Altered Tundra

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

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_{@Mr Allen J@FernStone}

Strongriver Plaza, Hedgemount_

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Despite the man constantly dodging, the beast could not stop. It had surprising speed, despite it's body being mostly comprised of hardened tumors. It came to a stop as it's foot slammed on the ground. It swung it's club-like arm yet again, and sent some tables flying all around as it continued it's berserk charge. The man covered in tumors suddenly felt... less enraged. The rage that driven it from the Happiness drug. It slowed down for a moment... before picking up the pace again. Letting out a berserk yell, as it quickly closed the distance between the two by leaping through the air with it's club raised over it's head.

Lihn's concentration broke at the yell the beast gave out, realizing that she was going to put in a lot more effort. Pushing away any worry she felt because it was still attacking, because that would just make things more difficult for her, she concentrated on the anger it felt again and continued to suppress. At the same time she tried to force a calm feeling on it, to replace the anger that she was suppressing. It was hard on her, and she could feel her head beginning to pound, but damn she would push her power to their limits if she had to to bring this thing to a stop.

Jackson looked at the beast and wondered what the hell was going on. That girl came out of nowhere and suddenly was telling him what to do. Probably for good measure though, seeing as how something she was doing was casing the beast to seem less maddening..or at least that's what Jackson gathered. For all he knew, Tumor Man probably enjoyed getting wet. Unlike him, Jackson didn't because he couldn't use his powers while under the influence of wetness. So, he would have to rely on his quick movements and capoeira prowess. Doubtless that would be enough, but Jackson was always a betting man.

"So, are you good now Tumor Man?" Jackson asked the beast. He was hopeful that whatever the girl did was enough. If not, then they were fucked.

The rage was fading... even though it should be getting even greater. It came to a slower halt, and instead of going straight for Jackson. He paused for a moment, and looked around. Almost as if it was contemplating... then it's eyes rested on a small woman who had stayed behind. The rest of the stirring anger that driven the beast mad directed itself at Lihn. A colossal boom filled the air, as the monster slammed it's hand on the tile floor, before rushing after Lihn.

Briefly, Jackson was frozen by the loud screech from Tumor Man. By when he was able to collect himself, he saw the running growth was making his way for that woman, and seeing as how she didn't seem like the fighting type, Jackson had to save her. So, running after the beast, Jackson would use the own beast's firm growth's as a bit of a sturdy trampoline, and as he had flipped forward into the air, he stomped on the beast's head with both of his feet in an attempt to stop him in his tracks. Though, in hindsight, Jackson realized it wasn't such a great idea because this put him in an awkward position as he was now on top of the beast exposed to any retaliation it might have in store for the male.

The double-stomp was probably not the best action to even distract it. It's body was tough, and rigid, and Jackson might had hurt his feet. More than he hurt the creature, who merely pushed his head down, and cause it to yelp. It was distracted from Lihn, but it's anger was now back on Jackson.

The anger directed at Lihn warned her that the creature was coming for her before it hit the ground and charged. She knew there was no way she could get away. Instead she pushed harder at the anger, at reducing it and increasing any calm feelings it may feel. There wasn't anything else she could do. Through her slightly blurred vision she registered that the man it had been attacking had jumped up onto it to try and stop it. She didn't dwell on the feeling of relief as she forced her will against the creature's further to reduce its anger as much as she could. If she could just get it to stop before it hit the man that could come to her defense... then she could give in to the pounding pain at the back of her head.

The beast's rage was subdued yet again... however, not enough to stop it from counter attacking Jackson. It violently thrashed it's upper body from left to right, twisting it's body, get him to slip, and when it saw his leg... it lunged straight for it.

"Shit," Jackson said, struggling to keep himself on the back of the beast's head due to it wildly swinging its upper-body side-to-side.

As soon as Jackson realized that the constant switch from left-side thrashing to right-side thrashing had made his leg slip into the view of the beast, he couldn't stop it from trying to go after his left leg. Knowing that evading it entirely was out of the question - especially from how the beast was a lot larger than him - Jackson would have to sacrifice some skin tissue in an effort to keep his leg. So, as the beast would dig its teeth into Jackson's shin, Jackson would push off as hard as he can with his free leg against the beast's torso, allowing him some leg room, but because the beast had its teeth already latched onto his shin, there was an unforgiving sense of pain as the teeth practically peeled off the top layer of his skin from the bottom of the knee to about mid-shin. But, what mattered most was that Jackson retained his leg and was able to roll away to gain about a meter and a half distance between he and the beast.

