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BLITZ & Pandora

Mission Assignment: On Cloud Nine
Location: Clearing some distance from the N-Train
Interactions: None
Mentions: Dawnbreaker (@Jumbus)

Crack. Shatter. Groaaan.

Blitz was hauling ass as best he could after the hovercraft and his fellow heroes, all the way breaking concrete, shattering panes of old warehouse glass, and bending steel girders under the force of his pulsing leg muscles. At this point he had probably reached his top speed given he kept having to adjust his altitude and move slightly to avoid a few old smokestacks and randomly taller buildings, but the beastly man couldn’t help but scream in his mind, Come on, baby! Come on, baby! Faster! HELL YEAH!

A section of brick wall was blown out by Quinton’s shoulder as his ability to direct himself began to decay, but the bricks might as well have been styrofoam to him, though they might’ve found their way to some unlucky people below…

Not far in the distance, Blitz could make out the woman making a swiping motion, and then both she and the bomb began to fall at an accelerating pace towards the ground.

As the wind whipped past his ears, Quinton clenched his teeth a bit, Uh… shit, she can catch herself, right? Actually, she’s close enough, I bet I could... But she might get splattered... Fuck it, here we go, baby! His heart beat like a turbine as the precious few seconds ticked by, his speed being pushed to the max. Instinctively planning his trajectory to drop just enough near the edge of a warehouse, Blitz brought his knees to his chest, put an enormous amount of tension on his tendons, and then practically obliterated all of the building within a few feet of where his feet met, and then continued through, the warehouse.

Pandora was in a free fall. She and the bomb were set to land in a clearing. Considering her options, Pandora decided to just dunk herself and the bomb under ‘water’ liquifying the pavement just before she and it made contact. The old veteran turned her fall into a dive, extending her arms out in front of her. At that moment, some immense force came crashing through a wall that she recognized as Blitz. He meant to catch her! Sputtering in frustration and surprise, Pandora ceased her liquifying intent as fast as possible so the brute didn’t turn into a star spangled splatter on the concrete. He would have to catch her now.

In Blitz’s mind, time seemed to slow to a crawl as the distance between them shortened. Mentally he could hear an audience cheering, lights burning the ‘field’ of the match he was playing. His left arm swung outwards, turning his body with it until the arm found itself Pandora’s waist, whilst his right hand found its way to the bomb. The crowd cheered even louder! He had made the catch of the season, truly a highlight for the ages! Lights and stars exploded in the man’s mind as he relished the achievement with an enormous smug grin.

And then within that same instant, the bomb failed to stay put in his hand, sliding rapidly out of it. ”Shi-!” rumbled the giant, whose smug grin was partially replaced with a look of panic. Quinton compressed his grip just in time for the end of the bomb to squeal to a stop. Whew, he was successful, and showed it once more in a I’m-such-a-bad-ass look that he gave Pandora as he growled, “Hi there,” failing to pay any attention to the fact that they were still moving incredibly quickly either into the ground or a building.

Pandora was disheveled, gritting her teeth. ”Watch out!” She shouted, bracing for impact.

”Oh yeah,” Quinton murmured, remembering their situation. He brought the bomb and Pandora against his chest to shield them as they sailed across the clearing rapidly, slamming Blitz’s back into an old warehouse wall. And then another wall, followed by yet one more wall past a small group of screaming people, sailing out of the warehouse and then into the street. Finally, they came to a sudden stop as his body drilled a small crater into the asphalt. Coughing from the dust, wood, and pulverized bricks they had just gone through, Blitz muttered, ”Gotcha... Gotta rest… a moment…”

Pandora pushed herself out of the American’s relaxed grasp. She spat onto the street. ”No time!” She shouted, maneuvering behind the tank to use him as cover. The battle was still on. Even if they had busted through a wall or two or three, they were still within the line of sight of the mounted guns. Squinting, she saw Dawnbreaker had taken some kind of fighting pose on the roof of the aeroplane.

At that moment, Sam began firing her machine gun at the flyboy and the mounted guns at the pair on the ground. ”For fuck’s sake, these fuckers don’t give up!” roared Blitz as the rounds hit him hard and repeatedly. While he wasn’t getting blown to smithereens, the rounds were starting to chip bones and cause minor fractures, and that shit hurt. Thankfully, flyboy’s wind antics started seriously fucking with Sam’s ability to aim given the rapid and random movements of the hovercraft, so Blitz grumbled, ”Fuck, man, let’s take some cover,” as he hauled himself to his feet and trundled over against a warehouse to hide from view and take a moment to breath.

