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Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

Hannah had been sitting quietly, but a curious look crossed her face and she raised her head, eyes narrowing as her nose wrinkled. She sniffed, turning her head towards the entrance to the 'pit and tilting her head to the side.

"Do y'all smell smoke, or...?"

Her question was cut off as the ship shuddered, the cockpit doused in red lights as alarms started to blare. Hannah gaped for a moment, then leaped to her feet, stumbling as the deck jerked under her feet again. Without a word to April or Benson, she bolted out of the bridge on a beeline for the cargo hold.

The engine was on fire, yes, that was bad. The engine fire reaching her crates full of explosives...yeah, that would be worse.

Unfortunately, when April's shouts to belt in came over the intercom, Hannah had just managed to reach the hold. Her eyes widened and she dived for the railing of the catwalks—just in time, too. Her feet left the ground as the Heart of Gold crashlanded, and she gave a rather undignified squeak as her arms wrapped around the railing. She hung on for dear life as the metal underneath her feet shook like the ship itself was coming apart. Hannah narrowly avoided being thrown to the hold itself, ten feet down, only by executing a twisting maneuver and throwing herself back onto the catwalk. Unfortunately, she could also feel the moment her ankle twisted under her and gave alarmingly.

"Scheisse—" she hissed, grabbing her foot out of reflex as the ship finally dragged to a halt. Biting down hard on her lip, she hauled herself to her feet to the nearest intercom, watching the (so far undamaged) door from the cargo hold to the engine room warily.

"What the heck just happened? Anybody?" she demanded, leaning against the wall and having to stretch up just to reach the speaker on the wall, other foot raised gingerly in the air.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

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Battle of the Leviathans (X-Men/Hunger Games RP)

Edited.

Battle of the Leviathans (X-Men/Hunger Games RP)

Face and color is less important than name and personality now. Just try to get the sheet out asap.

Battle of the Leviathans (X-Men/Hunger Games RP)

Y'all should probably get a move on if you want to get new characters in...it's going to be hard to slot them in after everyone exits the trains. I'm willing to edit my first post if Haley takes the weather position, but when we get farther in it'll be more difficult to.

Battle of the Leviathans (X-Men/Hunger Games RP)

Hekat Bakshi

And all at once, time seemed to grind to a halt as Hekat's name was called. She was frozen for a moment, lips parting in shock as she stared up at the Councilwoman. Distantly, the rumble of thunder seemed to be growing louder, and somehow through the silence she heard the faintest sob.

That would be Amma, then, she thought numbly, keeping her face turned forward to avoid her mother's anguished eyes as she forced her feet to start moving towards the stage. As the last living Bakshi leviathan, there were no family members to embrace her—no comfort but to glare back into the steely gaze of the Councilwoman as she ascended the steps.

She'd thought, for a moment, when Zolkin had been called, that she was safe. That this would pass as a momentary shot of adrenaline like the last three Choosings she'd been forced to attend. That she'd be able to go back to the too-crowded tenement housing at the end of the day, look out over the side of the mountain she called home, and continue to plan patiently like she'd done for the last seven years.

Fate, it seemed, had other ideas.

As Hekat took her place to the left of the Mayor, she clenched her hands together behind her back—both to project a solid stance and to hide her shaking hands from her family. After the initial moment of stunned blankness, panic had quickly filled the void. She was good, she knew that, both with her powers and her physical talents, but was she good enough? She'd scrapped with other leviathans as a child, but never in a real fight, much less with ones from other sectors. She could see it in her relatives' eyes—if she faltered and fell during this Battle, her family might not recover...

No, she told herself firmly as the Councilwoman droned on, eliciting a few halfhearted claps from a handful of those gathered, the rest glaring in stony silence. Now is not the time to doubt. I can win. I can.

Lightning flashed in the distance as the Mayor finished her closing remarks. With a wary eye on the sky, the heavily-armed, rubber-armored police stepped forward, hands on their weapons. Hekat looked back defiantly, but with a glance at Alva, acquiesced. She leaned forward to meet the other woman, and the pair shook hands—one hand almost frostbite-cold, the other crackling with static electricity that the guards watched warily. Perhaps some other sectors still produced defiance—here in Sector Five, they knew better. In years past, leviathans who had tried to run had been gunned down, simply replaced by another name from the pot. With a district full of such dangerous leviathans, anti-Council sentiment ran deep and discipline was harsh; Sector Five was known as the 'unruly one.'

The two leviathans released each other with an appraising glance, and were nudged towards the open doors of the well-insulated train by the touch of batons on their backs. Hekat kept her shoulders back and her chin high—to anyone watching, she looked practically calm. But while the tall man in front of her stepped inside without hesitation, she couldn't resist glancing back at the crowd, trying to catch a glimpse of her family. Through a gap in the masses, she saw them for a split second—her youngest brother, only twelve years old, sobbing into her mother's shoulder.

Hekat's eyes narrowed, and with an instant of crystal-clear thought, no less than three lightning bolts cracked down from the heavy clouds above and struck the abandoned microphone in the center of the emptying stage.

Almost immediately, a baton cracked down across the back of her shoulders and an armored hand planted itself in the middle of her back, sending her stumbling forward into the train, but the damage was done. The murmuring of the crowd took on a darkly approving tone, and the Mayor was looking significantly less dignified with her short-cropped hair standing on end, as she'd been standing closest when the lightning struck. Alva looked at her with a glance only slightly more approving than before, even as she turned to walk quickly down the train corridor, but even she seemed to understand. The guards were only to happy to slam the plastic and glass doors behind her and send them on their way with no more ceremony.

Hekat whirled, ignoring the smarting of her shoulders as she pressed as close to the glass as possible. Her mother was pushing through the crowd to the edges, the rest of her children trailing behind her. She was shouting something, but between the distance and the barriers between them, Hekat couldn't hear a word.

Instead, she simply lifted her right hand, held it briefly to her lips, and then pressed it against the glass before her. Cameras or no, she needed to have that one last connection as the train began to pull from the station, because if she didn't come back—

Well. She'd just have to come back.

Battle of the Leviathans (X-Men/Hunger Games RP)

Whispers @Mach2: if you meant to put in the Earth sector that's Sector 3...

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

The engine room was like nothing she'd ever seen. Between one step and the next, Vanahara paused in the doorway for a split second, letting her senses pass over the dizzying array of machinery and try to make sense of it. She pushed her shock aside for the moment, though, following the one-armed man towards where the most damage had been done.

Vana cast a critical eye over the still mass of intricate metal, nodding to herself as she considered the problems and how to solve them. She glanced over at the glittering spikes of ice that had punched holes through the ship, then turned back to the man, pointing a thumb over her shoulder at the offenders.

"You'll want one of the hydromancers for those," she said. "Maybe even one of the pyros to melt it away." She stepped forward, laying a hand on one of the outer casings that had a jagged piece torn away, lying on the floor a few feet away. "I can fix the parts, but you'll have to get one of your engineers to put the whole back together."

The man nodded his understanding, and Vanahara turned back to the engine. "Karinot," she muttered under her breath, before leaning down to pick up the severed piece of casing. She tucked the thick metal under her arm and wedged a foot into a safe gap in the engine, starting the climb up to the damaged area. If she was going to repair an entire engine, she might as well start from the top and work her way down.

Battle of the Leviathans (X-Men/Hunger Games RP)

And this, friends, is why one doesn't wake me up before dawn. Because it ends with me picking the first username I see. movingswiftlyonwards...

Battle of the Leviathans (X-Men/Hunger Games RP)

Fixed the 'powers' section and made some (extremely minor) changes to backstory to fit. Hope that works!