The Fight for Paragon ((Open RP))


Crazy_Assasin

 

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((This is open basically the villans have massed an army and have somehow made way to Kings Row and other areas and are attacking and ruining life, the Heroes have organized an army to stop them, only a few thousand villans stand between them and their goal of victory))

Kazu sat silently in an alley, villans were marching by inspecting buildings. He motioned and 3 other men and women appeared near him. Silently he whispered his plan, "Alright, soon the villans will inspect this alley, Nightstalker, use your Ninjitsu skills and postion yourself upon that arch" Nightstalker nodded and went away, knowing what his dities were. "Psy I need you too go into the building next to us and when they are near to a window, use you Super-Sonic powers to deafen them."

"Yes sir" She replied

"Alright," He continued " Alex use your abilities with fire to trap them in this area, when you think the time is right go for the kill!" The plan was set, it was a bad one but Kazu had no time to revise it. Suddenly he conjured a shroud of dark energy around himself and ducked behind a few cans. All they had to do no was wait for the villans.

They didn't have to wait long before a patrol of 5 men and women came down the street. He waited till they were aligned with his men and then yelled "Attack!" The patrol was taken aback but was still ready. Two of them conjured a shield around themselves just as the flames came. The others without the shields started to scramble around but it as no use, they were taken down with ease.

Psy screamed at the two in the shield but it seemed to do nothing. Nightstalker however, used his enchanted Katana to pierce the shield and bring it down. Just as this happened they let a blast of dark energy out aiming for Night. He was just a splitsecond to slow and was thrown back, writhing on the asphalt.

"No!!" yelled Kazu as he fired dark energy at the two. In his rage he killed both that were left. He ran to Night only to find his slowly dying. "Kaz...t..take my Katana, use it in my memory...kill every...l..last villan here." Kazu nodded, and closed Nights' eyes as he died. He motioned to the squad as everyone gathered around the body...

To be continued

((Alright, don't godmode unless the person has been gone for at least a weak and please don't RP some all-powerful being who touches villans and they die of fear, they are well trained and hard to beat, other than that, have a fun time, You can RP as someone joining Kazu's squad, another hero, or a villan.))


 

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((First RP post ever! Yay! *giggles*

I insert my newest made hero to the group, Davian Shade.))

An almost inaudible thud was heard as Davian Shade leaped into the open window, knees crouched, body held low, eyes quickly scanning the room for any and all intruders. Smoke hung lazily in the air, giving her surrounding appearance a surreal and hazy look. Peeling floral wallpaper and dust motes greeted her instead, and, taking in a breath of relief, quickly straightened herself.

Heading towards the door, she paused briefly before placing her hand on the doorknob. Faintly, she could hear approaching footsteps from the left. Flattening herself against the adjacent wall, she held up her gloved right hand, and almost instantly, a small yet bright orange flame appeared in it. Breathing slowly, she waited, her dark eyes fixed on the door, waiting for something to happen...

There was a pause outside her door, and Davian could almost imagine whoever was on the other side of it pondering whether or not to check that particular room out. She sensed a hand reaching towards the door, only to be quickly retracted as another voice called out. Davian could not hear the said conversation, but whoever had been on the other side of the door quickly waited away in the direction of their approach, footsteps eventually fading away.

"That was a close one," she muttered, wiping her brow. Extinguishing her pent up fire, she shook her hand casually, and reached for the doorknob once more. Opening it just an edge, she peeked outside, expecting perhaps a hidden observer who had been watching her ever since her arrival. Opening the door a bit more, she merely saw an empty hallway with fading blue carpet. Broken doors were leaning on their hinges, and Davian briefly wondered if she was in the right building afterall.

She stepped into the hallway, and cringed as a creak echoed. This place is falling apart... Clever disguise, I must say. Not clever enough for me to sneak into, though. Down the hallway, Davian could see another door, although this one, she noticed, had had some recent repairs. Upon closer examination, she could hear a faint thrum from behind it. Approaching it, she saw a control panel next to the door, littered with various controls. Curiously, she reached towards it, only to snatch her hand back at the last moment as a hole appeared in the wall next to her. A cold voice murmured behind her,

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you, my dear. Now, turn around slowly, or next time, my bullets won't miss your pretty head."


 

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“No!!”

