Crusader Lord

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Old Amsterdam@ProPro@Eklispe

Allison Mead

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Name: Allison Diana Mead (text color is pink)

Alias: (None)

Age: 25

Alignment: College Student (aka: Chaotic Drunk)

Loyalty: None (yet)

Appearance: Her face is a pair of blue eyes, somewhat lighter in color, that are set against the background of her smooth and soft white skin. She has long, brown hair whose tone is more towards the lighter end of the spectrum and is kept rather long and flowing in nature. Commonly she keeps it up in a very long ponytail during formal events, and otherwise makes it into a braid for the average day to day activities. She stands at the height of 5’9” and nearly to 5’10”, a very tall woman/girl for her age.

History: Allison Mead is someone who has led a rather average life. Prior to becoming a student at the University of Denver in Colorado, she lived as a normal middle class girl in the state of Tennessee. Her parents were from the North, though whilst this left her without a southern accent in the end she did gain certain “traits” such as a propensity for music and the ability to cook friend chicken from scratch as she grew up. The lattermost thing being a talent a neighbor taught her when babysitting her a few times in the past. She has normally about a couple of friends on average as a kid at any given time, usually in the middle of gossiping about cute things and somewhat stereotypical “girly” things.

This being said, she learned to play the guitar in her free time, played in the percussion section in marching band in high school, and went through a phase of having various boyfriends and girlfriends before she decided to take a break from relationships in her senior year of high school. Beyond this her childhood dream was to become a lawyer to represent Parahumans. So when she began to go to college she took on aiming to go back and learn Law after finishing a major in Parahuman Studies to try to get to her goal of representing the good of the Parahuman population one day. Whether it was for the best or the worst, anywho.

At college she became a party girl, however, drinking and enjoying the get togethers colleges can be apt to generate. She sought to her studies by day, but by night she was a party girl who could not be stopped and who enjoyed life in its raucous, sensual, and joy-filled ways that she could. Though living in Denver proper during college, she has felt surprised she hasn’t run into some kind of supers yet. Though this student’s life is perhaps about to change in more ways than one soon...

Personality

Motivations: Achieve her goals in education, party like it’s the end times with friends and those close to her, find love and maybe a partner, and eventually making enough money to get by in life.

Sexuality: Bisexual (female-leaning)

Likes:

• Fine Wines and Cheap Booze (Alcohol)
• Exercise
• Formal Parties (for finer alcohol and decor/scenes)
• Parties (in general)

Dislikes:

• Seagulls (they pooped on her during one summer beach party she went to in Mexico during a college summer break with her friends)
• White Chocolate (flavor puts her off badly)
• Mexican chocolate (that has chilles in it)
• Chemistry (the educational topic in general)

Derangement: (None yet)

Parahumanism

Skills: -

Classification: -

Details: -

Limitations: -

Equipment: -

Re: Zero: The High Council

Aerith Hastings

Here We Go Again: Part III Death is Unbreakable, Suttling's Basin, Priestella

@Ryofu@Rune_Alchemist@Althiel@BrokenPromise

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Aerith had hidden behind Irene, clinging onto the other girl in a genuine manner. It was almost pathetic, like a scared child clinging to hope and to their mother in the face of something terrifying. But it was not this mob that was the thing that scared Aerith the most, or got under her skin right now.

It was the memories.

Spears impaling her body repeatedly, their cold, potentially rusted metals gouging, piercing, tearing mercilessly into parts of her she had never truly "felt" before this moment. Her own hand, reaching out in futility to try to stop them, to grasp something, to pull out the spear in desperation....but yet it was too weak, too frail, too drained of that precious lifeblood flowing out of her body as the taste of iron had filled her mouth and soaked her taste buds in that grinding metallic sensation. The life, seeping from every hole and gaping maw of her body, even as her eyes struggled to stay open and her body had succumbed to the gnawing, gnashing, in a sense creeping cold of death as the warmth of life had left her loins.

It was a scene that would haunt her all her days.

"Stay behind me, alright? Please worry not. I won't let any harm occur to you."

