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

-The Morning After Hound Sattelite Attack-

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Maddy's heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the alleyway. Shadows leapt out at her, faceless men with arms outstretched grabbed at her as she dodged left and right, turning down an endless maze of alleyways. A loud angry buzzing got closer and closer before Maddy realized it was the roar of a motorcycle engine ripping by. There was a loud bang as Maddy clutched her chest, falling through a glass barrel into a sea of green. She tried to pull herself free, but the liquid sucked her down. She tried to scream, and something gently pressed into her chest.

Maddy twitched slightly, still feeling like she was in a fog. She tried to open her eyes, only for the daylight to blind her. As her eyes adjusted and the world around her became coherent, something in front of her mewed softly. Opening her eyes fully, she looked back as Kaiser continued kneading her chest with his paws.

"H-hey buddy," she said softly, untangling an arm from her blankets to scratch the cat behind the ears. "Thanks for the wake up. Was having a bad dream..."

Taking a moment to look around as Kaiser purred softly, Maddy soon gleaned that she was back in her apartment again. Instead of being in her bedroom though, someone had set her up on the sofa with a warm blanket. She also realized with a start that the big TV she played her console games on was plugged into a laptop she didn't recognize and was playing Steven Universe at a low volume.

"Oh, hey. Glad to see you're up."

Maddy sat up with a start at the unfamiliar voice from behind her. It belonged to a woman around her age with shoulder length blonde hair and square glasses, currently in the process of tugging off a pair of oven mitts. Maybe it was because she just woke up, but Maddy couldn't help but feel she heard her somewhere before.

"Didn't mean to scare you," the woman apologized. "I don't suppose you remember me from last night, you were pretty...er...out of it."

The awkward avoidance in the woman's voice confused Maddy before the memory of what happened hit her like a brick wall. Maddy had indeed been out of it, so long as you read 'out of it' as 'reduced to a quivering blubbering wreck on the floor of a stranger's car'. Feeling her face burn red with embarrassment and humiliation, she quickly averted her eyes from the woman, trying to busy herself by scratching Kaiser behind the ears again. She barely noticed the woman vanishing into the kitchen and reappearing with a plate overflowing with muffins.

"Here, have some breakfast," the woman said sympathetically. "Banana bread muffins, I made them myself. Don't worry, I used my own ingredients," she added with a chuckle. Maddy's stomach growled angry as the admittedly delicious scent of the muffins hit her, and against her better judgement she reached out and grabbed one to munch on.

"This are quite tasty, actually."

"Thanks, uh, Madeline," the woman said, grabbing her own muffin and biting a chunk off.

"Maddy is fine, Maddy Fen Ming. You were Terra, right?"

"Terra Vespa," Terra stated. "I'm studying and working with Aleks, if you don't know."

"Where is he anyway? He's missing out on the muffins," Maddy asked, looking around the room curiously.

"He was out getting news and some emergency supplies. We didn't want to leave you alone here, I hope you don't mind us spending the night."

"No no, it's fine. Thank you though."

"Sure thing."

Maddy and Terra made short work of the muffins and mostly spent the rest of the morning relaxing, watching shows on the laptop and occasionally chatting about video games and other minutia. Despite the Hound attacks and the humiliation of the previous night still weighing heavily on her mind, Maddy managed to move somewhat past the whole ugly mess, and was even starting to feel like the day was going to be pretty good considering the circumstances, up until-

"So...how long have you been able to change your size?"

Maddy felt her heart freeze solid and slam into her windpipe as Terra asked the innocent question.

"You were shrinking and growing in your sleep a little bit," Terra went on as Maddy wished with all her heart that she could just melt into the floorboards and stay there for a while. "I don't know if you told Aleks yet, so I covered for you, don't worry."

"Worry!?!" Maddy blurted out. "I...who...you...AAAGH!"

Terra bit her lip uncomfortably as Maddy slipped off the couch and squeezed her face into a throw pillow, trying hard not to throw up the banana bread muffins she just enjoyed. The poor size-changed never felt more like a jenga tower in her life as her anxiety over her powers being discovered collapsed into the mire of her worry about the Hounds attack and humiliation from the mental breakdown, the end result being every bit of her wanting to run screaming out the door and jump in the nearest body of water.

"Sorry..." Terra said meekly. "I didn't know how to broach the subject and I was thinking...well, look." Maddy felt a hand gently tap her shoulder, and she glanced up to see...herself. The other Maddy gave a weak smile as the real Maddy stared in disbelief at her seemingly perfect doppelganger.

"T-Terra? You're a-"

"A metahuman, yes," the other Maddy said in her voice. Closing her eyes in concentration, the other Maddy's hair and features shimmered, shifting in shape and color until Terra sat in front of Maddy again, replacing the glasses on her face as her features solidified and returned to normal. "You should see me do impressions sometime."

They both laughed at themselves in spite of the circumstances, Maddy's anxiety having been tempered somewhat by the surprise of seeing someone change their shape right in front of her.

"But yeah...sorry if I scared you at all. I just figured you'd want to know you were doing that, in case someone else saw you."

"I appreciate it, thank you," Maddy said. "How long were you a...metahuman, out of curiosity? I only found out about mine recently."

"I found out when my hair started changing color in high school," Terra said. "If you want, I can share with you some techniques I have to help me keep my form solid, might help you with your size thing."


"That'd be great, actually," Maddy said, getting somewhat unsteadily to her feet. "Don't want to accidentally pop out of my clothes in front of someone, that'd be pretty bad."

"Shame they don't have a fabric that grows with you like in the comics," Terra laughed before spotting a conspiratorial grin from Maddy. "No...you actually have a magic fabric like that?"

"Better yet, I invented it."

"Get out!"

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"Hey guys, I'm back!" Aleks called out as he shouldered open the front door and stepped into Maddy's apartment with an armful of groceries and other supplies. "I think Bernie's price gouged me but I managed to get all the essential-"

Aleks yelped slightly as he tripped over a wire trailing across the floor. To his surprise, he found the culprit to belong to one of the hordes of gaming consoles now scattered haphazardly across the floor in front of the TV, each with a pair of controllers in a messy but vaguely organized arrangement as well as a small pile of game casings and cartridges. Aleks wondered what bomb had dropped in the room and where the girls had gone to before he spotted a hastily written note sitting prominently on the end table complete with several smiley faces and hearts doodled around the edges.

