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Post by Yumi on Jun 12, 2020 12:13:20 GMT -4
Heaven on high was watching the situation with Angel as best he could. Even with control over a small fleet of drones there wasn’t much he could do to physically rescue anyone, but he’d inform the necessary response teams where and when he could about where their efforts were needed. It was perhaps in some ways a cowardly job, working from a van, running drones to get a handle on the situation, but he did what he could trying to micromanage the recovery efforts on this micro disaster. Before long, Angel was reporting in. Despite the energy in her voice the view his drones had showed she was clearly running low on juice out there, and heaven on High was heavily considering if he should be advising a retreat or not… “Angel of Mercy this is Heaven on High responding. I’ve got visual on you. Are you sure you can keep going?” Assuming she insisted she was still good to go, he’d begrudgingly turn his eyes to the rest of the situation. Chaos in the streets with multiple heroes and other students doing what they could to hold back the tide of the rampaging ragers, but no key situations. Any major cases were covered and property damage wasn’t a high priority. “The major cases are slowly being resolved by heroes… hang on…” Zooming in on one of his drones, he saw an unusual sight. A cloaked figure… maybe a vigilante? Unlikely. He wasn’t fighting in the streets. Regardless he had the makings of a vigilante OR a villain, meaning he definitely wasn’t someone they wanted on the streets. “Possible vigilante or villain sighting 2 blocks south… facial recognition software can’t get a lock on… damn. Seems he has a mask. We’ve got nothing on his attire in the database so you’re cleared to approach. Be cautious though. Try to find out what he’s in the area for.” Chesire meanwhile was unaware of the eyes on him from up above, perched on a rooftop, watching the chaos made by his dark clones as they faced down Red and Feng…~ ============================================ FENG Matched blow for blow in their flurry, Feng’s clone narrowed it’s gaze with a frustrated but still majorly calm expressing, bringing her striking leg down into a new ready position, arms raised prepared for a defense if need be, but mostly looking like she was still aiming for the offensive. The assassin’ esque version of Feng definitely looking like she had the cold fury required to kill someone, even if that someone was technically herself. As the original tried to outpace her, the dark clone seemed just faintly slower, just faintly lesser. Not much, but for the original it could seem like night and day. The clone may be able to match her blow for blow but it was taking more out of her than it was out of Feng. Long term, Feng would be able to tell she could win this, but that was never the purpose of Chesire’s clones. The purpose was to have people face their self image… or have it exposed to the world. For Feng the quirk had manifested any worries she had of ending up like her family, the issues she had with her self identity and how it struggled to settle for the fire legged heroine. In turn this clone was far more focused then Feng could be at times… but with an identity she perhaps didn’t want. “Fast. But…” Turning sharply on her heel, the clone lifted it’s hands, the smack of skin on skin as the fist met her palms, catching the force of the uppercut just barely tossing it down between them and leaving both their guards open, the clone’s glare remaining consistant. “Not fast enough!” She’d try and bring in a sweeping kick from the right, striking across Feng’s open guard with a firey leg, but leaving herself very much open for an equal counter in turn. ==================================================== RED ‘Blue’ as his original dubbed him, scoffed quite casually, scratching under his nose as he took in that jokey jab at his existence with a casual attitude and a dismissive shake of his head. “aaaah. Blue. Funny. You come up with that on the spot me?” He teased back, treating the fight just a little dismissively. For Red this was his self reflection. Mr ‘nothing was wrong’. A weird way for denial to form perhaps, but hey, it was Red’s. The guy who thought he was cooler than he was. That the shit that happened in his past either didn’t matter or, heck, in a lot of cases these days it didn’t even happen… and perhaps, with the weapon situated on the clone’s back, it was the belief that he might actually be worthy of picking up that weapon gathering dust in the corner of his garage. Whether this was what Red thought he was really like, or just how he WANTED to be like, it was unclear, but all that mattered to the clone was that single niggling desire to beat the crap out of his original. Seemed Red had just enough rage to act first though. Immediately put on the backfoot the clone was forced to stagger backwards to avoid the air-shank thrust towards him, firing off a burst of wind from his gauntlets and kicking himself off the ground, backflipping in the same motion, his feet piercing one of the few remaining window panes of the store first, and falling into a skid-landing , shards of glass shimmering around his feet as he flicked his head back with a shit eating smirk, straight out of one of Reddarc’s favourite ‘devil hunting games’. “Damn. Almost got me there Red. But what good's 'almost' in a fight eh? Come on'...
