Blizz

The Gifted (Reborn)

I’m about halfway done with mine.

I’m cooking with this guy

Young Justice

Location Gotham Harbor
Interactions The Team

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This was a far cry from a bank raid. Sitting in the dark for hours when Cora’s eyes glowed in the dark, around old electrical lights and harbor rigging when she set that stuff off by being around it. This was the kind of mission that Stormcaller’s powers were downright antithetical to. It was for this reason she had her helmet fitted with a tinted visor like the kind people wear for riding motorcycles. Not to prevent herself from getting flashbanged- she couldn’t be- but to make sure no one saw Cora coming. Of course, there was nothing she could do about the fact that some electronics around her were just allergic to Stormcaller’s presence. Nothing except hope for the best.

Core sat on top of a shipping container, watching the armed thugs bicker with each other from a distance. Nymph seemed a little quiet, but that was fine. She didn’t know a lot about the girl, but Daphne Al gave her the impression she felt overwhelmed, which was weird given she was here long before Cora, but oh well. She had to wonder what the odds were that these guys were possibly dealing weapons. Weapons that fired bolts of energy such as the ones she looted during the bank robbery. It was a slim chance, but surely the bad guys had crime rings they kept up with, right? A Crimebook, a Felonsapp, or something? Things like that were bound to get around.

If this was a connection, it would help her side investigation with Rain. He’d eat that stuff up. It could-

”Ohhhhh shit.”

There were bullets flying suddenly- Ballidtic bullets, not high powered lasers. Not immediately ruling out the weapons, but definitely not helping their case if they were selling speciality fuck-off broomsticks. Stormcaller swung her upper body behind the shipping container, back to where she and Nynph had posted up. They were pretty far away, so there was little chance that they could be bit. Nynph could probably take several bullets with that weird royal form of hers, but Cora was unfortunately unable to turn into a bolt of lightning.

If she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t sure what the procedure for this was. If the bad guys were shooting at her then she’d swing a thunderclap, and lift over their heads. But they were shooting each other and Batman ordered them not to get involved. Would they kill each other? Or would they scurry off with injuries less than fatal?

The decision was made, however, when Rain reported a civilian in the crossfire. At least, she hoped it was civilian, since they wouldn’t be armed with so many guns. Talos went in for the attack, and Rain and Iceburn went in for the injured… Cora thought for a second and came up with an idea.

”I’m going in, joining Talos.” When she relayed this, Stormcaller turned to Nynph. ”Our powers can stun the thugs easiest. Let’s go.” Stormcaller scurried over the shipping container, and soared above the ground in a straight line. Cora saw Talos swooping about and eating bullets like donuts. What Talos didn’t see was the thug about to take a shot at him from behind. Cora fell out of the air and landed on him. She planted a metallic, gloves hand on his back and blasted him with a staggering voltage. It was a trained shock, measured enough to stun the man into incapacitation, without causing an harm to him. More importantly, it didn’t cause a blinding burst like a lightning bolt would. Nothing worse than the barrel of a gun.

”Keep them away from the injured so Rain and Iceburn can help. Nynph should be right me,” Stormcaller said to Talos, as she drifted up to search for another in the immediate vicinity. Sure, Batman wouldn’t be particularly happy with them, but that guy’s family wouldn’t be happy if a family member died on them. So as far as Cora was concerned, Batman could go fuck himself.

For now, anyway.

The Gifted (Reborn)

Yo

I just saw the int check. I'm intrigued by this, and am thinking of character ideas already.

Had one: A grizzled veteran of the fight against the hunters. the resident tank, an absolute unit of a motherfucker built like a nuclear waste vault with a bit of a draconic theme going on.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

L̴e̸a̸h̵ ̷J̶o̸r̶d̸a̶n̵

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L̸o̵c̸a̸t̴i̴o̷n̸: Framework
S̴k̵i̷l̸l̶s̵: Battlefield Manipulation
Today’s Fit

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The rocks landed square enough, and clearly Vicky was made of sturdier stuff than she thought. Leah had to wonder if the damn thing was made of vibranium due to how little two boulders, each weighing a few thousand pounds, did to that with her still in it. She made a mental note to try a different sort of force against it- Tensile or perhaps cutting actions would have a different effect. Leah was just about to reach for a third boulder, intent of forming a spear out of it, when she felt something sharp and cold slide into her back. Under normal circumstances, Leah would have a very in-control and thoughtful reaction about how to deal with this. She had been stabbed before, in fact, Leah couldn't keep track of the number of places she had been stabbed in, or different things she had been stabbed with.