Hey Aleks, going to get some lunch. See you in a bit!
-Ter and Mads

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

@stoneString No worries, life always comes before RP. Hope you get home safely :)

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Patch Notes: Kaiser Update 1.2

Klara's moveset feels a little lacking, so she's getting some new and expanded specials to help her shine a little brighter!

-Ice Blast no longer restricted to one shape.

-New Special Move, Permafrost Punchers: Klara can create ice gauntlets on her hands for extra punching power and extend swords made of ice from them in case more reach and cutting power are needed. The blades are sharp but fragile, and the gauntlets and swords can be fired off similarly to an Ice Blast

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

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"Do you hear that, my child?"

The loyal servant squinted, temporarily blinded by the light as she and her Master emerged from the entrance to the ancient shrine, back out into the biting cold winds. The arena was some distance away, but smoke plumes were already rising from the sides, and the cacophonous roar was audible even at this distance and through the driving rain.

"It's...beautiful, my lord," the servant stammered.

"They cry out in victory," the Master said triumphantly as he held his fist aloft, the magical gauntlet on his hand shimmering in what little light remains. "They repay the children of Jimmu for every life taken from them, one for every brother and father taken...one for every daughter..." The servant clutched her robe tightly around herself as stone oni charged from the entrance behind her, barreling towards the arena to participate in the sacking.

"It is a shame their voices do not return with them," the servant said offhand.

"Hm?" The Master turned sharply to her, his gaze fixing on the cowering servant intently. "What is it you are saying, my child?"

"Well, sadly my lord, they are unable to speak on your behalf," the servant continued cautiously. "The crimes of the children of Jimmu are ancient. Many will not remember why they face this retribution." The Master pondered this, flexing the fingers on the magical gauntlet contemplatively.

"It cannot be helped," the Master said. "But the blood will be repaid nonetheless."

"But Master," the servant said reverently, tugging her face scarf tighter around her. "To the children it will just be slaughter, like the slaughter they once brought to these Oni. Without knowing what is amiss, surely they will appear no better then the humans that-"

The servant stopped with a strangled yelp as the Master suddenly lurched forward, clenching his fist around her small neck and lifting her into the air.

"You. DARE. To. Call. Us. HUMAN!?!?" The master, spitting every word at her with a ferocity that burned white-hot even in the cold mountain air.

"I...master...please..." The servant choked for breath as she began to pass out, only to be shocked awake as the master tossed her aside like a rag doll, leaving her a sputtering wreck in the snow.

"If you were not owed a debt from me for my return," the master warned her. "I would have torn you in two for that remark."

"F-forgive me, my lord," the servant said, weeping with both utter terror and relief. "I...only wish to see justice served..."

The Master sighed, looking at his whimpering servant groveling at his feet, pondering her words more thoroughly then before. "Hmm...perhaps the children do need to know what this punishment is for. If only so that justice be served at long last."

"None have suffered more then you have, my lord," the servant said meekly. "But if you ask of me, I will eagerly be your herald."

"That will be... unneeded, my child," the master said, loosening his overcoat in preparation as he looked up at the dark clouds circling faster and faster. "I must see to the enchantment...but for the sake of justice, I will not hide behind others like a coward."

Then over the driving rain and the distant roars, a new sound echoed up to the mountains, a sound like a rushing wind. The servant and her master looked to the distant valley, where a large figure sped towards the arena riding a trail of ice.

The Master scowled as he watched the figure moving towards the arena brawl. "Who is this that dares to interfere?"

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The situation was grim. Her handler from Sanctum would have looked white as a ghost if he wasn't already one when he told her the news that the Mount Fuji shrine had been unsealed. Everyone knew that the unsealing of that shrine meant the end of Nihon, and the death of millions of people from a threat that could tear the world apart.

Still, Klara couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. It was her first mission after all, and a rather important one too, even if her only real qualification for the assignment was being one of the only Mythics here that could respond to the threat. She was ready though, and she was going to knock this one out of the park, ironically by knocking her way into one.

"Coming through!" Klara shouted as she Subzero Slide-d up behind a charging band of Oni, knocking aside the few that didn't jump out of the way and catching one on her shoulder and throwing it behind her, where it hit the ground head first with a stony sounding 'crunch!'. The Oni ahead of her turned around at the sound of a conflict, surprised to see an enemy nearly as big as they were, and charged forward, their weapons raised.

"But we are headed in the same direction! No need to be upset!" Klara pointed out, throwing down a Treacherous Floe to slip up a few charging into the front, sliding out of the way as they collapsed like a bunch of dominoes. Klara didn't have time to react before a club swung in her direction, catching the edge of her hood with one of the spikes. "Mind the hood!" she said irritably, shooting a ball of ice in her attacker's direction, which smashed across its face and forced it back. She quickly realized she was getting surrounded however, and summoned a large column of ice in the center of the circle closing around her, high enough to be out of reach of the Oni. Sliding up the side of it nearly vertically, she landed on the top daintily and took a look around. The arena had already been breached, it seemed, and the Oni that were already inside were dwindling, soon to be replaced by the legion trying to clamber up the sides of the ice spire to get her. She couldn't tell how badly the defenders were hurting, but it made the most sense to make her way inside and inform them of what was to come. Klara suddenly staggered on her perch as the ice spire shook violently. Looking down, she saw the Oni beginning to slam their clubs into the ice to shatter it.

