Scorn felt some anger flare in Jacque's heart, prompting him to smirk in amusement and slightly reveal some of his now sharpened teeth.
"Metahumans fighting each other and destroying their surroundings is nothing uncommon, but I did feel something odd when I brought that ship to the ground..."
Scorn floated on past Jacque and observed the skyline in the distance. There was some smoke rising into the sky from at least two different locations. What Scorn had felt was anger and strife, but not the sort that resulted from being wronged, attacked, or anything of the sort. Instead, it seemed to be "artificial", spurred on by the effects of something else. Perhaps that signal? Scorn remembered being almost overcome by his rage as soon as he even got near the ship. That wasn't too uncommon for him, being a Red Lantern and all, but ever since Atrocitus gave rational thought to his Corps, random intervals of rage were reduced significantly.
The Lantern then looked to the sky, anger growing within him. Arrogant creatures approached his planet by the minute with the intent to destroy it, and they had already indirectly started the chaos by instigating the metas of earth into a frenzy. Scorn considered searching for the fleet, and while he would have loved to send charred bodies floating through the void, taking it on all by himself wasn't smart...
"You should ready yourself meta, it won't be long now..."
Scorn began to fly away towards the city, wondering if maybe some of his fellows were on their way here too. Rankorr? He was human, maybe the ring was leading him here too of he hadn't already arrived. That could have well been the case, Scorn figured that whatever these aliens were using to emit their frenzy signals were stationed all around the globe, hidden so no one would find them.
"I'll handle the things in this part of the world... other metas and Lanterns can handle the rest elsewhere..."
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"This was nothing but a vessel full of disgusting murderers who would dare to eradicate the life from entire planets in the name of their supremacy."
Something about this phrase clicked in Scorn's head. If more of these things were heading this way, then...
Scorn opened his mouth and let out a low growl, red vapor curling out as he did so. That's why the ring had sent him here... an invasion was underway. An invasion on his planet nonetheless. The red aura around the Red Lantern surged as he floated forward towards Jacque.
"I smell blood on your hands, but not the blood of murder. A good thing too, else I would have reduced you down to ashes. Tell me, has anything strange gone on around here lately?"
Something about this phrase clicked in Scorn's head. If more of these things were heading this way, then...
Scorn opened his mouth and let out a low growl, red vapor curling out as he did so. That's why the ring had sent him here... an invasion was underway. An invasion on his planet nonetheless. The red aura around the Red Lantern surged as he floated forward towards Jacque.
"I smell blood on your hands, but not the blood of murder. A good thing too, else I would have reduced you down to ashes. Tell me, has anything strange gone on around here lately?"
"What, really?!"
Seth had just begun to eat his huge plate of breakfast when he heard Chiron's loud voice call the camp to the main lodge. The day was sure starting out great! Ha no.
"Maybe I could at least eat the food standing up... yes, that sounds good..."
Why let a nice plate of breakfast go to waste? Seth headed where everyone else was heading, looking around to see if any of the other Hecate kids were in the crowd of campers. Though he was certainly more skilled than the current counselor at his cabin, Seth obviously... wasn't counselor. It had mainly to do with the fact that that position attracted much attention, something Seth didn't need or want due to the nature of the magic he practiced. It was dangerous and oppressive. Still though, Seth did run things in a behind the scenes sense, pitching in much needed ideas and settling disputes quickly. Maybe he should try nabbing that position...
Seth had just begun to eat his huge plate of breakfast when he heard Chiron's loud voice call the camp to the main lodge. The day was sure starting out great! Ha no.
"Maybe I could at least eat the food standing up... yes, that sounds good..."
Why let a nice plate of breakfast go to waste? Seth headed where everyone else was heading, looking around to see if any of the other Hecate kids were in the crowd of campers. Though he was certainly more skilled than the current counselor at his cabin, Seth obviously... wasn't counselor. It had mainly to do with the fact that that position attracted much attention, something Seth didn't need or want due to the nature of the magic he practiced. It was dangerous and oppressive. Still though, Seth did run things in a behind the scenes sense, pitching in much needed ideas and settling disputes quickly. Maybe he should try nabbing that position...
@MonsieurShade
Scorn's attention snapped in the direction of Jacque's voice. A human so far out here? Scorn's guess was that this guy just happened to be around, which was unlikely, or he was a metahuman with abilities that made traveling easier. He didn't say anything, merely stood staring at Jacque. Scorn was assessing him, seeing if this person was innocent by Red Lantern standards or if he was just another individual in the universe who needed to be burned in the red light.
"What are you doing here?" Scorn asked.
(Hoy, Shade, I can't remember off the top of my head, but does Jacque actually kill people? Or does he simply rob 'em blind?)
Scorn's attention snapped in the direction of Jacque's voice. A human so far out here? Scorn's guess was that this guy just happened to be around, which was unlikely, or he was a metahuman with abilities that made traveling easier. He didn't say anything, merely stood staring at Jacque. Scorn was assessing him, seeing if this person was innocent by Red Lantern standards or if he was just another individual in the universe who needed to be burned in the red light.
