A Good Time to be Bad [RP]

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Post by illirica » Thu Apr 26, 2018 12:10 am

'Sister,' huh? Tyria rolled her eyes, and hid a smirk. There wasn't really time for that discussion, though, as the guards were already starting to file in. The foxy lady put her arms out, taking a couple impacts on some sort of shielding device, but Tyria was already gone. She appeared behind one of the guards, and a red line erupted at his throat as her dagger slid across it. She didn't stay to watch him collapse, but teleported again, taking out another guard in the same manner. A quick glance around the room showed that Athena had taken out two of the guards as well, and as Tyria was in her field of view, she pointed a finger at herself, then the guard on the right, and disappeared again, this time appearing directly in front of him and stabbing the knife straight into his throat, keeping him from getting a line of fire on Athena while trusting her to take out the remaining guard.

Not a bad start. Tyria expected the reinforcements would be coming in waves. She wasn't sure how long they were planning to be there - that depended on Afterthought. Tyria wasn't going to worry about explosives or theft, neither one of those interested her. She'd stay where she was needed, and handle the guards. Who knew, maybe someone interesting would show up for a change.

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Re: A Good Time to be Bad [RP]

Post by LunaHawk » Tue May 01, 2018 4:33 am

The heroes arrived sooner than anticipated, primarily because those who thought of being heroes were more likely to attend a hero museum than the average person. As it was, three were inside the museum and one appeared outside of it...none of them wore outlandish costumes or carried extraordinary gear because those days had long passed. These heroes were young, undisciplined and more of an idea than an actual hero. They acted like heroes, they even had powers...but they had a long way to go.

Most...would probably never make it.

The first to act was in fact outside. When the security guards were dropped by a man standing on street level with a rifle. He was sixteen and here with a class. At the sound of weapons fire and explosions his class broke for cover and panicked. He stood still, completely shocked for a moment. Then a bullet passed through a security guard's head from Vadim's pistol and the whole world slowed down for him. He watched the bullet pass through the air, it tumbled and flipped end over end, spraying droplets of blood and tissue off of it in lazy arcs as the mostly shattered bullet began to break apart, pieces of it flaking off and dropping to the ground.

His heart beat and Johnny Aker finally did something. He reached out and plucked the bullet out of the air as it tumbled past in apparent slow motion. This is when he learned two very important lessons. First...bullets were hot. His fingers and palm burned harshly with the contact. Second, bullets traveled fast and if you grabbed one out of the air it's kinetic force had to go somewhere. It jerked his arm. The sports enthusiast in him kicked in and he actually almost fluidly turned the jerking of his arm into a pivot and spin on one foot, like a baseball pitcher about to release a fast ball. That...in fact...was his plan. Well...his plan once he learned what physics were.

He pivoted around on his foot to face Vadim and used the momentum and his not inconsiderable (for a sixteen year old) strength to throw the bullet right back at the man who had fired it. A few factors would play into the less than instantly lethal nature of his attack. First...the bullet was in awful shape and being grabbed out of the air and thrown did nothing to help it. It was also not a baseball, it was in fact infinitely smaller than a baseball and so it was difficult to put as much force into the throw...and as much accuracy...as he would have liked. The bullet's splintered and tumbling nature did not help with this either. Finally, the momentum of the bullet had been robbed by his body, when it was thrown back it was thrown with enough force to penetrate human flesh, but was no where near as fast as bullet fired from a gun. In fact, it was perfectly conceivable to see all of this transpiring and make an attempt to dodge without renaming oneself Neo and entering the Matrix. It was a clumsy attack, but it was potentially deadly and it was made with quick thinking and on the spot action.

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A man in his early thirties was inside the Museum when the assault team busted in, murdering the guards in their way in the process. As everyone broke and ran for other rooms he took action. He grabbed a mop from the nearby desk and kicked the bottom of it, breaking the wooden pole off of the mop head to create a poor man's bo-staff. He remembered seeing videos online of a retired hero that had once used such a weapon...and he had watched all of those videos. He was good at that...watching videos...and being able to duplicate them to a T.