Reaching over his shoulder, Blue’s hand locked around the sleek metallic grip of the weapon resting on his back, twirling it in his grip till it came down by his side. The sleek design popping open as a blade of condensed air, similar in design to Red’s own gadgets but much more refined, took form. Whether this was how the weapon truly acted, or the clone creatures closest illusionary assumption of it, it was hard to say, but Blue still seemed as cheeky as ever. “Let me show ya how it's done!~” With one of the douchiest lines imaginable, Blue rushed forward, a burst of wind at his feet to close the distance before starting to take swipes at his original with the inherited weapon. |
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Post by Angel Surami on Jun 12, 2020 22:37:46 GMT -4
| A s heaven on high asked Angel if she could keep going Angel just nodded and took a couple deep breaths. She then did her best to put the energy back into her voice and the smile back onto her face. She was tired this true,but civilians needed her and no Angel would leave mortals to perish because they were tired. Angel couldn't let her inner flame dim and her body to fail her until the fight was done. "The missions not over H.O.H. People still need an Angel to look up to so they know they are safe. I'll rest when the mission is done and not before! I've got this!"Angel listened as H.O.H. told her that the major situations were resolving themselves before stating that there was a possible vigilante or bad guy on a roof about two blocks south but that facial recognition couldn't ping him because of a mask and that she was cleared to approach. To this Angel nodded and as H.O.H. told her to try and find out what he was there for Angel bent down digging her feet into the ground and combining a large jump with a large flap of her wings which caused a major gust of wind she took to the sky and began flying toward the location she was given as fast as she could. As she flew she felt a bit of worry grow in her chest and so she pressed down on her com link again to speak to H.O.H. "Can you give me a status report on the pro who came to relieve me? Is he..Is he okay?"There was genuine concern in Angel voice until she spotted the masked man perched on the rooftop making sure to fly out in front of him and just hovered there with a smirk. "You know Halloween isn't for another few months,though who am I to talk! If you are looking for something fun and action packed to watch I hear the theater downtown is showing some pretty good stuff. So I am just gonna ask this once. Why are you here V for Vendetta? What's the game plan here? Send out as many flunkies as you can to wreck stuff and just sit back and watch? It's gotta be pretty hard to enjoy the popcorn and soda with the mask on. Why don't you take it off so we can have a real chat or I might just have to take it away from you. Basically You have two choices. You lose the mask and spill your plan like a good bad guy cliche,or I take off the mask, take you down and then the police do the questioning and I promise they won't be as nice as I am." |
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Post by Arthur "Reddarcc" Hunter on Jun 16, 2020 12:24:33 GMT -4
Reds blood was boiling right now. He didnt know why exactly, but he'd reached that point of pure, unadulterated rage where he could actually hear his blood flowing around in his head. It made it pretty hard to hear his co---his counterp----....the weirdly similar looking person to him that was standing before him. He barely heard the guy make a quip about his name, but the fact that it even SOUNDED like him was making it even worse. He hadnt even realised how he felt until he was in the guys face. One moment, he'd been kneeling on the ground, looking at this stupid, weirder similar, not at all cool looking reflection of himse----....person who looked quite similar to him, and the next he was up in the dudes face, knife primed to bury itself into his chest. It was kinda weird.
[smear:#1979e6]"No, Stole it from an old classmate from a while back. Not that you'd know, You goddamn fake.[/smear:#ff0000:1] Red would spit back at his co----opponent, weirdly feeling like he was insulting himself. Had no idea why he felt like that, this cool---I mean not at all cool guy in front of him was someone he'd never met before, obviously. Even if he was backflipping out of windows, he wasnt cool. He wasnt cool at all. There was no way in hell any of what was happening was cool. It was goddamn infuriating to look at.
[smear:#ff0000]".....Shut your fuckin mouth. You wont be grinnin in the next five seconds, you son of a bitch."[/smear:#1979e6:1] Red would grumble out, his tone dropping into a cold, seething rage as he followed ol blue eyes out of the window, his knife elogating into a longer blade, two handing it and charging at his clo----this smug fuckin prick.
