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ShieldsOfWar said
Ummmmmmmm Holy shit this looks like a lot of fun! I would love to join this but I must ask: Would it be acceptable to post two paragraphs or so if I only play one character? I love advanced, and I take a lot of pride in my rp, but I'm not sure that I have the time in the day to write as much as you guys do every single time. I know that the rules say a max of five lines, and I would never be that short, but what about two paragraphs or so consistently?
Most of our posts are collaboration posts, where multiple people get long or complex interactions done in a few posts, or even one. You're perfectly fine with posting a few paragraphs on your own.
u wot m8
Theresa Sindel Obott.
Everything was getting too intense for Theresa. Eyes were wide, and honestly every instinct was telling her to run like hell. She couldn't get that adrenaline pumping like everyone else. She was scared... but her heart wasn't rushing. Why in God's name did this happen? All she wanted to enjoy the jungle, not fight some unstoppable beast. That- wait? Where is Aislin going? Aislin was limping off towards the beach. That girl should be high as a goddamn kite right now. her willpower was great enough to fight off the drug? Regardless of what it was, Theresa knelt down to pick up her bow, and chased after her. Her drug's sedative effects would certainly make it hard to walk, and Theresa didn't want her to be on her own here. She didn't know how Aislin was reacting to the drug, and worse comes to worse, Aislin could have a heart attack (Which is another problem in and of itself). Aislin fell down on the beach, and Theresa jumped down after her. She herself was wondering why Aislin was going for the water. Was she trying to swim away? Sorry, but that wasn't happening. The waves were strong, and Aislin was high as a kite, she'd die. "Aislin, wait!" Theresa cried out as she attempted to stop Aislin.
What Aislin did was completely unexpected.
A tidal wave came out of no where. Theresa stopped in her tracks and stared up at it slack-jawed, eyes wide. She felt death looming over her. The wave then smacked Theresa like a bag of bricks setting all of her nerve endings on fire. It hurt like hell, and it broke her nose on contact, sending her sweeping backwards along with the wave. It was an ungodly pain, no endorphins would be helping her now. However, her drug's healing properties doesn't just work on other people, it worked on Theresa far better. Theresa began regenerating at an astonishing pace. The nose didn't heal instantly, but it was on the way. But another problem was the fact that her head was underwater. Theresa shut her mouth tightly as she panicked, she didn't have time to hold her breath, so water was forcing it's way into her body. Theresa immediately began to struggle for at least ten seconds, before everything started turning black, sharp black. She couldn't like feel anything, not even her broken nose and it felt like her existence faded...
The sweeping wave had moved Theresa to the clearing, and she immediately coughed up some water the very second she was on land. When she opened her eyes... everything was white. A clear white color. Theresa felt great... like a high that came from being out of that water. She barely even realized what had happened, and she was just lying there. Oblivious to the world and what was happening. To her, it felt like she was born yesterday.... Her regeneration immediately went into effect and started repairing the damage to her lungs that the sea-water did. Her nerves were telling her what was wrong with her body right now in vivid detail, but she ignored them all. Theresa's whole body hurt like hell and there was no relief other than that it was healing over time. However, her skin was cold, and she found it hard to breath, but Theresa was still breathing....
That's good...
Dana Alcott, Beast-Jaska, Theresa Obott, & Adam Blackmore.
(Written in collaboration with Jazzy)
The battle of monsters continued.
Jaska raised his fists over his head, unleashing yet another demonic roar, he slammed them down on the ground unleashing a wave of fire directed at Dana. It was so hot that it could be felt from a distance away, instantly incinerating the grass. This was elementary. Dana appeared to the side in a dash of speed with her cloak fluttering the only thing that reminded everyone that she didn't teleport. She felt the heat of the fire burn her skin, but it was minor damage that was quickly healed like there was nothing there. Dana kept her eye on Jaska, praying to God that Tess and Aislin will get away in time. She refused to leave Henry here either, once they were in the clear, she was going to pick him up. So, this was a game of stalling. Jaska charged straight at Dana on all fours, combustion into a thick wreath of flames. He picked up speed fast.
It went without saying what Dana did. Except, she appeared behind him in a whip of speed. Jaska stopped his charge and looked over his shoulder, the fire faded. He whipped around towards Dana with his hands erupting in a massive fire. He pointed his hand at Dana and started firing a barrage of massive fireballs that traveled at astonishing speeds. Dana saw an opening, she dodged the fire in short bursts of speed. Appearing between the fireballs, but they're taking a heavy toll on her body heat-wise. Once Dana was close enough, she stood in front of him, as her little plan. Jaska responded just as she thought he would as he raised his fist over his head and brought it down with enough force to crush stone. Dana dodged at the last second as his fist got stuck into the dirt. However, Dana took this opportunity to deal a major blow against him.
Dana leaped forward, not like a human would, it was like she was a spring. Her body just pushed itself off the ground towards Jaska's face, and slashed out an eye at ungodly speeds. There were seven clean slashes running across his face. Jaska let out a roar of pain as he swiped Dana with all the strength he could muster. This caught Dana completely off guard and sent her flying through the air at the nearest tree. She slammed into it, chest first, and bounced clean off of it. There was a loud boom, she didn't go through it like Henry did. However, Dana let out a warped, high-pitched, wail that no natural creature should make. She coughed out a wave of thick, inky, black blood that stained the front of her cloak and spilled onto the grass. Followed by falling onto the grass herself, and coughing up more blood, she tried to get on all fours(?) but fell apart. Whatever happened caused Dana some extreme bodily damage. Her regenerative factor was correcting that damage, however, she was still left in a vulnerable position.
Jaska ran over to Dana, snarling like mad. Before he could close the distance however, Jaska's acute hearing picked up some oddities coming from the ocean front. He whipped around to see the tidal wave coming for him. Where instinct was supreme in his thought process, Jaska tried to outrun it, he leaped up on a tree to out climb it. However, the water did impact him, and he let out a monstrous roar as the water that touched his burning hot body turned into a cloud of steam. It didn't engulf him like Aislin planned, but it carried him away.
Dana raised her head and easily outmaneuvered the wave by disappearing into the treeline. She was "standing" sideways on the side of the tree just like she would if she was flat on the ground. Her cloak draping downwards was the only thing that was telling everyone that she was standing sideways. She didn't know who was behind it, nor was she concerned. She watched the destruction and saw that the clearing was soaked with water. It was only logical that you counter fire with water. However, Dana was still injured from the previous attack, evident from the black blood leaking down, and was using what little strength she had left to escape the wave. She dropped down from the tree with a thump, but that was nothing. There was still this injury she got.... If she had changed back now, the wound would transfer and her real body would have a caved in chest. Thank god her anatomy and biology was drastically different in this form or else she was a goner. Her body was regenerating, healing all her wounds so she wouldn't die. It was imperative that she keeps this cloak on at all times during the process or she'd be screwed.
Dana stopped for a moment to rest. She looked around... The Beast was gone. Swept away in a wave of hatred. Dana got into a sitting position against the nearest tree, black blood still leaking out of her body. By the time the wave faded, she saw two people. Theresa and Aislin. Both heavily battered, and soaked in water. It didn't take a rocket-scientist to say that the wave had hit both of them hard. Dana didn't know what exactly she should do other than wait. Blood was still leaking from her maw, that meant she was in no position to do anything. At least she was getting better. Dana heard some rustling come out of the bushes not too far away. She was expecting it to be Henry, or a member of the staff, ready to take this chaos off her hands and let her recover in peace.
... Peace didn't come easy for Dana. What came out of the bushes was obviously Jaska in his beast state, snarling like a monster. He took slow steps, his eyes were glowing bright gold, leaving behind a brief trail of light. He was drenched in water, so his pryomancery was disabled. The beast had dragged himself to the center of the clearing, looking around. There were three easy targets here. He turned his body towards each of them. Wondering which ones he should strike first.
... Will this madness ever end?! Will this thing ever stop!? Dana thought to herself, if she was capable of it, she would have distorted herself into a shocked frown. She had to force herself to get up, and back. Jaska hadn't attacked yet. While she was in no position to continue fighting him, she could grab Theresa and Aislin and take them back to the school.... Even if it brought this beast back to the school. Dana remained on guard, hoping to be the first person he targets so she can finally end this.
However, Jaska choose to run straight for the disabled Theresa in a berserk charge.
"Terry!" Dana shouted, putting out her deformed hand. She wanted to stop this, once and for all. But, while she was getting ready to dash, she fell over and some more blood sprayed out of her mouth. She got on all fours again, and let out another warped wail. If she could stop this she would, but right now, she has to stop....