It paused for a moment, as Lihn's effects calmed it yet again. It stared at Jackson... as blood spurted off it's body in all directions. It fell down to it's knee, as it let out a loud, near-glass breaking, groan. Not of anger, but of pain.

Lihn continued to reduce the creature's anger, but not as strongly as she had been before. However the loud groan broke her concentration and caused her to stop. The pounding in her head meant that she was unlikely to be able to properly reduce its anger as much as she had been before. Though... It didn't seem like it was going to be charging anywhere anytime soon.

"I think it's calmed down?" Lihn voiced her doubts about that, voice coming out strained and tired. "Not that I caused that." She wasn't entirely sure what was going on there - it was difficult for her to fully think it through after having to used her powers more than she had in a long time.

Well that's reassuring.

Jackson briefly drifted his eyes to his shin. Though he was thankful to keep his leg, he had a nasty cut going down the entire front length of it. If what he saw in front of him was the beast seemingly calming down, then perhaps things weren't as grim as he thought they were. Even still, until Tumor Man was no longer that, Jackson had reservations about whether or not they were out of the woods. And even worse, Jackson could barely stand on his left leg. So, his flashy capoeira was out of the question. Hell, any form of movement that involved his legs would be out of the question. God, how did things get so fucked?

The beast heard the people talking, and turned it's attention towards them. It let out a loud cry, as it leaped up in the air, lunging towards them.

"Get down!" A voice said, the two ducked down, and the moment the pair ducked, a stream of chemicals came out from behind them. If they looked behind, they would see a team of armed RAVENS. The mutant roared loudly, as the RAVENS hosed it down from all directions, until it was completely contained.

Jackson let out a low whistle. "Guess the pros have it now." Jackson said, watching the impressive display of the RAVEN agents doing what they did best: taking care of business.

"... Are you two okay?" A RAVEN with shaggy black hair asked, he was of average height, and muscular. He seemed to have hints of Asian descent in him, but was overall caucasian. He grabbed his badge, and nodded. "Agent Blackmore here, we came fast as we could."

"A lot better than him, that's for sure." Jackson had gestured towards the contained Tumor Man, while Lihn just . "You guys sure took your sweet-ass time, though." Always one to criticize your saviors, aren't you Jackson?

"Sorry sir," Agent Blackmore said with a hint of mocking contempt, "But, RAVEN is a little stretched right now."

He crossed his arms, and looked at the two. "Would you two mind coming back to headquarters for questioning?"

"I'll come back," Lihn paused, running a hand through her dark hair. "But I'll need to take something for a migraine if you need me to be able to talk." It hasn't happened yet, the pounding in her head was just a bad headache, but she knew it would come on soon enough. She was surprised she could speak so coherently, anyway.

Jackson just looked at the RAVEN agent. "Yeah sure thing, fam, but I might need to make a detour at the hospital first." Jackson gestured to his shin. Though not bleeding profusely, if he didn't at least get it bandaged up, there would be some serious problems for him down the road. Such as blood loss.

"Our DOVE doctors will get that patched up no problem," Agent Blackmore said, as he walked over to Jackson, and hoisted him over his shoulder. "Let's get you two back to headquarters so we can sort this out."

Dance With The Angels - A GFX Shop by Altered Tundra

ATTENTION TO EVERYONE THAT HAVE REQUESTS WAITING

Due to a lack of inspiration at the moment, I am going on a hiatus from GFX request for an undetermined time. My apologies if this might disappoint some of you, but I simply don't have it in me at the current to deliver on those who have requested me with the amount of quality that they deserve.

Until then, I'll be seeing you.