Still, as he approached, he hesitated for a brief moment, as Blue had to time to draw his......no, not his, but the weapon that caused Red to seethe in his rage even more. His eyes grew colder, a silent flame burning dully inside his irises, but it wasnt much. You wouldnt be mistaken into thinking Reds eyes looked dead, with how dark they had gotten. Not that Red would, or could notice right now. All he knew was that he wanted to make sure this guy couldnt smile at him anymore.....cause BOY was that grin infuriating.
[smear:#1979e6]........He's not cool. He's not cool at all.
He'snotcoolhe'snotcoolhe'snotcoolhe'snotcoolhe'snotcoolhe'snotcoolhe'snotcoolhe'snotcool....... He's Not Cool At All Goddammit![/smear:#ff0000:2] Red's brain would keep repeating, getting stuck on loop. He didnt understand why this guy was so anger inducing, but it was really getting to him right now, making it hard to actually focus on what was happening around him. As far as Red was aware he'd never been this angry in his life, not even when he fou---i mean when nothing happened but.....what the hell so he so angry about? it didnt make se---
"Shit." Red would sarcastically reprimand himself, barely managing to dodge out of his attack, as the the wild swing of his shad---the guy with the stolen sword came towards him, taking another shallow cut to the head, against his cheek this time. He was immediatly on the backfoot, and this wasnt good. He had to attack, had to get this guy off of him somehow. He wasnt about to be stabbed by the last thing his parents had left him before they......went off on a research trip very far away.
But.....However the hell his cop-----this fuckin dumbarse had gotten this weapon, he sure as hell knew how to use it. It was kind of bulky, but he swung it around like it weighed nothing. Like it didnt mean anything to him. Like it was HIS. That just made Red boil over even more, but he couldnt do anything about it. He could barely dodge the guy, and blocking was proving to be useless. He didnt know why, but for some reason his blades were like glass compared to that thing, so he was being forced to re-generate them on a constant basis. Just who the hell did this guy think he was?
"Gackt!" He'd wince in pain, taking another, large cut to the torso and getting blown back a few feet into a wall. He didnt get it. He should have been better than this. He should have been stronger than this. What was the point of being at UA if he couldnt even beat a guy like this? Flashes of certain events that Red did not want to remember right now were flashing before his eyes.....along with a few scenarios that terrified him. Was he just.....getting lucky this entire time? Was he still.....as weak as he had been when he watched almost everyone he cared about slip from his gra---
[smear:#1979e6]"......Goddammit.....why wont you just....quit playing around already and finish this, you prick!"[/smear:#ff0000:1] Red'd shout out, it not being clear who he was talking to right now, trying not to think about what had just popped into his bloody head. He'd grab a second hilt from his belt, generate two, short blades, and charging at his counterpart again. He was starting to understand the guys moves. His weirdly familar, infuriating moves, but he was getting somewhere.....His blades were starting to hold up a little better too, managing to actually blade lock with the bastard....even if his stolen sword was still cutting halfway through both of Reds.
[smear:#ff0000]"Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?"[/smear:#1979e6:1] Red'd angrily ask, starting to spark a little bit, as he struggled to hold his ground here. His arms were shaking, his legs looked like they were about to give out, and he was breathing pretty heavily right now, with a massive fucking headache on account of this bastard.....but he wasnt about to stop. He couldnt. He knew, somewhere deep down, that this was a fight he had to win.
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Post by Feng "Fei" Yao on Jun 18, 2020 2:21:29 GMT -4
Feng’s uppercut was met with her other self’s guard as she felt it make contact with her arms. It was maddening to say the least as she can feel that she was slower than her but she was making up the gap with something. She can’t exactly pinpoint it but it has something to do with herself. But she can feel her other self’s cold fury as she stared at her as she did the same. She can out pace her as she can definitely beat her in a test of speed but her sheer tenacity and focus is what is keeping her from getting her ass royally kicked.
Everything about her bothered her, from the sheer expression she held, her attire, her posture, all of it put her on edge. All of it reminded her of her mother as she felt the same kind of pressure coming from general posture. Her strikes if she didn't counter were going to hit some of her vital areas and were meant to kill. She is a bastardization of who she is at her very core and her words only fail to inspire a massive reaction from her….and the entire situation is downright instance given what she has seen from her so far.
