Twisting_Nether

((Hint hint Yeah I was going to bring one other person into this, but seeing as I haven't even posted what Quickshot's reaction is and Burning_Fang has enough characters to do his own forum RP, I'm not going to, so rest easy Element ))

((I'm still here, but with work being as hectic as it has lately, I've been too tired to just down and write a good post, let alone adding in my second character. But like I said earlier, come Sunday I'll have more time.))

((Yeah, I'm still here, been pretty busy, with the US Figure Skating Championships and all, but should be back and more active come Sunday))

((He's a beast, but he's not invincible, and Diov is good about taking hits I'm tempted to bring another character in, as Quickshot is kinda stuck until Darkie posts))

Shoshemi looked at Aoleleb apprehensively. Who was this guy that just ported in? She had never seen him before, and it was possible he was another trap.

"How do we know you're not another trap sent from this infernal building?"

Still standing by Alex, Shoshemi looked down at her and wonder when she'd come out of this trance.

((Shoshemi's never met Aoleleb, and I don't think Alex has either, so she's going to be apprehensive))

((Oh god, not H'taed You have doomed us all Diov ))

She saw the tree fly towards her and ducked. Quickshot quickly straightened up to see a hulking, rock encrusted barbarian trying to run towards her. Except he seemed weighted down by all the rock clinging to him and wasn't going very fast. She chuckled at the sight.

Reaching into her pouch, Quickshot pulled out a brown shell with a red rune scrawled into the side. She smiled cruelly as she loaded it into one of her pistols. Taking aim, as he was still some distance off, she fired. If he thought he could take this one full force like the last, his time on this World that is Flat wouldn't be very long. The shell was specially made to go straight through rock like it was butter.

((Considering we're the only two that have said we're in a forest, I'm assuming that Ragrok is trying to sneak up on Quickshot.))

Quickshot stopped when she heard the what sounded like two rocks being smashed together. It was coming from behind her, and a little to the left. The noise stopped, then she heard the soft crackle of leaves being stepped on.

Waiting for the perfect moment, Quickshot spun around and fired two unerring shots at the sound. Twin glowing yellow balls flew forward...

((They'll explode into a lot of violent energy on impact))

On one of the walls in her cell, there was a note posted. It was written in scrawling cursive, but was still readable. Quickshot ripped that paper off the wall and began reading it.

"Greatings Dimensional Potent. You are probably wondering why you are here. The answer to that question isn't as easy as you would think. But what you need to know is that if you outlast, then your one wish will be granted, however detailed or nit-picky it is. Who or what you need to outlast won't be known until you meet, but until then I will let you know you aren't alone. Feel free to call Jasper, he can join you at anytime." They knew about Jasper? "And you will find your base in this World that is Flat. The portal before you will either take you to a section of this World that is Flat, or to your base, you choose. There are seven sections, each of differing climates, landscapes, elevations, and dangers. In the center is my tower, which I suggest you not invade. Good luck Dimensional Potent."

Dimensional Potent? What was this guy thinking? Quickshot folded the paper and stuffed it in her pocket. She double checked her pistols. Both were in perfect working order, with the modificaitons she was going to make this weekend... strange. It was the least of her worries after being sucked through her work room floor. Her side pouch was full on specialty shells. Everything looked good.

"I hope I'm getting paid for this," she gripes. Stepping through the portal, she found herself in the middle of a dark, dense forest. Surveying her surroundings, she started moving south.

((Quickshot is a Thugs MM, but she has no henchmen other than Jasper. Jasper is a Bruiser, but despite his brute strength and size, can be as silent and trackless as a ghost. Her two pistols are basically Caster Guns (for those of you that have seen Outlaw Star, and they also work as regular guns too), except they don't take shells, the energy is created by the gun itself. The exception are the specialized shells that Quickshot keeps with her.))

Gina Turner looked up from her workbench. She felt a tingle at the base of her neck. Something had pigued her attention, but she didn't know what. On the workbench parts and pieces of an intricate and high-tech pistol lay in neat rows. She narrowed her eyes and looked about the work room. Her eyes stopped on a black rune pulsating in the floor near the corner. It wasn't supposed to be there. The villain known as Quickshot gumbled, stood up, and walked over to the rune.

