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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

“SHIT!” Kaya ran down the street, barely dodging the strange bimetallic chains of her opponent as they whipped up asphalt and crashed into the window behind her. They were like steel whips, one hit from them would leave her in serious danger. Another came smashing from right below her, swung in an awkward angle. She jumped just barely over in a roll. Grabbing her MP-5 from the duffel bag while still in a run she rolled up in a crouch. Without hesitation, she let out a burst of rapid fire, not aiming as much as trying to suppress the meta. The man retracted the chains into a orb around him and let them bounce off his new shield. Kaya quickly scooped up a flash grenade and clipped it to her belt along with her knife and her 9mm glock.

The gangster didn’t waste much time between his defence and offence. A small gap opened in the shield to spot kayas position then he let the chains shoot back out, one by one, keeping his defence up while smashing against Kaya. Reflexively she raised her arm in the thai guard. The chain snapped across the metal with a clang, the guard all that saving her from a broken arm.

“AGH! FUCK!” Kaya dropped her gun and had to dive out the way from a chain intended to spear her chest. IT ended in a nasty spearlike tip. Only for a chain to wrap around her and lift her up. “FUCKING STOP, OH HOLY SHIT. NOOOOO” She was tossed through the air, across the street and trough the window of a small fish shop. Her fall was broken by wood, metal and a coolers worth of fish. She grunted and looked up only to see a lamp post get thrown her way. She dived out of the way once more. Not having time to appreciate that she now smelled of tuna and salmon.

"WOHA WAY TO CLOSE. WHO THROWS A GODDAMN LAMP POST?!" She yelled as she took a few potshots at him with the remaining handgun, keeping him from advancing while she got her bearings back. Stepping out, still firing, she stepped in a shard of glass, the sole of her army boot apparently having torn in the fight.. “SHIT SHIT SHIT. OW OW OW” She growled as she dove under cover of a dumper while pulling the bloody start out.

“FFfffffffffff. Now. Now you fucking die.” She unclipped her flashbang and tossed it up high in the air before bull rushing him. Taking the chains on her armguard while gritting her teeth, she stared down at ground as the flashbang went off. The man screamed as he was blinded, she threw her now empty gun away and let her powers flare. She kicked his shield hard enough for him to go flying, then was upon the dazed and confused Triad, smashing his chain shield to pieces with mystically charged fists of fire. As she got through she grabbed her knife and jammed it as deep as he could between his fifth and fourth rib. Sinking it deep into him as he gurgled and. She twisted and saw the light leave his eyes. Tearing it out she looked around. The other triads were still out. They would be left to leave message, and their lieutenant was dead. It would by this area some time. She shook her arms, they had numbed a bit from taking so many strikes.

“Allright. Time to see if the old crone is alive and kicking.” She said as she began to stagger back home, making sure to grab her guns and sweep what she could away of her presence. No need to make it to easy on people to track her down.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Rune had a problem. It was called alcohol. From being bounced off the gates of northern fairyland, to having a magic killing, evil artifact in his flat, to his sister now refusing to answer his calls until he “Didn’t reek of booze.” he was so deep in the glass the bottom had a eviction order. Somewhere, a Demon older than mankind itself was sitting on the magic equivalent to a nuclear bomb. But he had an inkling something else was going on. Otto sat next to him at the bar, staring at his own glass. He wasn’t drunk however, just contemplative.

“You know.” Otto spoke up, He was in his human form. Even so he was a hulking beast of a man.

“Yeah?” Rune sweeped the last of the beer and made a grimace. Americans were terrible at macro beer.

“We need more allies.” Otto said matter of fact.

“No shit fluffy.” Rune snapped, ordering another beer. It may be shitty, but it was cheap.

“...What did you call me?” Otto pivoted to stare at his compatriot, none to please.

“Fluffy. You turn into a giant glorified dog.” Rune said dismissively.

“Wolf” All but bristled as he corrected Rune. Rune was unphased.

“Angry feral German Shepherd crossed with a one of those asian, fluffy dogs.”

“That cuts deep my friend” Otto muttered.

“Yeah well. I am drunk.”

“So you are. By choice, it does not exempt your other, terrible choices.”

“So what is this about allies. We got you, me, a girl barely out of her teens with a magic sword and some sort of alien t-rex… Who else?”

“That’s about it, really.” Otto said as both men stared at their glasses, a look of defeat on both men.

“Yeah, we need allies alright. Any idea where we can conscript anyone?” Rune pushed his glass away.

“Actually..We could ask the Agency. Even if you aren’t registered.” Otto began but Rune all but spat when he broke that line of thinking down in the most eloquent of ways.

