"D, darkness. . ." Hal exclaimed as the skull came in his direction. Apparently too afraid to dodge properly, he fell to the ground, now half-visible, his chest glowing black.
"Honestly," Moonscribe said. He did not seem to be anywhere near Blind's zombies as they scattered, Varius having flown into them. He was close enough, though, to levitate one in the air and hurl it back at its master. . .
"Honestly. Whatta bunch of losers," Schizo sighed, watching the chaos. It was good, but it COULD be much better! The end of the world wasn't coming anytime soon if this was the sort of chaos that was accepted!
The madman spat on the ground, and it bubbled for a second. And then a massive geyser formed entirely of saliva burst out of the floor, and flew everywhere, sending random people flying.
"Ugh!" Moonscribe grunted, as the geyser hit him. Schizo's style incorporated TRUE randomness, and his calculations and equations could not predict it, no matter how good they were. "How rude," he said, flying into a wall, the spit geyser coming at Tricolore next. . .
((Don't mind me, I was only making a cameo appearance.))
Varius jumped to his feet and straightened his helmet, which had been knocked askew. "Urban, why don't you warn me about these things..." he muttered under his breath. ((Remember, speaking Latin! Unless your character understands Latin, you have no idea what he said!)) He pushed through the crowd of zombies, who were obligingly letting him be, towards UD. "I'm here, what do you want me to do?"
UD was in too much pain to be annoyed, but he still tried. "Dammit Varius, I'm blinded right now! Take Despair ((the name of the bodyguard zombie)) with you and kill some heroes!" UD tentatively opened his eyes. His vision was slowly restoring, but he still had a serious case of tunnelvision. He looked up, wincing, just in time to see the zombie he had put explosives on earlier detonate, taking two civilians and most of the wall separating City of Gyros and Paragon Pizza with him, in addition to making a big crater in the ground. Despite the torment that was his eyes, UD grinned gleefully at the destruction.
Varuis had taken Despair and headed over to Tricolore. He signalled Despair to fire a blast of negative energy at her before jumping over and aiming a backhanded blow to her head with his heavy gauntleted fist, hoping to stun her in time for the big geyser of nastiness to hit her.
Blind chuckled at the disaster...
...Right before being sent flying backward, and head over heels over the City of Gyro's desk. He was immediately up, coughed uncomfortably, and dusted himself off, blasting the incompetent minion to the underworld. He then leaped over the desk, flinging a dark ball of energy toward Moonscribe, and then toward Experiment 2.0.
Experiment's reaction was a sigh and a sidestep. The blast moved at, what, half a mile an hour? At most?
There was a dull smack, a flash of red light, and Chris Jenkins, Attorney-at-Law, abruptly breated his last. The cape-chaser ran a storefront in the Mall of Paragon, but someone- the ad had hinted at Crey, given the nature and location of the dropoff, but these deals were best no looked to deeply into- had wanted him off the case. Terminally. And so, it had been no great matter for this mysterious employer to enlist the services of the Rogue Isles Marine Corps, and their assassin Gai-Jin.
"I don't understand why Gabe couldn't have handled this. It's not like this was a surgical strike- just walk in and make him stop breathing."
"Gabriel di Inferno was not game- 'will not soil my hands with the blood of a creature as detestable as a litigator,' if I recall correctly." Imperium Nox had surpressed the glow of his eyes to a mere haze, and covered these with dark glasses.
"He was in full-on Carnie mode, I take it." Gai-Jin growled.
"Yes. It's actually quite fascinating, really, to observe him as the influence of the Carnival of Shadows wanes and waxes within his mind." Nox looked at the wall clock. "Wonderful. We still have two hours before we extract. What do we do until then?"
"Nox. We just murdered a man in cold blood and you want to know how to spend time in a mall? Does human life mean nothing to you?"
"Those would be harsh words, not coming from a man who just stole his victim's watch, wallet, and breath mints."
"I forgot to floss this morning." Gai-Jin buttoned his coat up, wishing that chains of cold iron were easier to hide. Sure, they stopped his demonic tattoos from devouring his soul, but they made the assassination bit tricker in places where it was hard to hide. How did the heroes do it? All they seemed to wear was spandex, with no visible weapons line of any kind.
He and Nox stepped through the double doors of the office- to have a blast of negative energy go sailing through the doors between them.
"This is why I hate Paragon City." Nox said with a sigh. "You step through the doors and arrive not in a mall, but in a cliche."
"Zombies in the mall- didn't they just make a game about this?"