"I know of your suffering, my friends," Klara said to the lot of them, despite the fact that they did not appear to listen. Crossing her arms, she built up frost along her arms, which thickened into gauntlets that extended into sharpened blades of ice. "Allow me to bring your souls peace." Leaping down as the spire collapsed from the repeated blows, she summoned another Subzero Slide beneath her feet and began tearing through the stone Oni to reach the arena. Swinging with both blades to cut an oni in half around the middle, she knocked the upper half of the now lifeless statue into the crowd ahead of her, deflecting an oni's club that shattered one of the blades and retaliated with a cleaving uppercut that knocked the head of her attacker clean off. Klara followed up by rapidly firing three ice blasts ahead to clear the crowd and launching the last ice blade into the chest of an Oni ahead of her, jumping off into the air and kicking it deeper into the chest to make it shatter. By this point she was close enough to hear the screaming over the rainfall, and as she traded gauntlet blows with Onis and their clubs, cleaving off more then a few heads in the process, she also spotted an entrance. One of the tunnels the Oni had used to emerge into the arena had caved in, exposing it to the surface, looking like a much easier route then fighting her way through more of them.

"What is that human expression...when in Rome, do as Rome does?" Shrugging off her incorrect musing, she summoned another ice spire behind her without looking, shoving it into the crowd of pursuing Oni to hold them off as she dove into the tunnel. The good news is that it was a short trip and she made it in good time. The bad news was, she came in shortly after someone else had. The Oni made its displeasure known by swinging around at the interloper, leaving Klara barely enough time to duck behind her right gauntlet as the club smashed against it, shattering the ice and the weapon in turn. The ice giantess prepared for a killing blow, but out of the corner of her eye she spotted a lanky looking human in a white t-shirt and gray jeans standing on a pile of stone oni bodies, seemingly unaware of the two Oni charging up the hill behind him.

"Ahh! Hey you, come with me a moment!" The stunned Oni managed a look of surprise before Klara grabbed a hold of him around the neck, freezing her hands around him to get a grip, and hoisting the stone creature over her shoulder, her muscles burning from the sudden effort of lifting the heavy stone. Dashing towards the man on her Subzero Slide, Klara took aim and hurled the Oni bodily, missing the man by inches and crashing into the Oni coming up behind him with a loud crunch. Using the momentum from the effort of throwing the Oni, she swung around and used the remaining gauntlet to deliver a mighty haymaker to the other Oni, shattering it and the gauntlet to pieces. Rolling the shoulder she used to lift the Oni, she completed her location and came to a stop right in front of Al Denton.

"I hope I am not too late to assist!" Klara remarked cheerfully in accented Japanese, turning to look in the direction of the oncoming horde. "Prepare yourself friend, this fight has only just begun!"

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

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Location: Poseidon Energy, Pacific Point

"A laser satellite. A fucking laser satellite, and they can't even find it."

"Perplexing to say the least," Martel said in agreement, idly adjusting his new nameplate on his desk, the one denoting his 'demotion' to the SPARK division, that was knocked askew when Jordan Fletcher slammed both her fists onto it. "It might have belonged to S.T.R.I.K.E. and the Hounds merely stole it, but given that armor the Gargoyle had, I wouldn't put anything past them." Martel might have had a better idea if he hadn't been so exhausted, of course. SPARK had been put on high alert following the Hound terrorist attacks, and thanks to the general chaos unfolding staffing had been skeletal to stay the least. The violently loyal Jordan Fletcher was there though, if only to rant and rail against the "scum-sucking piss-swilling butchers" that were the Hounds of Humanity, which in light of what had happened wasn't exactly hard to disagree with.

"They'd better find the Finger of God fast," Jordan growled, repeating one of the nicknames the media circus gave to the orbiting laser cannon in the wake of the tragedy. "I'll eat this chair if those fuckers don't have that thing pointed at us right now." Jordan's temper subsided slightly as the morbid idea of Pacific Point getting wiped out crossed her mind.

"Let's hope that's a long way off. For now, we need to plan on how to combat this," Martel said, moving across the room in his chair to retrieve some files. "Riley and Mr. Adams have the most experience fighting the Hounds, so we should meet with them to coordinate."

"Sure Riley will be pleased to be fighting with Electric Elvis again," Jordan said with a smirk. "Think she's right outside actually, I can grab her if you want."

"Do so, I'll get the Rabbit Industry reports and see what I can glean from them."

Jordan spun on her heel and exited the office, leaving Martel to thumb through the thick binders he collected, and briskly making her way towards the front desk.

"Yo Riles, Martel wants to talk with you about...uh, you comfortable there, Riley?"

Riley, who had changed out of her usual superhero outfit into her usual comfy jeans and a t-shirt, was reclining along the surface of Jordan's security desk like a bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her pointed ears twitched as she turned her head slightly to spot Jordan.

"Oh...sorry Jordan." Riley turned again to stare at the ceiling, letting out a slight sigh as she did so. Jordan quietly took a seat at her desk, letting the silence hang a bit longer.

"You hanging in there Riles?"

"Yeah..." Riley said glumly. "Just thinking about the attacks on those cities."

"Mmm...it's hard not to." Jordan said, wishing she had something a little more meaningful to say. It wasn't the first time Jordan had seen and experienced a tragedy like this, but Riley had only ever been around for a month, and Jordan felt she had the responsibility to be there for Riley while she comprehended what had happened. Jordan had expected some big talks with all the classic questions about human nature and why its important to keep fighting evil, but Riley's relative silence had thrown her. The alien heroine wasn't exactly shy about expressing her emotions like this.

Still, a quiet moment shared spoke volumes. Jordan just hoped it was saying the right things.

"Um, hello? Is Voyager here?" Jordan and Riley both looked up as a lanky redheaded man in Police Officer blues appeared in the doorway.

"Here I am!" Riley said, attempting to sound perky as she dropped off the desk onto her feet. "I'm not in trouble, am I?"

"Oh no, not at all," the officer said, sniffing slightly as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Jordan couldn't help but noticed they looked unusually red, and Riley had noticed it too, judging by the slight head tilt.

"Is everything okay sir?"

The officer sniffed louder this time, conflicted by Riley's concerned expression. "Nothing really it's...my little brother. He works in Paris, Texas."

"Oh no..."

"I've been trying to get a hold of him or his friends, no luck yet," the officer said, his eyes welling with tears again. "It may be just the phone lines getting jammed, but..."

The officer stumbled over his words slightly as Riley, wordlessly, pulled him into a tight hug. The stunned surprise was enough to break the floodgates though, and the officer reciprocated the hug, gently crying onto her shoulder. After a moment or two, the officer broke off the hug, drying his eyes with his sleeve as he readjusted his jacket.