“Forget the Agency. Bunch of pampered pencil peckered paper pushing ponsies.” He said the last part with such vigor and spite you could practically taste his disgust.

“And armed agents with guns and shit.” Otto argued.

“Unless they all pack witch killers, we leave them out of this.” Rune shot back, he did not want to involve the goverment. America was run by idiots he had decided long ago. And all his encounters with the agency only cemented that belief.

“Fine. You burned bridges with half the local community ages ago Rune, and the other half are all registered. Our best shot is finding someone to new and doe eyed enough not to realize what a rotten creature you are.” Otto looked up, something dawning on him, Rune could tell. He began to ponder some idea, and by the look of it he needed a little prodding

“...Got a name for me or are you just sweet talking me?” Rune inquired.

“Benjamin. A newfangled Werewolf. I heard there was some unusual spikes on the night of The Soulstones creation. A lot of hurried transformations, awakenings and similar things.” Otto said with a grimace.

“Yeah, well, that is why I don’t fuck with Leylines. So this werewolf, is he the European breed, you know, the weak to silver, capable of shredding a car kind?” Rune raised a eyebrow. He had not dealt with a European Werewolf in ages.

“Better, he is the American breed.”[/color] Otto said as he swept the last of his drink. Runes eyes opened a little wider, a smile on his lips. This was good news.

“...Aren’t they capable of sniffing out magic?” He asked, now feeling the first spark of excitement.

“Mhm.” Otto grinned.

“Well shit.” Rune closed his eyes and and concentrated. Suddenly a flare of magic burned all the alcohol out of his body and his eyes and mind cleared as the rush of pure power out muscled any old beer he might be fond of swiveling. “Let’s go talk to this Ben fellow”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

This just in. Meta Chinse Gangsters should not be roughed up and left alive. They will find less terrifyingly powerfull opponents to bully. Like Kaya.

Mass Effect: Borealis

@DJAtomika

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Mass Effect: Borealis

So... If I remember correctly, next mission is Dronos loyalty one, correct? I have been writing up floor plans for the clinic...

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Drono also need to interact with more people!

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Wait we have a discord?!

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Working on mah post. Just been busy christmas shopping and stuff!

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Except drono. He got blamed for missing drugs D:<

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A few hours after Dronos painkiller incident.

Pain. That was the worst part. The pain of nerves dying, synapse by synapse giving up due to multiple infections. He didn't know how how long he had laid there. From the buildup of drool, he imagined it quite a while. He didn't have a memory of dragging himself back to his room. That was scarier then anything, his memory was meant remember practically everything. His cocktail had been way off.

He curled up, fishing out a set of tools and started to tinker with his newly aquired SMG. "I am alive. And that is swell." He said, his voice soft as his throat was hoarse from from screaming. "Yestin is alive, I'll send him to hell" He mumbled as he undid the clasp for the cooling unit and slid it out of its groove. Next was the ironsight, it had been crooked. He put it down and looked it over skeptically.

"Should I tell them to hurry?" He mumbled ro himself, realizing the sooner he was off to the clinic, the better. He gingerly removed the stock and put it next to the rest. A twinge of pain ran up his arm. "No, I cannot cause them to worry." He mumbled ot himself again. The rhyming was something he had picked up to amuse himself back in the day. It used to drive Yestin mad, so now he kept it up simply becouse knew somewhere out there, Yestin was growing irrationally angry over something. The receiver came next, he stared long and hard at the piece. "Yeah. That does happen when you drag a gun trough mud."

"You are being used." The voice came to him unbidden. Drono wasn't classically deranged. Just as much of the rocker you would expect a man, Drell, shot in the back would be. But ever so often when doubt crept up his spine and often after coming down his painkillers, there would be a voice nagging him.

"Maybe." He said to nobody. "If I am being used by a group of mercenaries. I am using them to get back at my adversaries." He began to clean the receiver, squinting at it. "If they are legit, and this will last, then I need to find Yestin fast." He mumbled, still rhyminig.

"IN the end it will be fine. We just cannot cross that line."

"I did cross that line. Becouse lady was mighty fine." He grinned a bit. "Mighty fine..." His hand twitched with a sudden flare of pain and he dropped the piece he had been working on. The collant cell dropped with a hollow thunk

"I'm not fine." He said, staring at his shaking hand as the reality of his situation came crashing down. This time, no tears fell. What he felt wasn't the strange, overwhelming sadness that was invoked in him under the influence of drugs and his memories. It was a insane, white hot anger. It gave him clarity. It gave him purpose. He put the rest of his smg together and stared at the door.

"No. We are not fine. But that is ok." He surmised.