She gritted her teeth as she could feel what was coming next as her other self responded quickly with a kick to her side. Her side was open during this brief window and she took her chance as she aimed a palm strike aimed at her shadow's chest before the kick made contact. However it didn't mean she got out of it for free as the hit to her side was akin to a car moving at 30 mph and hitting her side. It was painful and maddening that she got a hit but she endured with it as she got her own counter in at least. She flew to the side as a result of eating the hit a she a nearby by lamp post. Her body hurt like hell as her leash did make contact with metal at the speed of a car but it was the better than eating her own flurry of kicks.
It took a moment of her feeling the pain before she picked herself back up as she got back into her fighting stance. A hit like that hurts but like hell does it hurt any worse than the hits she had eaten from her stronger peers. She can still hear her in the distance and Feng recalled some of her words at random as she slowly walked towards her with her guard up. Whats on her mind is a mystery but she needed to know what her actual deal was. What sort of secrets does she know that Feng herself isn't aware of. She seemed to talk pretty big and has a pretty sharp tongue about taking shots at her various quirks and habits. It was both hurtful and maddening to hear her own voice talking shit to her from outside of her mind and so blatantly. She always assumed her darker self would be more sassy than her and more annoying. But she cant be picky with how she faces her problems as she needed to ask a real important question to herself.
“What did you mean that the truth always hurts me? If you’re me and know what I’ve been through, then you know how much things has changed since I learned the truth ....so throw me a bone here, fake me...what exactly are you”, she asked as she slowly approached her clone with eyes glowing.”Depending on your answer, I could go a bit easier on you since you seem to be running out of breath”, cracking her knuckles as she takes a stance. Threatening a dark version of herself ain't exactly the most sane thing to do. But if she wants to improve and get better than she once was, then she needs to face these problems head on and confront it with all she's got. Nothing says like self acceptance and embracing change than beating the ever living shit out of her assassin looking self. Though this is probably going to kept a secret from the others as the she doesn't want this sort of thing being found out by the others. That and she doesn't want to be seen as crazy by the them...or correction crazier considering her various antics. Does she know about her current situation in her life right now or is she going to keep quiet about that part.
But after the trivial things are taken care of, she takes a deep breath as she releases her energy and sets her legs on fire once again. They were bright and burning as she took a tiger's stance as she took aim at herself. When the time is right, she will blast herself forward at high speed and would attempt to slam her and take her down. If it missed then she would crash through a wall and land on her feet before attempting again. If she made the hit then she would land on her feet and use her quirk to chase after her flying body as she readied up her next series of moves as she watched for her own movements and what she can do. Stealing her skills and attempting to add it to her own moves to try something truly new.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jun 23, 2020 20:21:21 GMT -4
There was some part of her, a bigger part of her than normal, that was aware enough to really understand what she was doing: punching a giant fucking rat. Not a rat morph, not a rat mutation, but a giant rat that could talk. She had seen shark mutations, people with four arms, and even her boyfriend fall into a literal pile of just... flesh, and there were more things she saw. But somehow, she had never seen a rat - or any animal, for that matter - talk.
But this wasn't just some normal talking rat... not that 'normal' could be applied to this thing anyway. She might've been stupid, but she wasn't a dumbass; she punched him, and even if her neon was wrapped around her fist, she still felt his belly. His fur made her want to wash her hand, but the muscle underneath... yeah, he was strong. Way stronger than a rat should be.
Yeah, she saw him coming back easy.
He was fucking fast, too, but she saw the little creep coming! He went low, but she saw him fucking coming! She grit her teeth as he rebounded off the sap that he landed against, and she jumped to the side. It was a close call, but she avoided his punch, and she grinned. "Ha! Saw that coming, bastard!" Neon flashed around her arms, and she threw them down, her eyes and her grin wide as she countered his bouncing to her by aiming two hard fists onto his back to hear that beautiful sound: bodies hitting the ground, starting with his for getting in the way!
Was this one of those heroes she had heard so much about? He had such a stupid cape, such a stupid look, and a stupid head! She fought almomst just like him, she saw him coming, so she definitely had the advantage! He should give up now, save her the trouble of trying to land hits on him!