Crouching down by the rune, she studied it intently. Quickshot was a genius of sorts, and people always wondered why she lived like she did. She could store vast amounts of information and recall any of it at a whim. This was one of the reasons she was such an excellent assassin (verified Class A) and why she had never been caught. This rune looked like a transportation rune; so who was trying to port into her work room? Suddenly she felt a rush of air and was pulled to the floor with a painful THUD. She cursed. Loudly.

Suddenly the floor seemed to turn to liquid and she sank through. Managing to maneuver herself, she landed on her feet in a square gray room. She saw a portal in the middle of the room, through which could be seen a dark forest. She swore loudly again. And she was looking forward to a quiet weekend of reading and modifying her pistols...

((Wow, yeah, I can't believe I missed it too. Note to self: think more better ))

Shoshemi blinked as the Avatar screamed then vanished. She looked about the room, her eyes settling on Alex. Walking over to her, Shoshemi gently touched Alex's shoulder and spoke.

"Keeper, our path is again clear, or so it seems.

((Why were we in this room fighting the Avatar to begin with, I forgot ))

A soft crackling noise indead, somewhere in the building someone was squeezing a crystal glass a bit too hard. Shoshemi dropped her leg and threw her arms up in defense, both still sheathed in the force field. The staff flew wide, but the lightning bolt connected, sending Shoshemi flying backwards about 20 ft. The fields took the brunt of it, but the discharge had cause her to lose control of her motor muscles for a second or so. As she got up. she turned towards Alex who, still sitting craddling her arms, seemed to be counting.

Shoshemi sheathed one arm in a force field and deflected the staff, instantly stopped her moment, and reversed it with a heelside roundhouse aimed at the Avatar's side.

Shoshemi deftly dodged the attacks, looking for an opening to counter. This thing may be the Avatar of Justice, but it was a being of pure chaos. And Shoshemi didn't like chaos. Chaos had destroyed her sister...

Throwing up a force field in front of her, the five fists bounced off it. Digging her heals into the ground, she closed her eyes and went into a fighting stance. Her third eye opened, she let down the field, and flew at the Avatar (as in with an attack). She knew she wouldn't be able to defeat this thing on her own, not with brute force. But she could buy some time for Alex to recover, and/or think of a way to destroy it.

((I feel stupid using this as an example, but it's the closest thing I can think of. With Shoshemi's third eye, think super saiyan from DBZ, except without all the gold hair, cheesy monologue, reused animation cells, and "charging up"))

Shoshemi watched the blast come. She raised a hand and encased the blast in a force field. Catching it harmlessly, she put it under her arm. She then sent a blast of force straight at the Avatar's chest, tossed the blast into the air, and with a fast roundhouse, sent it back towards the avatar. In midair she dismissed the force field. She knew it wouldn't do anything, but it would gain her a bit of time.

Without looking to see what happened, she rushing over to Alex. Looking at Alex's forearms, Shoshemi chided her, "Thank you for the help, but taking that hit, unarmoured, square on your arms was a stupid thing to do. And this is probably going to hurt also."

Shoshem took Alex's left arm and reset the bone, encasing it in a tight force field to allow it to heal. She then did the same with Alex's right arm. She was as gentle as she could, but firm, knowing they were still in danger. In between arms she used an old healing spell one of the eldest monks had tought her. The black imprint was still there, but the melting had stopped. That was going to take a while to heal.

((I'm assuming Alex used a double overhead to block the staff, so the staff would've smashed into both forearms))

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OOC: Thanks! Although Temporal Strikes exploits seem a bit more deliberate in terms of TCB . Sentious would have to be pushed into "offing" peeps. Having read TS's style Sentious would likely welcome her in a fire fight but would steer clear of her socially for fear of risking any offence. He's a careful guy. I do have other heroes that would likely go "painting the town" with her though! Different speeds and all.

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oh sorry for the misunderstanding Chatman. I was actually talking about the situation, my comment just happened to be below yours, and possibly correspond to it (sorry I haven't read any of the 4th situation posts yet).