He moved with fluidity and grace he otherwise lacked, spinning the bo staff around he flipped over the desk and landed near the threat he identified as the most significant, Athena, the woman who could make shields. He spun the weapon around in a blur of motion, aiming a bone cracking strike for her left knee that he would follow up with a particularly deft flip of the weapon around its central axis to attempt to slam it into her face.

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The final hero was actually standing by a display of some of Xae's early armor and weaponry. She considered trying to break the protective glass and wear it but was fairly certain she'd have no idea how to operate it and probably couldn't break the glass. Instead she relied on something else entirely. She reached behind her and slid a trio of neatly concealed plastic throwing blades from a pocket sown into the back of her blue jeans. The young high school senior knew exactly what she was doing.

In her years of highschool and middleschool she had trained with these weapons, trained because she had long admired the heroes of old and learned they always seemed to have a means of defending herself. She almost pictured herself side by side with one of them now as she took hold of the weapons and unleashed them without warning. Her stunning movements were aided by no powers, merely skill and long, hard hours of practice. The trio of blades pierced the air with silent precision, two aimed for Tyra's eyes and one for the center of her chest.

She had practiced long and hard with throwing weapons and was deadly accurate...but she failed to account for possible powers, for the fact her target might actually move...or for the fact that none of those shots were necessarily fatal. A miss of either eye would probably just go wide and if her dagger stuck the woman in the center of her chest it would certainly hurt, might even be debilitating...but fatal? Not likely.

Of course...all three heroes had one thing in common. They lacked the experience and training to account for Other possible foes such as a sniper on the roof or unlooked for reinforcements. They would soon see how far their bravery, skills and powers would take them.

Hey...everyone had to start somewhere.

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Re: A Good Time to be Bad [RP]

Post by Pronoia » Wed May 02, 2018 7:17 pm

Bang!

Athena eliminated the last of the intital museum security with another perfectly executed head shot, afterwards she holstered her pistol and placed her palm next her chest before removing it and giving a thumbs up with the same hand towards Tyria. she's a good teammate, let her know that Athena gave a short approving nod with her head towards Tyria and turned it around to use her special perceptive ability to see through objects and saw the new threat arriving seconds before he launched his attack.

During the few seconds she had before he attacked she observed his movements and mentally created a pseudo prediction based on his actions, the blow to the knee was unexpected however not too harmful as a golden shimmer flickered through out Athena's body all while barely flinching in response to the force of the blow then as predicted a strike was sent towards her face but this time she intercepted the attack by grabbing the staff preemptively with both hands and increased the traction of the shielding enveloped on her hands to get a better grip.

Athena would attempt to grapple over the makeshift weapon with her opponent and while she had no exceptional strength her desire was to keep him focused as apart of the strategy she earlier requested her companion to heed Come on, I got him distracted do your part
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Re: A Good Time to be Bad [RP]

Post by FakeSkrillex » Wed May 02, 2018 7:51 pm

LunaHawk wrote:
Tue May 01, 2018 4:33 am
The heroes arrived sooner than anticipated, primarily because those who thought of being heroes were more likely to attend a hero museum than the average person. As it was, three were inside the museum and one appeared outside of it...none of them wore outlandish costumes or carried extraordinary gear because those days had long passed. These heroes were young, undisciplined and more of an idea than an actual hero. They acted like heroes, they even had powers...but they had a long way to go.

Most...would probably never make it.

The first to act was in fact outside. When the security guards were dropped by a man standing on street level with a rifle. He was sixteen and here with a class. At the sound of weapons fire and explosions his class broke for cover and panicked. He stood still, completely shocked for a moment. Then a bullet passed through a security guard's head from Vadim's pistol and the whole world slowed down for him. He watched the bullet pass through the air, it tumbled and flipped end over end, spraying droplets of blood and tissue off of it in lazy arcs as the mostly shattered bullet began to break apart, pieces of it flaking off and dropping to the ground.

His heart beat and Johnny Aker finally did something. He reached out and plucked the bullet out of the air as it tumbled past in apparent slow motion. This is when he learned two very important lessons. First...bullets were hot. His fingers and palm burned harshly with the contact. Second, bullets traveled fast and if you grabbed one out of the air it's kinetic force had to go somewhere. It jerked his arm. The sports enthusiast in him kicked in and he actually almost fluidly turned the jerking of his arm into a pivot and spin on one foot, like a baseball pitcher about to release a fast ball. That...in fact...was his plan. Well...his plan once he learned what physics were.