"Yes, I believe they did." came a voice, which was then followed by what seemed to be a cloud of sentient darkness. "However, those zombies were t3h suck. J00 could kill them with only a few attacks. They were pwnz3d."
The shadow chuckled slightly, and then proceeded to lower back into the ground.
It rose in front of the doorway this time, and blasts of darkness shot from its body, but the aim was way off. It didn't seem to be trying.
"0wnz3d!111!!!1!!"
((Dark Servant = t3h 1337 h4xx0rz.))
((Ugh, I suppose I should do something. XP))
"Tiresome, tiresome," Moonscribe said, sighing theatrically. He got to his feet and struck a key in the air. Instantly he was on the other side of the room, the dark blast hitting the wall instead.
"Enough of this already," he said with an air of impatience, and dark clouds began to gather at the ceiling. . .
"Learn to play, you newb," Hal muttered, staggering to his feet and firing a blast of light at the Dark Servant. . .
"Oh, hey loser," Schizo said, spotting Nox. He shot forward towards him, his hands outstretched, bursts of his essence spreading before him in a sickening shade of fuchsia, designed to convince Nox he was being attacked by his worst fears. . .
(ooc: Its 3:20 i am on the last leg of a caffeine buzz and its my first attempt at an rp so im gonna start nice and slow with a slow Character.)
Ken had been hearing the thuds and loud noises from the floor beneath his dojo for the last fifteen minutes. He sighed as he looked at his watch, it was still an hour before his next class was due to start and it would have been nice to rest his old bones. At 70 going on 80 any rest was welcome. He got up from the chair he was napping in and grabbed his cup of tea off of the warmer. He was about to sip it when another thud caused him to spill the last bit of it down the front of his shirt. Ken calmly walked over to the closet grabbed a spare shirt and his cane-sword.
"Guess I better go see what the ruckus is all about"
[Kenshiro Mifune is a seventy someodd year old Swordsman,A Katana/SS scrapper of the natural persuasion, because of his intense training in his younger years he is often mistaken for being 50 to 60 years old.Think a retired cleanshaven Sanjuro.He is simply a skilled swords man, no special powers or enhancments. He gets by by on his skillswith a sword and wits.He runs a small martial arts dojo on the second floor called Kens Mixed Martial Arts.In game He goes by the name Sensai Kensai on the Justice Server.]
ooc: It seems that in my caffeine induced haze i misspelled my in game name Its Sensei Kensei
ooc:alrighty now im fully rested and ready to dive in.
bic:As Ken approached the escalator going down to the second floor he sighed.
"Of course the dang things broken"
He began to make his way down and finally saw what all the hooplah was over.It seemed someone had blown through a wall, several stores and half the food court was engulfed in a zombie Apocalypse.A homeless looking guy covered in tattered rags kept summoning more zombies while several heroes battled valiantly againgst them.Ken finished the imobile steps of the broken escalator and entered the fray drawing his sword form its cane-sheath and beheading several zombies.
((This is also my first attempt at a RP, but i think i have the basic hang of it.))
The Northern doors to the mall opened as a skinny, pale man in a dark formal suit walked in. He had bright green eyes and medium-legnth, dark black hair. He was walking at a fast pace toward the fountain on the first floor. After he arrived at the fountain he took an elevator to the second floor and continued to the food court.
"So you're telling me I get the Blackwand just for helping out some normal Villains at a rundown city mall?" the man said to himself.
A voice came from inside his head, he was the only one who could here it.
"Yes. You may not know the importance of this event yet. But you are only a novice at your current level, Wraithien." echoed the voice.
The pale man ((Now known as Wraithien.)) arrived at the food court as soon as the voice finished his sentence. He glanced over to the battle and figured that he was suppose to help the evil side of it. But, Wraithien was still wearing his "normal" clothes and he knew it would be a bad idea to cause havoc in them.
A shroud of darkness poured from under his feet and he dissappeared for just a moment ((Darkness version of Teleport.)) then he reappeared in the same spot, just now he was wearing his Necromancy suit. ((Wraithien is a Necro/Dark Miasma MM.))
Wraithien raised his right hand and three zombies came out of a patch of darkness on the ground. ((Three normal zombies, with normal strength.)) And this rasied his other hand to summon an undead knight. ((Grave knight, of course. Also with normal strength, but only one.))
He then pointed in the direction of the other zombies, and his own zombies went to help their fellow undead while Wraithien himself stood on the edge of the food court. ((With shadow fall on.))
Blind chuckled slightly, ducking and weaving to avoid incoming projectiles, purposeful or not. However, he stopped as three more zombies and a knight similar to his own arrived.