The last thing Henry felt heard and saw before everything went dark was his head smashing against something, the splintering of wood, and the green and colors of foliage as it melted together, flashing before his eyes. And then darkness. He could still hear things, he also felt he could see things, but it was all slower and only a color here and there. Red with a echo of a roar, green with screaming, and then blue and the sound of flowing water.
And then everything hurt. At first he thought he was dying, being swept away in a sea of blue. He twitched and struggled unconsciously. When his body came to a rest, he grew still.
And then something changed. His body, in times of trial, would change. His powers were like all meta humans and could evolve. His powers always manifested themselves as physical, and so his appearance grew. His body lost the ability to camouflage, instead his scales became huge and thick an his hide became armored. His already muscled body just about exploded with strength, the muscles doubling, tripling, and then some in size until his arms alone were thicker than a man's chest. His legs grew thicker and stronger, and his tail grew thicker, and grew shorter compared to the rest of his body, taking up half his body length instead of three quarters. From his back thick tusks sprouted and remained, with armor plating between them that ran down his back and too the end of his tail. His claws became huge in size, and thick as a wrist at the base.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The creature was huge, but he was nothing small either. A thirteen foot tall monster of a reptile. It slammed it's hand down on the ground in anger and pain, and pulled itself up on all fours before breaking out into a charge. It released an unearthly battle cry, and barreled past Dana and into Jaska like a train and sent them both to the ground. The demon child's arm at the base clamped firmly in the creature's jaws. Jaska might've had the firebending advantage, but he, he was physically stronger. Raising one of his own arms and releasing the arm he had in his jaw the reptile drove his huge claw into Jaska's bicep, the huge talons cutting through muscle and plowing through bone like wet paper, and embedding themselves deep into the ground. He released an almighty roar in the demon's face.
The playing fields were even now.
The battle between titans resumed. Jaska took the attack, the now-monstrous Henry had launched his attacks that Jaska was not preparded for. He was wrestled to the ground, and Henry's claws were driven through his body. Without Jaska's pryomancery, it appeared that they were now even in terms of physical abilities. At this point, Jaska was giantic, fifthteen feet tall, and counting. Bristled with armored scales and bulging muscles, and claws that had to be as long as swords. Which meant it was now up to who was the better fighter... or was more vicious.
Jaska roared loudly enough to be heard from the heavens. He kicked Henry off of himself with enough force to break someone in two. Sending the reptile man off of him. He quickly rose to his feet, and let his wounds regenerate. It would be completely fine in a few minutes. Jaska loudly growled as he slammed his hand onto the wet ground, and used it to propel himself through the air towards Henry. With his claws aimed directly for his chest. He was packing enough strength to knock Henry over. Where he would tear him piece by piece, by piece....
"... Henry!?" Dana shouted as Henry came to the rescue, in a new form that was just as monstrous as Jaska's. She couldn't help but worry if they'll have another monster on their hands, but it began apparent that Henry was in partial control of himself. If Dana wasn't in this form, she'd be fine with cheering him on, but right now she was damaged. She had to focus on healing these wounds fast as possible. If it looked like Henry would lose, Dana would have no choice but to step in and help. For now, she had no choice but to watch, and wait.
Henry roared and turned his shoulder towards Jaska, the huge and thick spines that covered his back becoming the target of Jaska's oncoming hand. He absorbed the energy of the blow, his back spines impaling the already damaged arm. But absorbing the blow did not come without cost. The arm slid along his shoulder and the claws connected with his lower jaw, splitting the bone on both sides and causing the half-jaw to hang from sinews of muscle and skin on the farther side. The creature released a gurgling, pained howl, and with strength driven by rage and pain, twisted his body, stretching out the arm that was impaled on his back spines, and placed one of his huge feet on Jaska's chest, and then pushed off.
A sickening crack occured, and the reptilian monster effectively kicked Jaska off of him. Well, not all of him. On his back there was one of Jaska's huge arms, hanging lifelessly and dripping it's boiling blood on the ground, disconnected where the humerus would normally meet the shoulder socket. The reptilian man released a gurgling roar again, it's bright fluorescent blue blood spraying from what remained of it's mouth. Grabbing the stump, Henry released an even more hellish sound that was created most likely due to his mangled jaws, and then grabbed the stump, and ripped it from his spine, breaking off part of the bony defense mechanism that was imbedded in the limb and taking it with it. Henry took the detached limb by the wrist, and was effectively ready to wield it as a weapon to beat Jaska down with should the beast continue the fight. He turned to anyone who could hear "GEEHT AHDAM!" He choked out, his lack of jaw and lips in this form impedeing his ability to speak.
Jaska stumbled backwards, snarling in pain, he grabbed onto his arm socket. Flailing about like he's gone mad. His arm... it's gone now. He let out some more growling as he prepared for the next strike.
Rushing winds quickly rustled the entire jungle in perfect symphony. Every leaf, branch, and fruit was flowing. Before they all went dead. The jungle went strangely silent. The rushing winds abruptly resumed, and sent Jaska flying towards the beach in one mighty gust of wind. Jaska went over the drop and was sent flailing around in the sand which rustled every piece of sentiment. All while Jaska was growling in response. Adam had floated down from the sky with his arms behind his back, he was calm. He landed on both feet, and took steps towards Jaska. Before he stopped. Adam took one look around, Ms. Obott, and Rose were down, and there was a person in cloak he didn't recognize. Mr. Olin had mutated... Adam got the specifics from it just by looking at him.... Adam also knew what was wrong with Jaska just by looking at it. It was a shame that this child had lost control of himself, which is why Adam is here. He will put him in control.
"I heard a commotion and came soon as possible...." Adam tipped his glasses. He turned his head and saw that Jaska had already risen back to his feet and was running towards him. "Rest easy everyone. I will handle this." Adam began motioning his hands as if they were orbiting an object. A round object. He had created a massive ball of pressurized air in the path of Jaska. When Jaska came charging at him, Adam snapped his fingers and the blast went straight for his body. Sending him sprawling back, his claws had left thick marks in the dirt. But he was otherwise unaffected. Jaska began running at Adam yet again.
"My calculations were incorrect..." Adam tipped his glasses again. He will have to get drastic.... Adam quickly swung his arms out and began sucking the air out of the clearing. He was attempting to creating bubbles of air around Henry and company. In a few seconds Jaska was in a vacuum. The creature came to a stop as he ran out of air. He inhaled deeply and grabbed his neck with his only hand. Thrashing around wildly as he breathed for air that wasn't even there. It didn't take Jaska too long to give up and try to take Adam down with him. However Adam calmly took a few steps back and removed even more of the air. By the time Jaska had closed the distance, everything was going black.
The beast hit the ground, unconscious.
Adam looked at Jaska and his power told him that Jaska was turning back. Hoping to not suffocate him. Jaska's skin melted off his body in a mixture of flesh and fluids that turned black on the ground. Adam had to cover his face. As it smelled absolutely horrid. Beast-Jaska's exposed muscles were all that could be seen. This was when the beast had released Jaska. It's back split wide open and Jaska, in his normal appearance, was ejected out of the body, covered in blood and guts. Jaska hit the ground with a slippery thud, and lied there. He was completely unconscious, the transformation was heavily taxing on the boy. His body quickly began to burn up... it got super hot and it disintegrated into ash. The muscles that were created degraded, and soon enough, there would be no traces of this body.
Henry stepped forward, still wielding the arm in his hands and placed a firm step onto the the ground near Jaska's beast corpse and released a victorious, gurgling roar, causing more of his blue blood to sprinkle down like rain. He dropped the arm as if it disgusted him, and he pushed at what remained of his jaw with the back of his wrist, causing the bony piece of jaw that still hung from his mouth to come off and fall to the ground with a light thud. He turned his attention back to it as Jaska's body disintigrated, the arm he had previously been ready to use joining the rest of the creature's body in becoming ashes. Then Henry, with one last look around, released a great sign, and fell. He caught himself, his huge forearms catching most of his body, and didn't let him fall all the way. He panted in exhertion and looked over as Adam began talking, his whole body deflating like a balloon as Adam spoke.
"What a tragedy," Adam started off as he walked over to the unconscious Jaska and held him up by his leg. The child was naked, but not a scratch on him. But that didn't bother Adam all that much. "The child lives with a beast in his shadow. Waiting to come out. I hope we could avoid an incident like this." Adam turned towards Henry. Who didn't seem to be so good. Adam knew that his transformation was extremely taxing on his body, the same applied to Jaska. "Mr. Olin. Rest now. Your change took a lot of resources, and you must adjust." He said as he walked over to Henry, with his free palm open.