"Thank you...I think I needed that," the officer said somberly, taking the tissue that Jordan offered from her desk.

"Any time," Riley said with a warm smile. There was a moment of silence before a look of realization crossed the officer's face.

"Oh, right, why I'm here!" The officer cleared his throat as he fished around in his pockets for something. "So, the chief wanted me to pass along something we found, on the off-chance that you were going after the Hounds. You remember Krauss, the Gargoyle?"

"More then I'd like to know," Jordan said coolly, tipping her chair slightly as she leaned back. "I thought he was dead."

"More then you know," the officer recounted. "By all means, once Krauss joined up with the Hounds he was a ghost. Every trace of him post-military was scrubbed clean; we couldn't even dig up a parking ticket on the bastard. We were about to close the case when a visiting detective from the East Coast recognized his profile."

"Ooh, the plot thickens!" Riley said excitably.

"The detective had been investigating a murder and remembered interviewing our general here. Evidently he left quite an unpleasant impression," the officer said with a smirk, as if he asked whether or not anyone was really surprised. "He was innocent to that particular crime, but his interview was still documented, and after a bit of digging through police records we found a few more instances where he popped up in unrelated cases, usually because he was being disruptive. That right there is a collection of security photos and interviews collected at the time, and all of that is enough to say that we think your general spent a good deal of time in-"

"Lost Haven!"

Riley leapt a little bit as Martel unexpectedly appeared behind them, punctuating his statement by slamming the office door behind him why he waved a few pages in the air.

"Er, yes, Lost Haven," the officer said, looking mildly impressed. "How did you know?"

"You were following the general, I followed his base," Martel explained, as Riley and Jordan noticed the name 'Rabbit Motors' on top of the scientist's page. "I've been afflicting a great deal of boredom upon myself to dig through these financial records, and while that Hounds base was still officially part of Rabbit Motors, its utilities and logistic data were rerouted through a location in Lost Haven. Then when I looked deeper, I found out that the place also handled the information of a broadcasting center in Las Vegas. A broadcasting center on the same street of a place called Smithy's Grocery Store."

"I remember that name!" Riley recalled. "There were reports of an altercation between a band of metahumans and some Hound goons at that place!"

Martel nodded. "And coincidentally, the Lost Haven location disconnected the Broadcast center shortly after the attack."

"A general and a shell company of the Hounds spotted in Lost Haven," Jordan recited. "I hear Maine IS nice this time of year..."

Riley, Jordan and Martel all traded looks with each other as they came to a decision. The only decision they could really make.

"The Pacific Point PD can hold the fort, Miss Voyager," the officer said, flashing a salute as he anticipated the choice they were making. "On behalf of all of us...go and put the fear of God in those bastards." The officer made his exit, and as soon as the door snapped shut, the remaining three sprang into action.

"SPARK needs me here, but I can do without my security detail for a while," Martel reminded them, moving to the phone on the desk to dial Briley Patton's number. "If you two get a flight tonight you can make it to Lost Haven by the morning.


"Three of us," Riley corrected him. "I am certain Hound Dog will want to come along as well. I will go and contact him!"

"I've been itching for some real payback against the Hounds," Jordan mused with a devilish grin. "I'll go get our equipment for the trip. And you'd better get your suit ready.

Riley nodded, her chest practically swelling with determination as she pounded a fist into her other hand.

"Let's go kick some Hound butt!"

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

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"Madre de di-unf!"

Camila grunted as one of the screaming patrons of the event careened into her in his mad dash to escape, nearly knocking her backwards over the seat. "Watch where you're going, estupido!" Wiping her rain-soaked hair out of her eyes, she tried to get a good look at what the hell was going on. The downpour was torrential at this point, but even the driving rain wasn't enough to mask the sound of the attacking creature's roar and the loud crack of concrete as the creatures poured over the outside wall and up from below the arena. She rapidly pressed the 'alert' button on her communicator just as she felt the ground move beneath her feet, much closer then before. Camila didn't even have the time to swear violently before one of the stone monsters erupted from beneath where she had been standing moments before.

"Motherfu- YEAGH!" Camila rolled out of the way just before a club came down where her head had been, showering the immediate area with concrete dust. Before it could swing around for another strike, a blast of gunfire sounded from behind, and the stone creature's arm fell to pieces. Camila took the opportunity to scramble to her feet and escape as the creature bellowed and charged at the two MAVERICK grunts who dared to hurt it, catching one and hurling him into the other like a bizarre game of dodgeball.

"Hello, Del Bosque?!? What's going on?!?!"

"Oh thank Mother Mary," Camila shouted into her communicator, relieved to hear Captain Brenton on the line instead of that other ponce. "There's an attack on the arena Brenton, some sort of stone monsters! We need the THUNDERBIRD in here!" Realizing her bag was not with her, Camila leapt over the seats to retrieve it, only to come face to face with yet another stone demon thing.

"That explains why Command deployed the anti-material rifles. Can you make it back to the Quicksilver uplink?"

"Not unless I can fly...FUCK!" Camila dodged the stone hand by mere inches as she grabbed her gear. It was so close that she thought she felt stone scrape across her cheek as she quickly backed away. "Gonna have to use the mobile, it's a bit rough but it's functional."

"I'll save the usual 'it's too dangerous' spiel for later then," Brenton said dryly. "We're setting up THUNDERBIRD now, one minute to readiness." Camila looked up as the Oni lifted its club into the air, certain that she was about to get her head caved in, when a crack of a gunshot sounded over the din of the attack and the stone creature lurched violently, glancing down at where a bullet strong enough to take down a tank had bisected its chest. The creature's eyes, which Camila realized just now were glowing an ethereal shade of blue, faded out to nothingness, and smoke of the same color seemed to pour from its mouth as the creature collapsed, now a pile of lifeless stone. Momentarily stunned by her near-brush with being a pancake, Camila rapidly went though her snatched to set up the remote Quicksilver, hoping no other stone attackers found her.

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World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Demonic Oni made from Stone are assaulting the arena!