Those words and smile gave her some real hope, hope these two would be alive, hope herself and Hiro and Chieko would remain alive this time....for as long as they could manage. Hope she could find out who had loved her so much as to want her to be there.

But before more of these thoughts could continue on, Irene seemed to go into a "state" of some kind, a sort of focusing state? It seemed somewhat familiar to her to what a swimmer might do during a competition, that "mode" one seemed to take on when training and determination met focus and a desired goal in front of them. It was almost....fascinating how Irene seemed to do this, though, and as Aerith focused on her briefly she listened to what the ruby-orbed girl said.

"El Shamak"

The words sent a thrum of...something through Aerith's body, her bones even. Perhaps a shiver? A resonance with her by some mysterious means? Maybe it was just a reaction to seeing this....magic, of all things, used to suddenly stop an entire mob in one uttered phrase without any further actions? She had no idea, but the words felt interesting as she mouthed them behind the back of Irene. Not saying them, but thinking on them herself, focusing on them and that pronunciation Irene had used.

It was like one of those moments a person would always remember from then on, that abnormally strong sensation at the moment where they got the feeling of "i'll remember this" for no apparent reason at the time.

As Vasilis and Irene checked out and rounded up the defeated bandits, Aerith ran over to where Hiro and Chieko were. Though before she could say a word, her breaths still a little panting from the prior panic of "those" memories they had all three perhaps just experienced a short time ago, the two knights seemed to turn and talk to them again. As the other two answered, Aerith used the sleeve of her shirt to wipe off some sweat and take a few deep breaths. She even heard Vasilis give his small explanation as she watched Chieko talk to him breifly, though she could tell something was "off" about the other girl....and rightfully so based on what had happened to the three of them.

"My name is Aerith. I am pleased to meet you both, and-"

It was then someone interrupted them, just as Aerith was beginning to speak up to Irene and Vasilis to introduce herself. A girl with wolfish ears and a tail, wearing suspenders. Though this struck a minor chord of panic for Aerith in her current state, as quick as the girl had appeared she seemed to leave the group again to their own devices. A bit of panic subsided at this, but overall Aerith looked back to Irene and Vasilis again, a mix of trying to be calm and polite.....but also urgent...on her part.

"-and with that i agree with Hiro that we should all relocate to a far safer place and area. Ah, swiftly perhaps, so we can all talk more without another ambush."

Truth be told her own senses were still on alert, though she kept a bit closer to Irene and Vasilis somewhat unconsciously out of a desire to stay alive. The faster they vacated the area and were safe, the better they would all be right now.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Diana Firebrand

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She hadn't minded coming here to help play the part of guards with her fellow mercs when it came to this place. It was good pay, though she hadn't mentioned her rather vocal magical power to the clients in this case as a sort of "security" measure for herself. Though it was something to do, the backstabbing and being locked up was another thing altogether that left a sour taste in her mouth. She'd been stripped of her armor and her weapons and such, locked up with the others' things, though seeing the other ladies in the cell right across from hers dressed decently was a tad frustrating. Why did they get to keep their original clothes on and not herself!?

Though as Scar's familiar voice was heard as he walked over, and the other two seemed to worry about things as she listened to their conversion beforehand, a smile came to the dragon descendant's face. Ah, escape time already. She hadn't wanted to do this alone, but Scar was an ass too at times so what she would do next would be somewhat of a kick for her. Standing up in her shoddy prison rags, Diana moved over to position herself behind her own cell door.

"FUS RO DA!"

A wave of force came out as she spoke those words in the tongue of her ancestors, sending the door of her cell bursting off its hinges and slamming into the wall next to scar, inches away from his face. Nothing personal....no wait it was actually just personal, just not aimed nor meant to actually harm the guy....instead it was more to get on his nerves briefly that she could have hit him with the cell door. What was the word her parents had once used to describe this type of behavior from her? Passive-aggressive? Meh.

Though her stomach soon interrupted her thoughts with a ravenous growling. Crap, perhaps Scar was right about getting a bite to eat.