"...Uh... Okay, either we arrived just as we began reliving Dawn of the Dead, or we have a lot of Necromancers here..." muttered the Necromancer, shrugging.
He pulled a small capsule from his belt, and threw it at the ground. The Insta-Darko-Portal pulled a bedraggled knight from its depths, and Blind Messenger then said a few magical incantations, powering up the Knight. "Go, my minion," said Messenger as his Knight unsheathed a criss-crossing blade infused with dark energy, "Chop chop!"
Meanwhile, the dark servant yelled in pain as the light smashing into its back. It lowered into the ground, rising now in front of Hallucinogen.
"Well well, what have we here?"
Now, it lowered and directly behind the green, smokey teen.
"A nooblet who has tried to pwnz me? J00 cannot! N00b!"
With that, the Servant disappeared, reappearing on the wall as a shadow. If someone listened closely, they may hear 'Rofl h4x.' from the shadow.
"Back, family-oriented television. BACK!" A huge burst of raidiation exploded out of Nox, sending everything in the immediate area (Gai-Jin included) flying. "Your smarmy messages will not quench the hate that burns within all human souls!"
"Owww. . . memo to self: get some acrobatics training." Gai-Jin mumbled as he clambered to his feet. Grabbing one of the paper packets he kept in his gloves, he tore it open and slung the Blinding Powder at Hallucinogen. Unfortunatly, the cone was too large to encompass just him. . .
"Hey! Don't dis television!" Schizo yelled as he was irradiated. Other than being sent backwards a bit, though, he seemed unharmed.
Except that part of his shoulder was now missing. "Hey, cool!" Schizo laughed, looking over where his shoulder had been. "But now it's not symmetrical. . ."
Schizo conjured a thorn and sliced off one of his long purple fingers with it, rainbow-colored blood dropping to the ground and hitting it with a hiss. "There. Fixed," he cackled, tossing the finger aside. Thorns were suddenly shooting from his other hand in Nox's general direction. . . although he didn't seem to much care who they hit. . .
I got this, Hal, said the Phantasm, manifesting in the path of the blinding powder. After all, I don't have eyes. But I'm not bitter! Seriously! The thing with the Rularuu Overseer. . . all lies and exaggeration!
Experiment winced as a finger seemed to roll his way, before turning slightly because of a fallen chair in its path. "Ugh... Gross..." he muttered.
He proceeded to leap forward, slashing directly toward Schizo, a trail of poisonous liquid trailing behind the spine. "Hey, freak, keep your body parts to yourself!"
"I'm not gross!" Schizo's finger squeaked as it sprouted legs and ran off. "Waaah! Nobody loves me!"
Schizo himself, for a moment, appeared to have been cut in two across the waist by Experiment's attack, but. . .
"Sucker," Schizo cackled, having split himself to avoid the attack but still very much alive. . . although it was pretty clear, as Schizo's torso sent a wave of telekinetic force at Experiment and his legs kept firing thorns towards Nox, that being cut in half would not have killed him anyway.
"What the--?! You are so creepy!" Experiment shouted moments before being flung away toward Jenny. A pillow of darkness caught the hero, putting him down softly. However, looking at a split-up Schizophrenias gave 2.0 an idea.
"Hm... Jenny, go find a vacuum. You will know when to use it." the hero said, running off toward a kitchen appliance store down the way. He ran in, and soon exited with a hand full of plates.
Jenny sighed. "I know where this is going, and I don't think it is going to work, John."
"Sure it is!" 2.0 called back, running to the entrance of the City of Gyros where the attack was happening. Yet another sigh, and Jenny walked past the stores to a home appliance store.
She returned swiftly, vacuum in hand, most with the hand-held section.
"Ready?" John asked, not bothering to wait as he began flinging plates toward Schizo quickly, almost like shuriken. Of course, they would hurt a LOT less, but still, hurting wasn't the point.
((Wacky plans of the techy, ahoy!))
((Also new at this, but it looks like fun, so here goes...))
I wanted parts, Keith Reily thought, staring at the chaos and carnage that should have been a peaceful food court, Not zombies at the mall. And the zombies were the least of it. There were times when the inventor thought there was something very wrong with Paragon City. Surely people in other parts of the country didn't have their shopping interupted by zombies, divided supervillains, or, well, any kind of supervillain for that matter.
He sighed and switched on his light bending field to hide his presence. Now he only had to worry about the zombies or supervillians accidentally hitting him. Not a vast improvement under the circumstances.