ROLL FOR INITIATIVE.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Karliah v.s. Makoto

Brought to you by Darkmoon Angel, Dead Cruiser, Savo, and a teensy bit of KaiserElectric

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Makoto set out into the arena, arms held at her sides in a posture of power and control. As she took her designated starting position, she eyed her opponent. She was actually quite cute, even Makoto had to admit, and she felt a small pang of trepidation over the fact that she was about to brutalize someone who was so adorable. She shook herself of such thoughts, remembering that this was more important. Once she managed to make a name for herself at the world stage, then she could concern herself with flirting.

Her crimson gaze never tearing away from her opponent, Makoto gave her a stiff, formal bow, and dropped into her stance. The Kuroi Hoshi style focused on mobility and adaptability, and so it was high-set and light-footed. One hand readied and outstreched to deflect, and the other coiled and ready to strike back and punish her opponent. Makoto carefully studied her opponent's stance in turn, ready to analyze it to determine her fighting style and weaknesses.

Karliah bowed back to her opponent and took uup her fighting stance. It was a kin to that of a boxer, with both hands positioned in a way that she was ready to block any incoming frontal attacks. She studied Makoto's stance and took a deep breath, this was a decently experienced fighter she was facing, nevertheless, she wasn't gonna go down easily.

She waved her hand at Makoto, taunting her to make the first move, if she could get her into a sufficient range, then she could proceed to take her down quickly with a few hard hitting punches.

A boxer, eh? Makoto smiled cruelly, her red eyes giving her expression an air of true malevolence. If she wanted Makoto to make the first move, fine, but it remained to be seen if she could handle what Makoto was ready to dish out. With speed that ripped through the air like a thundercrack, Makoto cleared the entire distance between herself an her opponent in a single dash. Once she was practically on top of the other girl, she immediately unleashed a Black Star Strike. Makoto willed enough power into the blow to destroy her opponent in a single strike, just as she had always done. Even if the other girl was fast enough to read the attack and block, Makoto would power forward and break through her defences with sheer force. She wasn't worried about a counterattack; if this attack went through, there would be no counterattack.

There! She fell for the taunt perfectly. Though her speed surprised her, Karliah could see where the attack was coming from. Rather than block it, she shifted to the side and smacked Makoto's fist away before delivering a swift strike to her gut. And before she could even recoil from the counter, Karliah hit her with a quick one-two before kicking her away. She didn't expect it to do much, whoever this girl was, she clearly had unnatural speed and strength.

The deflection of her attack caught Makoto by surprise, but she was able to learn much from her opponent's movements. Namely, that she had almost no training. Her strikes were slow, clumsy, and clearly telegraphed. Makoto was able to brace herself enough to withstand her counterattack without much difficulty, and she had recovered from her missed punch by the time the followup attacks came. However, when her kick came, Makoto was ready ready to punish. She caught the kick in the crook of her arm, and then locked the girl's ankle in place. Now that she was immobile and helpless, Makoto brought her other arm down in a hammer-blow on the girl's knee. A decisive strike here would completely disable her, possibly even breaking her leg.

As she thought, an uphill battle, only this hill turned into a mountain. Makoto had braced herself for Karliah's attacks and had even caught her kick, Karliah couldn't move. Makoto then delivered a blow to Karliah's leg, pain shot through her body causing her to cry in pain. "Let... Go!!" charging her ki, she released a massive shockwave that would at least knock Makoto away.

Karliah laid on the ground, gritting her teeth from the pain, at present, there was no way she was moving. She sat up and charged ki into her fists, she needed to keep Makoto at bay. She started throwing punches with rapid succession, sending fist shaped blasts at Makoto.

The blast of ki had sent Makoto flying away, but such a desperate, uncontrolled blast was more disruptive than damaging, and so a quick roll in the air was enough for her to land easily on her feet. Seeing the state of her opponent, unable to rise to her feet, Makoto grinned again. This battle was over. With the same blazing speed as before, she strafed around the other girl, forcing the majority of her projectiles to miss. The few that nearly hit their mark, Makoto was able to swat out of the air with a few ki-infused punches of her own. Once she had circled just about to her opponent's rear, she charged in, a massive concentration of ki welling up in her fist. The coming attack was at once both obvious and something of a ruse; her strike would be powerful and obvious, but its power would come not from the impact of the punch, but the explosion of ki that followed: the Black Star Pulse.

At this point, Karliah was running out of options. The difference between their skills were obvious and it seemed like she wasn't gonna win this fight. Gritting her teeth, Karliah turned around and crossed her arms in front of her, forming a barrier of ki. Unfortunately, she was expecting to block a punch, but instead she ended up blocking a ki infused explosion that came from the punch. The barrier blocked the attack, but Karliah was sent flying back. She hit the ground hard.

"Agh... No... Way..." she was out of options, she needed to end this now, even if she took severe damage. She staggered back to her feet, falling back to the ground a couple of times, before finally standing up, however with a pained look in her eyes. She had to use her Berserker Rage. She started to focus ki throughout her body.

*thoom*

The moment that her opponent staggered back onto her feet, Makoto was on top of her again; she was far from the kind of fighter that allowed her foes a chance to recover. If she could end the fight now and put her down for good, the absolutely would. Merely using her natural physical strength and speed, Makoto wailed on the girl with a constant barrage of attacks, never for a second relenting. She focused her attacks on the other girl's weaker side, forcing her to stress her injured leg in order to brace herself, or commit more energy to defending the already damaged extremity. Always, Makoto watched for an opening; if she could get in a solid kick to the injured knee and break it, the fight would be truly finished.

*Thoom*

Karliah took blow after blow, gritting her teeth as she kept focusing her ki, pain continuing to course through her body. Her heart beat becoming more rapid as time passed. Eventually, her mind finally snapped. The pupil's of her eyes vanished in a glow of ki and caught one of Makoto's punches. She quickly slammed a fist into the fighter's face, and started to wail on her with a barrage of her own. She became relentless, continuing the assualt and not even letting up, before she delivered a full force ki fist.