Henry just about leant into Adam's palm, before he released another great sign again, and then fell on his side, his body slowly but surely reverting to it's original state. The injuries he had sustained remained however. Along his back was a gash where his shoulder spike had been, and his jaw was still gone. Underneath his pectoral muscle, the skin had been ripped and the powerful muscle had been torn in some places. He was still bleeding from these areas, and bruised all over from being thrown through the trees. His neck had several and alarming dark purple bruises from Jaska's grasp. His whole body looked like one big injury, but it could be seen that he was already getting better. His back's gash could be seen to already be sticking up ever so slightly along the edges, and the blood coming from his mouth and chest was slowly slowing to a stop. His state overall looked promising that he would make a full recovery. He would have to be carried or dragged back to campus and to be put in urgent care for the night, most likely, but he would live. He was still away, but unmoving in exhaution and potentially pain. His eyes were glazed and lazily watched Adam and looked around at his surroundings.
The fight was finally over... Dana made the closet sound to a sigh of relief (Which was a warped ghostly screech) and slumped down against a tree. Her body was still glazed by her own black blood. She was still injured. But fortunately, she was in the process of regenerating. It would take ages for her to heal however. This was like the last time: she would have to hide out in the woods until she recovered fully. However, she wasn't going to slump here and let Adam do all the work. Dana stood straight up in an unnatural fashion... she just sprung upwards like a puppet pulled by a string. Even her walk (if it could even be called that) was unnatural, it was like she was sliding along the ground. She stood over Henry, and grabbed onto him. "Henry..." Dana wasn't a fan of talking while in this form... but she was going to try. "Let me help you..." She slung his arm over her shoulder, and could support his weight just fine. Despite him being twice her size. "... My hero." She whispered.
Henry weakly attempted to push himself up, but his legs wouldn't work corrently for now. He didn't have the strength for it yet, but his legs were functioning, and as Henry conintued his walk slowly changed from weak leg movements and just bairly padding the ground to a limp. All the while he refused to look at Dana. Not out of distaste, but because he knew if he did she would be in trouble. He kept his his turned away from her as to keep the heat sensing pits below his eyes out of her way. "...Hoshpital." he mumbled. "Geth us... hoshpital."
"Yes, Henry." Dana tried her best to carry him forward, before looking at Aislin and Theresa. "... Someone get them.... Theresa needs immediate attention..."
Everything was getting too intense for Theresa. Eyes were wide, and honestly every instinct was telling her to run like hell. She couldn't get that adrenaline pumping like everyone else. She was scared... but her heart wasn't rushing. Why in God's name did this happen? All she wanted to enjoy the jungle, not fight some unstoppable beast. That- wait? Where is Aislin going? Aislin was limping off towards the beach. That girl should be high as a goddamn kite right now. her willpower was great enough to fight off the drug? Regardless of what it was, Theresa knelt down to pick up her bow, and chased after her. Her drug's sedative effects would certainly make it hard to walk, and Theresa didn't want her to be on her own here. She didn't know how Aislin was reacting to the drug, and worse comes to worse, Aislin could have a heart attack (Which is another problem in and of itself). Aislin fell down on the beach, and Theresa jumped down after her. She herself was wondering why Aislin was going for the water. Was she trying to swim away? Sorry, but that wasn't happening. The waves were strong, and Aislin was high as a kite, she'd die. "Aislin, wait!" Theresa cried out as she attempted to stop Aislin.
What Aislin did was completely unexpected.
A tidal wave came out of no where. Theresa stopped in her tracks and stared up at it slack-jawed, eyes wide. She felt death looming over her. The wave then smacked Theresa like a bag of bricks setting all of her nerve endings on fire. It hurt like hell, and it broke her nose on contact, sending her sweeping backwards along with the wave. It was an ungodly pain, no endorphins would be helping her now. However, her drug's healing properties doesn't just work on other people, it worked on Theresa far better. Theresa began regenerating at an astonishing pace. The nose didn't heal instantly, but it was on the way. But another problem was the fact that her head was underwater. Theresa shut her mouth tightly as she panicked, she didn't have time to hold her breath, so water was forcing it's way into her body. Theresa immediately began to struggle for at least ten seconds, before everything started turning black, sharp black. She couldn't like feel anything, not even her broken nose and it felt like her existence faded...
The sweeping wave had moved Theresa to the clearing, and she immediately coughed up some water the very second she was on land. When she opened her eyes... everything was white. A clear white color. Theresa felt great... like a high that came from being out of that water. She barely even realized what had happened, and she was just lying there. Oblivious to the world and what was happening. To her, it felt like she was born yesterday.... Her regeneration immediately went into effect and started repairing the damage to her lungs that the sea-water did. Her nerves were telling her what was wrong with her body right now in vivid detail, but she ignored them all. Theresa's whole body hurt like hell and there was no relief other than that it was healing over time. However, her skin was cold, and she found it hard to breath, but Theresa was still breathing....
That's good...
Dana Alcott, Beast-Jaska, Theresa Obott, & Adam Blackmore.
(Written in collaboration with Jazzy)
The battle of monsters continued.
Jaska raised his fists over his head, unleashing yet another demonic roar, he slammed them down on the ground unleashing a wave of fire directed at Dana. It was so hot that it could be felt from a distance away, instantly incinerating the grass. This was elementary. Dana appeared to the side in a dash of speed with her cloak fluttering the only thing that reminded everyone that she didn't teleport. She felt the heat of the fire burn her skin, but it was minor damage that was quickly healed like there was nothing there. Dana kept her eye on Jaska, praying to God that Tess and Aislin will get away in time. She refused to leave Henry here either, once they were in the clear, she was going to pick him up. So, this was a game of stalling. Jaska charged straight at Dana on all fours, combustion into a thick wreath of flames. He picked up speed fast.
It went without saying what Dana did. Except, she appeared behind him in a whip of speed. Jaska stopped his charge and looked over his shoulder, the fire faded. He whipped around towards Dana with his hands erupting in a massive fire. He pointed his hand at Dana and started firing a barrage of massive fireballs that traveled at astonishing speeds. Dana saw an opening, she dodged the fire in short bursts of speed. Appearing between the fireballs, but they're taking a heavy toll on her body heat-wise. Once Dana was close enough, she stood in front of him, as her little plan. Jaska responded just as she thought he would as he raised his fist over his head and brought it down with enough force to crush stone. Dana dodged at the last second as his fist got stuck into the dirt. However, Dana took this opportunity to deal a major blow against him.
Dana leaped forward, not like a human would, it was like she was a spring. Her body just pushed itself off the ground towards Jaska's face, and slashed out an eye at ungodly speeds. There were seven clean slashes running across his face. Jaska let out a roar of pain as he swiped Dana with all the strength he could muster. This caught Dana completely off guard and sent her flying through the air at the nearest tree. She slammed into it, chest first, and bounced clean off of it. There was a loud boom, she didn't go through it like Henry did. However, Dana let out a warped, high-pitched, wail that no natural creature should make. She coughed out a wave of thick, inky, black blood that stained the front of her cloak and spilled onto the grass. Followed by falling onto the grass herself, and coughing up more blood, she tried to get on all fours(?) but fell apart. Whatever happened caused Dana some extreme bodily damage. Her regenerative factor was correcting that damage, however, she was still left in a vulnerable position.
Jaska ran over to Dana, snarling like mad. Before he could close the distance however, Jaska's acute hearing picked up some oddities coming from the ocean front. He whipped around to see the tidal wave coming for him. Where instinct was supreme in his thought process, Jaska tried to outrun it, he leaped up on a tree to out climb it. However, the water did impact him, and he let out a monstrous roar as the water that touched his burning hot body turned into a cloud of steam. It didn't engulf him like Aislin planned, but it carried him away.
Dana raised her head and easily outmaneuvered the wave by disappearing into the treeline. She was "standing" sideways on the side of the tree just like she would if she was flat on the ground. Her cloak draping downwards was the only thing that was telling everyone that she was standing sideways. She didn't know who was behind it, nor was she concerned. She watched the destruction and saw that the clearing was soaked with water. It was only logical that you counter fire with water. However, Dana was still injured from the previous attack, evident from the black blood leaking down, and was using what little strength she had left to escape the wave. She dropped down from the tree with a thump, but that was nothing. There was still this injury she got.... If she had changed back now, the wound would transfer and her real body would have a caved in chest. Thank god her anatomy and biology was drastically different in this form or else she was a goner. Her body was regenerating, healing all her wounds so she wouldn't die. It was imperative that she keeps this cloak on at all times during the process or she'd be screwed.