The cry came from the alley below Epiyon as he materialized over it. He immediately teleported to a nearby roof top to see what was going on below him. The battle was over with by the time he got to the ledge, but he did see what appeared to be a fellow hero passing on.

“Damn villains,” muttered Epiyon. He’d been making his way to Kings Row from Croatoa as fast once he’d heard of the villain attacks. There had been numerous skirmishes he fought in on his way. Reports indicated that the bulk of the villain army was currently assaulting this area. Somehow the villains had been able to circumvent all of the cities early warning and defensive lines. They reached the inner areas with little resistance and were now entrenching themselves. If the heroes weren’t able to rally back soon, this was going to turn into a long bloody fight.

Epiyon was getting ready to teleport down to the fallen heroes’ comrades, when he heard a loud whirring engine. He turned and a saw one of the villains airborne assault flyers hovering behind him. It appeared to be charging some kind of energy weapon, and instinctively Epiyon channeled his energy based powers into a defensive shield. The flyer’s energy weapon impacted his shield hard, harder than he had expected. He was launched from the rooftop and went plummeting into the building behind him.

Crashing through the concrete and steel placed even more of a strain on Epiyon, and he couldn’t maintain the shield. The shield dispersed and he crashed through a multiple walls and ceiling or two unprotected. He was sure he’d sustained some kind of injuries, probably some serious, but he had no time to check. Those heroes he’d been watching would be taken completely off guard by the flyer. He had to warn them and do something about that thing.

Emerging through the street side door, through the blood flowing down his face he looked up at the flyer as it emerged from over the building he’d been on.

“Look out!!” he managed to holler as he pointed skyward. Epiyon rallied all the strength he had remaining and brought his right arm up as he moved into a sniper stance. He braced his right arm with his other, and took careful aim. As he did this the flyer began charging its own energy weapon again. A second later Epiyon released a massive blue energy blast. It impacted the flyer in the weapons barrel causing a massive explosion in the machines underside, but it did not destroy the vehicle. Instead it retreated back over the roof tops.

“Thank god,” muttered an exhausted Epiyon as he dropped to his knees and then to ground unconscious.


 

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Turning around slowly, dark brown eyes immediately focused on the source of the voice. Completely covered head to toe in metallic black armour, Davian knew, without even having to see the encrusted insignia on the man's chest, that this was a minion of Arachnos. She stayed where she was, continuing to observe the newcomer, whose gun was held at complete ease at her chest. Without a doubt, she knew, that this man would shoot her with hesitation or doubt.

And is he does, she thought grimly, I'll have to take him down with me.

It was impossible to judge his next moves by the dark tinted helmet over his head, but it wasn't hard for Davian to imagine a grin behind it. To him, she must have looked like easy prey. Five foot four, slender with a slight muscular build, dressed in a tight fitting crimson shirt with baggy grey jeans. The only thing even slightly peculiar about her were the dark leather gloves she wore on her hands, and on closer inspection, one could see sketches of runes on them, though deeply scarred by many and various encounters. Flicking her long black hair back once more, her face composed into a neutral glare, even though certain death was staring her right in the face.

"What are you doing here, my dear?" The voice sent shivers along Davian's spine. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" The minion of Arachnos took another step closer, and Davian noticed a scope attached to the end of the rifle, the light emitted from the scope aimed directly at her heart. Shallowing lightly, she said nothing.

"Not going to answer me, huh?" His head tilted to the side. "It would be a tragedy to kill you right here, so, I'll give you another chance, but you better answer me this time: Why are you here?"

Davian shrugged. "I guess I'm here by mistake." Slowly raising her hands into the air, she watched as the man approached her slowly, and smirked as she saw the gun leveled at her drop slightly to the side. Without warning, Davian's hands suddenly burst forth in a bright flame, and as fast as the energy appeared there, she thrust her burning hands in the face of the man, and released some of the fire stored there.

Crying out, the minion of Arachnos jerked away, his hand dropping the gun as he held his melted visor to his face. Not quite extinguishing the flames from her left hand, she picked up the gun with her right and hefted it calmly, weighing not only its weight, but the situation as well. She placed her finger on the trigger, and looked down at the sobbing man.

"Sorry, pal, but I have places to go, and people to see. Now, either you tell me the combination to that door, or I'll put one of these bullets into your pretty head."