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Post by Perry Possum on Jun 26, 2020 21:19:58 GMT -4
He let out a sort of screee like sound as the fists collided into his small but sturdy back and send him smashing into the ground. A rough smoosh and weak crack heard as he collided into the cold moist hard ground bellow. His little arms and legs flailing a bit as he did so letting out a impulsive hiss and wide mouthed toothy angered grin his species was known for. His hero suit now lightly rumpled and dirty as well with a rip or ruffled bit here and there as well. The hiss and drool that only briefly dripped from a fuzzy lip passed pearly edged teeth that seemed almost countless in his large mouthed grin. He would react quickly on instinct as well just as a cornered and now lightly wounded animal which made him that much more likely to lash out in violence. His tail swishing around aiming to coil around what ever it could find of the woman above him just as quickly as he reacted to the pain. The strong meaty muscly tail aiming to coil around a wrist or a ankle and if it could find root use all his might to like a whip flick and pull to yank and try and throw the woman as such with the pinky tail. " Screeeeeeeeee"
He roared as well in the attempt. If it worked quickly scrambling back to his feet as well to get himself back in the game so to speak and ready for more action. Fur lightly bristled upon his head and neck as well as in the unseen areas like down his back under his bright colored costume that was now dirtied and stained from the cold moist hard ground he'd been so rudely crushed into. Coughing lightly as he stood as well if he stood if things went as planed in attempt.
--- Perry squished onto the ground with a hard blow! Attempts to quickly coil his tail around wherever it could find grasp, Be it a ankle, wrist, arm, leg, anything he could coil it around with quickly and try and yank her away in a whip like action to toss her away and get back to his feet in attempt. |
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Post by Yumi on Jul 7, 2020 18:04:05 GMT -4
"...."
Chesire's observance of the two fights he'd set up was interupted as a feathered heroine he'd noticed from earlier appeared before him. He crossed one of his legs over the other, the lack of 'impress' clear on his face even through his mask, almost radiating that concept of 'so what' when this heroine approached him, tipping his head to the side and waiting for her to give her speel. Turn himself in? Take off the mask? Did that ever work or was it just woven into the government issue handbooks so these guys never got sued. Chesire rose a hand to his chin, stroking it through his mask as he pretended to consider it, taking a deeeeep breath as he came to a fake epithany...!
"No."
Snapping his fingers, a mirror appeared between him and Angel, but with two clones already active he couldn't afford a third, so before Angel could meet her own reflection the glass shattered as Chesire kicked off the back of it, pushing some harsh momentum behind himself as he started to run in the other direction, running off the edge of the building and snapping his fingers again every half moment or so to generate another mirror in the air to act as a platform, reaching the alleyway below in seconds before taking a harsh turn into another street.
Feeling the way his own blade cut through Red's own like butter, 'Blue' was having the time of his life here but it wasn't showing more than was... 'cool'. A snarky grin at most and narrowed gaze as he continued to focus on the offensive. Even as Red continued to go on the defensive and improve his own blades to the point he could only dig his own into them, he held up that cocky confidence... cause what could this kid really do to stand against him. Blue cornered him up against a wall at one point as those two blades held up against his, raising a foot against said wall as he leered over Red, grin maintained as he answered his desperate questions.
"Oh come on I'm not playing around... I'm just making sure I don't miss out on any fun." He pretended to pause in thought for a moment, his eyes rolling back and letting out a scoff. "Heh. Guess I am playing around...!"
With a harsh swipe of the blade he cut through the blades infront of him, bringing his leg across and striking Red harshly in the side, punting him away and walking towards him pretty calmly with some swagger as Red found his own balance, a soft hum coming from his weapon as he looked to his own hand.
"As for who or... what I am? I dunno. It's all pretty new but I think I'm what you think you are... or maybe just what you wish you... were..." His words slowed, his gaze narrowing further as he looked to his hand, turning it over as chunks of his palm fell to the ground, his form shattering like glass and peeling away, but even in the face of it he just chuckled.
"Well. That can't be good.~"
Feng, doing well to counter her 'dark clone' sent her flying backwards as she started to get the better of her, skidding briefly along the rough ground before bouncing over herself and to her feet, breathing heavily as the stress of the fight was clearly getting to her, her body weak, and her hair loose and in tatters hanging around her face as she panted for each breath, pushing weakly up to her feet... seems the real her was winning... why not offer her a prize.