Dana stopped for a moment to rest. She looked around... The Beast was gone. Swept away in a wave of hatred. Dana got into a sitting position against the nearest tree, black blood still leaking out of her body. By the time the wave faded, she saw two people. Theresa and Aislin. Both heavily battered, and soaked in water. It didn't take a rocket-scientist to say that the wave had hit both of them hard. Dana didn't know what exactly she should do other than wait. Blood was still leaking from her maw, that meant she was in no position to do anything. At least she was getting better. Dana heard some rustling come out of the bushes not too far away. She was expecting it to be Henry, or a member of the staff, ready to take this chaos off her hands and let her recover in peace.
... Peace didn't come easy for Dana. What came out of the bushes was obviously Jaska in his beast state, snarling like a monster. He took slow steps, his eyes were glowing bright gold, leaving behind a brief trail of light. He was drenched in water, so his pryomancery was disabled. The beast had dragged himself to the center of the clearing, looking around. There were three easy targets here. He turned his body towards each of them. Wondering which ones he should strike first.
... Will this madness ever end?! Will this thing ever stop!? Dana thought to herself, if she was capable of it, she would have distorted herself into a shocked frown. She had to force herself to get up, and back. Jaska hadn't attacked yet. While she was in no position to continue fighting him, she could grab Theresa and Aislin and take them back to the school.... Even if it brought this beast back to the school. Dana remained on guard, hoping to be the first person he targets so she can finally end this.
However, Jaska choose to run straight for the disabled Theresa in a berserk charge.
"Terry!" Dana shouted, putting out her deformed hand. She wanted to stop this, once and for all. But, while she was getting ready to dash, she fell over and some more blood sprayed out of her mouth. She got on all fours again, and let out another warped wail. If she could stop this she would, but right now, she has to stop....
The last thing Henry felt heard and saw before everything went dark was his head smashing against something, the splintering of wood, and the green and colors of foliage as it melted together, flashing before his eyes. And then darkness. He could still hear things, he also felt he could see things, but it was all slower and only a color here and there. Red with a echo of a roar, green with screaming, and then blue and the sound of flowing water.
And then everything hurt. At first he thought he was dying, being swept away in a sea of blue. He twitched and struggled unconsciously. When his body came to a rest, he grew still.
And then something changed. His body, in times of trial, would change. His powers were like all meta humans and could evolve. His powers always manifested themselves as physical, and so his appearance grew. His body lost the ability to camouflage, instead his scales became huge and thick an his hide became armored. His already muscled body just about exploded with strength, the muscles doubling, tripling, and then some in size until his arms alone were thicker than a man's chest. His legs grew thicker and stronger, and his tail grew thicker, and grew shorter compared to the rest of his body, taking up half his body length instead of three quarters. From his back thick tusks sprouted and remained, with armor plating between them that ran down his back and too the end of his tail. His claws became huge in size, and thick as a wrist at the base.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The creature was huge, but he was nothing small either. A thirteen foot tall monster of a reptile. It slammed it's hand down on the ground in anger and pain, and pulled itself up on all fours before breaking out into a charge. It released an unearthly battle cry, and barreled past Dana and into Jaska like a train and sent them both to the ground. The demon child's arm at the base clamped firmly in the creature's jaws. Jaska might've had the firebending advantage, but he, he was physically stronger. Raising one of his own arms and releasing the arm he had in his jaw the reptile drove his huge claw into Jaska's bicep, the huge talons cutting through muscle and plowing through bone like wet paper, and embedding themselves deep into the ground. He released an almighty roar in the demon's face.
The playing fields were even now.
The battle between titans resumed. Jaska took the attack, the now-monstrous Henry had launched his attacks that Jaska was not preparded for. He was wrestled to the ground, and Henry's claws were driven through his body. Without Jaska's pryomancery, it appeared that they were now even in terms of physical abilities. At this point, Jaska was giantic, fifthteen feet tall, and counting. Bristled with armored scales and bulging muscles, and claws that had to be as long as swords. Which meant it was now up to who was the better fighter... or was more vicious.
Jaska roared loudly enough to be heard from the heavens. He kicked Henry off of himself with enough force to break someone in two. Sending the reptile man off of him. He quickly rose to his feet, and let his wounds regenerate. It would be completely fine in a few minutes. Jaska loudly growled as he slammed his hand onto the wet ground, and used it to propel himself through the air towards Henry. With his claws aimed directly for his chest. He was packing enough strength to knock Henry over. Where he would tear him piece by piece, by piece....
"... Henry!?" Dana shouted as Henry came to the rescue, in a new form that was just as monstrous as Jaska's. She couldn't help but worry if they'll have another monster on their hands, but it began apparent that Henry was in partial control of himself. If Dana wasn't in this form, she'd be fine with cheering him on, but right now she was damaged. She had to focus on healing these wounds fast as possible. If it looked like Henry would lose, Dana would have no choice but to step in and help. For now, she had no choice but to watch, and wait.
Henry roared and turned his shoulder towards Jaska, the huge and thick spines that covered his back becoming the target of Jaska's oncoming hand. He absorbed the energy of the blow, his back spines impaling the already damaged arm. But absorbing the blow did not come without cost. The arm slid along his shoulder and the claws connected with his lower jaw, splitting the bone on both sides and causing the half-jaw to hang from sinews of muscle and skin on the farther side. The creature released a gurgling, pained howl, and with strength driven by rage and pain, twisted his body, stretching out the arm that was impaled on his back spines, and placed one of his huge feet on Jaska's chest, and then pushed off.
A sickening crack occured, and the reptilian monster effectively kicked Jaska off of him. Well, not all of him. On his back there was one of Jaska's huge arms, hanging lifelessly and dripping it's boiling blood on the ground, disconnected where the humerus would normally meet the shoulder socket. The reptilian man released a gurgling roar again, it's bright fluorescent blue blood spraying from what remained of it's mouth. Grabbing the stump, Henry released an even more hellish sound that was created most likely due to his mangled jaws, and then grabbed the stump, and ripped it from his spine, breaking off part of the bony defense mechanism that was imbedded in the limb and taking it with it. Henry took the detached limb by the wrist, and was effectively ready to wield it as a weapon to beat Jaska down with should the beast continue the fight. He turned to anyone who could hear "GEEHT AHDAM!" He choked out, his lack of jaw and lips in this form impedeing his ability to speak.
Jaska stumbled backwards, snarling in pain, he grabbed onto his arm socket. Flailing about like he's gone mad. His arm... it's gone now. He let out some more growling as he prepared for the next strike.
Rushing winds quickly rustled the entire jungle in perfect symphony. Every leaf, branch, and fruit was flowing. Before they all went dead. The jungle went strangely silent. The rushing winds abruptly resumed, and sent Jaska flying towards the beach in one mighty gust of wind. Jaska went over the drop and was sent flailing around in the sand which rustled every piece of sentiment. All while Jaska was growling in response. Adam had floated down from the sky with his arms behind his back, he was calm. He landed on both feet, and took steps towards Jaska. Before he stopped. Adam took one look around, Ms. Obott, and Rose were down, and there was a person in cloak he didn't recognize. Mr. Olin had mutated... Adam got the specifics from it just by looking at him.... Adam also knew what was wrong with Jaska just by looking at it. It was a shame that this child had lost control of himself, which is why Adam is here. He will put him in control.
"I heard a commotion and came soon as possible...." Adam tipped his glasses. He turned his head and saw that Jaska had already risen back to his feet and was running towards him. "Rest easy everyone. I will handle this." Adam began motioning his hands as if they were orbiting an object. A round object. He had created a massive ball of pressurized air in the path of Jaska. When Jaska came charging at him, Adam snapped his fingers and the blast went straight for his body. Sending him sprawling back, his claws had left thick marks in the dirt. But he was otherwise unaffected. Jaska began running at Adam yet again.
"My calculations were incorrect..." Adam tipped his glasses again. He will have to get drastic.... Adam quickly swung his arms out and began sucking the air out of the clearing. He was attempting to creating bubbles of air around Henry and company. In a few seconds Jaska was in a vacuum. The creature came to a stop as he ran out of air. He inhaled deeply and grabbed his neck with his only hand. Thrashing around wildly as he breathed for air that wasn't even there. It didn't take Jaska too long to give up and try to take Adam down with him. However Adam calmly took a few steps back and removed even more of the air. By the time Jaska had closed the distance, everything was going black.