He wasn't a hero, but he couldn't think of a single available member of the heroic organization he worked for who would be much help; the leaders had picked a heck of a day to visit the Shadow Shard, and the rest were either trainees or less than ideal for the situation. The mall didn't need a second storm inside inside its food court, or flaming zombies. But there wasn't really time for a phone call, anyway.
With a sigh, he walked over to the nearest zombie and broke a flash capsule in its face.
((In the game Keith is an ill/kin controller, but since he uses gadgets rather than powers, I'll have to deviate from the game to explain some of his effects. As many seem to do.))
Nox had spun away down the hall, blasting windows and yelling something about laugh-tracks. Gai-Jin, suddenly alone, found himself looking at the Phantasm.
Which was looking through him. The Powder it had taken for it's boss took the edge off one's perceptions, allowing him to very easily conceal his presence. He channeled his inner demon, investing his fist with a chaotic energy aura. He wound up, and swatted the Phantom on the head. It wasn't too damaging- even a critical strike wasn't too harmful with that technique- but he had dumped all the energy in his hand into it's synapses, or whatever it used for motor control. It would be one hell of a feat for the thing to stay on it's feet, let alone get it's bearing.
"Damn heroes. Can't I murder one stupid lawyer in peace?"
Hey, hey, whoa! the Phantasm exclaimed, floating around dizzily. It was mostly unharmed, since being formed of energy, it was not very susceptible to it. But it was clearly not in a position to do anything. . .
"The answer to your question is simple," said Hal, and Nox was surrounded by radiation. It was weakening him gradually, and had a hallucinogenic component, so that he would become convinced that he was mortally wounded. And it could deal some very real psychosomatic damage. . .
"No."
((Yeah, that's a Radiation debuff and Spectral Wounds combined. The debuff is Enervating Field if it matters.))
((And YAY! Once again, I am able to use the term "psychosomatic"! For some reason that always makes me happy. 
))
"Woohoo!" Schizo cackled, pulling himself back together quite literally and catching the plates in midair with telekinesis.
"Well look at me, I'm a poltergeist!" he said. "DO THE POLTERGEIST DANCE BABY!"
And the plates began flowing around him, diving at anyone who came near. . .
((And, uh, I think that falls under Telekinesis somehow. XP))
"Oh, HELL." Gai jumped across the table- he could see Nox twisting in the radiation cloud, but he had a bad feeling about what was coming next. Nox had a tendency to go atomic when it hit the fan, and he had no particular inclination to have three-headed children.
"So, you like spectrals, huh?" A power as old as the earth surged through him and manifested. A massive Spirit Shark rose up from the floor beneath Hallucinogen, siezing him in it's jaws. "It's not safe to go back in the water."
He spun on the phantom, striking with his right hand and feeling the familiar stab of agony as he transferred some of his life-force away to feed his attack. Within him, he felt the demon surge, laughing at the pain and mayhem. *Strike. KILL! Pour out your lifeblood and grant me- ooh! Cinnabon!*
Experiment slumped. His plan failed.
"Oh yes, great JOB John! You gave the freaky purple... thing some ammunition! Way to go! You should get a medal!" Jenny mocked eagerly.
"I know, I know..." the hero muttered in response, thinking. He wasn't used to his plans not working... However, maybe he could use this guy's insanity against him. "Hey, Platekinises user! I heard there was a new video game out, one where you can blow everything up, and then, you can have tea with the king of Hoopalah land!"
"...Are you [censored] kidding me?" the teenage girl replied to her brother's outburst.
". . .Agh! What the heck is this thing?" Hal exclaimed as the Spirit Shark clamped down on him, and he could do little but struggle against it. . .
". . . Hmm. I wonder if anyone is watching. . ." Moonscribe muttered to himself, getting to his feet. "Ah, I believe the phrase is "what the hell"."
He raised a hand, and it glowed for an instant with brilliant bluish-white moonfire before streaking across the room at Gai like a shooting star. . .
"And now, YOUR turn to dance!" Schizo cackled as all the plates flew at Jenny and a volley of thorns followed.
AinuRauco dashed across the floor, her fist pulled back, her eyes focused.
"Have to try to help" she thought
Before her the flash of flying plates and thorns, and what seemed to her an insane plate flinger. Jumping into the air, her right foot thrush forward as she started to deliver a jump kick.
PING
Her aim is not the best in the world, her foot hit a plate instead, sending her off balance and sailing over the front counter. As Ainu picked herself up off the floor, she turned her head.
"Poor ice cream machine" she thought.
((Oh, are you not remaking your post? I mean, not that I can't understand why you wouldn't but. . . Okay, post coming soon.))