"Cmon, Scar! Keep your head in the game or you'll get hit by a cell door one day!" Diana said, getting a small chuckle out of it before walking over to Kris and Macy in the other cell, her features seeming to soften a little towards them in particular, "Hey, if there's any dreams that are gonna be made, we gotta get out of here first! Whatever's going on with those lower levels is not likely gonna help us out either, so we need to find our gear probably first."

Her hand was offered out to Kris, as if to offer a handshake or to pull her out of the cell. Though underneath Diana's attempts to be somewhat positive to her fellow mercs, there was the underlying serious nature of this that nagged at her mind.

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@BrokenPromise Posted with Annabelle real quick before i hop into bed! XD

Night all. :P

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Annabelle Irons

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Expansion was underway in a couple of the other nearby abandoned buildings in the area. One next to the school, the other right across the street and to the left of the school. In other words, setup for an area of operations, a modest but large place within which Soth had direct influence and control. Even now the sigils, the signs, the circles and such were being drawn within the other abandoned buildings, by horrors and creatures slinking about after being brought into this world to serve their lord.

The one two buildings to the right of the school was a former home of some sort, perhaps someone who had once lived across the street from the school many years ago? Windows were either boarded up or broken, the yard overgrown like a jungle of sorts, though its overall stability had overall remained rather intact.

The other that was to the immediate right of the school and directly next to it, meanwhile, was a far longer (but still shorter than the school) abandoned building similar in shape to a gymnasium or a very old YMCA. Something that contained a large pool and similar equipment, perhaps built for the school back in its heyday for gym class and such things. In part it had been a community center, perchance, though it had been seemingly decades since its last time being used for...anything really.

INTRUDER ALERT

Elroy had gotten attention, alright. Minor horrors and beasts lurking, obscured by their lord's from notice within the school's territory that kept watch over the place for their master. The message they had was then passed along, and the entire school grounds was on alert. Defenses ready to be used, magic circles ready to activate, and....

"Ooh! You have a tail?! Awesome!" a voice cried aloud where Elroy and Regina could hear.

.....one slightly bored magical girl who had decided to barge out here in her transformed state because she had become curious about the alert.

Elroy and Regina would have seen a magical girl burst out of the front doors like she owned the place, though the gleeful smile on her face spoke a rather friendly manner. A black, inky orb was floating by her side, a fresh new one from Soth after he'd used the last one for...something. Annabelle had no idea what he had wanted to use it for, really, but she had enjoyed the burgers she'd proceeded to order up and eat. Though the third one had been interrupted by this little alert, so she'd asked the "chef" to store it in the fridge until she got back.

"Hey there! I guess its nice to see a new face around here. You look kinda cute, but sadly i'm into girls if you're here for me! What ya doin' around my boss' place here?" Annabelle said as she walked over, giggling after she spoke, as she was standing at the edge of of the border into her patron's territory...on the Soth-controlled side for fear of getting nagged by her Patron...again.

The air about Annabelle was rather tame, friendly and open even more than anything. Oddly so for the situation, but it wasn't a lie in any sense either.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Name: Diana “Schwarzwald” Firebrand

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Race: Dragon Descendant (Human)

Background: Diana’s bloodline is descended from that of the dragons, from the spawn of a dragon a human in particular. Though the draconic traits have fade over the generations, her family like many in the country of Schwarz have lingering powers in their blood (though many dragons still live there too). In particular, the ability to speak the tongue of the dragons, which is itself a form of unique magic that affects the world and made their small home nation a haven during wars for its mighty power. Firing off a wall of force, breathing fire, raising zombies, a great deal of abilities are tied to the “Tongue of the Dragons”. Mages around the world have sought to study this unique magical tongue, though only those with dragons blood among their ancestors can use it even after years of testing.

Diana herself was born into the “Firebrand” family, who lived in one of their nation’s many forests. her nickname “Schwarzwald”, came from when she nearly burnt down part of the forest whilst learning the tongue of her draconic ancestors. Always ready for a challenge, and taking strongly to the draconic tongue in both conversation and usage for its power, she eventually set off into the world at the age of 17 with an urge to explore. In this she took up the life of a mercenary eventually, and in terms of power was worth her weight in gold when her group would be negotiating with clients.

