Arty Fox

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All those nearby would hear a very loud scream of frantic terror. The owner of the scream, with a very powerful set of lungs, was Kole whose body had momentarily consisted of flailing limbs almost a metre off the ground at the sudden appearance of GM.

Breathing deeply Kole fingers flexed repeatedly up near his chest, almost practicing for the unlikely day when they would wrap themselves around GM’s neck, where he had raised his hands in defence against the sudden visitor. As the GM continued his rude ranting Koles mind began switching his sudden fear into sudden anger and embarrassment at being scared so easily.

“Well maybe you should keep better tabs on your pets and maybe then they won’t find their way under busses!” Kole hissed back, hoping his hear hadn’t stopped from shock. “If you like I can drop a house or a train or something instead.” He continued to spit back at the GM, despite what the more sensible part of his mind shouted. His body betrayed him though as he continued to shake like a leaf.

“Why don’t you explain yourself!?” Kole continued in his fearful state, logic completely out the window with the kitchen sink. “dressed like” Here he waved his right hand at GM. “Like that?”

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Muse is the only way to travel.

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BlackSam3091 said
Sounds like black magic to me. I say we should try Arty Fox as a witch! Form an angry mob, fetch the pitch forks, bring me my Puritan buckle hat!

Please don't do the thing.

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After Pariah’s order Break Neck snapped her goggles into place and followed him and Ocean Warrior out the window to the ground below. Unlike Pariah, who had leapt back up after his roll, Break Neck continued to roll so that by the time she had reached the restaurants had picked up enough speed to shatter its icy bonds and blow the doors in.
Having broken into the shop via shattering the frosted door Break Neck had hurriedly plucked herself back up from the distant corner she had landed in, upside down no less, ready to brawl. She needn’t have done so though as during the few seconds of stunned silence everyone inside the restaurant had experience Ocean Warrior came flying and quickly dispatched the villains. But there were still a few more nearby and she could hear some more gun shots from somewhere upstairs.

Her eyes hurriedly roved over the scene before her taking in the multiple battles going on across the multiple tables and wreckage of chairs in the large room. She’d leave the battles to the others and focus on trying to find the hostages. No, she had to follow Pariah’s orders and help pick off some of the villains which would make it safer and easier for escorting the hostages out, as long as no one else got trigger happy. But first things first; stop that person from killing a hostage!

With her resolve hardened Break Neck tore ahead towards one of the men holding a near panicking woman in his tightening grasp. Then what appeared to be a very large hole appeared on the wall behind him whit many armed and flailing people flying as gracefully as chopped fruit towards them both. It’s raining men, Break Necks mind so joyfully sang.

“Oh shi-” Break Neck had begun, not as joyfully, before one of the flailing Hench people crashed into her abdomen.

The next thing she knew Break Neck was lying on the floor with a grinning henchperson standing over her bring a mean looking gun into view. Break Neck flung he leg upward to between the persons legs, a place that always hurt whenever hit no matter what your sex, before following up with a firm punch to the abdomen as the person bent over in pain. With that taken care of Break Neck leapt back up, leaving the Henchperson to groan weakly upon the floor in pain, she noticed that a few other Hench people had also begun to stand up with their own various weapons and powers. Break Neck decided that she was going to get her brawl after all.

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What is this? I am pushing buttons in front of a screen and letters forming themselves into words are appearing on said screen. What is happening?

Welcome Back to the Guild

I'll get my post up later tonight.
How is everybody today?

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"Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself."

What if everyone he knew kept making jokes.
"You'd loose you head if it wasn't screwed on right."
"Calm down and stop running around like a headless chicken."
"Hey dude, can you gimme a hand with this?"

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The comment Finnix passed about her name had brought a small smile to Chris’ face. “Still, it’s an improvement on Rolling Girl. Not that the Journalists will ever listen.” Chris grumbled under her breath.

“If you’re looking for a story to pass the time I have one.” Chris offered in a hushed tone.

She moved away from where Pariah was analysing the live footage in an effort to lure some of the new recruits, one of two of which had started to look a little bit uneasy on their feet, away from him so he could concentrate a bit better. After casting a puzzled and wary glance at the now floating MC after his explanation of tentacles, no thank you my dear sir, she found a spot which seemed to be a good place for keeping everyone in order.

The reason though that Chris kept her voice hushed was so she could hear the order that would surely come, and from the looks of it possibly very soon, for her to dash in there and possibly break some necks! Not that she really would really, but she would punch them quite hard. But when a few of them followed after her, and rested their staring eyes upon her, Chris suddenly found her mouth very dry and heart thumping even harder away. After a few false starts, and a couple of deep breaths Chris finally found her voice and began her story.

“You guys probably found your powers in some way like an accident or just messing about right?” She asked, still in a slightly hushed tone. “Well I heard of this guy who can disassemble himself, kind of like pulling the arms off an action figure but he can also take off his fingers and nose, but you’ll never guessed how he found out this power.”
She waited for a moment for the recruits to look at each other in confusion and try to work out how this strange person found their power.

“They sneezed.” Chris grinned painfully waiting for it to sink in. “Body parts everywhere, I still not sure if he ever managed to find his pinkie finger.”

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I think there should be a person whose power is simply just being able to disassemble themselves without pain or that messy blood stuff. They discovered this power when they sneezed and suddenly their foot was under the coffee table, palm on the lampshade, left eye in the cup of tea and various other bits of them in different places. They still haven't been able to find their pinkie finger.

The League - First Blood (Persistent World Superhero Sci Fi and Fantasy, Always Open)

I think there should be a person whose power is simply just being able to disassemble themselves without pain or that messy blood stuff. They discovered this power when they sneezed and suddenly their foot was under the coffee table, palm on the lampshade, left eye in the cup of tea and various other bits of them in different places. They still haven't been able to find their pinkie finger.