"... as far as I know... I'm what you think you might be. I'm the harsher side of yourself you see on the mirror when a days been too long or a trial too rough..." She shrugged that off, not admiring the idea of talking about herself so negatively but... she knew what she was. "I'm the you you think of when you worry you'll end up like the rest of your family. I'm the you that you turn into when you can't voice your problems, or when you just don't care to. I'm the version of you that you try to pretend is so big and strong when your heart is broken and your body is tired..."
Her eyes crossed, noticing her nose falling away and her body starting to turn to a reflective surface.
"Feel free and finish me off... it's not like destroying me here actually gets rid of me, right...?~"
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Post by Angel Surami on Jul 9, 2020 18:14:26 GMT -4
| W hy did the bad guys always have to do things the hard way? As the masked man simply told her no Angel would go to lunge forward to grab him,but was quickly cut off and then blinded by a sudden mirror. As soon as she was blinded Angel began to rub her eyes,blink and hear the man begin to run as she saw in a blur that he was using this mirror style quirk as running platforms to get down to the street! She couldn't allow that! As soon as she could see Angel took flight at the top speed that she could manage with how tired she was while looking around trying to spot the man as she pressed down on her com link to communicate with their coordinator. "H.O.H, we have a runner! The masked man has some sort of mirror related quirk,and used it to get down to the street! I'm giving chase now! At the very least I'll try and get his mask off so that you can grab a visual of his face! Have your drones ready!"Angel grinned and removed her fingers from her com as she sighed a little at how tired she felt,but quickly flew down closer to street level as she quickly scanned the crowd below her before she spotted the man in the mask below her. Since there were civilians below her she knew that she couldn't use her feathers against the man because the man may try and use them as human shields and she couldn't let that happen. Instead Angel allowed herself to touch down onto the ground in the crowd,resting her wings flat against her back causing the crowd to quickly separate in shock,and to allow the hero to have room. Angel then broke into the best top speed run that she could manage in a blur of motion of pink and white to try and get up next to the masked man. As she attempted to close in she took a deep breath and reached to grab his mask before trying to slide out in front of him to hopefully get a good look at his face,or at least give H.O.H's cameras enough time to snap a picture in case the man used his blinding mirror trick once more. If he did so Angel doubted she could give chase again. Her tank was now on empty. "You have nowhere else to run! Surrender and things won't have to get messier then they already have!"This was a complete bluff as even though she was putting on a brave face Angel knew she was tapped out energy wise and if the man in front of her tried to put up an actual fight then she would most definitely lose. "Why don't you call off your goons and the painter and just turn yourselves in? I have better things to do then chase you around all day!"Normally Angel's boasting was to show her pride to her foes. This time however her usual gift for gab was to stall so that H.O.H. could get a proper picture of the man's face before or if he tried to escape again. She just hoped she could keep the baddie distracted long enough. |
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jul 9, 2020 19:03:26 GMT -4
Luzia slammed down her fists and she felt more toughness... it wasn't like hitting a pillow, or even an animal, it was almost like hitting a sandbag, or someone tough. She grinned as he actually bounced off the ground, the feeling of power, the feeling of strength coursing through her. But, answering her sudden confidence was a tail wrapped around her wrist, and before she knew it, she was flung head over heels right into the crowd around them, caught by some random Rager, who slammed into the ground in his attempt to try to save her.
The Painter ignored them, though; she was already rolling onto her stomach, then onto her feet, clawing at the ground as she used her neon to burst herself back towards the giant rat. It was hissing at her, and she growled back in annoyance; the thing should be dead, or at least hurt, but it was barely bleeding! "Shut up you giant rat!" She yelled, throwing a fist down at it, "Just bleed more!"
Following her downward strike, enhanced in speed and power by her neon, she followed with several more blows, trying to get him in a flurry, keep him on the defensive and keep herself on the offensive!
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Post by Perry Possum on Jul 10, 2020 4:39:21 GMT -4
When he flung her off feeling a bit sore as he did he hissed in her direction and the crowd. His colorful suit strong but rumbled and dirtied a bit now. His sharp rows of teeth in a large mouth hiss gave his own tiny roar at the crowd and her direction. Readying himself for a continued bout with this feisty sharp tongued villain. "I ain't no rat red! I'm a Opossum of justice!" He said thinking it sounded cool when it likely only sounded cool in his head. Snorting as well kicking up a little dirt where he stood trying to make himself look bigger then he actually was to make some impact in its own way of sorts.