These, however, were not normal circumstances anymore.

Zarina's sword damaged something on its way into Leah's back, something that Leah didn't realize was actually there. Leah felt a jolt of unusual pain shoot up and down her spine, and like any stab wound, blood began to trickle out. But something else came from the wound, in the form of bone white smoke. It was like watching dry ice sublimate into a gas, and Leah's entire body began to feel as though it was set on fire. She screamed until her throat nearly gave out and fell to her hands and knees. More of that smoke vapor started to boil off of her skin. On the outside, it looked like Leah had just stepped into a warm room, after standing in a snowstorm. On the inside, she felt something primal take over, something powerful that tried to fill every corner of her body with itself. The smoke fumed off of Leah more and more, and between the wispy trails it left in the air, patches of Leah's skin had become gray and glassy, like polished rock, where others simply grew denser.

A feeling of deep, longing stillness crept into her surroundings. Those in the immediate vicinity would be put in the mind of someone staring out into an endless wilderness, alone and unrelentingly at peace. Only it wasn't the kind of peace one felt in the comfort of their own home. No, it was the peace one experienced in an untamed, wild place where "peace" meant isolation from danger. There wasn't safety, there was only the charged atmosphere of wild anticipation. Leah's hair grew thicker, standing up on its ends like the hide of a beast. She felt her muscles grow denser beneath her skin, bones contorted and stretched in such a way that she grew to just over seven feet tall.

She was in agony.

This was a kind of visceral pain that she hadn't experienced in her entire life. Imperator had broken most of the bones in her body over the course of roughly 12 years, she had been set on fire, stabbed and subjected to magic during combat training. Leah had never before felt like something was ripping her apart at this level. Her lungs felt as though they were ready to give out, but when she breathed, it was like she could breathe a thousand times over and still breathe again before a single exhale. When she got to her feet, she expected them to be weak from the pain, but they were stronger. Leah turned her gaze to Zarina, but there was nothing reminiscent of the usual, stoic, brown-eyed expression Leah wore. Instead, the white in her eyes had become golden yellow, and the brown became vibrant orange. She looked at the green-haired girl with an expression that sat on the verge of animalistic, like she was contemplating rip Zarina in half with nothing but her bare hands.

"...What... What did you do to me?!" She demanded, with a ragged breath that spewed more pale smoke into the air. Panic could be heard in her voice as she essentially accused Zarina of causing her to become this thing. Around Leah, the simulated stone in the Framework started to splinter. Cracks formed in the ground, fissures split in random places, and everyone touching the ground could feel a tremor ring out in response to Leah's very words. Her heart was hammering in her chest out of confusion and distress; She did not understand what was going on. The only person here who had a chance at realizing what just happened was the person who stabbed Leah through the back.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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Jack Hawthorne

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Location: Limbo
Skills:
Spells: Shadow Scythe Spear???
Outfit

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Watching the demons run away with their tails between their legs, Jack had half a mind to unleash the almighty Broken Comet on their heads just to know they wouldn't climb back up the moment he turned his back to them. Jack floated to the ground and laid a hand on Ananym's shoulder before she could fire one of those twisted spheres of hers. "We need to do something else right now, Ananym. These two are Annika and Madalyne. And this-" He turned to the two who joined him up here, "-Is Ananym. She is the daughter of a man named Belasco. I mentioned the Sorcerer Supreme of our world is dead currently, Belasco is the Sorcerer Supreme of this world." If Jack had a nickel for every Sorcerer Supreme he was personally familiar with, he'd have two nickels. That wasn't a lot, but it was more than one.

"Ananym, it really is great to see you. I know it's been some time, but I'm quite concerned that you're here and not with your father. Does he know you're here? Is he looking for you? And more importantly, did those demons hurt you in any way at all? Because I will scatter every last atom of their remains across the cosmos if they did." Jack threatened their collective demise with all the gentleness he had in his heart, but an equal amount of sincerity. "I wish we could've met under better circumstances, but-"

Something tugged at him from afar. Jack turned his eyes to some place in the liminal distance of Limbo's everchanging landscape. Whatever he was aware of held his attention for a few seconds, and it haunted him. Like the last trace of an echo he had heard too many times to ever forget for the rest of his days. A feeling of empty, hollow negative space.