He pivoted around on his foot to face Vadim and used the momentum and his not inconsiderable (for a sixteen year old) strength to throw the bullet right back at the man who had fired it. A few factors would play into the less than instantly lethal nature of his attack. First...the bullet was in awful shape and being grabbed out of the air and thrown did nothing to help it. It was also not a baseball, it was in fact infinitely smaller than a baseball and so it was difficult to put as much force into the throw...and as much accuracy...as he would have liked. The bullet's splintered and tumbling nature did not help with this either. Finally, the momentum of the bullet had been robbed by his body, when it was thrown back it was thrown with enough force to penetrate human flesh, but was no where near as fast as bullet fired from a gun. In fact, it was perfectly conceivable to see all of this transpiring and make an attempt to dodge without renaming oneself Neo and entering the Matrix. It was a clumsy attack, but it was potentially deadly and it was made with quick thinking and on the spot action.
Vadim watched as the boy became a blur, sending the bullet back at him and hitting him in the right shoulder. It stung but it fell to the ground with little to no damage being done. He looked at the child, he couldn't have been older than 17 and was trying to start a fight with a man like Vadim.

"You don't want to do this boy," a heavy Russian accent spoke "this will end with one of us dead. And it will not be me."

Vadim raised his weapon and fired it wildly, his first shots going towards the boy but after the third shot he fired off about 10 inches to the boys right, then did the same with two shots to the boys left. He moved forward as he fired, he knew that he was durable enough to outlast the boy in a fight, but it was all just a game of whether he could catch him or not.

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Post by illirica » Wed May 02, 2018 9:51 pm

Much of Tyria's combat style was about making extremely quick decisions based on what information she had available, which often wasn't as much as she would have liked. The man with a staff was interesting - he'd been there as an onlooker, and yet his first action had been to equip himself with a weapon he was capable of using. He wasn't going to be someone who went down easy, she didn't think - his age and his apparent confidence were both points in his favor.

Athena had attracted his attention quickly, and Tyria couldn't have hoped for better. That left her free to engage on her own terms, and Athena was apparently thinking along the same lines, going in for a grapple rather than a deflection. Tyria was already moving, disappearing from view and reappearing immediately behind their opponent - not standing, but dropped to one knee, slashing a knife across where she'd figured the backs of his legs would be, going for the quick and brutal hamstring. She didn't intend that he'd live long enough to regret it. It was nothing personal, of course, but she'd been contracted for the assignment and intended to see it succeed. She didn't stay in her previous position any longer than it took to make the strike, teleporting back and reappearing on the other side of the room, this time with a firearm in hand.

She took a moment to re-assess the situation and figure out what had changed since she'd moved in, flickering once more to adjust her position and sighting on the back of his head. Athena had proven her shields capable of handling a gunshot if Tyria missed... but Tyria did not expect to miss. Not unless the staff wielder had skills he hadn't yet displayed. It would be best to finish this quickly, and move to engage other defenders where needed.

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Post by LunaHawk » Tue May 08, 2018 3:36 am

Vadim knew what he was doing against someone with the kind of speed the boy displayed. Many people dismayed when faced with such speed but Vadim went for area control and overwhelming the boy's ability to think and adapt with a veritable wall of lead. The boy could easily have panicked. He did not. He acted...more on instinct than on any sort of planning, it was what kept him alive through the firestorm. It was not, however, what would allow him to be victorious.

With right and left vectors contained the boy could only go two directions, up, or back. He was not good at jumping. So he moved backwards, catching one bullet, then another and another. Simple math indicated he would eventually run out of either room or the time to catch shots headed his way. He was catching and tossing them to the side without the time to throw them and having already learned his opponent was immune to such things. It was during this time he was trying to figure out what a hero from the old days would do in his situation. Adapt. Improvise.

Improvise.

A piercing weapon thrown imprecisely had failed to do any real damage. Perhaps another object would fare better, especially if it were thrown more accurately, perhaps with more speed and at a softer part of the body. He flipped onto his hands, narrowly avoiding a bullet in the process and in the midst of his flip back onto his feet he scooped up a loose rock, not much larger than the bullets. He placed it between two fingers and he sent it hurtling towards Vadim at maximum possible speed...which sadly was not much faster than the bullet he had thrown. This, however, was aimed. He took the time to aim, hoping he could do two things in rapid succession and not die. The little rock was sent for Vadim's left eye.