OOC: Hmmm.. I like the idea, especially continuing with Temporal Strike. Honor amoung assassins, I think not

Well, since none of my CoH based characters use actual weapons per se, I'll go off my character in the D&D based story I'm writing *rustles around papers looking for the character sheet, here we go...*

Weapon "Keorin": Dual edged crystal bastar.d (stupid censored) sword. The blade is made of a deep violet crystal, with an inset diamond edge. It's as hard as any metal, but the crystal allows for easier channeling of psionic powers. The blade is attached to a "X" shaped guard. The points of the "X" are sharpened and pointed towards the end of the blade. Not only does it help in defense, it also works for offense too. Continuing down is a leather wrapped handle, ending in a pommel carved into the likeness of a demons claw, grasping a black sapphire.

She doesn't have a signature attack, but being a Psionic Warrior, she compliments her swordmanship with psionic powers, her favorite being Burrowing Bonds (look it up if you don't know )

((Wait, so the Avatar is in two places at once O.o))

"It seems like a feasible concept. This is nothing more than another test, like the ones before. It seems Lord Diov doesn't want us to fight, but think."

Shoshemi stepped forward slightly and spoke to the Avatar.

"What makes us so wanting. Are you not just as deserving of 'justice' than we. You judge others on inconsequential actions and destroy them. In the eyes of nature you are more deserving of 'justice' than either of us are."

She glanced back at Alex for support.

That, my friend, was a work of art!! It perfectly reflected her hatred towards her former employers and husband. I particularly like the use of the rose sheath for Thorny Assault. I bow before your great origin writing skills

Temporal Strike
((If you get confused on what her powers are, there’s an explanation at the bottom of my last post))

Not two minutes after the informant job, Temporal Strike got a call from one of her contacts. It seemed a certain item she had been searching for had finally been located. Finally something’s going my way, she thought to herself. She closed the link with her contact and brought up a map on her wristCOM. The warehouse the item was in stood on the other side of the city. The information she was given told her the item had been somehow procured by the Hellions and was being stored in an abandoned warehouse.

“This had better not be a wild goose chase like the last three; either way, those Hellions aren’t going to know what hit them,” she grinned maniacally.

Temp found the warehouse with ease, staying to the rooftops as to not be seen. She dropped down by a side door and cracked it open. Inside she could see crates stacked upon crates stacked upon crates. She had as much cover as she needed, but unfortunately it meant the same for anyone else. Entering and sticking near the wall, she blended with the shadows.

After about 5 minutes of weaving herself between stacks, she heard voices. Two Hellions, apparently standing guard, were chatting about their respective girlfriends. She snuck up onto a pile of crates overlooking the two and jumped. She landed directly between then and kicked one in the chest, sending him sprawling into a stack a crates. The other was on his knees with one arm painfully twisted behind his back before his buddy hit the floor.

“Now, we can either do this the painful way, or, pending your cooperation, the less painful way.” She tweaked his arm a bit, a yelp of pain escaping the Hellion’s mouth.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m just here ‘cause they were payin’ me!”

“What?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

The Hellion was about to respond but was silenced by the multiple clicks of guns being cocked. Temp looked up and around. Standing on, around, beside, and any other place were Malta operatives and a number of Knives of Artemis assassins. She pushed the Hellion away, he scrambled away as fast as he could. Slowly raising her wristCOM she spoke a short phrase into it, “Note to self: kill contact.”

A man walked up to her, followed by a Hercules Titan. From his uniform she could easily tell he was the Operations Officer. He was clean shaven with auburn hair. She memorized his face.

“So the famed assassin, Temporal Strike, has fallen for a trap. Not losing your touch are you? My name is Officer McKriff, and it’s the last name you’ll know.”

He turned around and walked away, the titan following in his footsteps. As he reached a junction in the paths between the crate stacks he snapped his fingers. “Kill her.”