It couldn't be...

"...Right now, we should all get away from here so we can talk in peace." He knew Ananym was terrifying in her own right and wasn't a frail, weak creature in need of protection, but Jack also knew that he himself was a protective man, unafraid of tearing someone to shreds for someone else's sake.

And that feeling did not bode well to him.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

Leah Jordan

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Location: Framework
Skills: Battlefield Manipulation
Today’s Fit

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The ground pulled up and formed into five pillars between her and Vicky. Great. Leah ran to one of the and slid into cover as she heard a thunk. Peeking over her head she saw that Vicky’s suit now had an arrow in it… Ouch. That might’ve hurt if it went deep enough, but it was about to hurt a little more. Leah spread her power out and the ground started to shake again. With a rumble, the battlefield was defaced even more as two large boulders floated into the air, taking grass and dirt with them.

Leah ran from one pillar to the next, taking aim as she hurled both of the floating boulders straight for Vicky, one after the next. The boulders hit her hard, giving the suit a nice dent, but not much more. Leah had to wonder what that damn thing was made of, but she didn’t particularly care right now. This meant it wasn’t totally unbreakable and she already began to think of other ways to compromise that fucking nuclear vault of hers. While Vicky recovered from the impact, Leah ducked behind yet another pillar to keep some semblance of covert advantage here. If she couldn’t pinpoint Leah, then she couldn’t vaporize her.

Titans of Gotham

This wasn’t the most ideal plan- Going in without most of their gear and without Bolt. Tia couldn’t go on and Zen was taking care of her, so Monolith quickly started to take stock of the situation. Bolt must’ve blacked the place out, because it was damn near pitch black out. Not a single light but the stars and the moon. They were right in front of Peacekeeper 01’s lair, the very place he warned about. He was going to give Bolt a piece of his mind for running off ahead of the when this was all-

Bang. Bang. Bang. Three gunshots. Loud enough that they were nearby, and likely aimed right at Bolt. Monolith’s fingers balled into fists and his face scrunched up with fury. He took a breath and knew what he had to do. ”Keep her safe. I’m going in, do not follow me yet. Wait here for a few minutes, until I spring as many traps as I can and have him distracted.” Without so much as a moment to wait for their approval or acknowledgement, Monolith punched the entrance open, shattering it like a window and charged. The ground rumbled like a packed stadium as Monolith stormed down halls and through doors. Landmines exploded beneath his feet and wracked the place, but the worst they did was scorch the clothes he was wearing and singe his hair. His skin and even the rest of his body were virtually untouched.

Mines, shrapnel in a can, razor tripwires. One after another, they triggered but were ineffective against him. Stealth was not a consideration anymore.

”PEACEKEEPER! Monolith shouted at the top of his lungs, full of rage. It was a far cry from the gentle personality the rest of the team had gotten to know lately. His voice rang out like thunder, and the halls shook. There was another booming noise, which signaled Monolith blowing open a hole through a wall, which Peacekeeper was standing on the other side of. He recognized the arm and the leg, and the metahuman bleeding out on the ground. Something inside of Monolith snapped, and he blitzed Peacekeeper. Bits of concrete and detritus were flung outwards with every forceful step, as the young hero swung a fist straight for his chest.

He didn’t even notice the strange sword that Peacekeeper had. He was seeing red far too much to process that.

Inferno - STRIKE THE MATCH! - Concluded

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Jack Hawthorne

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Location: Limbo
Skills: Agility, Magic Combat
Spells: Shadow Scythe Spear???, Cloak of Levitation, Shadow Arm
Outfit

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“Jackass.”

That never got old.

”Their weaknesses are-“ Alas, he didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence as a particularly ugly demon named Kog’Thakan. They tumbled towards the ground like a pair of intertwined snails, while Jack did his damndest to not get stabbed by a weapon of demonic origin. After about three seconds of this, Jack had the idea to take matters into his own hands and let the Cloak of Levitation do the work for him. He willed the cloak to stop them, and they stopped on a dime. It was almost jarring, and Kog’Thakan got a mouthful of umbral energy as Jack shoved a spear through his face.