He then tried to catch the next bullet and avoid it at the same moment. The combination of the two meant he didn't die. The failure of both meant he got hit. The bullet tore through his right hand right in the center of the palm, blood and bits of bone sprayed out from the back of his hand and he was sent tumbling to the ground as the shock of the impact completely disorganized his plan...such as it was.

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The man with the mop was a more experienced and older person than the boy...and he had two unique powers to his advantage. The first he had already displayed, though it was unlikely his opponents understood that yet. The second was situational awareness. He was hyper aware. He did not know where the other woman moved when she vanished, but he knew she had vanished. He also knew from having watched tens of dozens of movies that she was probably going to try and attack him from behind somehow. So as the weapon was grappled but not misdirected and as the woman disappeared, he began to act.

First, he released the mop, it wasn't important, there were weapons all over the place in the museum and he himself had watched enough professional kung foo bouts to know how to fight without one. You tube powers activate. His second action taken less than a second after the first was to begin to spin around, simultaneously sweeping one foot out to try and trip up the woman now holding the mop. If he had any luck he would send Athena sprawling while turning to face Tyria.

Tyria was, however, attacking his leg. Something out of the corner of his eye warned him of this but too late to completely avoid the attack, particularly because that was the leg he was using to stand on while sweeping. There was nothing he could do to stop the attack. Knowing she was likely to attack from behind and knowing how were two different things. He had anticipated a direct attack, what he got was a precise one.


The perfectly placed attack severed one of the most important tendons in the body and sent him sprawling. It was a testament to his will that he didn't black out from pain. He rolled away from his paired opponents and tried to stand on his good leg, searching his memories for a video that covered this subject. Sometimes training simply trumped powers and improv. He sorely wished for training now.
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Post by illirica » Tue May 08, 2018 5:14 pm

Tyria looked at the man, balancing himself as best he could, her gun pointed calmly at his heart. On one leg, there was no way he was going to stop her, a fact which she thought they were both well aware of. "Get out of here," she told him, calmly, "You're not gonna stop anyone. Call yourself an ambulance before you bleed out. If you're quick about it, they can probably save the leg. Try to interfere and I will kill you. Understand?" It wasn't anything personal, but she had a mission to accomplish and if he got in the way of it, she would make sure the obstruction was removed. If he backed down, though... well, Tyria was an assassin. A professional. She wasn't there to murder everyone just to show she could.

She nodded towards Athena. "Let's get back on track. I'll cover incidentals, you take point." Let Athena lead and take out anything she came across normally, and Tyria would watch the back and the sides and make sure there weren't any surprises.

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Post by Pronoia » Tue May 08, 2018 6:57 pm

When Athena's opponent released the weapon into her possesion she tossed it aside before reaching for her pistol in sync with her opponents leg sweep however his attack failed to make Athena do more than flinch in response due to her shields ability to significantly reduce knock back effects and in part to Tyria's timely aid. Wait! Athena restrained herself from opening fire on the now injured attacker, instinctively she would have ended him right there and then but when Tyria offered the would be hero a chance to opt out of the engagement it changed Athena's decision on the matter and even to an extent her opinion on Tyria. Wow, dauntless and...considerate? Athena lowered the aim of her gun but still kept it hovering around her mid section incase the opposition decided not to heed the warning "Right..."  Athena replied back her voice clearly emoting a strong mix of confusion and caution in response to the unexpected mercy coming from her teammate.