Pandora followed behind, using him as cover still. She still was putting him between her and the aeroplane, even through the wall they were now both hiding behind. ”I thought you were supposed to be bulletproof.” Pandora said.

”You see any blood, honey? Shit still hurts when the bullets are big enough, and those were big boys. Thankfully that wasn’t a straight up cannon…” said Quinton as he sank down against the wall, taking a deep breath, muttering, ”Shoulda brought my damn vape, I could use a hit…” as a few stray bullets impacted buildings around them.

Pandora rolled her eyes, scoffing. ”What good are you?” She ran a hand down her face. ”I had the situation with the bomb under control, by the way.” She said, pacing back and forth as she tried to think of a plan. ”Hmm. Maybe we just let Dawnbreaker handle the aeroplane.”

Quinton laughed deeply at her insult, finding it legitimately funny, ”Maybe so, but that was damn cool anyway! One of the best catches I’ve made in years!” As she paced back and forth, his breath was restored and he started actually paying attention to her, realizing, ”Ah, shit. I don’t know your name. What do you do, exactly?”

Pandora squinted at Quinton. ”Pandora. Absolute matter alteration. We can discuss your ignorance later.” Pandora peaked around the corner, staring at the plane as Dawnbreaker enacted his plan. ”Between the two of us, we could take it out from here. But it might crash into a building and end up causing more damage, or killing a civilian who’s currently hiding safely inside. Or exploding that idiot Dawnbreaker.” The machine gun fire sent a bullet towards her head, but it’s path changed a few feet in front of her and buried into the ground. Pandora ducked her head back behind the wall.

”Hmm, I’m down with discussing my ignorance later,” teased Blitz with another smug grin. When the bullet changed course, he whistled lightly, ”Impressive. You’ve got a lotta potential in there. As for the hovercraft,” he shrugged his shoulders, ”Flyboy might have it under control. I think I need to keep a nice grip on this bomb in case they try any more bull shit. Maybe you can do something with your ‘absolute matter alteration’ to bring it down safely, since you seem pretty capable.”

”I’ve more potential than you do talent.” Pandora said absent-mindedly, trying to focus on the task at hand. Thirty years ago she might have just tried to needle at this man’s ego instead, but she’s gotten a little better about priorities again.

”As for what I can do...maybe. I’ve always been able to protect myself. It’s protecting others at the same time that I’ve always had to be clever about. Here.” She turned and approached Quinton.

”You see what you can do about getting in position in case Dawnbreaker needs help. I’ll take a moment to stick this bomb in the ground and then join you. Just so that this pirate scum have failed, for sure.” She gestured for Quinton to set the bomb down.

Quinton laughed again at her wit, ”Ha, you’ve got some bite. If you can really do that, I can’t see those pricks finding it, so sure.” He rested the bomb on the ground and then got to his feet, dusting himself off lightly, ”See you in a sec, stunner.” With that, he launched himself across the street onto the edge of a roof and peered towards the hovercraft and Dawnbreaker, estimating how far and fast he’d have to leap off the building to catch them. Though, maybe Dawnbreaker had everything under control.

Pandora waved him off dismissively before setting her foot on the bomb. Concentrating, she pushed it down, submerging it into the concrete. Some of the concrete was displaced around it, forced out of the hole. It took a few moments, Pandora concentrating her will power on the delicate process. Once the device was fully in the hole she created, she kicked the concrete over it and reformed it. The patch was discolored. She knew where to find it, but to an outside observer it wouldn’t be much of a hint at all. Then she turned and went to begin finding her way to the fight.
BLITZ

Mission Assignment: On Cloud Nine
Location: N-Train
Interactions: Europa (@canaryrose), Dead Man (@Duoya)
Mentions: Pandora (@Zoey Boey), Dawnbreaker (@Jumbus)

The lasers and sonic rounds buffeted Blitz, either sizzling his skin or otherwise being deflected by the sheer pump he had going in his muscles from adrenaline. Well, that last bit was a joke, but he was taking his punches as expected.

But it wasn't long until the pirates were utterly neutralized by the heroes, with a strange women sealing the train cars back together and Chainloser getting frozen in place. Feeling like he could finally relax again a bit, Quinton returned to his full height from his kneeling position, seemingly bringing his head almost to the ceiling as blood dripped off his arms. Indeed, it was already beginning to dry and become a bit itchy as the muscle-bound freak started brushing himself off, growling absent-mindedly, "Hmm, that's all huh? I was hoping for more."