That only seemed to piss the demon off, though. While impaled on a spear, Kog’Thakan snapped and growled and hissed to get his teeth around Jack. ”I’ve been eaten before, once or twice. I’m told I taste like burnt rubber, so if anything, I’m doing you a favor by starving you, you poor thing.” Jack pulled his spear free of the ugly bastard’s face. He then gripped Kog’Thakan with his black, shadowy hand and warped it. The arm grew longer, and eventually, Kog’Thakan was ripped off Jack, who dangled him roughly seven feet away with a supernatural amount of strength in the arm.

”If you see Belasco on your way back to whatever pit you crawled out of, do tell him that the Stranger in the Moonlight is bringing his daughter home. Have a nice trip, and I’ll see you next fall.” Clearly possessed of great situational humor, Jack released Kog’Thakan from his grasp, and watched him fall to the ground far below. To more pressing matters, he quickly floated back up to the fray of combat where the rest of the demons were in active combat with Madalyne and Annika. He saw another one fall from the top and smiled to himself.

”Ladies and demons, it seems their weakness is gravity!” He proclaimed loudly, a few feet above the battlefield. as everyone present could clearly see his black arm wildly reel back into a normal shape, like a tape measure or a spool of wire. It would’ve been comical if not for the current situation. ”Now then,” He continued, pointing the weapon in his hand at the demons in a threatening, cocky manner. ”Which one of you hideous whelps wish to be thrown over the edge of the tower?!”

No one could accuse Jack of not being a snarky bastard when he felt like he had outwitted his enemies.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

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Quite a bit happened before Shirik's eyes. They brushed off Kareet's comment about their ability to cook, since that was a conversation for another time. Vigdis and Kareet swapped intellectual subjects back and forth about Kanth-Aremek and Earth, as well as numbers and eventually life magic itself. Shirik had half a mind to jut in and bring up how those in the Myriad were some of the best life mages in this world, but they both seemed to be so enraptured in their discussion that Shirik kept silent and just observed, silent as a tree... An immobile one, at that.

When Kerchak came over and started talking about it, though, Shirik watched with more attention. Being in their condition, Shirik couldn't benefit from life magic- One could not heal what was already dead and laden with ash. Kareet's hand withered and died, just before she withdrew a knife and removed it. The sight was distasteful at best, Shirik remembered a time when losing a limb wasn't so inconsequential. Ixtaro ran off, but charged back over to help Kareet. Understandably so, only to find that Kerchak had regrown it for Kareet.

"When I was as young as all of you, we were quite "attached" to our hands." That was what passed as a joke for Shirik. "Worry not, Ixtaro. We live in a world where horrific injuries are not an instant death sentence. Or even a life-changing experience. I once saw a man regrow over half of his body after a wild beast attempted to eat him alive. He knit his own flesh and feathers back over the course of an hour, all while-" Shirik was interrupted- rather rudely, in fact- by the horn of the Warden. If a scarred Iriad could make facial expressions like humans, theirs would be one of annoyance. Shirik looked into the distance and saw Silbermine and Zeynap talking. Neither of them seemed particularly relaxed.

"And I thought today would be simple. A feast between new friends and a mocking of a noble lord. But alas, today just had to be the day when she appears. If you three will excuse me, I'm going to see what this is about. There is more fish by the fire if anyone is still hungry," Shirik said as they politely, yet abruptly excused themself from the discussion. Their first thought was the swing by Nellara's fancy tent. They walked down the grassy hill to where she and her soldiers were stationed. If the Tekeri were spooked, they didn't seem to catch Shirik's attention.

Brashly, Shirik poked their flaming, yet hooded head through the flaps and intruded on whatever the Castigator was doing. "If you didn't hear the hideous fanfare just now, the Warden has elected to grace us all with her presence, and I assume you wish to meet her-" Shirik craned their head around and saw the big man himself everyone hyped up recently. "General," they greeted him, having not forgotten the tact of rank even after so long. Closing the flap behind them and leaning on their staff, they continued. "I just saw everyone's favorite Mythadian lord talking with Zeynap as the horn sounded. He likely patronized the Warden to her, and I don't imagine she'll be incredibly pleased to have more guests outside their vessel."

The new recruits of S.W.O.R.D.

@Ignorancebliss

Not dead-set on it yet. Might go a different route entirely and make some freak of nature or a straight up wizard because every superhero team needs that one weird mf who has to wave a magic wand to do anything unnatural lol