*THOOM*

Makoto began to grow frustrated as the rising aura of ki around the other girl blunted her attacks. Just as she was preparing to force her way though, her opponent snapped and delivered a powerful blow into her face. Makoto's head snapped back and she was sent skidding some feet away. That... hurt. Wiping blood from her split lip, Makoto grinned again, and roared savagely as she met her opponent's charge head-on. Not bothering to defend, she traded blow for blow in an all-out assault, holding nothing back.

*THOOM*

Makoto and Karliah's heads both turned to the ground as they felt the ground shake, their final blows whiffing past one another by inches. The crowd's ecstatic cheering fell to silence like a sheet of ice when the shudder was felt, a shudder violent enough to be heard over the driving rain. Someone shouted about an earthquake, but it was much worse.

*THOOOOOOM*

*CRUNCH*

There was a burst of stone shrapnel as a massive fist erupted from the ground next to the two fighters. As the newcomer pulled himself from the earth, the sound of shattering stone echoed through the arena, quickly joined by screaming as the walls around the compound broke and fell over, letting massive dark figures swarm over the walls. Makoto and Karliah looked on as the figure before them emerged from the ground, holding its club over its head in triumph.

A lightning strike illuminated the horned face and sneering grimace of the stone Oni as it unleashed a war cry.

---

As the Oni roar sounded over the nearby hills, a cloaked figure making her way through the town towards the arena looked up sharply, her icy blue eyes shining from under the hood.

"Søren, I may already be too late..."

The figure broke into a run, the rain around her turning to snow and sleet as she dashed by, before making a light skip and summoning ice beneath her feet to carry her towards the Oni attack faster.

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

Made some changes so posting it here, so y'all can see ;)

Voyager

Character you have created: Subject BPE-45A / "Riley'
Alias: Voyager
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): MediumOrchid
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: N/A
Character Personality: Even for an artificial extraterrestrial life form, you'll have a hard time finding someone with as much heart as Riley, alien or otherwise. Facing whatever life throws at her with cheerful optimism, a warm smile, and an arsenal of sci-fi references, her friendly personality and quirky sense of humor is almost infectious and she likes to see the best in everyone she encounters, good or evil. Life's an adventure to her, and she absolutely loves meeting and befriending new people thanks to her natural empathy and sociability, as well as discovering new and interesting things to interact with. Her cheerfulness can be grating at times, and sometimes she can be a bit naive about serious issues, but when the chips are down and she's pushed too far, her anger and sadness can be just as powerful and aggressive as her happiness.

Uniform/costume:

Appearance

(art by Su-Pra, commissioned by Vatrou, thanks again man! ^_^)

Being an alien, Riley also notably has three-fingered webbed hands (like a Salarian) and three-toed feet, and for the rare instances when she is not in costume she prefers to be in a casual jeans and T-shirt combo.

Origin Info/Details: Shortly before the events in Lost Haven began, ESA satellites detected an unknown object crash into the Mediterranean a few miles off the coast of Corsica. After the initial team sent to observe the area mysteriously vanished, the French government deployed an elite GIGN division to secure the crash site. The unknown object was discovered to be an extraterrestrial spacecraft piloted by a humanoid alien life form. The alien attempted to fight off the GIGN unit using a strange purple energy source, but GIGN managed to subdue the alien and capture its spacecraft in the brutal firefight only to discover that the alien was already dead, probably killed long before the spacecraft reached Earth. Perplexed by how a dead creature could slaughter their initial recovery team and hold its own against an elite spec ops unit, the French government put the alien cadaver in cold storage and quietly covered up the incident until they had the means to uncover the source of the alien's mysterious abilities.

The situation changed after a portal opened up and unleashed an army of demons on an American city known as Lost Haven. Realizing that they were incredibly unsuited to dealing with a similar attack, the French government along with other NATO members spearheaded new military and technology projects that would hopefully better prepare them for similar threats like Lost Haven's D-Day. The mysterious energy that the alien had used to cheat death and defend itself at Corsica was brought up as a possible defensive measure, and after much debate the alien corpse was handed over to Darrow Engineering, a London-based high-technology corporation and defense contractor specializing in the biological and chemical sciences, for further research. Darrow pooled together every resource they had into unlocking the secret behind the alien's abilities, even drawing the CEO's interest in the research, until they began to draw a detailed picture of the capabilities of this mysterious power source, dubbed "psionic energy". It was progress, but unfortunately without a living source of this psionic energy it would be impossible to study the capabilities of this energy any further, let alone harness it. Publicly, Darrow Engineering declared that the project had hit a stalemate, while behind closed doors the creation of a being that could harness this energy was discussed. Many ideas were brought forth, but the most radical was the brainchild of Dr. Alaric Gaster, who proposed the creation of a human-alien hybrid that could harness psionic energy and serve as a prototype for future generations of psionic-wielding beings. Despite heated objections and a few unfriendly comparisons to one Dr. Frankenstein, the CEO of the company privately gave his approval to the creation of this new life form, classified under the name Project Forethought. Secretly delivered the alien cadaver and several samples of human DNA, Gaster took his experiment and settled in Molotov Point, a secret Darrow research facility in Siberia, to begin work on what would become his greatest creation.

The project went on for months, with little communication from the staff at Molotov Point, good or otherwise. Gaster's haphazard reports ambiguously detailed his efforts to breed new half-alien lifeforms, while regular staff reports were unusually lax during this time, almost as if they had been stopped from heading out. The last transmission from Molotov Point came when Gaster reported the successful creation of what he called "BPE-45A" shortly before an unusually powerful blizzard descended on the research facility, cutting it off from outside contact. During the storm, Russian weather outposts reported unusual atmospheric conditions in the area where the facility was located, and after the storm cleared Molotov Point remained quiet. After a scouting party was sent to investigate, Darrow immediately declared the facility to be decommissioned and scrubbed everything to do with Project Forethought from their official records. Gaster and the rest of the research staff have been missing ever since the storm rolled in.

Before the facility went dark, however, one of Gaster's staff (someone by the name of Zhanya) gave the order for an unusually large package to be delivered to a former Darrow Engineering staff member, Jordan Fletcher, currently working for Poseidon Energy as security under Dr. Alexander Martel. Much to her surprise, it turned out to be a cryogenic pod containing BPE-45A, who introduced herself as 'Riley' to a dumbstruck Fletcher. After the initial shock wore off, she managed to get 'Riley' to her boss Dr. Martel, who was more then happy to help the half-alien girl discover more about the unusual energy source that she was able to tap into and maybe put it to some good use in the meantime.