The beast hit the ground, unconscious.
Adam looked at Jaska and his power told him that Jaska was turning back. Hoping to not suffocate him. Jaska's skin melted off his body in a mixture of flesh and fluids that turned black on the ground. Adam had to cover his face. As it smelled absolutely horrid. Beast-Jaska's exposed muscles were all that could be seen. This was when the beast had released Jaska. It's back split wide open and Jaska, in his normal appearance, was ejected out of the body, covered in blood and guts. Jaska hit the ground with a slippery thud, and lied there. He was completely unconscious, the transformation was heavily taxing on the boy. His body quickly began to burn up... it got super hot and it disintegrated into ash. The muscles that were created degraded, and soon enough, there would be no traces of this body.
Henry stepped forward, still wielding the arm in his hands and placed a firm step onto the the ground near Jaska's beast corpse and released a victorious, gurgling roar, causing more of his blue blood to sprinkle down like rain. He dropped the arm as if it disgusted him, and he pushed at what remained of his jaw with the back of his wrist, causing the bony piece of jaw that still hung from his mouth to come off and fall to the ground with a light thud. He turned his attention back to it as Jaska's body disintigrated, the arm he had previously been ready to use joining the rest of the creature's body in becoming ashes. Then Henry, with one last look around, released a great sign, and fell. He caught himself, his huge forearms catching most of his body, and didn't let him fall all the way. He panted in exhertion and looked over as Adam began talking, his whole body deflating like a balloon as Adam spoke.
"What a tragedy," Adam started off as he walked over to the unconscious Jaska and held him up by his leg. The child was naked, but not a scratch on him. But that didn't bother Adam all that much. "The child lives with a beast in his shadow. Waiting to come out. I hope we could avoid an incident like this." Adam turned towards Henry. Who didn't seem to be so good. Adam knew that his transformation was extremely taxing on his body, the same applied to Jaska. "Mr. Olin. Rest now. Your change took a lot of resources, and you must adjust." He said as he walked over to Henry, with his free palm open.
Henry just about leant into Adam's palm, before he released another great sign again, and then fell on his side, his body slowly but surely reverting to it's original state. The injuries he had sustained remained however. Along his back was a gash where his shoulder spike had been, and his jaw was still gone. Underneath his pectoral muscle, the skin had been ripped and the powerful muscle had been torn in some places. He was still bleeding from these areas, and bruised all over from being thrown through the trees. His neck had several and alarming dark purple bruises from Jaska's grasp. His whole body looked like one big injury, but it could be seen that he was already getting better. His back's gash could be seen to already be sticking up ever so slightly along the edges, and the blood coming from his mouth and chest was slowly slowing to a stop. His state overall looked promising that he would make a full recovery. He would have to be carried or dragged back to campus and to be put in urgent care for the night, most likely, but he would live. He was still away, but unmoving in exhaution and potentially pain. His eyes were glazed and lazily watched Adam and looked around at his surroundings.
The fight was finally over... Dana made the closet sound to a sigh of relief (Which was a warped ghostly screech) and slumped down against a tree. Her body was still glazed by her own black blood. She was still injured. But fortunately, she was in the process of regenerating. It would take ages for her to heal however. This was like the last time: she would have to hide out in the woods until she recovered fully. However, she wasn't going to slump here and let Adam do all the work. Dana stood straight up in an unnatural fashion... she just sprung upwards like a puppet pulled by a string. Even her walk (if it could even be called that) was unnatural, it was like she was sliding along the ground. She stood over Henry, and grabbed onto him. "Henry..." Dana wasn't a fan of talking while in this form... but she was going to try. "Let me help you..." She slung his arm over her shoulder, and could support his weight just fine. Despite him being twice her size. "... My hero." She whispered.
Henry weakly attempted to push himself up, but his legs wouldn't work corrently for now. He didn't have the strength for it yet, but his legs were functioning, and as Henry conintued his walk slowly changed from weak leg movements and just bairly padding the ground to a limp. All the while he refused to look at Dana. Not out of distaste, but because he knew if he did she would be in trouble. He kept his his turned away from her as to keep the heat sensing pits below his eyes out of her way. "...Hoshpital." he mumbled. "Geth us... hoshpital."
"Yes, Henry." Dana tried her best to carry him forward, before looking at Aislin and Theresa. "... Someone get them.... Theresa needs immediate attention..."
SerpentGear said
I'm still at a loss as to what I should do. I should probably just post as Atticus or Codi being too slow (Perhaps because self-preservation would make more sense than running towards something dangerous?) to get there until late in the fight. That, or they disobeyed Henry's orders to follow him, and waited a safe distance away, with the justification that they aren't putting themselves in danger like that. Any opinions? I'm at a loss.
Have them help. I'm about to post our collab. They will both be huge helps for getting the injured to the hospital.
Estylwen said
I'd have to agree, we have the perfect amount for this cast. :)Just posted! What a crazy battle, I hope Henry's alright. D:
You underestimate a level 10 meta human's power.
The battle isn't over yet, my friend.
BestBe said
Hello, just making sure that it would be fine for me to work on a character and get him all ready to go. As you can tell, I'm sure, I am brand new to the forums and this was honestly what caught my eye as I was browsing through checking out the forums and thought that it would be awesome to join. Soooo, as long as there is a place open I would love to participate in this roleplay. Oh, also a quick question if it's alright for me to make a character to see if I can get it into the roleplay where exactly do you want me to post my application directly to the Character Files page?
Always open bro!
Deborah Termellio, Shannon Balore, Ben Voss, Red Winston, and....
"... Now, now... What's with all the racket?" A new voice spoke, calm, or even sarcastic. Everyone's eyes turned towards him, and saw him leaning against a tree, a cigarette in han. He was the very visage of shady. Tall, muscular, had an off feeling about him. He was caucasian, but his facial features were consistent with those from Spain. He was quite handsome, and what supplemented this was that there was not a scratch on him. No scars, no birthmarks, all clear. He wore a white-cotton shirt that hugged his figure, he had a brown trench-coat thrown over his shoulder, held with a hand. With blue jeans on and black dress pants. His hair was black and extremely curly. To some, he looked like a man made in heaven.
To Deborah, it felt like the devil was right in front of her.
Suddenly, the moment between herself and Shannon was interrupted when all those Premonitions... malicious feelings in the back of her head... went on overdrive. It was telling her that something god-awful was where he was standing. The only problem was that she wasn't exactly right in the head. Everything was still blurry, and she was still trying to figure out what was going on. So the messages her power was giving her didn't register. Deborah looked up at the newcomer (Strange man. Attracted by the collapsing boat) with groggy eyes. "Who..." Deborah vocalized, "Who are you....?" Her gaze didn't leave him. She wanted to get much out of him as possible. But... the more she looked (He is not who you think he is) the more and more she wanted to leave (Run now, while there's time).
Shannon had no choice but to share the same sentiments as Deborah. It was in her nature to be distrustful of people as possible - Hell, even coming up with reasons not to trust people. But this guy... She didn't have a extra-sensory ability like Deborah did, but he gave her the creeps. Shannon narrowed her eyes, and looked at all the clothes he had, all the clothes she could control. If he tried anything, she'd be the first to take him down. Tie him up like a pinata. For now, Shannon used all of her strength to pull Deborah away from him. Creating as much distance as she could. But keeping her eyes on him the whole time.
Ben moved hearing the new voice. The sheer demeanor coming off of this new person put him on edge, and he didn't know why. He caught himself wondering why he was acting this way, as he was normally a much more friendly person. How Deborah was reacting to the whole situation only served to put him more on edge. He took a defensive precaution, and stepped forward, placing himself between the group and this new person. He very rarely wanted to speak, or yearned for the ability he was born without, but now was one of those times that he wished his body did not lack the ability to vocalize his thoughts. Instead he had to rely on body language, and placed his feet shoulderwidth apart, and crossed his huge arms over his chest as to appear slightly more imposing. He wasnt attempting to intimidate this newcomer, no, he wanted to make sure that this person knew oh his presence. The others had seen what he was capable of. He hoped they wouldn't mind him stepping up to bat for them in a situation such as this one. But for now he could do nothing more than that. He wished for the situation to be defused with words over fists. He was there in case the peaceful option wasnt going to happen. He himself would much rather not fight.