But then the current event happened. The one boon? No one thought to gag her mouth, though her other gear was taken in the process.

Personality: A stubborn, brave individual who is not afraid to speak her mind at any given time she feels the need to. Not hesitant when taking action, possessing a mighty strength of will, though many assume her dumb based on her outer aspects such as the stubbornness. In reality she is a rather intelligent individual who can read the feeling of a situation and such well, and has a soft spot for children at heart as well. As her life since leaving home has told, she is great friend to have.....but a terrible enemy to acquire.

Weapons/Gear:

-Her voice, which can have a myriad of magical effects based on what is said/“shouted” by her in the dragon tongue. Also allows her to speak with dragons and others who know the dragon language, very fluently even.

-An enchanted handheld crossbow made by a weaponsmith and enchanted by a mage during her travels, and is “her baby” when it comes to weapons. Due to the enchantment this weapon magically generates ammunition for the weapon passively. It also has a rotating ammo chamber (similar to irl revolvers) that stores up to 5 shots at a time. After firing 5 shots, however, the enchantment need some time to “regenerate” a new batch of ammunition.

However, this weapon was taken like with the weapons and such of the others in her group. Drat.

-Her armor (seen in pic above and was taken with her weapon, so she was put in prisoner rags for clothing and wears those for the moment being)

Spells:

-Dragon Tongue (A magical language of the dragons that can have a myriad of magical effects depending on what the user says. Though at times it can be dangerous to use some of its stronger offensive applications, such as in a narrow hall with allies in front of the user.)

Misc: Has been known to flirt with a female member or two from the mercenary company she joined. Does not have a taste for men. Enjoys swimming as a pastime.

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 College semester starts Tuesday for me. Ah, joy. XD

But it will be my FINAL semester if all goes according to plan, fufufu~

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

Italian Restaurant

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The small empress showed slight astonishment as before her was placed a large plate of hot, still steaming food. She could smell the rich spices, could virtually taste the flavors in the mouth even with just the scent alone. Stuffed shells of pasta, filled with an assortment of fine cheeses, coupled with some meatballs of prodgious size and pieces of what seemed to be sausage, sitting atop a thick bed of a creamy-looking sauce that had pieces of mushrooms all throughout its composition. With a sprig of some green plant on top for garnish. This was her dish, and despite the fact she couldn't really identify much in it Sanaki's mouth was watering despite her attempts to hold a good poker face about this. She, who was so used to the kitchens of her palace, was sitting in a place seemed fit for commoners....and yet this food smelled just about as good as it did back home when she would eat dinner.

If she ever made it home....no, when she made it home she was going to see if such a dish could be replicated in Begnion. And this was her opinion before taking her first bites.

Grabbing the familiar fork utensil, and utilizing the large, almost cloth-like napkin she had been brought with it, the small Empress took the first bite of her dish. Her manners were formal and proper, her conduct in taking the bite good, even wiping her mouth as a bit of that sauce got on her chin.

For the first time in years her eyes seemed to light up as she chewed the bite of food carefully, picking out the flavors and textures, her refined palette of a nation's leader coming into play. But over it was...was....DELICIOUS. She had never tasted such good food, far better than eating bear meat and such on that dreary campaign to slay a goddess. Albeit that campaign had been more important than any food she ate, merely eating something edible being a good thing really back then.

She could barely restrain herself from digging into the food like a madwoman, but visibly in front of the others kept up a modest eating pace with proper manners and customs. Only the look in her eyes betrayed her true level of enjoyment with the meal, but to her it would be impolite to say anything about it until after she finished the meal. Though her sincerest compliments would certainly be going to the chef humbly and discreetly, whenever she finished her meal and another waiter came by.

Though for the time being she was listening to the conversations, and upon Klaus speaking up about an organization she swallowed a bite of food, politely wiped her mouth, and decided to respond to this idea of Klaus' with her own thoughts about it.