~Tundra

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

Stand Amid the Roar — Silverstein — This is How the Wind Shifts (Deluxe Edition)
Someday the Fire — Funeral For a Friend — Memory and Humanity
The Temptress — Alesana — A Place Where the Sun is Silent (Deluxe Edition)
Stolen Omen — Black Veil Brides — Black Veil Brides/IV
Forgive and Forget — A Day to Remember — Bad Vibrations (Deluxe Edition)
Blood - Hidden Track — My Chemical Romance — The Black Parade
You, Me, And Steve — Garfunkel And Oates — All Over Your Face
From Here to Mars — Coheed and Cambria — The Color Beyond the Sun
Nothing Else Matters — Metallica — The Black Album/Metallica
Coming Back DOwn — Hollywood Undead — American Tragedy (Deluxe Edition)

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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The G3TTTENING

Is Everything Okay?

@Miki P Oten10

We are having difficulty begetting the unbegotten kid.

Crooked Young - An Altered Lies Production

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The latter half of the day seemed to go by faster than the former half did. Maybe that was because there were only three classes left on the day or something else entirely, but before anyone would know it, the final bell would sound, and just like that, every student was scrambling to get to the parking lot, get into whatever mode of transportation was made available to them, and get the hell out of dodge.

And Florence, unlike the masses, waited her turn. Her last class was English with Mr. Tomers and there was a look he gave her as she simply stayed seated when her fellow classmates had jumped at the chance to get out, almost tumbling over each other. Florence knew he found it strange, which explained why she reciprocated his look with a smile and a small nod of acknowledgement.

Florence had waited for exactly five minutes. It was noted by a low-sounding alarm went off on her phone. In the moment she had put it on snooze, she got up, gathered her things, and proceeded to walk out the door. She did stop briefly to wave to Mr. Tomers whose desk was in line with the only door to his classroom. She would even wait for him to wave back. An elegant smile was received to Mr. Tomers.

Florence would walk slow. She was in no rush to leave and what was the hurry? She knew her only ride would be waiting for her, so there was no doubt in her mind that he would be there, waiting for him. Regardless of how impatient Alexandros could be, Florence knew he was a gentleman. Despite claims made by various parties at this school, she knew he had the mannerisms of one who was taught how to treat a lady. Granted, he does forget it from time to time, so people have to reassure him. Of course, if he was in the right company, he wouldn’t have to forget it. That side of him would come naturally.

And that made Florence almost want to grit her teeth, because she knew the kind of person that he would become should he get a chance with Audrey Huntsberg again. The dancer with a temper to match her ancestral background. A proud latina with enough fire to outclass a habanero pepper and enough pride to rival Zeus. Someone with the looks to get anyone she wanted and when she did get the ultimate prize and somehow blew it, she still was the focus of all his thoughts. REgardless what Florence would say and more importantly, thought, he remained focused on her. He wanted to get revenge on her by making Omar pay.

Some days, Florence didn’t see why she always bailed him out, knowing full well who he would become with her at his side, but Florence also had her own reasons.

Amid getting lost in her own thoughts, Florence was at the parking lot. As she scanned the area, to her surprise, it was not Alexandros waiting for her, but a very familiar face. It was someone she hadn’t seen in a few months.

Florence walked over to the person, who was waiting for her by a black Lincoln town car. “Miss Florence, how good to see you again.” He said, opening the door for Florence.

“Bonjour Gustave!” Florence hugged Gustave briefly, “glad to see you’re back to working for my father. How’s Gisèlle?”

“She’s fine Miss Florence. Just got a house in Pasadena.”

“That’s wonderful.” Florence was delighted to hear that.

As she got into the car and Gustave started to drive off, she found herself intrigued why her father would send him to pick her up. Surely he knew about her arrangement and her temporary placement at the Mossos Estate. With his term coming to an end in just one month, Florence had no doubt in her mind that her father would be really busy and caught up in putting together his campaign for a reelection.

For the duration of the drive to her father’s estate, Florence dabbled on her phone, messaging some people from back in Greece, as well as friends she had in France and some she made right here in LA. In that time, she and Gustave exchanged a few words here and there, but for the most part she was quiet and focused on doing her own thing.

When the car stopped and Gustave had opened the door for her. After thanking him, she walked up to her father’s estate. She couldn’t help but notice a car in the driveway that she recognize the make and model of, but it wasn’t a car that was usually parked in her father’s driveway. Getting curiouser and curiouser, she went inside.

“Miss Florence, your father has requested you in his study.” Said one of the five maids on the staff.

