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    1. riurik 10 yrs ago

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I'm interested, and working on a new character. He has absorption powers, a la Amazing Man (or Kevin Levin).
I'm still around. Let's blow some stuff up!

“It seemed rather pointless to shoot half of the prisoners, but keep the other half.” He mentioned in an off-hand nature to Plastique when they had gotten back to the base. He shrugged, and changed the subject. “Our secret base is impressive, and this is coming from one familiar with secret bases,” he laughed, marveling at the security as well as the amenities. “Most of the time, i got to spend missions in a hole I wouldn’t even want to shit in. This is like a palace!”

"Yo, we got any eats boss?" Anatoli heard Ambush Bug asking Plastique.

“The real question is, where's the beer?” Anatoli asked no one in particular.

“Hey lady,” Anatoli called out to Blackfire, following the alien on her journeyed to find a fridge. “You got any more? I'm looking to get, er, pissed, now that we're on break.” While Blackfire wasn't his first choice in drinking partners, she did seem to be the most likely to have drinks.

“I'm really wanting a beer. Hopefully you didn't drink them all during our mission.” This part might have been a little passive aggressive.

“You didn't do bad out there, but drinking during the job… That's a bit sloppy.” A sly grin came across his face. “We're not on mission now, though. Is your alien biology any competition to my enhanced humanity?” He barked out a laugh. “I know that I won't be hungover…” He let the challenge linger in the air.
Yes, but his usual drink is beer. About the only thing I had written was Beast looking for beer, lol
I'm still around, just having a bit of writers block.
As Tiger’s axe swung down on Beast, but was stopped by his bayonet that extended from his gun hand. At such a close range, the Russian couldn’t get off a clean shot. The two exchanged blows, getting off only minor knicks. What Beast lacked in swordsmanship, he made up in raw strength, keeping Tiger at bay, or so he thought. While his brother kept the Beast occupied, Monkey crept up for a killing blow.

“I heard you were a word class fighter… But I see that your reputation was ill-gotten,” the Beast taunted his opponent. Tiger simply grinned, but his eyes betrayed him, flicking slightly behind his opponent to his approaching brother. Beast saw the tell, shifting to grab Monkey's pole axe with his normal hand, while he tried to ward off the renewed attacks of Tiger. With a twist, he broke the blade off of Monkey’s weapon, splintering the pole. In the same motion, Beast slashed at Tiger with his new weapon, forcing him to back up, which finally giving Beast enough room to make off a clean shot. Bullets went unanswered into the martial artist.

“You shoulda been the Twelve Brothers in Kevlar,” the Beast roared at his dead opponent, laughing manically.

Monkey used the opportunity to close back in to Beast, stabbing the brute with a small dagger. The Beast reached back, grabbing his attacker’s hand, and in one smooth motion, hefted the attacker high in the air. He landed in a heap across the battlefield, unmoving.

“Anybody else?!”
I'm working on a post. I just have to get through the holiday. Post it today or tomorrow.
A ninja rushed the Beast, swinging a katana wildly. The Russian caught the blade with his cybernetic hand, much to the surprise of the ninja. With a twist, the Beast snapped the sword as if it was made of foil, and with another grab and twist, snapped the ninja’s neck. He hefted the limp form, throwing it to intercept another rush of ninjas. The body suddenly exploded, the hidden grenade taking out the cluster of warriors.

“Everyone loves a surprise,” the Beast said as he dropped the grenade's pin.

A sharp pain stung on his back as a dagger sunk into his skin. The Beast roared, not in pain, but in excitement. He laughed as he kicked backwards, crushing his assailant’s head. His cybernetic hand folded back on itself as he switch to gun mode, and began spraying death onto the ninja hoard. A hoard that was steadily growing as more and more ninjas emerged.

The Beast checked his teammates as the ninjas shrunk back from him, taking other targets. Deadshot and Plastique were making short work of the ninjas, while the self-proclaimed rook, Mr. Freeze, seemed fairly competent, with a dash of luck.

The alien was wild, sloppy, and probably drunk, but didn't seem in danger of dying, at least at the moment. The bee girl however, was not so lucky; she didn't seem to have any way to defend herself. Redirecting his gun hand, the Beast provided some covering fire to the Bug Eyed Bandit.

“Get down!” he yelled, jumping across the battlefield to defend his teammate. "Whatever you're doing, make it quick."
“With all respect…” Anatoli sized up the man who had spoken. Despite the rather mild temperature in the room, he was dressed as if going into the Siberian tundra. Anatoli took an instant disliking to the man.

“If you are not ready, perhaps you should not have been chosen for such a mission…” The Russian said quietly.

He surveyed his teammates, taking in the costumes and strange equipment. They were all odd operators. He was used to combat boots, not green tights. Still, this was probably one of the most important missions Anatoli had been on in his long life. Part of him was excited to be back in the role of earth shaker, while the other part was nervous about his teammates’ performance. There's at least a few people I can depend on, he thought, glancing at Deadshot.

On the plane, Anatoli checked his cybernetic arm, testing servos and flexing the motors, ten followed that with a similar routine on his biological arm, finishing it off by cracking his knuckles. It was good to get back into the business, after his time in jail. American prisons were just too boring.

Now that he had checked over his person, Anatoli started checking his equipment. They had given him a big bag of boom. A smile played across the Beast’s face as he thought of the destruction he would wrought. Hopefully Plastique won't steal my thunder…

Securing his precious cargo, the mercenary jumped from the plane, opened his chute, landing gracefully on the sand. Anatoli pulled on his mask. The Beast came alive.
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