"Your idea is intriguing, sir. I shall join as well, so long as Ms. Meterora here is also in agreement to join. Surely a base of operations for now would assist in deploying to handle any more....other-worldly intrusions like those wyverns for the time being."

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Li Shuwen

Ikebukuro, Tokyo

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"Hahaha! Yes, remain wary in this sort of place, that's a good way to survive," Shuwen said, laughing before addressing the two girls again after he had been spoken to, before glancing at the situation with the wolf again after having been keeping an eye for a moment, more seeming as if he was mulling about to himself with the following things he said, "Ah, perhaps the wolf was pursuing something, perhaps? I wonder....maybe a strong opponent?"

Regardless of his words, he began to jog over to the assembled group of individuals with the wolf. He was rather casual and non-hostile about his manner of approach, though he kept his wits about him whilst remaining ready to deploy Sphere Boundary if he so needed. Not that any could match his fists, though this girl who had caught the world had also caught his eye. No weapon in her hands, and she showed some strength. Further her movements seemed a bit trained, specifically in martial arts.

It got his blood pumping just a little, really.

"Greetings, warriors!" the martial artist called out as he made his final few steps to walk up to the group proper, his approach leaving him closer to Hibiki than the others.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Aerith Hastings

Here We Go Again: Part II, Suttling's Basin, Priestella

@Ryofu@Rune_Alchemist@Althiel@BrokenPromise

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Aerith took the hand of Irene without nay a second thought about the matter. Between what Hiro had said, which she was thankful for, and the fact the man was running by with the haste of someone who had maybe reasonably reacted to seeing themselves, and maybe others for all she knew, die in front of them not too long ago.....ah. Maybe this time they had a chance. A chance to save these two guards and be taken somewhere safe. A chance to learn more about this place and get to know things, to try to avoid the bandit ambush proper and-

Oh...

It seemed between all of these things the ambush was thrown off its game. Terribly so. The axe-wielding fire knight seemed to leap into a second-story window, causing an uproar Aerith felt she could only assume was attacking one group of the bandits. Further, the rest of the mob seemed to swarm out after, which at first struck a pang of panic into her chest. She could remember the spears impaling her, the blood gurgling into her lungs, everything as fresh as a raw wound in her mind. Yet they didn't seem to focus on herself or Irene, instead trying to chase after Hiro and Chieko. Though initially pangs of fear went into her about the matter, not wanting them to die again either as she had seen for Chieko at least, but based on the speed the two were moving....ah. This mob of undernourished bandits probably wouldn't be able to catch the physically fit looking Hiro with Chieko in tow. Maybe. If she was going to be optimistic here.

Aerith's senses were on high alert as well, her own sense of vigilance heightened by the adrenaline running through her veins. The panting from running over here felt evaporated as a "fight or flight" response kicked into overdrive in this situation.

By whatever gods they worshiped here, maybe, she hoped Irene and Vasilis and the other two companions in her trip here would be ok. Importantly, she hoped they all got out of this alive first. Speaking of which, she hoped Irene could keep them safe or get them somewhere safe. Unless she didn't want to leave Vasilis here right now? Ah.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Surprising Machinations

A Collab Between @Old Amsterdam and @Crusader Lord

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The Collab

Chris watched the girl move forward, a bit of shock still reeling through his body at the scene before her suggestion clicked in his mind. "Y-yeah..." he muttered, sending his two mini-me's to check around the building before a series of crashes overrode the sounds of the civilians.

Outside his minions could see a body hitting the pavement from the second floor, and what looked like smoke from further down the street coming their direction.

"We've got incoming.... Something? And I think the person doing this is upstairs..."

Something incoming? And something upstairs?! This wasn't exactly a good thing, at least if whatever was coming and the thing upstairs were related. In this city, that was a potential thing in her mind. She wasn't numb to the scene and wanted to help, but she'd seen far worse, much worse even in the past. Nothing much could compare to an Endbringer attack, and walking about its aftermath. All the bodies and such littered about....even your own corpse. It almost made her shiver thinking about it, but focusing on the task at hand was keeping her head on straight.