Blitz then began one of his great laughs, finding Chainsawyer's frantic swinging to be absolutely hilarious, "Ha, stupid bastard, what do you think you're going to do, now, huh!?"

And then the wall of the car was half-evaporated, half-detonated as Blitz was forced to shield his eyes. He couldn't quite make out what had happened when suddenly the bomb was snatched by something, but Quinton did notice how the mad lumberjack was hit squarely by the bomb and sent to his apparent doom. This brought even more chuckles from Blitz, who mentally thought it would've been even funnier had the man's torso been ripped off the ice, leaving his frozen legs behind.

As the aircraft peeled away at increasingly high speed, the half-giant casually stepped towards the ledge, rubbing his chin idly, forgetting his hands had a solidifying layer of blood, "Well... shit... I think we're fucked, roach-boy and ice-chick. Hmm, ah, so wind-snob is going after it, I guess that makes sense." Indeed, the stereotypical flying hero was off after it, slowly getting smaller and smaller to those on the train car.

Quinton looked back at the two heroes still with him, considering them for a moment. His gaze seemed piercing as he analyzed them for a moment before declaring, "You guys probably can't keep up, so watch the place. I'll see if I can't go help." With that, Blitz fell into a stance as if he was about to start a race, and then leapt off the train car hard enough to make it rock like a boat.

He landed on a nearby warehouse rooftop just as he kicked off again, beginning to accelerate himself from roof to roof in the same direction as the aircraft. However, Quinton couldn't entirely keep up as they gained distance, and only barely managed to make out the shadow of a woman cutting the wire and dropping the bomb in the distance.

"Fuck. Got to move faster," he muttered as he landed on another rooftop and leapt even harder, shattering a steel girder that had supporting the structure. With the wind rushing past, he looked over his shoulder a bit, "Yeeaaah... that's probably coming out of my paycheck... At least I didn't see any people. I think."

And so, Blitz did his best to rush after where he guessed the bomb would land, seeking to secure it.
BLITZ

Mission Assignment: On Cloud Nine
Location: N-Train
Interactions: Dawnbreaker (@Jumbus)
Mentions: Amplify (@ShepherdOfHope), Dead Man (@Duoya), Europa (@canaryrose)

Whilst the pirates continued to pour into the train car, the little tween girl ran out after vampire boy, an action which Blitz barely took notice of. Instead, he stood perfectly still, smiling at the enemy as they entered. It was almost as if he was relishing the coming brawl.

Not along after the princess ran out, another dude ran in, one from earlier that had noped out of the situation. Seemingly not even noticing Quinton standing there, he quickly garnered the attention of a few of the pirates who had just entered. Almost simultaneously, a few of the pirates began firing at both Travis and Quinton. A sonic blast hurtled towards the man and collided with his shoulder, whilst a laser shot out from another pirate's weapon at Blitz.

The beam hit Quinton's palm and began to singe it, but the hulk's mass began to accelerate rapidly to the side as his leg muscles twisted his body left. The sinew of his left leg then pushed hard enough off the floor to dent it as Blitz drew his left fist against his ribs. The short distance between the pirate group and Quinton snapped closer as Blitz delivered a pile-driver-like left upper cut to the jaw of the pirate stupid enough to target him.

Had you had a camera fast enough to catch it, you would've witnessed Blitz's enormous fist hitting the pirate's helmet with such force that the metal, and the pirate's bones, collapsed and crumbled like a crumple zone. The residual force carried the pirate's shattered skull and neck into the ceiling, where his lifeless body hung as blood began to pour down from the hole.

By this time, the injured hero had turned into some kind of gross mutant, but Quinton could barely notice as he witnessed something more impressive: a pirate getting frozen damn near solid in the train car's hole. The number eight flashed through Quinton's mind as he mentally counted the number of men left to kill or incapacitate, but then one of the pirates hilariously began choking, seemingly from the smoke? Seven it was. But wait, Roach Man knocked the shit out of one, so perhaps six? In any case, two were knocked down with five left on their feet, four of which were soon iced to the floor.

Quinton rapidly targeted the next two pirates closest to him, one who had his feet glued to the floor, and one who did not. They both began to raise their weapons at Blitz, but he was already damn near within arm's reach when he dropped a few feet towards the floor, letting his hands become like knives flying upwards from the floor towards the pirates.

At the same time Blitz began to let out a resounding roar, he stomped another dent on the floor with his right foot, redirecting all his energy upwards into his hands. The tips of his fingers made contact with the armored bellies of the pirates, but they didn't stop.