"What are you doing here?" Scorn asked.
(Hoy, Shade, I can't remember off the top of my head, but does Jacque actually kill people? Or does he simply rob 'em blind?)
Scorn made his way out of the crashed spacecraft and looked at his wounds. Two at least were rather serious by human standards, but Scorn had lost his humanity a few years ago now, hadn't he? He was a Red Lantern now, and it would certainly take much, much more damage to his being to actually be considered worthy of attention. The napalm blood was seeping through the wounds, dropping onto the metal and earth below with sizzling sounds.
"The rage will heal it over time..."
Scorn looked at the destroyed craft. Could this be it? The reason why his rage had led him back to earth? No... no, a ship full of murderous beasts was bad, but not bad enough to warrant the attention of cities or planets full of similar natured beings...
"Something more approaches this way... it's far from this planet still, but I can feel the rage growing in me as it nears..."
"The rage will heal it over time..."
Scorn looked at the destroyed craft. Could this be it? The reason why his rage had led him back to earth? No... no, a ship full of murderous beasts was bad, but not bad enough to warrant the attention of cities or planets full of similar natured beings...
"Something more approaches this way... it's far from this planet still, but I can feel the rage growing in me as it nears..."
SCORN
An otherworldly spacecraft entered the atmosphere above the sixth sector with a streak of red following closely behind it. The alien ship wasn't the one leaving behind this trail, however. Rather, it was being chased by the real individual making the streak, Scorn. A member of the Red Lanterns, Scorn, a human from earth, was returning to his home planet a few years after scouring the galaxy with his fellow Lanterns in search of injustices to punish.
"Look at them, how they flee from my rage," he growled, fiery red vapor sputtering from his mouth as he spoke. "I hear the blood of hundreds of creatures cry out for vengeance... it is no wonder my ring led me back to this place where this ship was orbiting in secret..."
Scorn was now literally an arm's reach away from the spacecraft, giving him just the distance he needed to spew an energized stream of rage, napalm blood. The material burned through the metal of the ship as easily as acid burning through paper, giving Scorn an opening through which to enter the ship.
"Got you..."
The reptilian creatures on board the ship snarled and spoke an alien language as they rushed to retaliate.
"A Red Lantern! Kill it! Kill it before it kills us!!"
"That won't be possible," Scorn said mockingly as he spewed another stream of napalm on a group of approaching Alts. He was able to understand what they were saying through use of his ring's universal translation system... not that he needed any help in figuring that their shouts of alien words were basically saying, "KILL HIM!"
Another group of the aliens fired at him with energy weapons, blasts which were all blocked by a shield of red light.
"No use," Scorn growled as he released blasts of red rage energy from his ring. The Red Lantern continued his attack, spewing napalm on several aliens and occasionally creating monstrous constructs to devour the rest, leaving behind smoldering and bubbling skeletons. He was so caught up in slaughtering them all, that he nearly forgot this ship was pretty much going to make a crash landing.
1...2...3.... CRASH
The ship rammed into the earth below, creating small craters as it bounced and skidded to a stop. It really must have had a remarkable composition to withstand all that. After a couple of minutes after it halted, a glowing red figure emerged from the wreckage.
"Ugh..."
Still alive and healthy, Scorn had a few wounds, but none too grievous to require attention save for one or two.
An otherworldly spacecraft entered the atmosphere above the sixth sector with a streak of red following closely behind it. The alien ship wasn't the one leaving behind this trail, however. Rather, it was being chased by the real individual making the streak, Scorn. A member of the Red Lanterns, Scorn, a human from earth, was returning to his home planet a few years after scouring the galaxy with his fellow Lanterns in search of injustices to punish.
"Look at them, how they flee from my rage," he growled, fiery red vapor sputtering from his mouth as he spoke. "I hear the blood of hundreds of creatures cry out for vengeance... it is no wonder my ring led me back to this place where this ship was orbiting in secret..."
Scorn was now literally an arm's reach away from the spacecraft, giving him just the distance he needed to spew an energized stream of rage, napalm blood. The material burned through the metal of the ship as easily as acid burning through paper, giving Scorn an opening through which to enter the ship.
"Got you..."
The reptilian creatures on board the ship snarled and spoke an alien language as they rushed to retaliate.
"A Red Lantern! Kill it! Kill it before it kills us!!"
"That won't be possible," Scorn said mockingly as he spewed another stream of napalm on a group of approaching Alts. He was able to understand what they were saying through use of his ring's universal translation system... not that he needed any help in figuring that their shouts of alien words were basically saying, "KILL HIM!"
Another group of the aliens fired at him with energy weapons, blasts which were all blocked by a shield of red light.
"No use," Scorn growled as he released blasts of red rage energy from his ring. The Red Lantern continued his attack, spewing napalm on several aliens and occasionally creating monstrous constructs to devour the rest, leaving behind smoldering and bubbling skeletons. He was so caught up in slaughtering them all, that he nearly forgot this ship was pretty much going to make a crash landing.
