The End of Heroes-Paragon's Fall (Open RP)
By
AaronFearis,
Posted on: 2008-01-17 17:57 in Roleplaying
((We are all on a dusty outskirt area, there are still a few camps and buildings around, thats why the bubble gets larger and larger where we see it. And your answer to that question, Dradan, is yes. By the way, the outskirts are pretty much a desert, due to the attack of massive Miasma.))
OOC:
Okay, now things are clearing up a bit. Just need to know a few more things then: 1) Is Paragon still existant in its ruined state under that shield for the purposes of this RP, meaning are there people there? Or is is basically a big black box that nobody knows what's going on under? And 2) If there aren't, how's what other people have written so far going to fit into this?
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
Characters
((Dark Astoria and Croatoa have a few leftover hero bases. Only places that are a haven, however miasma still frequently raid the bases.))
OOC: k back to finding a spot
wonederful just headed out the refuge to find another for his companions
OOC: is this going to die?
((Hopefully not. Now, we going to continue the RP or what?))
Miasma was sent on a daily attack to the Longbow bases in Dark Astoria. Scorch of Destiny was one of the leftover heroes protecting the base in Dark Astoria. "It's all over, we have no hope. Longbow and the leftovers can't take Miasma alone." Scorch said to a longbow agent. "You're probably right, but let's think on the brighter side of things." the agent responded. "If we are to defeat Miasma, the world will be even safer, because a lot of the villains we have fought in the past have been wiped out by Miasma." Scorch responded to that with a simple groan. He soon walked towards the executive's desk and sat down in the chair, doing his work posted on paper. Scorch had a black fedora with a golden trim, with a simple black leather jacket, a dark blue T-shirt, a common blue pair of cargo pants, and a white mask covering his mouth. "Hey, Agent F-113, can you come here?" Scorch shouted. "Yes. What do you need?" the agent replied.
"We're being raided. See to it that the guards are ready."
"How can you tell?"
"I'm looking at the cameras at the entrance."
"Alright. I'll prepare the men and send them to the front line."
"Don't forget to ready the turrets."
"I'm on it."
So the agent walked off to ready the defenses. Scorch continued monitoring the cameras.
At the front line of Dark Astoria, several Longbow agents gathered, their guns at aim. Very soon a fight broke out, gunshots everywhere and bodies of Longbow on the ground. They sure aren't doing well... I have to go. Scorch thought.
"Where are you going?" an agent asked.
"To the fight!"
"Wait a-"
Soon Scorch arrived at the fight, with sparks of flame encircling his body. He threw a fireball at a group of Miasma, angering them to face him alone, but it wasn't as much use as he hoped. He hurled two minor fireballs at the smaller ones, one in each hand, which had about enough to make them flee. The larger one charged in anger, as Scorch gathered his flames into a sword. He swiped at the incoming Miasma and they engaged a fight with shadow and flame. Eventually, Scorch managed to defeat that piece, although smaller pieces overtook him and shocked his body to weakness. "SCORCH!" Agent F-113 shouted. "Pick up Scorch's body ASAP!" So two agents immediately rushed Scorch's body to the base as the fight raged on.
Wonederful looked below because something caught his eye. there right below him was the ideal shelter for him and his companions. Wonederful's fly suddenly turns off and dropped to the ground with a thud
"Ow!"
Wonederful's arm through the aura starts to bleed from the rock he landed on. as he walks in side the shelter he is not aware that he isn't alone. Wonederful then sits on a chair near by bleeding. then it just stops a green aura surrounds his body and a person in the corner says
"ow!"
wonederful gets up and looks the person in the eye
OOC: if anyone is wondering my character is claws/dark armor but thats pretty obvious
"who are you?" wonederful asks
"dont hurt me"
"im not" wonederful turns of his aura "but who are you"
"im a citizen of paragon city, i ran for my life when the miasma attacked Perez Park"
wonederful studied the person
"no your not"
"how do you know?"
"the green aura i put around me accidentally gave you my wound, its already healed. also citizens arent allowed in perez park even if you were in there its in the center of paragon city meaning you would need super speed to get out or the miasma would have killed you"
The situation seemed more hopeless than before. Professor IQ had tried his best to think of a way out of the predicament they had all fallen into. He said to his companions after much thought, "If we are to be as vagabonds and restless wanderers then so be it. We cannot just stay here and let the Miasma wipe us out as well, we must seek assistance. I am heading out to find more survivors if possible, it is the only way if we are to have any chance of slowing down this Miasma. Now, I suggest we begin to make our way towards Dark Astoria, its as good as any place else I can think of." The Professor TK'ed his top hat to his head and began his journey with or without his companions. He was not going to just sit around and wait for the end, he would face this evil and either be victorious or defeated. IQ then gathered the power within him and lept a great leap towards an uncertain future....
"alright, ya got me there" said the stranger
the stranger arose from his hiding place no longer acting like a coward
"i am..." he paused as the light went out
a palpable feeling came from the stranger... fear?
"oh no, not again"
"What? whats going on?" wonederful asked
the stranger stood there, fell to the ground and his body went through a series of spasms. the stranger got up a dark cloud surrounding his body. almost like miasma, his eyes glowed with superiority.
"leave puny hero all shall leave no more shall anyone be in Paragon city. IT BELONGS TO USSSsss...!"
the cloud disappeared. the stranger got up and looked at wonederful.
"please sheathe your claws i am not the miasma i am their messenger by force its not my choice"
Longbow continued to fight the Miasma throught the night. They managed to win the battle, but Scorch was in pain. He couldn't fight. His body was nearly completly totalted. He was surely KOed, but the longbow agent still had a way of knowing he was alive from his beating heart.
"well, then that leaves a few more questions"
"what would they be"
"do you want to get rid of the miasma?"
"yes"
"do you mind if my companions and i who are also survivors of the miasma stay here as a refuge because our's is not safe anymore?"
"sure, you know i felt so alone. i thought i was the only one to survive."
with the news of a new refuge wonederful said
"ill be right back"
"ok"
Wonederful flew out the door and headed for the old refuge
Scorch woke up, hearing a yell. "He's alright, his eyes are opening up!" Scorch raised his head. "What happened?"
"You wiped out cold in the Miasma battle, Scorch." He knew that was the voice of Agent F-113.
((Starting to enjoy the RP more.))
((lol it died))
((Attempting to resurrect. Just noticed how brilliant of an RP this began to become.))
(i was suprised to find this had a new post, hadnt seen one in awhile)
OOC: i was fine until devious me confused me now im confused::
OOC: so if i cant get to PC should i go back to where i was searching for a new refuge?::