash or check for THRICE the total damage costs Poe and Egarim are responsible for, I time shear the base so that all the damage is automatically repaired and then I'm on my way."

He smiled easily at the group.

"Of course, there's no garuntee Poe won't come after you again. I have no official authority over him. But putting that aside, do we have a deal...?"

The energy being suddenly performed a soft pop.

The image of Egarim stood wearilly. You might be powerful as a god during an overload, but once its over, you're weaker then a child. Overcharging yourself with more energy then you actually have will do that once the crash hits.

The teleport bit in "Taken" kind of warned me about what was going to happen.

So I braced myself.

And I still spiraled backwards for my head to make contact with the wall.

I HATE you.

Seconds before hitting Draeko with his haymaker, Egarim halted the movement of his fists.

He didn't revert from his energy form however. He just stood perfectly still.

Although Egarim's eyes were not present in his energy form, it was obvious that his attention was focused on Breaker whole-heartedly.

Egarim turned lazilly to Draeko.

"Nice. You work on that a few more centuries, you might just get somewhere."

The energy being raised both his hands, brought them together, and then brought them down on Draeko's head in a brutal haymaker.

((Hey, Power Sink is an auto-hit power. You never ATTEMPT it. You DO IT.))

And that's when Egarim simply lost it. He was supposed to be fighting one stupid wolf-man, not that plus a deranged psychotic floating darkness cloud sword thingie. His body was barely intact via a thread of translucent flesh that could have been used to wrap up a watch for a present. There was a hole in the left side of his face, both arms appeared to have tiny holes drilled through them, and his neck might as well have been non-existant. This blow was going to finish him.

Egarim absolutely refused to let things go so badly.

*Initiate setup. Begining Cycle. Cycle complete. Reality has been compromised. Power Surging now.*

The world literally exploded.

When the light faded away, Egarim was no longer there. In his place was a being of pure and completely unfiltered energy.

Egarim had done a Power Surge, overcharging his being to immense proportions.

The energy being didn't even try to shift through the sword or dodge it. He let it hit him.

"That almost itched." He said.

And now a super-strength blow was heading for a surprising target.

The sword itself.

Egarim was getting sick and tired of the scrap of metal impaling him. It had to go.

An entire section of Egarim's torso flared and faded away, leaving the figure with barely a small section of torso left holding his entire body together. His lightning reflexes kicked in yet again, and he flared to a safe part of the room.

Egarim did something entirely differant now.

He make a complex symbol in the air...

And suddenly there was a huge Power Sink.

Energy was leached from each and every object in the room automatically. Draeko, the dark sword wielder, Schayde, the energy barrier...

all of it rushed into Egarim.

The two combatants facing Egarim suddenly felt extremely tired. Almost as if they had been hit with a barrage of sapper rays.

A field of golden energy suddenly came into being around him. Golden tendrils of energy lanced out in every direction like a lightning field. A few of them touched the bed-posts, which completely melted on contact. Energy leached from the very objects that came into contact with these lances and was slurped away.

His opponent was already gone, the moment his knockout blow had hit his lightning reflexes had kicked in and he sped to the other side of the room.

He snapped his fingers, and a golden orb of energy materialized, and hurled itself at Draeko much like one throws a boulder.

Egarim dropped the unconcious Schayde to the ground.

He cracked his translucent knuckles.

"We Regret to Inform You..."

And then he flew into a RAGE.

Faster then Draeko could blink, Egarim's lightning reflexes kicked in and he was suddenly behind the beast. He reared back a hand and unleashed a devestating knockout blow...

((Egarim isn't Noitpeced. He's only a figment. Egarim can be harmed by ANYTHING. Provided he doesn't phase shift at the last second. That's the snag. And he's not trying to get out, he just wants to make sure Schayde can't interfere while Egarim fights Draeko.))