The shenanigan potential is nigh.

Hero Type (Select one): Energy (Psionic)
Power Level (Select one below): City (Currently)
Powers (Be Specific):

Riley's half-alien genomes allow her to wield and manipulate a mysterious alien energy source known as psionic energy, which manifests in the form of purple energy discharges and electrical arcs. As powerful as it is unknown and dangerous, Riley is able to tap into a seemingly endless reservoir of psionic energy, hampered only by her relative inexperience with the substance. Some of her uses for psionic energy currently include:

Psiblast: Riley is able to fire fast-moving concussive energy blasts from her hands of varying size and strength. She can also prevent a blast from immediately exploding, allowing her to cancel it out or manipulate it like a ball of light, or concentrate it into a powerful beam of energy. Simple, effective, and one of her favorite abilities to use.

Psiforce: Riley can charge her own body with psionic energy for a burst of strength, indicated by a glowing aura. She can use this on her arms to land an extra strong punch, her legs to jump high into the air and land safely, or even her skin to protect against an attack. She has to time it correctly for it to work, however, since she can't hold a Psiforce ability for more then a few seconds.

Psibeam: Riley can focus her Psiblast into an empowered beam attack, primarily through her eyes, that can melt and punch through solid objects with variable precision.

PsiLift: Riley uses her psionic energy to propel herself in the air, effectively granting her sustained fight.

In addition to her psionic powers, her outfit gives her some moderate defense without sacrificing her mobility, and her learning speed and reaction time have been artificially enhanced by the experiment that created her. She is also able to converse fluently in English, Chinese, Japanese, and Klingon.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: ~60 Tons for burst damage, slightly above normal human for sustained.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Peak human speed, 50 MPH reaction time
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 Hours
Agility: 10x
Intelligence: High
Fighting Skill: Trained

Resources: High
Weaknesses: Riley's biggest weakness is essentially the infinite amount of Psionic energy she can draw on turning her into a glass cannon. She can handle sustained use of her powers as long as it's controlled well, but if she pushes beyond her limits her body can start to break down from the intense amount of energy she is channeling, making her more vulnerable or even causing physical harm if she pushes her abilities too far.

Supporting Characters:
Jordan Fletcher: The newest member of the security staff at a Poseidon Laboratory in Pacific Point, a fiery Irishwoman with an aggressive personality who becomes the unwitting recipient of a half-alien superheroine thanks to her past employment at Darrow.
Dr. Alexander Martel: An aging but sharp-witted scientist employed by Poseidon who specializes in unusual energy sources. Despite his English origin and fondness for wry humor, he gets along famously well with the newest member of his security team.
'Zhanya': Unknown Darrow Engineering employee, believed to be the sender of BPE-45A.
Sinclair Adams: Riley's fellow Pacific Point superhero and one of her best friends, both of them having cut their teeth as superheroes fighting against the Hounds of Humanity.

(More to come)

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:

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

Silver River Institute, Pacific Point

---

“We warned you. We told you that compliance was non negotiable. Yet you chose not to listen.

The time for talk has past. From this moment on, you are either with us or you are against us.

We are coming, and you will either stand with us, or you will burn with them.”

A few of the lab workers cursed violently at the television set. More then a few people broke down crying, some of them desperately dialing cell phones to contact loved ones. There was a tinkling sound as something made of glass slipped from someone's grip and shattered on the ground. Mostly though, it was silent. Dead silent. So silent that even the sounds that were there seemed muted and distant.

Three cities. Thousands of people. Gone in an instant. Everyone Maddy knew was far out of harm's way, but it still felt like someone close to her had died.

Like most of the others, Maddy could only sit in a foggy stunned silence as she internalized it all, her panicked heartbeat thumping in her chest like an engine. Nautican Island. Paris. Philedelphia. Gone.

"Everyone go home."

Sabrina Durante's sharp voice pierced the quiet, if only because no one had ever heard the boss speak like that before. Pale as marble, and looking just as stiff and lifeless, she seemed determined not to meet anyone's eyes.

"But I don't have-"

"What about the-"

"I SAID GO! LEAVE, GET OUT OF HERE!" Maddy felt the breeze on her face as Durante shot past her and ran into her office, the door locking behind her with a click. A dull murmur broke out as the other students and workers began preparing to leave. Maddy wasn't one of them. Staring blankly at her shoes, her eyes burning with held-back tears, she listened to her heart pounding against her ribs and saw the images rush through her head again. Fire, ash, the burning city. The sirens...the screaming...and the voice.

You will burn with them.

Burn with them

Burn.

BURN.

"Maddy, come on, let's go!"

"Wha-?"

"We have to move fast!" Yavor said, pulling her to her feet. "My co-worker is giving us a ride out of here, we have to get off the road before the evacuations start!"

"W-wait, there's an evacuation?"

"Not yet, but I'll eat my thesis paper if everyone doesn't try to run or riot in the next hour," Yavor responded. "Come on, let's go!"

Maddy complied, letting Yavor lead her through the corridors and out into the parking lot, only ever being vaguely aware of her surroundings. Unfortunately Yavor turned out to be right, as a mob of escaping cars had begun to clog up the lot as the two of them weaved their way through the moving cars.

"Son of a bitch!" Yavor shouted, barely audible over the guttural roar of a motorcycle that tried to cut through a crosswalk to escape, nearly running them over. He was about to swear at the inconsiderate cyclist before Maddy started screaming.

"Mads, what's wrong?!?" Yavor said, wincing as she wrapped herself painfully around his neck.
"Th-they're going to kill me!" Maddy shrieked, paralyzed with utter terror.

"Mads, come on-"

"THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME!"

"Maddy, it's okay," Yavor tried to say soothingly, nudging the pair of them forward as he realized something was wrong. "I got you, you're going to be fine."

"I d-don't want to die..."