It was mere moments later though she launched herself at him like a rocket with neon lights streaming behind her. The sights of it trippy in some whats and lovely in others. He may have admired such a pretty power if not for the fact it was rocketing right for him with likely a very malicious intent given her comments and aggressive as well as deadly nature shown thus far.
The initial blow crashed and cracked right on his small fuzzy noggin. Causing him to be stunned and stirred for several moments as he was barraged with several blows sending kinks and cracks of pain through his body quickly snapping him back to his senses in their own right. A small bit of blood from the odd power dripping and matting some of his fur here and there and his outfit torn in several places. The small creature blocking with his forearms when he could screeching briefly in pain. A angered critter taking several wounds before opening himself again and trying to launch instead of a barrage a more singular tiny fisted paw at the womans stomach if he could make it leaping forward a bit too as he did before using his tail to launch him forward just enough. The tiny fist attempting to launch forth towards the girls gut carrying far more power then a tiny pink fist like his might have believed to hold at first second or even third glance of inspection.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jul 12, 2020 18:24:21 GMT -4
"Oh."
That's why he was so big, and now that she took a second look, so familiar. She had seen a lot of his kind run over on the pavement, and a few dropping out of trees or playing dead. None of them talked though, or wore clothes. If she wasn't so pissed at him getting in the way of her kill, she might've made a comment on his outfit; if she was in a better mood, she might have actually approved of it. It was colorful after all, and a whole lot of color was always great!
"Whatever! You're still gonna get your ass beat!"
The Painter was in no such mood, and she felt her fists hit the possum repeatedly, like punching a tiny little sandbag, it almost hurt, but she was even stronger than he was tough, so she kept hitting faster and faster and faster as she saw more and more blood come out of her. It felt good, but she wanted more! She was beating this thing halfway to death, but she wouldn't be satisfied until it was all the way dead!
"OOF!" She grunted, thrown back at the sudden punch to her stomach, the wind knocked out of her and pain radiating out from her stomach. She huffed, struggling to take breath as she stumbled back, holding her stomach. She struggled for a few seconds, almost feeling like she just got shot just from how small and strong the fist was, but after that moment, she recovered. She was no stranger to pain or fighting, and although it hit harder than she had expected, she took a deep breath, getting her oxygen back and aiming her hands towards the hero, firing a barrage of bolts. Her words were a little wheezy, but she still yelled, "Bastard! Die already!"
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Post by Feng "Fei" Yao on Jul 15, 2020 3:47:02 GMT -4
Feng watched and listened to her other self as she was resoundingly defeated. It didn't feel as great as she initially thought...it was more...conflicted to say the least as she looked at her with many mixed emotions. The battle was something for the ages as she enjoyed the fight but...this is the part she had been dreading. Each statement that came out of her mouth felt like a stake was being driven into her very core.
It was one thing to hear the truth...but it was completely different when it came to seeing another version of herself lay it all out. She can only clench her fists in sheer shame as she knew how right she was. From the attempt at her life in the winter, her learning the truth from her Aunt, the fight against Niso, the incidents in England and when she came back...to even the antics she gets herself into. All of her worst fears that she didn't want to admit or even say to anyone else came out and tried to take her life. She bit her bottom lip to hold herself from even punching the fake to avoid the answer she was getting...but she needed to hear it.
The copy began to disappear and fall apart before her very eyes and...Feng didn't feel relieved as it happened. She won...but at what cost? It wasn't satisfying to say the least as she saw this copy began to fade away. The dark side has been defeated and she came out a winner...it was supposed to feel good for overcoming her demons but...fighting it with her own hands did nothing to fix it. She looked at the copy with a melancholic expression on her face as she winded up for a right hook. Hesitating as she looked at her slowly becoming pieces of a reflective surface.
“On that part you are correct...but it does feel good to do it.”, She said as she threw her right hook as she shattered into a million pieces with a look of satisfaction still on her face. Feng's expression did not lighten up as she stood there in the middle of the street.