Florence nodded and made her way down the hall, and headed a right after passing through the kitchen. From there, she went up the stairs, and heeded a left. This would lead her right into her father’s study. As a lady, she knocked first.

“It’s open.” Said her father.

As Florence walked inside, the first thing she noticed was that her father wasn’t alone. There were two men sitting on the couch. One, a man more close to her father’s age, and another, this one more close to how old Florence was.

Not even waiting for her father’s invitation, Florence took it upon herself to fix herself a drink. Her father didn’t care much if she drank alcohol, since he knew she was reasonable, so she helped herself to a small glass of brandy. Then, as she took a seat opposite of her father’s guests, she took a sip of her drink, then leaned back, crossing her legs. She looked at her father, and said, “I gather you wanted to speak to me about something urgent, father, or else why would you send Gustave for me when you know that I had an arrangement with Alexandros.” She took another sip, and looked at her father with her no nonsense eyes, “so why don’t you enlighten me?”

“I’ve forgotten how you hated to beat around the bush. Reminds me so much of your mother.” Florence chuckled lightly at that comment, “[color=forestgreen]yes, well as you know, my term as Major is coming to an end at the end of this month. I’m going to be running for my third consecutive term, and I wanted you to be the first one to hear this,” her father said, clearing his throat, “there’s currently an investigation into me for corruption. Completely baseless, of course, but nevertheless, I wanted to be the one to tell you before it reaches the 4 O'clock news.”

Florence didn’t seem bothered by the news. It was no secret to her that her father liked to tread the line of what was morally acceptable and what might be considered illegal. Her family’s ties to the Mossos family, despite it being mostly legitimate relations, has attracted suspicion about how the Major has Mob Ties. What they don’t know is that they were right in suspecting, but just to save face, he had denied any of that being the truth.

“So, are you suspecting a leak?”

“Well..”

“If I may, Francis,” the older male said.

“The floor is yours, Simon.”

“Cheers!” Simon said. He had a British accent. “The leak isn’t the biggest problem here. For your father, it’s about public perception, and how this scandal could hurt your father’s reelection.”

“I see..” Florence quietly sipped her drink. “And you are..?”

“My apologies. As an English gentleman, I am ashamed I didn’t offer up my name first.” Simon stood up, and gestured the younger man to as well. “My name is Simon Thomas Cross. And this here is my son, Wesley Alexander Cross.”

“I have heard stories of your beauty, but if I may as be so direct, none of them do you justice.” Wesley said, taking Florence’s hand, and giving it but a simple, short kiss.

“You sure know how to make a lady feel special, Wesley.”

“It was how I was raised, my lady.”

“He is right, Florence,” Simon confirmed, “above all else, how to properly address a lady, was the first thing I tried to engrave into my sons. Where I come from, there’s only one thing to remember: manners maketh man.”

“Haven’t I heard that from somewhere?”

“Ah yes, well I’m afraid it’s a very common saying, so certain movie producers adapted it into their own creations.” Simon seemed almost saddened by it.

Florence offered no thought on the matter, so she simply turned to her father. “So how bad is it?”

Francis didn’t respond immediately. “Well, while it’s still very premature, my lawyers say that I could be facing a trial. And this close to the end of my term, it could hurt my chances for reelection.”

“What can you do?”

“Get in front of it before our name is dragged through the mud.”

“Okay then. What’s the first step?”

“]Press conference most likely, but Florence..”

She looked at her father. “What is it?”

“We have to be a united family and appear to have no involvement - or anyone - illegal.”

“What exactly are you saying?”

“Your arrangement with Alexandros - yes, I know you are only here in Los Angeles to help him with his current crisis - is over as of right now.”

And there it was. The real reason why he wanted to tell her all of this before the it hit the fan. It wasn’t because he wanted to spare her the embarrassment - he should know that what some lowly news anchor said about her father wouldn’t bring disappointment to her - but rather he wanted to be the one to tell her that whatever arrangement that she had with Alexandros was over.

And he knew that she knew that this would get under her skin. Through all the annoyance that was brought on from ALexandros, she cared for him a great deal, and considered him as one of her closest associates. The fact that Francis couldn’t keep an iron fist rule on his employees wasn’t her fault, so why punish her simply because he wanted to save his own skin?