The stranger smirked. Looking up at Ben, who seemed to have taken a defensive position. He's seen it before. Putting yourself between the group and your antagonist... It warranted a small bout of laughter. He put up a finger, "Big man.... Am I really this intimidating?" He looked down at his body. ".... Hmph, perhaps I am. But that isn't the point." He walked over to Ben, with that trench coat slung over his shoulder. "I'm not here to cause you any problems, I just heard such a massive stir that I decided to investigate." The Strange man walked around Ben, surely getting blocked again, but he only wanted a good spot to look at the, now destroyed, cruise ship. He made a whistling sound, "... You kids sure pack a punch...."
Ben shook his head, not believeing a word the stranger said, and stepped sideways to block the stranger again. He locked eyes with him, and then nodded backwards to the people behind him. If he wanted to get too close, he'd have to get their permission first, wait for them to leave, or simply find a different spot to view from. It wasnt like the destroyed ship was going anywhere now.
Thank God he's so big... Shannon thought to herself as she watched Ben block this strange man. It went without saying that Shannon didn't believe a word out of this man's mouth. She was about to say something herself, but she kept her mouth covered for good reason. This fellow would get the message soon enough. He's not wanted here, and would have to go somewhere else to cause some trouble.
"... Answer my question." Deborah perked up, holding the side of her head with a palm. Even while she isn't right in the head, she still wanted to know about this strange man. The best way to learn more is to get him to talk. Her power will disciper what is lies and what is truth.
"Debs, lie down, you're not right-" Shannon tried to silence her lover, but was cut off even by her.
"... No, I want you to answer my question. Just who are you? Why are you here? What are you doing?"
Hm... Now The Stranger turned his head over to Deborah and Shannon. He gave them a brief examination, before laughing. This girl was certainly the curious one... dripping blood, but asking questions like she was in power here. But that blood was something that excited him. Some of it floated off Deborah.... before dropping to the sand as if it was a drop of rain. The Stranger knew that Ben wouldn't let him by, so he remained where he was.
"Who am I? What am I?" The Stranger replied cheekily, laughing some more. "I'll give you the simple answer, my name is Luís and you can say that I'm new here on this island...." That was the simple answer. "Someone who needs to work out some things with your Headmaster."
Red was still dizzy from their little mishappening and the blood loss, but was still conscious enough to realize that this guy, Luis, was an ominous presence. Red had dealt with many shady figures in the past, so he was familiar with that aura, albeit this one was different. He was the first person he didn't get any important information from seeing him, no scars, no marks, no specific traits. It was abnormal. Even his motives were unclear. He was attracted to the mess made by Chris? Yeah sure, this is normal. But what kind of business does he have with Dellamore? Is he a friend of his, or is it something different? Many questions arised and Red wasn't one to wait. He placed Chris, whom he had on his back because he collapsed from the adventure and approached the stranger. His eye was burning from the flowing blood, but this didn't matter at the moment. He was dead set of finding out what this man wanted.
"So...Luis, you said you have business with Dellamore, which brings us to to the question, what is your relationship with him? To be clear, I don't trust a word you said. You reek of suspicion. So why don't you enlighten some of us? You just happened to be out here? I can't really think that you could take a wrong turn and get lost when the Academy is this big. So, were you spying on us?" He coldly said.
Luis turned towards Red, and gave him a dry glare. So this kid wants to know more? He had answered everything he needed to when it came to Deborah. "Curious type, huh?" He laughed some more, smirking devilishly. He wasn't going to spill the beans just yet. Especially to these people. "To answer your question..." Luis started off, walking towards Red, and getting blocked by Ben yet again. He rolled his eyes. "... What you need to worry about is just who the Headmaster has been making business with. And just who's toes he's been stepping on. Otherwise, it's best that you mind your own damn business...." Luis threw his head back laughing. "'Cause, it's between me and him. Not you. Not anyone else. And it's better that way."
Red passed by Ben and stood right in front of Luis. Sure, he lacked the physical appearance of the living greenhouse that was with them, but he would always deal with anyone he associated face to face. His face against Luis' and he pointed Deborah with his thumb, while looking at him straight in the eyes.
"You want to play mysterious? Be my guest. But since my friend over there doesn't like you, I don't, either. So, whatever your your game is with Dellamore, I advise you that it has nothing to do with the students..."
"Red!" Shannon hissed through her teeth, she was at the end of her rope right now. "Shut up!" Seriously, there wasn't anymore to say about this, and they have literally no idea who this guy is. For all they know, he could have a band of psychopaths on this island somewhere ready to kill everyone! Whoever this man was, Shannon didn't want to know.
"... You're right." Luis said, turning his head to Shannon for a moment and noting her presence. Luis continued, "I'm merely playing mysterious for your protection, and honestly... For now, it doesn't involve the students." Luis realized how pointless this conversation was. So he turned away from Red and said, "If you really must know who I am, and what my business with the school is, then I suggest you bring it up with your illustrious Headmaster." Luis smirked, "Until next time..." Before he disappeared into the treelines.
To be seen again.
Ben rolled his eyes. This was incredibly tiring and boring, and frankly the coffee he had earlier was beginning to wear off and he wanted to take a nap or at least take a break from all of this teenage adventure shit. He was twenty two years old, he was too old for this. So he took action. He stepped back and away from Luis and proceeded to lead the rest of the group away from the man. It was obvious that Luis wanted to see the shipwreck. No need to be there anymore, as he seemed to be really fucking interested in the ship or whatever and who were they to impede that by not going back to campus and checking for injuries? Deborah could be having a fucking brain heart attack or something and they would have no idea. Then Red passed him, and Ben, frankly being 110% done, proceeded to pick up Red and hold him under his arm like a surfboard. He waved goodbye to Luis, and forced the group on their way. He was not feeling like an argument right now. Manhandling people was not outside of his realms of pacifism.
Thank God everyone's leaving. Just like they should have like five minutes ago. Shannon sneered, rolling her eyes. Not one objection came out of her mouth as Ben forced them along. Shannon had Deborah over her shoulder, and she kept going. "Bunch of god damn morons if you ask me, Debs," Shannon said to her lover, "... What was the fucking point of that exchange?"
Deborah was still processing everything, she had learned that there was something about Luis... He had something to do with the school, and whatever it was, it wasn't good for the students. "I... There was a point to that... I learned something."
Shannon raised an eyebrow, asking, "... And what's that?"
"... There's something very wrong here. I can't put my finger on it, but...." Deborah noticed that, as they put more and more distance between themselves and Luis, the more that feeling of dread and evil vanished. "... He has something to do with it... I think he was here the whole time."
"If you're saying what I think you're saying," Shannon looked at Deborah, "Then I'm not taking any chances."
"Alright... Let's head back to my dorm room... I wanna get some rest. Sleep off this damn overload..."
"... Will there be room for two?" Shannon asked, sultry.
"You know it..."
"... Now, now... What's with all the racket?" A new voice spoke, calm, or even sarcastic. Everyone's eyes turned towards him, and saw him leaning against a tree, a cigarette in han. He was the very visage of shady. Tall, muscular, had an off feeling about him. He was caucasian, but his facial features were consistent with those from Spain. He was quite handsome, and what supplemented this was that there was not a scratch on him. No scars, no birthmarks, all clear. He wore a white-cotton shirt that hugged his figure, he had a brown trench-coat thrown over his shoulder, held with a hand. With blue jeans on and black dress pants. His hair was black and extremely curly. To some, he looked like a man made in heaven.
To Deborah, it felt like the devil was right in front of her.
Suddenly, the moment between herself and Shannon was interrupted when all those Premonitions... malicious feelings in the back of her head... went on overdrive. It was telling her that something god-awful was where he was standing. The only problem was that she wasn't exactly right in the head. Everything was still blurry, and she was still trying to figure out what was going on. So the messages her power was giving her didn't register. Deborah looked up at the newcomer (Strange man. Attracted by the collapsing boat) with groggy eyes. "Who..." Deborah vocalized, "Who are you....?" Her gaze didn't leave him. She wanted to get much out of him as possible. But... the more she looked (He is not who you think he is) the more and more she wanted to leave (Run now, while there's time).
Shannon had no choice but to share the same sentiments as Deborah. It was in her nature to be distrustful of people as possible - Hell, even coming up with reasons not to trust people. But this guy... She didn't have a extra-sensory ability like Deborah did, but he gave her the creeps. Shannon narrowed her eyes, and looked at all the clothes he had, all the clothes she could control. If he tried anything, she'd be the first to take him down. Tie him up like a pinata. For now, Shannon used all of her strength to pull Deborah away from him. Creating as much distance as she could. But keeping her eyes on him the whole time.