She was left there as she lingered on those words the reflection said. “I’ll never be rid of her..she is always gonna haunt me everywhere I go...but I can try and be better than her at least..”, she muttered to herself as she went to a nearby wall to lean on as she slumped down on the ground. BHuring her face in her knees as she let out a muffled scream. Feng was not exhausted physically but mentally she needed a minute to take in what just happened.
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Post by Perry Possum on Jul 20, 2020 16:49:35 GMT -4
It was painful and lovely all at once as the stream of bright neon bolts clashed and burned against the cloth of Perry's hero suit and the fur and flesh underneath it. The smell of burnt fur and cloth briefly within the air as well as he was cut and burned stumbling and then briefly rolling backwards a few times before managing to bring himself to a halt. A fur sparse patches could be scene where the clothe was burned or torn where his fur was matted and burned now a spot or two even showing down to the soft pink flesh under his fuzzy exterior.
"Screee, You are positively vile!" He'd say with a light snort as his nose wiggled and he hissed showing off his chompers in a moment of anger and aggression. Snarling for a couple moments as he quickly prepared himself to continue the battle and figure his next idea for attack. This woman was strong and not a easy push over so he had to up his game so to speak he thought at least inwardly to himself.
Although he didn't rush her this time. Instead he resulted to using something a bit... dangerous in his environment. He reached over gripping onto a large blue metallic object that was already partially damaged from the droves of dangerous cult like followers and the chaos of the destruction that had been happening and yanked the thing free from the side walk as well from little still held it secure.
The large blue metal mail box! He'd lift it as a little gravel fell from its little legs where it used to be stuck to the ground. An with a heavy hiss and growl he'd chuck the large metal thing at his foes direction with as much strength and gusto as the tiring little possum could muster.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jul 29, 2020 11:02:01 GMT -4
Luzia narrowed her eyes as she was called a name, one she didn't like, and one she didn't even understand. How was she vile? He was the vile one! He was the one that was a giant rat - as far as she was concerned, at least - he was the one hissing and growling and he was the one that was getting in her way! No, he was the vile one!
Her anger burned hotter in her veins, and she growled back at the thing. She saw the blood coating it's fur, its torn costume, its teeth, and all she thought was that she had barely even begun; she still had so much energy, she was almost completely untouched... she wanted to grin, she wanted to tell herself that she was going to win, but she was smarter than that; it was too early to celebrate.
Still, though, a part of her wanted to laugh when it grabbed a mailbox and threw it at her. But even as it flew at her so fast she could barely react, it almost felt like it was coming at her in slow motion; she knew exactly what to do and when to do it, to the point where her body reacted before her mind did. From her hand sprung neon, but it didn't form a beam or a blast like before; it partially solified, waving and pulsing but keeping form nonetheless, into a blade, and she swung her arm up. In one easy motion, the mailbox was cut in two, destroyed letters already turning brown or black fluttering around her, hiding her for a moment.
But, only a moment.
She rushed forward, upping her own game with a vengeful roar; no more was she punching him. She was rushing to him with all her speed to stab her enemy in his cut, which would only be the first of many; the Painter was alive, and her MO was just as famous as she was.
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Post by Perry Possum on Jul 29, 2020 21:18:18 GMT -4
It was a rather intimidating display to throw such a heavy metallic object such as the large mail box at the woman's path and watch her light neon sword slice through it as if it was butter to be spread on bread. He couldn't help but feel his beady eyes stunned watching the bright display. Almost lovely in how it appeared but enough as well in might to send a shiver down his spine that echoed all the way down to the point of his rough skinned tail. This villain was a tough one and not like many of the others he'd managed to take in with a wallop to the head or small bit of fire from his plane. Much like heroes villains truly did come in all shapes, sizes, and quirk mights. But even still he would not remain motionless for longer then a few moments as he moved quickly for his next plan deciding to yet again take the direct approach with a few light changes.
He rushed forward his small size giving him a edge and narrowly avoiding the gleam and edge of the hardened neon blade his foe wielded with skill and ferocious power. Spinning as he rushed in also huffing and puffing lightly as he did nearing the end of his energy reserves so to speak. His tiny body not really built for the constant output of power when he had to work at top might. But even still he'd spin in place after ducking and dodging the blade spinning as his tail stiffened and steeled itself as he aimed to smack like a whip in the spin aiming his tail for a smacking whip like motion in the spin aimed for her chest and rib cage. Hoping to deal some damage with the energy he still had left.
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