Instantly about 150 rifles, pistols, and any other ranged weapon available to the Malta, began firing on her. Lucky for her, her enhanced speed and reaction times increased her chance of survival from about 10% to 20%, going from “possible death” to “hope your family has life insurance.” At lightning speed she moved to the closest operative dropping him with a roundhouse to the head. She was intercepted by a Blade of Artemis as she went to the next group of Malta. Temp, not stopping her momentum at all, punched, aiming for the merc’s face. It was dodged as the merc leaned backwards, but it didn’t help to block the kick to the abdomen that followed. She leapt up the next stack of crates and began an onslaught that would instill fear in Freddy Kruger’s heart (I’d love to finish the fight scene, but it would make this go way longer than needed).

Temp looked around and surveyed the carnage. A number of stacks had been destroyed and bodies littered the whole room, a few of them with missing limbs. Turning to her wristCOM, she had it search for large energy signatures, knowing how much it takes to power one of Malta’s titans. She got a lock within seconds, near the back of the building. Before moving out, she picked up a bio-feedback rifle from a downed Sapper. She stayed to the shadows, moving slowing but constantly. She saw Malta operatives everywhere; this was obviously well thought out. Even her contact had been bought out.

Making her way through the building, she reached the back room. Finding a vantage point, she could see the McKriff talking to one of the Knives of Artemis. His pet titan was standing about ten paces behind him. Temp waited for about five minutes watching the exchange, which seemed fairly heated. Her guess was that the Hand didn’t want her assassins being used as fodder and Malta, being their overlord organization, didn’t care. The Hand stormed off, her two escorts, both Artemis assassins, following in her footsteps. When she had left the room, Temp attacked a small explosive to the bio-feedback rifle and tossed it to the floor before Officer McKriff. Even before it hit she was moving. The ensuing blue-white explosion would’ve blinded anyone in the vicinity. A nice side-effect she didn’t expect was the energy released had a strange effect on the titan which was now shaking slightly, electrical arcs moving along its armoured shell. She grabbed McKriff, who was picking himself off the floor shakily. It seemed the energy released from the rifle had drained most of his energy; he felt like he had just run a 30 mile marathon.

“By now your lackeys are probably rushing back here as we speak, but I won’t be here that long. You and your organization should know better than to mess with the Black Sun, and me of all people,” she hissed into his ear.

“You killed our informant; he would have given us invaluable information on the inner workings of the Council. My superiors weren’t going to let you go unpunished.”

“Then they’re dumber than you are.” She pushed him to the floor and walked over to the titan. Connecting her wristCOM to its internal computer she spoke over her shoulder at him, “I would suggest you get moving because things are about to get much worse.” Unplugging her wristCOM, she kicked McKriff in the ribs hard as she walked past him.

Remembering seeing a skylight back in the central part of the warehouse, she moved out. From the shadows she could see operative after operative stream into the back room. The chaos that would start when the titan reactivated would be tremendous, and she smiled to herself at the thought (She reversed its friend recognition programming. Now it views Malta as enemies). Reaching the skylight she looked around outside. She couldn’t see any air support, so she opened the light and climbed out. No one was on the roof. She moved to the side with the door she entered through. There were five Sappers and two Zeus Titans waiting outside for her. She backed away from the ledge. Thinking quickly she looked at the map on her wristCOM. The zone she was in had been quarantined during the Rikti invasion, but had yet to be unquarantined, so there was only one way out.

Looking at her map she found a suitable route to the exit. She got there relatively undetected. A few minor incidents with a couple operatives slowed her down slightly, but killing things always put her in a better mood. She looked around the edge of the building she was hiding behind. The gate was guarded by three Zeus Titans and about twenty operatives. She spoke quietly into her wristCOM, “Operative Temporal Strike, code 'The sun shines bleakly.'"

“What is your status?”

“I’m standing here looking at three Zeus Class Titans, and am looking for an easy way to destroy them. And I’m currently out of flashbangs, EM grenades, and I don’t have a bio-feedback rifle to do the little trick I pulled earlier.”

“Use your knife.”

“Can it work on something like that?”

“Concentrate hard enough, see what happens.”

With that the link was broken and she was on her own again. Thus was the nature of her profession. She brought up her hand and the shimmering white blade formed around it. Concentrating it went from insubstantial to solid, but still retaining its astral nature. She tested it on the back of the house. It slid in with ease and a chunk of brick fell out.