They continued moving forward as if the pirates' bodies weren't even there, tearing through the armor as Blitz forced his hands, and then forearms, and then finally his arms, deeper into the pirates. Blitz's fist erupted with a gush of blood from the unfortunate pirate's throat who was iced to the floor, whilst the other pirate's body was held aloft on Quinton's arm as if it had been staked.

While Chainsawyer cut his way into the train car, Blitz withdrew his arms, letting the pirate corpses bounce off the floor. Quinton snorted and thought to himself, Hmm? Who's this prick? as Chainfreak revved the chainsaw and made his declaration before suddenly moving swiftly and adding Snakey's internals to the spray of gore that had begun to accumulate in the train car.

This actually surprised Blitz, who was taken aback before he noticed the madman rushing towards Ice Lady whilst Roach Man was still getting swarmed. A few of the other pirates began raising their weapons at Blitz's, but he had a more important mission: do anything possible to delay that bastard and prevent him killing another of them.

So Blitz's wound his leg back and then kicked the head of one of the pirate corpses as if were a football with enough force that pain actually emanated throughout Blitz's right shin. Yet it was force enough to shatter the vertebrae and decapitate the corpse as the armor of the helmet managed to keep the head from being utterly pulverized. The head shot damn near in a straight line at Chainsawyer's predicted path, aimed squarely at the man's chest.

By some strange twist of fate, this action correlated with the absurd Wind Man that entered stage left, such that as Wind Man's tornado made contact with Chainsawyer, Blitz's weaponized pirate head was sucked even faster towards the man's chest, the powers synergizing with one another.

Blitz exhaled deeply as he grimaced a bit from the pain in his shin, but then his attention was drawn towards Wind Man launching into a mad monologue about villains and justice and truth and burritos and who knows what else. Quinton stared deeply at Dawnbreaker with a raised eyebrow, at this absurd 'golden age' hero which was juxtaposed with Blitz's already blood-soaked body, and bellowed at Dawnbreaker, "The fuck are you even talking about?!

His attention was drawn too long though, as some of the pirates began firing the weapons they had been raising, sonic bursts and lasers flying around and into Blitz's. In response, he kneeled down and brought his fists up into a guard position, trying to simply weather the storm for a moment as he assessed the situation. Whether or not Chainfreak was still going was the most important issue in his mind, as well as protecting the material in case the pirates decided to try to get sneaky.
BLITZ

Mission Assignment: On Cloud Nine
Location: N-Train


Blitz barely had time to breath before Sophie's retirement home jab combined with Assassin's Creed Man's riposte punched the air out of Quinton's lungs with laughter. Vampy and Disney Princess spoke about something called a 'V.H..S', but Blitz could barely remember what a DVD was, let alone a VHS. It took him multiple seconds to regain his composure, wiping away a few tears, before Vampy actually went for the date request, Quinton could feel another fit of laughter coming on. However, it was cut short by the train decelerating fast as fuck, causing Blitz to crash into the wall of the storage car, denting it at least a few inches. "Oof... Looks like the party's just about to get started, boys."

The conductor's screens didn't really phase the giant, and Vampy's insistence upon immediately moving to help the other people in the storage car surprised Blitz. Surely, their charge was more important? A nuke could kill millions, there could only be at most a small handful of people on the train. Considering that, Blitz clapped his hands in response to Vampy's 'command', sarcastically jibing, "You got it, boss."

A few moments later, the thump of the vampire boy hitting the wall resonated in the car, to which Quinton muttered, "Damn. Wonder how tough he is." His attention was soon pulled to the laser rapidly cutting a doorway in the wall of the car, the metal promptly clanging to the ground.

The four armored pirates were greeted by the lumbering hulk of Blitz, who positioned himself directly between the pirates and their loot. Quinton smiled and casually curled his hands into fists whilst cocking his head to the side, growling, "I wonder if you guys recognize me, cause this is your one chance to surrender without me breaking half your bones."
BLITZ

Mission Assignment: On Cloud Nine
Location: N-Train


Quinton absent-mindedly watched as an interesting series of events unfolded. At first, a strange snake-twig wandered in clutching an SMG, saying little more than the hero names of his companions along with an agreement to BLITZ's rather basic plan. BLITZ raised an eyebrow at the beast and eyed its SMG. A cheeky grin grew on his face as Quinton decided, I'll call him... Snakey. Wonder if that'll get a rise out of him.