With out another word said Athena took point rapidly pacing ahead of her companion to the first of six targeted areas meant to be fire bombed, "okay we're about a minute in" Athena commented as she unraveled the backpack from her shoulders and rested it on the ground before unzipping and pulling out what appeared to be a canister from it "Our kind benefactor made six of these, contact fuse detonation once the cap is removed...keep a good distance away if you get caught in the flames you will have to discard any clothing because it'll stick like honey on skin" as Athena said this she twisted the cap off and set it aside before holding the compact napalm bomb with one hand and tossing it far across the room section that led to the main entrance of the museum. The detonation upon smashing into the ground created a bright flash of light and ten meter blast radius of fire which would begin to quickly grow to which of course made Athena quickly re-equip the backpack and begin moving away from the flames "okay one down, main entrance is cut off but we need to move quick now since the fire will be spreading rapidly" Athena pointed up at a series of visible floors above them "Third floor, the trophy room. It's about fifty feet above us, think you could reach there?" Athena decided on previous recollection of Tyria's teleportation requirement to offer her open palm towards Tyria with a notion of cordialness
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Post by Azra » Thu May 10, 2018 3:55 pm

A costume like hers did a lot, hid a variety of weapons for example. It covered the layers of scars that decorated her body. It hid her identity and her intentions. She wasn't rich but it seemed maybe to resourceful for someone bad, and the symbol looked like someone who wanted to go on and be like those this museum honored. There was no need for armor or weapons it felt like in this age, it largely felt like the need for heroes had subsided opposing such a look though also didn't come. She played the part of a haunted red head who wanted to become a hero, but there was no need for heroes so most saw her as crazy and enough about posture and haunted eyes said not to bother her. She entered the museum as the Dragonfang, and after awhile things began to want someone like her.

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Explosions and violence they were sounds she knew all to well. Gunshots, like the ones against her when she failed to deliver drugs for cartels. Sniper fire like the time she was told to take one to save a politician. Sophomore student of New York takes a bullet for Mayor candidate so on and so on. Jess herself cared very little for the tale, it was however the kind of story that tipped a ballad. Explosions sound off, not unlike the ones she remembers planting against a military camp. Not unlike the ones she remembers being caught up in for helping out a military camp, they liked to keep younger soldiers under ground when not on missions. Thus she only had burns from that one as opposed to having endured worse. Chaos breaks out, so many sounds flood her ears it's hard to distinguish what's what. She can additionally not only hear the every frantic step and panicked breath but also feel it. The vibrations of the floor, way they nervously tap a foot in one room way they lay prone trying to become apart of the tile. She can smell it, the sweat from some, the ammonia from another. Scent of gunfire and burning flesh of blood dripping it bothers her.

Not how much of it is. But how familiar it is.

She follows those who ran for cover supporting them for when they hide into a room. Promise them cover, that she'd die for their safety. Of course she has to go help the others, but she'll be back for them if she can. They trust her, it hurts how familiar that is, trust was a stupid sensation.

"Take me to the security room sir." She askes a worried guard, he doesn't question it, he doesn't fear her. The dragon is here to help just wants to know the layout of the things before acting. To go in wise like a dragon ready and aware. They lead Jessica into a room, monitors and a few weapon cases. Theres radios and a guard at each one trying to contact emergency lines. They hang up ready to give what input they could to the dragon, chairs swivel to face her and then she strikes. Wrists flick outward and throwing blades shaped like her symbol sink deep into throats. Guard to the left goes for his gun, training takes over for his lack of resolve. The nudge against her temple only gets a sigh of a response however as blue eyes gesture downward. He'd been cut open she didn't like it. This man trusted her, led her hear and even in the face of death trained a gun on her in admirable time. "I'm sorry." A following stab, through the heart least she can do is make it end quickly.

Last guard in the room fumbles with the radio, calls it in. A small piece of semtax drops at his feet as he tells how the dragon is not with them and out to kill. Everyone is already hysterical who knows if the guard meant "with us" instead or who she was out to kill. Honestly who even knew who Dragonfang was, it was Jessica Rook that was known in criminal rings not the winged serpent of the lotus. Radios from the main security room go silent as a small explosion goes off within the museum. Jess considers if she could call it in, ask if she should help her allies or go after civilians. She knows as a girl that was what she should do. Follow orders and ask for directions, otherwise it'd be another night anyone would want to forget. A dragon however didn't follow orders, she would simply go for a walk. See where her feet would take her, maybe authorities to kill, allies to help maybe civilians any was fine. Everything awful about the world was starting to surface again in the world, and the dragon was at peace with that. Just maybe not at peace with herself.

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Post by joker » Wed May 16, 2018 8:22 pm

On the news there's talk about a robery they don't know who he is but he must be bad

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