Ben moved hearing the new voice. The sheer demeanor coming off of this new person put him on edge, and he didn't know why. He caught himself wondering why he was acting this way, as he was normally a much more friendly person. How Deborah was reacting to the whole situation only served to put him more on edge. He took a defensive precaution, and stepped forward, placing himself between the group and this new person. He very rarely wanted to speak, or yearned for the ability he was born without, but now was one of those times that he wished his body did not lack the ability to vocalize his thoughts. Instead he had to rely on body language, and placed his feet shoulderwidth apart, and crossed his huge arms over his chest as to appear slightly more imposing. He wasnt attempting to intimidate this newcomer, no, he wanted to make sure that this person knew oh his presence. The others had seen what he was capable of. He hoped they wouldn't mind him stepping up to bat for them in a situation such as this one. But for now he could do nothing more than that. He wished for the situation to be defused with words over fists. He was there in case the peaceful option wasnt going to happen. He himself would much rather not fight.
The stranger smirked. Looking up at Ben, who seemed to have taken a defensive position. He's seen it before. Putting yourself between the group and your antagonist... It warranted a small bout of laughter. He put up a finger, "Big man.... Am I really this intimidating?" He looked down at his body. ".... Hmph, perhaps I am. But that isn't the point." He walked over to Ben, with that trench coat slung over his shoulder. "I'm not here to cause you any problems, I just heard such a massive stir that I decided to investigate." The Strange man walked around Ben, surely getting blocked again, but he only wanted a good spot to look at the, now destroyed, cruise ship. He made a whistling sound, "... You kids sure pack a punch...."
Ben shook his head, not believeing a word the stranger said, and stepped sideways to block the stranger again. He locked eyes with him, and then nodded backwards to the people behind him. If he wanted to get too close, he'd have to get their permission first, wait for them to leave, or simply find a different spot to view from. It wasnt like the destroyed ship was going anywhere now.
Thank God he's so big... Shannon thought to herself as she watched Ben block this strange man. It went without saying that Shannon didn't believe a word out of this man's mouth. She was about to say something herself, but she kept her mouth covered for good reason. This fellow would get the message soon enough. He's not wanted here, and would have to go somewhere else to cause some trouble.
"... Answer my question." Deborah perked up, holding the side of her head with a palm. Even while she isn't right in the head, she still wanted to know about this strange man. The best way to learn more is to get him to talk. Her power will disciper what is lies and what is truth.
"Debs, lie down, you're not right-" Shannon tried to silence her lover, but was cut off even by her.
"... No, I want you to answer my question. Just who are you? Why are you here? What are you doing?"
Hm... Now The Stranger turned his head over to Deborah and Shannon. He gave them a brief examination, before laughing. This girl was certainly the curious one... dripping blood, but asking questions like she was in power here. But that blood was something that excited him. Some of it floated off Deborah.... before dropping to the sand as if it was a drop of rain. The Stranger knew that Ben wouldn't let him by, so he remained where he was.
"Who am I? What am I?" The Stranger replied cheekily, laughing some more. "I'll give you the simple answer, my name is Luís and you can say that I'm new here on this island...." That was the simple answer. "Someone who needs to work out some things with your Headmaster."
Red was still dizzy from their little mishappening and the blood loss, but was still conscious enough to realize that this guy, Luis, was an ominous presence. Red had dealt with many shady figures in the past, so he was familiar with that aura, albeit this one was different. He was the first person he didn't get any important information from seeing him, no scars, no marks, no specific traits. It was abnormal. Even his motives were unclear. He was attracted to the mess made by Chris? Yeah sure, this is normal. But what kind of business does he have with Dellamore? Is he a friend of his, or is it something different? Many questions arised and Red wasn't one to wait. He placed Chris, whom he had on his back because he collapsed from the adventure and approached the stranger. His eye was burning from the flowing blood, but this didn't matter at the moment. He was dead set of finding out what this man wanted.
"So...Luis, you said you have business with Dellamore, which brings us to to the question, what is your relationship with him? To be clear, I don't trust a word you said. You reek of suspicion. So why don't you enlighten some of us? You just happened to be out here? I can't really think that you could take a wrong turn and get lost when the Academy is this big. So, were you spying on us?" He coldly said.
Luis turned towards Red, and gave him a dry glare. So this kid wants to know more? He had answered everything he needed to when it came to Deborah. "Curious type, huh?" He laughed some more, smirking devilishly. He wasn't going to spill the beans just yet. Especially to these people. "To answer your question..." Luis started off, walking towards Red, and getting blocked by Ben yet again. He rolled his eyes. "... What you need to worry about is just who the Headmaster has been making business with. And just who's toes he's been stepping on. Otherwise, it's best that you mind your own damn business...." Luis threw his head back laughing. "'Cause, it's between me and him. Not you. Not anyone else. And it's better that way."
Red passed by Ben and stood right in front of Luis. Sure, he lacked the physical appearance of the living greenhouse that was with them, but he would always deal with anyone he associated face to face. His face against Luis' and he pointed Deborah with his thumb, while looking at him straight in the eyes.
"You want to play mysterious? Be my guest. But since my friend over there doesn't like you, I don't, either. So, whatever your your game is with Dellamore, I advise you that it has nothing to do with the students..."
"Red!" Shannon hissed through her teeth, she was at the end of her rope right now. "Shut up!" Seriously, there wasn't anymore to say about this, and they have literally no idea who this guy is. For all they know, he could have a band of psychopaths on this island somewhere ready to kill everyone! Whoever this man was, Shannon didn't want to know.
"... You're right." Luis said, turning his head to Shannon for a moment and noting her presence. Luis continued, "I'm merely playing mysterious for your protection, and honestly... For now, it doesn't involve the students." Luis realized how pointless this conversation was. So he turned away from Red and said, "If you really must know who I am, and what my business with the school is, then I suggest you bring it up with your illustrious Headmaster." Luis smirked, "Until next time..." Before he disappeared into the treelines.
To be seen again.
Ben rolled his eyes. This was incredibly tiring and boring, and frankly the coffee he had earlier was beginning to wear off and he wanted to take a nap or at least take a break from all of this teenage adventure shit. He was twenty two years old, he was too old for this. So he took action. He stepped back and away from Luis and proceeded to lead the rest of the group away from the man. It was obvious that Luis wanted to see the shipwreck. No need to be there anymore, as he seemed to be really fucking interested in the ship or whatever and who were they to impede that by not going back to campus and checking for injuries? Deborah could be having a fucking brain heart attack or something and they would have no idea. Then Red passed him, and Ben, frankly being 110% done, proceeded to pick up Red and hold him under his arm like a surfboard. He waved goodbye to Luis, and forced the group on their way. He was not feeling like an argument right now. Manhandling people was not outside of his realms of pacifism.
Thank God everyone's leaving. Just like they should have like five minutes ago. Shannon sneered, rolling her eyes. Not one objection came out of her mouth as Ben forced them along. Shannon had Deborah over her shoulder, and she kept going. "Bunch of god damn morons if you ask me, Debs," Shannon said to her lover, "... What was the fucking point of that exchange?"
Deborah was still processing everything, she had learned that there was something about Luis... He had something to do with the school, and whatever it was, it wasn't good for the students. "I... There was a point to that... I learned something."
Shannon raised an eyebrow, asking, "... And what's that?"
"... There's something very wrong here. I can't put my finger on it, but...." Deborah noticed that, as they put more and more distance between themselves and Luis, the more that feeling of dread and evil vanished. "... He has something to do with it... I think he was here the whole time."
"If you're saying what I think you're saying," Shannon looked at Deborah, "Then I'm not taking any chances."
"Alright... Let's head back to my dorm room... I wanna get some rest. Sleep off this damn overload..."
"... Will there be room for two?" Shannon asked, sultry.
"You know it..."
Zakattacks said
Right. I have my character sheet ready. Do I post it on here, or on another thread?[EDIT] Posted it in there!
I like the sheet! It has Jazzy approval.