Yet before Quinton could test Snakey's boundaries, what could best be described as a 'Disney Princess' dropped from the ceiling, setting off Vampy's alarm system whilst somehow simultaneously occurring with some dude entered, coughed his lungs halfway out, and then promptly left. Instead of jumping to his feet,BLITZ instead chose to begin taking a slow, long, enormous drag on his vape, considering the situation, So we got a Disney Princess who thinks she's a bad ass too, eh? Interesting. I get the feeling she abuses those looks...

Vampy apparently had a stutter, a fact BLITZ found semi-interesting, Wonder what else he's hiding? Even more interesting was the fact that blondie decided to sit next to Vampy, literally close enough that they were almost touching. Quinton's eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly as his grin turned upwards more. Vampy's sly little flirtatious joke pushed the grin to new heights, and then his nerd-vomitting all over Disney Princess finally forced BLITZ to exhale an enormous plume of strawberry-scented fumes that filled the car.

A deep laugh began to rumble in BLITZ's chest as he slapped his stomach and bellowed, "Ha ha! I didn't know I was going to be third wheel on this date! I would've come better dressed!" Quinton motioned through the smoke towards the serpentine-feeling man, "Maybe more like Snakey over here."

Finally, his laughter died as Quinton drew a deep breath, pulling a substantial portion of the smoke in the room into his lungs before slowly exhaling it again. Slapping his knee this time, he sighed pleasantly with nearly closed eyes, "Ah, that was good..."
BLITZ

Mission Assignment: On Cloud Nine
Location: N-Train


Clack, clack, clack, clack.

“Man, this is really some primo shit,” muttered the hulking giant of a man named Quinton, covered in a barely-fitting black muscle shirt and green athletic shorts inside one of the train’s bathrooms as he divided some lines of coke on the sink, rapidly inhaling them into his nostrils. His eyes were already shot to hell, and he figured it didn’t matter since there shouldn’t be any prick journalists in the area. Journalists were the spawn of the Devil, if such a thing existed.

With one long line snorted, BLITZ threw his head backwards, accidentally denting the bathroom wall as he roared, “Yeah, baby, I’m fucking ready!” A few harrowing seconds later with the small bathroom constraining his movements, and Quinton was back in one of the passenger cars as he wiped his nose. He half-listened, half-ignored the Assistant Director’s words, but did focus upon the fissile material they were transporting. Retaining that was definitely mission critical, to the point BLITZ would likely sacrifice a Hero in order to protect it.

This knowledge in mind, Quinton carefully made his way through the tight doors down to their precious cargo, bursting into car after sliding his credentials, bellowing to Dhampir, “Sup! Uh… Who are you again? You look like you’re aiming for moody bad boy, shit, you even read books in this day n’ age.”

BLITZ strolled inside and took a seat against the wall, off-handedly mentioning, “Probably best I sit back in here since I’m a hands-on kinda guy, and we’re on a train that hauling so much ass it might even be faster than me. Besides, our buddies will get a pleasant, fisty surprise if they wander in.” The man whipped out an enormous vape and began taking hits off it, blowing off strawberry-smelling smoke.
@Hitman Here is my submission for a Hulk-like American footballer. I aimed to make him powerful, but only in a purely physical sense.

Siyu Wuzhou


Siyu was already beginning to try to push off the floor before being taken aback starkly as this young woman bore down upon him, making him drop once more to the floor in surprise. A flurry of movement and words, an admonition for moving that left Siyu with just enough courage to mutter, "I-I'm..." before she asked him if anything in particular hurt. He had forgotten about the pain in the wake of her energy, but the question brought it flooding back. Intense embarrassment for being in such a situation, so vulnerable to another, rapidly entered his heart as Siyu's eyes fluttered and he looked away, "Y-you can heal? I think..." He closed his eyes and tried to narrow down the pain, "I think they fucked up my back..."

But there was little time before the younger man returned with water and the woman requested his name. "Siyu," was all he could say to the woman, his eyes never making connection with either of the two before yet another visitor burst into the shop. The new person's energy screamed 'prick', strolling inside towards Kyouna and Siyu. Siyu listened carefully as he tried to examine the man, distinctly aware of how vulnerable Siyu was, and distinctly aware of a glare that Siyu assumed was because he was a Sandbender, Yep... fuckin' prick alright... Yet there was little he could do in this situation as the pain and embarrassment increased further. Hearing the man demand the young boy come with him forced Siyu to bite his lip, feeling he'd only worsen the situation.
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