“Interesting, could come in handy.” Her maniacal grin appeared once again on her face.

Her form shimmered as she went around the side of the house. She moved from there to another building a bit closer, then another, until she was standing in the middle of the group.

“Hello boys, mind if I play?”

She stabbed the operative next to her in the throat with her knife before he even had time to react. She pulled it out and swung behind her cutting a deep line across two more operatives’ chests, blood spraying in all directions. The titans began powering up their weapons. Sweeping the feet from under another, and using his groin as a push off, she dove under one of the titans, slashing the hydraulics of its right leg. It started to fall; its automatic sensors began firing its chaingun in a final effort to take out the assailant. The chaingun ripped through the eight operatives standing in-line with the weapon.

“Thanks for the help,” she said to no one in particular as she sliced through the titan’s central computer. Eleven operatives and one titan down, nine and two to go. Just about that time, she heard a commotion coming her way. It seems the titan she had reversed the programming on had infected the two Zeus titans standing guard outside the warehouse, reversing their programming also. And now they were clamoring down the streets towards the exit. Powering up their plasma cannons, they began firing on the unsuspecting Malta. Temp dove for cover as superheated matter began flying everywhere. The two remaining titans ended with gapping holes through their “chests” and about half the remaining operatives were incinerated instantly. The rest either ran for cover or died from plasma splash.

“Thanks for the help boys,” she yelled over her shoulder as she got into the remaining working van, and drove out. Someone had some answering to do.

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ok writing dude

the link in my signature is to yellow jack. technology elec/elec blaster. he is intended to be 23 years old and human. write a good story

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Wow...

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Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, but didn't want to turn this thread into something like that.

((Last that had happened was Krystell jumped into her pocekt, Alex and Sho are standing there, and the Avatar is twirling its staff making some sort of purple energy.))

Shoshemi changed the makeup of her force field slightly. Instead of protecting her from physical attacks, it was keeping the increased heat of the room out. She looked around, and seeing only Alex, wondered where Krystell had gone. It didn't matter now, there were bigger things at hand.

She glanced at Alex.

"So, what do you suggest?"

Hey, thanks for the feedback. Here's what her outfit looks like. And yeah I can see how things got a little confusing around the cell. The cell block is a square, with the cell, and camera, in the middle of one side. If that clears it up a little better for you. My writing skills need a lot of work, but doing an RP on the forums has help immensly, allowing me to not only practice, but see how others write too. Thanks again, and can't wait for the next scenario

Sorry, I lied. I'm going to be gone for a couple days so figured I'd post. Alrighty, here we go

Temporal Strike

Name: Known only by The Master, head of Temporal’s assassin guild (Feel free to make one up, as long as it sounds good).
Origin: Natural
Powers: Martial Arts / Super Speed / The ability to create a telekinetic knife to remove memories of herself from peoples’ minds. (The OOC at the bottom of the linked post should make things a little clearer)
History/Bio: I came up with this on the fly. Temporal Strike was created back when I was in the CoV Beta. No background was created for her and she was eventually deleted, but not after I kept a screenshot of her. With a slightly altered look, she’s back in action.
She’s a Class A assassin (top rank) and a member of the Black Sun Assassins Guild. Having been there long enough she commands the respect of almost all its members. She is also the sometimes lover of The Master (who has reasons not to fear her usurping his power, or anyone in the guild for that matter).

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Sarah Pike
((Yeah I know that’s two Sarah’s in a row, but they’re spelled differently and were made with quite a lot of time splitting them ))

Name: Sarah Pike
Origin: Technology
Powers: Plant Control in all forms, offense, defense, etc…
Status: Single (Her husband left her for a younger research assistant working at the same lab she was)
Denial?: Nope, she’s just bitter
History/Bio: A famed botanist of the Paragon University School of Science, Sarah was on the cutting edge of plant genetics and growth. When she created a set of gloves that could manipulate plants in all forms, she was ridiculed as a mad scientist. She eventually stepped down as the chairwoman of the Botany Department, leaving the office covered in vines and slowly being crushed. She came to the Rogue Isles after hearing that Recluse was looking to start a plant collection...