Henry Olin
As soon as Atticus hit the water Henry was upon him. He was fast on land, and just as fast in the water. He saw the man struggle and was about to haul him out of the water, only for the boy to take a different form. He seemed to become more comfortable almost immediately, going as far as to take off his shoes and socks to be a bit better at swimming. The fish man swam up to him, and motioned. When me made the upwards motion, Henry shook his head no, and swam to the surface. He was a diver, and to him that motion meant to surface. As soon as he was up he released air from his lungs like he would normally, but still continued to breath through his skin, as he was still mostly submerged in the water. He had no idea what Codi was planning, only that she wanted to prank him. Not push him off a god damn waterfall. That wasn't a prank, that was dangerous. He swam over to the wall of the waterfall and latched onto the stony surface, and pulled himself up. Henry was extremely strong, and very capable of climbing the waterfall. He hadn't heard Dana's return over the roar of the water. He was climbing to reprimand Codi.
But when he was about three quarters of the way up, he heard his friend's beg for her to get him and double timed his efforts. He quite nearly flew up the rocky outcrop, and launched himself off of edge and back to the surface. "YOU." he said, pointing to Codi. "...We need to talk." he said, before loosing his attention in her to place it back upon Dana. "Dana, Jesus are you okay?" he said, kneeling down next to his friend who looked like she was about to start sobbing. He gave her a quick once over for injuries, but couldn't see any visible ones. "Dana, Dana," he said, shaking her lightly. "What's wrong, speak to me, I'm here. What happened? Where's Asae?"
Ben Voss
Ben looked over to his sister, who was asking him rhetorically if the place looked like fun. Ben gave Pink the thumbs up and his usual bright smile. He watched her draw her attention away, then run and jump into the water. He stroked his beard, thinking about how they would get there. Pink might be able to, but it'd be really draining for her and she could probably only take one or two people at a time. He narrowed his eyes, and looked to the boats, then to the forest.
Cue epiphany stick.
Ben then marched into the forest without a word, even if he could speak he probably wouldn't have said anything, and took a deep breath. Taking off his shoes and socks, he sat down, and grew still. He concentrated, just as he always did when he did something like this. The whole forest grew silent, and remained like that for a solid minute. Deborah would probably be able to pick up on that, and link his absence to it. His whole body hummed for a minute, before small wooden structures sprouted from the ground. They seemed like normal plants for a second, but their growth rate accelerated immensely immediately. They exploded from the ground, wrapping around Ben's body like a wooden cocoon. Moss and mushrooms and vines all came with the wood, picking up dirt packing it together, before surrounding it with wood and more plant life. Atop the great structure a wooden head sprouted, and marking soon sunk into the bark. The 'eyes' glowed bright yellow, showing the being had vision. The being creaked, and for a moment, did absolutely nothing but sit there.
The forest resumed it's noise, and the structure came to life.
It slowly but surely stood up on it's two legs, and the great golem rose to it's feet. It stood twelve feet tall, and weighed several thousand pounds in dirt, wood, plant matter, and Ben, who was at the center of his little (or big) shell. As it rose, it's head turned from side to side, surveying the scene. It's huge arms reached around it, and opened their hands. After a few seconds, two gigantic pillars of wood came up to meet the Golem's palms. it did this a three more times, and then as the eight pillars were erected, they were destroyed. The Golem's wooden hand began to warp into a huge axe like appendage, and with a slow but mighty chop, the wood was cut fairly nearly near the base of the pillars, leaving what looked to be a bunch of tree stumps. After gathering each of the pillars, four under each arm, the great golem marched back to the beach. It knew people would be surprised, but it hoped Pink would keep everyone from attacking it. It set the pillars down near the tree line, each standing up. It's axe hand had long since degenerated back into a normal hand. With it's other arm, a long and thick vine sprouted from it's back and traveled down it's arm, wrapping around it every so often before coming out near the being wrist. It swung the vine around the pieces of wood and grabbed it with the same hand. It's free hand's wood warped into a blade. It was simple, not too sharp or dangerous looking. It was probably only a foot long, tiny compared to the one who wielded it. With this blade it cut the vine, and tied the ends together. It did the same thing for the bottom, and repeated it again with the other four logs, and when it was finished, grabbed the ends with both hand and lifted one, before bringing them over and laying them down near the water. It repeated this with the other.
Two rafts for travel.
It looked over to Pink.
Water force (hopefully) courtesy of Pink. Giant leaves didnt make the best for supporting the stress of wind power.
As soon as Atticus hit the water Henry was upon him. He was fast on land, and just as fast in the water. He saw the man struggle and was about to haul him out of the water, only for the boy to take a different form. He seemed to become more comfortable almost immediately, going as far as to take off his shoes and socks to be a bit better at swimming. The fish man swam up to him, and motioned. When me made the upwards motion, Henry shook his head no, and swam to the surface. He was a diver, and to him that motion meant to surface. As soon as he was up he released air from his lungs like he would normally, but still continued to breath through his skin, as he was still mostly submerged in the water. He had no idea what Codi was planning, only that she wanted to prank him. Not push him off a god damn waterfall. That wasn't a prank, that was dangerous. He swam over to the wall of the waterfall and latched onto the stony surface, and pulled himself up. Henry was extremely strong, and very capable of climbing the waterfall. He hadn't heard Dana's return over the roar of the water. He was climbing to reprimand Codi.
But when he was about three quarters of the way up, he heard his friend's beg for her to get him and double timed his efforts. He quite nearly flew up the rocky outcrop, and launched himself off of edge and back to the surface. "YOU." he said, pointing to Codi. "...We need to talk." he said, before loosing his attention in her to place it back upon Dana. "Dana, Jesus are you okay?" he said, kneeling down next to his friend who looked like she was about to start sobbing. He gave her a quick once over for injuries, but couldn't see any visible ones. "Dana, Dana," he said, shaking her lightly. "What's wrong, speak to me, I'm here. What happened? Where's Asae?"
Ben Voss
Ben looked over to his sister, who was asking him rhetorically if the place looked like fun. Ben gave Pink the thumbs up and his usual bright smile. He watched her draw her attention away, then run and jump into the water. He stroked his beard, thinking about how they would get there. Pink might be able to, but it'd be really draining for her and she could probably only take one or two people at a time. He narrowed his eyes, and looked to the boats, then to the forest.
Cue epiphany stick.
Ben then marched into the forest without a word, even if he could speak he probably wouldn't have said anything, and took a deep breath. Taking off his shoes and socks, he sat down, and grew still. He concentrated, just as he always did when he did something like this. The whole forest grew silent, and remained like that for a solid minute. Deborah would probably be able to pick up on that, and link his absence to it. His whole body hummed for a minute, before small wooden structures sprouted from the ground. They seemed like normal plants for a second, but their growth rate accelerated immensely immediately. They exploded from the ground, wrapping around Ben's body like a wooden cocoon. Moss and mushrooms and vines all came with the wood, picking up dirt packing it together, before surrounding it with wood and more plant life. Atop the great structure a wooden head sprouted, and marking soon sunk into the bark. The 'eyes' glowed bright yellow, showing the being had vision. The being creaked, and for a moment, did absolutely nothing but sit there.
The forest resumed it's noise, and the structure came to life.
It slowly but surely stood up on it's two legs, and the great golem rose to it's feet. It stood twelve feet tall, and weighed several thousand pounds in dirt, wood, plant matter, and Ben, who was at the center of his little (or big) shell. As it rose, it's head turned from side to side, surveying the scene. It's huge arms reached around it, and opened their hands. After a few seconds, two gigantic pillars of wood came up to meet the Golem's palms. it did this a three more times, and then as the eight pillars were erected, they were destroyed. The Golem's wooden hand began to warp into a huge axe like appendage, and with a slow but mighty chop, the wood was cut fairly nearly near the base of the pillars, leaving what looked to be a bunch of tree stumps. After gathering each of the pillars, four under each arm, the great golem marched back to the beach. It knew people would be surprised, but it hoped Pink would keep everyone from attacking it. It set the pillars down near the tree line, each standing up. It's axe hand had long since degenerated back into a normal hand. With it's other arm, a long and thick vine sprouted from it's back and traveled down it's arm, wrapping around it every so often before coming out near the being wrist. It swung the vine around the pieces of wood and grabbed it with the same hand. It's free hand's wood warped into a blade. It was simple, not too sharp or dangerous looking. It was probably only a foot long, tiny compared to the one who wielded it. With this blade it cut the vine, and tied the ends together. It did the same thing for the bottom, and repeated it again with the other four logs, and when it was finished, grabbed the ends with both hand and lifted one, before bringing them over and laying them down near the water. It repeated this with the other.
Two rafts for travel.
It looked over to Pink.
Water force (hopefully) courtesy of Pink. Giant leaves didnt make the best for supporting the stress of wind power.
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