Having potentially no time to waste depending on how things went, Phantom sprung into action. Avoiding stepping on the bodies and still living people in the bar, she ran for the stairs. Her Mover ability made it easier to get about the obstacles, allowing her to move herself about with the aim of getting to the second floor. If she could, then maybe....just maybe she could catch the perpetrator in range.

'Come on! I have to get up there fast! Phantom thought to herself as she ran, drops of sweat forming on her forehead.

Chris, meanwhile, hesitated. Torn between investigating that odd smoke and helping that girl as she dashed towards the, well it seemed like the more immediate problem?

He really wasn't cut out for fighting...

He set off after her towards the stairs, bringing one of his familiars with him, cautiously.

Upstairs was, arguably, a larger disaster than downstairs. There was blood, and a lot of it, and standing in the midst of it all was a woman in a white leotard with blue lines, a white and blue striped bandana covering her face. As she turned to look at the Intruders, they saw a white eye mask surrounded strikingly vibrant blue eyes against blond hair, and that the blue line separated to flow around her ribs.

"Leave." The command was softly spoken, but there was a noticeable edge to the otherwise fluid voice.

Initializing: Field Deployed

Considering the situation, Phantom felt sure this scene was not a total misunderstanding, though chances were always there as her mentor had noted in the past. However, being asked to leave in a soft and fluid, yet sharp-edged, voice was also a warning bell that rang off in her head about both the opponent and the situation. Something had gone down, maybe as a string of things having gone down, and this was the only lead she had right now.

She could not pass that up, so immediately after the individual spoke to her she deployed her field. 100 meters around.

Target Selected: "Clumping" Process Initiated

If she could just get this individual within her field, she would start "clumping" them right away. Inhibit them, maybe stop their powers if....well, this person had blown off the front of this bar and such all themselves anywho. Better safe than sorry, and it seemed the person here did not want to talk either based on first impressions.

Chris stayed back, unsure what to do and unwilling to take the initiative.

With a flick of her wrist, the woman sent a wall of air across the room, solidly impacting against the duo.

"Leave or die."

"Eh, new guy. If i die here, don't worry bout' it. I'll....well, i'll be back."

The target was within her field. The clumping process had begun. It was time.

Initialize: "Clumping" Selected Target

She focused her power entirely on "clumping" this strange woman as quickly as she could, just before she burst forward toward the woman at top speed. That burst of wind had hit them solidly, and with minimal effort to generate it so it seemed, she herself barely able to stay on her feet as a result and hold steady. If that power could be reduced, she could...yes, she could do something. If that power was clumped enough, if she could get in a blow, that might help her get in a blow. Death threats? She felt they were genuine, but....dying was one thing she already knew about. Personally.

She had no idea if she'd "respawn" again as it were, but she had reassured the new guy simply out of habit....to try to make things sound ok even if they got bad. If she died for good here, she would die swinging at least.....trying to stop an outright murderer. Not that certain thoughts weren't trying to already press their way into her head as she did all of this..

Chris, at this point, was wishing he had abilities better suited for combat...

The woman's face furrowed ever so slightly at the odd clumps of moisture building on her before she projected a whirl of wind centered on her skin moving out, the edges whistling as a piece of Phantom's bodysuit turned red from a shallow cut.

"You dare attempt to stand in my way?" the woman asked disdainfully, her a raised eyebrow, picking up a handgun from the body at her feet. "Do you not know who I am, little children?"

"I don't know. Maybe an escaped clown from the local asylum, or maybe a psycho blonde with an ego trip cause she didn't get to be prom queen," Phantom said, a cocky and cheeky smirk covering her face despite the bleeding, though her power was still even now focused on clumping up her opponent. Any amount of bought time would do, "You could always enlighten us with your name, oh great one!"

She had no idea what was approaching, and this woman seemed very able to cut into her like paper mache. But if she could keep the attention off of the newbie here, maybe she could at least keep him in one piece. Didn't seem to have combat powers himself anyways, based on his actions. Christian herself was standing distinctly closer to the woman than the other guy at least. Not that this was a good thing. But letting this woman go was another potential mistake as well, if she had done this and had any clues as to what was going on.