"You're safe Mads, it's going to be okay," Yavor continued, nudging open the car door with his foot and squeezing into the back seat of the car. The driver, a brunette woman with square glasses and her hair tied back, paled slightly as she saw what was going on.

"Goddess, what's wrong with her?"

"I don't know," Yavor admitted, buckling himself in as he let Maddy lie across the backseat. "But I think it would help to get to someplace quiet. I think Maddy's house is closest." Rattling off the address, he turned back to Maddy to make sure she was okay. She stopped screaming, at least.

"I...don't want to die..." Maddy said weakly.

"It's alright, Maddy," Yavor said gently. "Me and Terra will get you home. It's going to be alright..."

"Don't...want to..."

Maddy's eyes fluttered closed as she drifted off.

---

One Hour Later

"You have some nerve showing your face here again, you know."

"I call it a victory lap, Miss Durante."

Sabrina Durante looked at Holt, flanked on both sides by his Hound compatriots, with the same expression she would give something scraped off the bottom of her shoe."You certainly have an interesting interpretation of your victory, then."

"Our victory, you mean?" Holt looked around the alleyway they were meeting at, the same alley they met in weeks ago where they set up deliveries. At least before the biker gang interrupted them. "We're all allies in the fight against the muties, after all?"

"And the million people you slaughtered today are the enemy, then?"

Holt shrugged. "They were warned about what would happen, and they continued to support mutants. They paid the price."

"What was it that Nietzsche said?" Durante spat back. "He who fights monsters...?"

"You are being naiive, Durante. It had to be done. You can't make an omelette without-"

"Don't trot out that old excuse, you insipid lackey!" Sabrina barked, her teeth bared in anger. "Don't you think I knew that people were going to get hurt when we started working together? I know we need to hurt some people to ensure the purity of our species but Holt...?"

Durante drew up so close to the Hounds grunt that he could feel her breath on his face.

"You just wiped out a million of those pure humans you claim to protect. And don't you dare say those people you murdered were traitors," she interrupted when he opened his mouth to reply. "The way I see it, the only traitors to the cause here are you and the rest of your fucking Hounds. Go shoot down more humans with your laser, I'm done with you."

There was a pregnant pause as Durante turned on her heel to leave, leaving Holt in the dust. Before she could turn the corner, a figure stepped out of the shadows, the barrel of a shotgun pointing at her navel.

"Shame," Holt commented. "That you were not as steadfast as we had hoped." Durante walked backwards towards the first three men as Holt and his cronies drew pistols.

"Another pure human you're going to murder, then?" Durante said, her lips tightening as she spoke.

"Not really," Holt replied, placing the gun barrel against her forehead. "You're not pure anymore."

"That...was an utterly abysmal one-liner!"

Holt turned around sharply at the sound of the voice, finding its owner standing on the rooftops overhead. The four Hounds and their would-be victim stared in perplexed amazement at the gas-mask wearing spiky haired doctor, his lab coat fluttering in the wind.

"I could do a better witty sendoff in my SLEEP, even without my immense genius!" the villain known to some as Dr. Amorphous said. "For instance...'stick' em up!" The doctor snapped his fingers, and an orange glob of goo exploded from one of the overhead windows, making a beeline towards one of the Hounds. Before its victim could even scream in terror, he was sucked into the blob and carried off back into the window as quickly as it came. Durante watched Holt take aim at the doctor in retribution, only to be blasted backwards by a sudden gust of wind, slamming him into the wall.

"Boss, I-" the other Hound tried to speak, but his words quickly devolved into a wet gargle as his head fell from his shoulders in a spray of blood. Some of the stain hung in midair as the cyborg ninja Typhoon reappeared underneath, wiping his blade clean.

"Payment for the arm," he said coolly. Durante turned back to the shotgun wielder, who had simply stood their for the entire curb-stomp fight, a pained expression on his face. Finally, the gun fell limply from his fingers as he dropped to his knees, clutching at his chest. There was a beeping sound from behind the man as the grinning catlike visage of MonsterK4t emerged from the shadows, clapping the shotgun wielder on the shoulder.

"High-frequency sound waves overstimulating the ventricles!" Dr. Amorphous declared as he himself descended from the rooftops. "A bit brutal for my tastes, but effective nonetheless!"

"He's giving this Hound a massive heart attack, in laymen's terms," Reisen remarked as she floated down alongside the Doctor to the ground floor. Looking over at Holt crumpled against the wall to make sure he was still there, the assembled villains all turned back to Durante, still standing there in stunned amazement.

"I suggest you leave," Reisen offered.

"I...I have information on them!" Durante said defiantly. MonsterK4t beeped rapidly in response.

"Our mewing musician is right, take that information to a hero, we have other things to do!" Dr. Amorphous declared. "I recommend that pesky Voyager, but for now, begone!" Unwilling to argue, Durante scurried off as the villains all gathered near Holt, who made an attempt to reach for his gun before giving up with a chuckle.

"Fine, ya fucking muties," he said, blood trickling from his mouth. "Kill me and get it over with."

"We are not interested in killing you," Typhoon remarked coolly, sheathing his sword with a flourish. "We intend to send you a message."

"What, the four of you?"

"Not exactly."

There was a loud rattling as the garage doors to the warehouse started to open. Holt watched in shock as Fangs lifted the doors over her head, revealing a small mob of bystanders. As they swarmed out of the warehouse, more came in from the alley and outside of doors, other mutants and minor villains, patrons of Logans, friends and family of those lost in the satellite attack, or lost in the raids launched by the Hounds. Some of them showed off their powers as they approached, while others held weapons, chains and blunt objects. As Holt looked at the mob approaching him, feeling fear for the first time, a man with a hunk of steel stepped forward, heating it with flames summoned from his hand, and pressed it against Holt's cheek as others held him down. Screaming in pain, he glared bitterly at the mob after the man stepped back, revealing the outline of a dog branded onto his cheek.

"Now the world knows who you work for," Fangs said. "You can take a message back to your bosses for us."

"And what would that be?" Holt snarled.

"War is the remedy that our enemies have chosen, and I say let us give them all they want," Reisen quoted.

"In short...we're going to fuck you up."