Florence wasn’t happy about this and she nearly showed it, but then something came to her. As soon as it did, she smiled. “Very well, father. If this is what you wish, then it will happen. I will no longer associate myself with Alexandros or his family.”

After that, Florence simply sat in silence, drinking the rest of her brandy. Mind was racing and it brought her joy. Only time would tell what that would mean for everyone else.

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Alexandros didn’t usually get anxiety. People who knew him would be able to tell you that he always kept it together, but there was that rare moment that he couldn’t help it. Today was one of those days where he grew increasingly anxious. Throughout the entirety of the day following the lunch period, his mind was on only thing - well, two if you count Omar as well as Audrey. The entire time he was in his history class and then his math class, Alexandros was going over the plan and what had to be done. At the same time, he was having doubts. Not that he was one to have doubts about such matters, but recently, Alexandros was losing focus on what used to matter to him. Now, however, seems like the only thing he can focus on is the plan he and Florence set in motion.

And that’s exactly why, instead of waiting outside for Florence to give her a ride to either her house or back to his place, Alexandros in a very subtle way was watching Audrey and her dance team practice. Florence might call it pathetic. And maybe she was right about that, but Alexandros was obsessed(as some would call it). And when a Mossos became obsessed, it was dangerous. Everyone who knew Alex would say that he was a dangerous man when he became obsessed. Someone who would drop everything and focus only on her -that’s who he was. When you add an injured pride, it made for a very toxic, possibly-life-threatening for whomever the object of his obsession might’ve shacked up with. In this case, that was Omar. But right now, Alexandros was enjoying the show.

As he watched, through all the anger and insult to his pride, Alexandros had nearly - but not actually - forgotten what it was like when he first saw her dance during that pep rally at the beginning of the year. The way her hips swayed from one motion to the other, and making it seem as though it came as natural to her as breathing did. Demanding the crowd’s attention and stringing them along as if they were puppets, pulling the strings as she saw fit. Alexnadros became immersed into her electrifying hip thrusts and each twist and turn that had her moving like a professional. In his mind, Alexandros was remembering how it felt on that day, seeing her dance for the first time, and knowing that he had to have her. And not a day later or maybe down the road. It reminded him of how he had to have her in that very moment and how he nearly did have her in the locker room, but she stopped herself.

And then, as he brought his eyes in focus to Audrey, just as she popped her chest forward, eyes of one of her dancers met his. It was that blonde bombshell Kat. He didn’t like the way she smirked at his direction. He especially didn’t like how she leaned towards Audrey, even more so e how Audrey seemed to react. He thought he was out of the woods, but when the lot of them were talking, he knew it was time for him to get going. So he would get out of his seat, and causally walk out of the auditorium. There was no use trying to hide that he wasn’t there. Even before let the door close behind him, Alexandros looked back just briefly. It was only a moment, but in that moment he swore Audrey had looked at him. Maybe he read too much into it, but in that moment, Alexandros swore something stirred.

Well, at least something was stirring for him; almost to the point of second-guessing himself. “Perhaps--” Just as Alexandros was about to finish that, he was receiving a call. “Yeah?”

“Alex, where are you?!” It was his mother. She sounded frantic.

“At school. I was about to leave. Why, what’s up?”

“Is Ava with you?”

“No. Last I heard she hitched a ride with that Jackson Drake guy. He’s an obnoxious idiot, but he’s good for her.”

“Are you sure? I just tried her cell, and she’s not picking up. I’m worried.”

“Mom, I think you’re worrying for no reason, but if it’ll ease your soul, I’ll swing by the Drake residence before I come home.”

“Please if you don’t mind.”

Alex sighed, “sure. I might be a little late then. They live ways away. Kind of surprised they have him go to Bev High, but whatever.” Alexandros hung up not long after that.

Hitting the road within ten minutes, Alexandros was starting to wonder if maybe this was more than it seemed. Truthfully, Alexandros didn’t like Jackson all that much. He was a bit unrefined and seemed to be a pain some of the times that he had seen when he was with Ava either during their lunch periods or when he would come over for studying sessions with Ava, but she seemed to be happy, and at the end of the day, that’s what he cared about most. God forbid Jackson Torvald Drake hurt his baby sister. If he did, Alexandros would seek the full wrath of the Sunset Saints on his skater boi ass.

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@Grimhildr

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