Mentally she was gritting her teeth at this situation, visibly appeared outwardly with the same cheeky smirk otherwise.

'If you ever face death again, do so with a smile, Christian.'

The last words her mentor told her before she left to come here. Heh. Hopefully they wouldn't apply right now, but regardless she wasn't going to settle into those thoughts until it happened.

The air around the woman died down some as the Trump effect began to make headway. In return she raised the handgun and took aim.

"I'm done with you." The words were calm, just as she was. Powers or not, these two-cent heroes wouldn't stop her.

As her finger squeezed the trigger she pointed it past Phantom suddenly, eyes narrowing.

There was a thud from the stairway, before a body collided with Chris. Instinctually he swapped with his closest familiar, which was on the other side of Phantom, before the man started bleeding all over the floor, a gas mask in shambles over his face.

"Sonika!" a muffled yell came from the other side of the door before another man entered, wearing a two-piece gas mask and lab coat.

Sonika? And who had she shot instead of them that was so dang important to what was going on right now he took greater priority? And who in the hell was this other man who came in with a gas mask and lab coat on his person? Were any of these guys part of the approaching thing that was coming towards them? Were they this woman's lackeys? Regardless, Phantom kept up her clumping effect on this "Sonika", hoping to further impede her movements....especially with that gun in hand too. And that was beyond just trying to stop up her powers at this venture.

"....Ok, what is going on here?" Phantom said aloud as she looked at the situation, wondering just what was going on that had caused this bar to be blown up, and this woman to be here, and this bodycount to happen, and these two guys (one now dead) to be wearing gas masks like this and such. Seriously, this was getting odd and more suspicious beyond just a potential robbery or such gone very, very south or such things.

"You psycho bitch, this means war." The man clenched his fists, moving his mask as he breathed in.

Sonika immediately reacted, moving to create an air barrier before her brow furrowed in anger. "Release my powers or we all die."

At that moment, the man blew out, a noxious smelling green gas pouring forth from his mouth.

So potentially get shot, or all of them more likely to die from potentially whatever this gas was?

'Damn it'

In a heartbeat Phantom released the wind user from the effects of her "clumping", instead now directing her efforts at the poison gas guy entirely. A small grimace was on her face as she did it, not wanting to let this killer get loose but also not wanting to get everyone here killed. Herself? That was fine, it....wasn't much of a loss at all. But this newbie didn't deserve to die like this, and not so soon. She was just about ready to let loose a torrent of swears, if it were not for her current focus and the gritted teeth begin that grimace of hers. This was all devolving so fast, not that it was unexpected, it was just that the manner of doing so this time was....frustrating.

In an instant Sonika shot from the room, firing shots at the man that never made it through the green gas, before disappearing from sight.

As the Trump dampening effect began to affect him, he opened his lab coat to display a dozen different odd vials and grenades. "I'll give you 10 seconds to explain what the fuck you were doing with her on Purge's territory," he growled, slipping a finger around a grenade pin.

This day was just getting longer and longer, wasn't it?

Phantom felt like she could scream at the current state of things. First a woman had cut her with a shallow cut, which even now was bleeding onto her uniform. Bar exploded. Lot of dead and wounded people. And now this, an asshole with a gas mask and vials who was asking a random as hell question with a finger on a grenade pin. She had to speak fast, but even then things might not work out so well.

"Honestly, the building here exploded and we came to investigate Then that asshole attacked us, and now you're here," the independent cape said aloud, keeping in the 10 second timeframe as neatly as she could.

If needed her powers would keep this man from moving as fast. Maybe enough time to stop him from throwing the grenade if he pulled the pin. In fact, that was part of her focus in clumping him. If he tried to pull that pin, he wasn't getting to throw that thing at least. It might, then, be enough of a stall for her to tackle the newbie down. It was only a few stairs, not enough to break a neck or such, but getting out of the main blast radius of a grenade was always an idea at least.

"Consider yourselves lucky, then. Go about your business before you find real trouble."