1...2...3.... CRASH
The ship rammed into the earth below, creating small craters as it bounced and skidded to a stop. It really must have had a remarkable composition to withstand all that. After a couple of minutes after it halted, a glowing red figure emerged from the wreckage.
"Ugh..."
Still alive and healthy, Scorn had a few wounds, but none too grievous to require attention save for one or two.
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Hi Krad!
Scarifar said
Name: Press DaltonAlias: E-techAge: 20Gender: MaleAbilities/Powers: To manipulate/create machinery using either his mind or hands. (Anything being created must follow the basic principle of equivalent exchange. Ex: cannot turn a toaster into a giant Transformer.)Personality: Serious practically all the time. Has very little sense of humor. Does what he needs to do to achieve his goals, but does not kill unless absolutely necessary.Backstory: Press once lived in a rich family whose business specialized in technology for modern, everyday use. As a kid, he loved to take apart machines to see how they worked, and eventually learned how to make them himself. One day, when he was 10, he was watching tv in his room when he accidentally changed the channel without touching the remote. After several minutes of experimentation, he learned that he could manipulate machinery using only his mind. He decided to keep it a secret until he learned its full capability. At the age of 14, he decided that it was time to tell his parents, having learned what he could. After hearing the news, however, they immediately insisted on taking him to the hospital to get him "cured". He tried to explain that there was nothing wrong with him, but they wouldn't listen, and the doctors took him away to a science facility to study his brain. Press tried to calm himself down, but after a month, he couldn't take all the testing anymore and went mad, killing the first doctor he saw. After he did so, he realized what he had done and escaped, making sure that those that got in his way were only wounded, not killed. Afterwards, he found a place to rest and took the time to think. He realized that the facility never published anything about him, and anything involving him would be kept secret. Then, he lived for a few years on his own, performing jobs on the darker side of the law for money. After a while, he created a small, but legitimate, business involving technology to finally get out of the shady business for a fresh start, using a false name to not draw certain unwanted attention. However, his abilities could not be ignored, and he used the money he made from his business and his other previous jobs to travel, trying to make sure that no one suffered a fate similar to his.Alignment: More on the side of good, but may defect occasionally for his own goals. In other words, neutral...ish.What is a waffle tomato toaster oven? How does "tomato" even fit in with that?On a side note: Hey, Crim! And anyone else I met in the old days, before the rpg data loss!
Accepted!
Christ, I have no idea how to start...
"#Scipio, are you sure about this? Mentoring the boy?"
The symbiote questioned its host as Abaddon swung through the city, stopping to cling to the side of a building.
"#Call it symbiotic instinct, but I usually have bad feelings about having things like protégés around. Maybe if we were like the 'virtuous' heroes, the risk of betrayal would be lessened. But we aren't. We walk a fine line between hero and villain, killing for pleasure and to terrorize but also to help society. How much of threat would a child who kills for no reason than mere entertainment be to us?"
Abaddon scaled the wall, jumping over the rooftop ledge to rest on the top of the building. The symbiote raised some very good concerns, ones that he thought about while deciding whether or not to mentor Lass or not.
"Call this human instinct.... ugh, no. Call it conscience, but I feel that maybe some of our special teachings would do the kid some good. He needs at least a sense of direction, and I intend to give it to him. When and if be turns on us... we'll know what to do."
"#Very well..."
Abaddon crawled inside the building, which was actually the building where his apartment was located in. He made his way to the door, already in his normal human form to not scare anyone. Using his key card, Scipio opened the door to his room, which was large and rather nice apartment. He then shut the door, with it automatically locking.
"I need a shower... and a nap... so much has happened, it's already 3 o'clock..."
He headed off to do just those things. ..
The symbiote questioned its host as Abaddon swung through the city, stopping to cling to the side of a building.
"#Call it symbiotic instinct, but I usually have bad feelings about having things like protégés around. Maybe if we were like the 'virtuous' heroes, the risk of betrayal would be lessened. But we aren't. We walk a fine line between hero and villain, killing for pleasure and to terrorize but also to help society. How much of threat would a child who kills for no reason than mere entertainment be to us?"
Abaddon scaled the wall, jumping over the rooftop ledge to rest on the top of the building. The symbiote raised some very good concerns, ones that he thought about while deciding whether or not to mentor Lass or not.
"Call this human instinct.... ugh, no. Call it conscience, but I feel that maybe some of our special teachings would do the kid some good. He needs at least a sense of direction, and I intend to give it to him. When and if be turns on us... we'll know what to do."
"#Very well..."
Abaddon crawled inside the building, which was actually the building where his apartment was located in. He made his way to the door, already in his normal human form to not scare anyone. Using his key card, Scipio opened the door to his room, which was large and rather nice apartment. He then shut the door, with it automatically locking.
"I need a shower... and a nap... so much has happened, it's already 3 o'clock..."
He headed off to do just those things. ..
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