Lord Wraith

Apex Comics: Brave New World

In all fairness I don't see a hero as claimed until there's a CS accepted. Until then everyone is fair game.

Apex Comics: Brave New World

Is it wrong that I laughed at the obvious rewrite from the Maximum Comics revision we worked on? Heh.

Call this tentative interest, by the way; though I have no idea what the hell I'm going to do.

@Gowi

It just worked so well since the transition from Singular to Amalgamated isn't much haha.

Apex Comics: Brave New World

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VIGILANCE: Dissidents

As Jason's rune began to glow, Charlie felt her nostrils grow overwhelmed with the monster's smell as the pair emerged into a large circular room. The smell of blood and the victims rotting fleshed flooded Charlie's senses as her stomach let out an involuntary growl at the introduction of the new odor.

"Don't think too much of that. I prefer my food fresh the same as you." She muttered as she drew the large gun from her thigh and pointed into the circular room. Holding a finger steady over the hammer, Charlie took slow steps forward as she examined their surroundings. Dingy water flowed into the room from higher tunnels, tainted green with waste, algae and whatever else was polluting the water. A femur snapped beneath her feet as she walked forward causing Charlie's hackles to raise.

"We've found its nest." Charlie stated as she paused to look around. Scales littered the ground among the remains of the creature's victims as Charlie kneeled to take a closer look, running the scale under her nose.

"It's not a basilisk." Charlie stated as she stood up. "Too many remains, no petrified people and not the right smell." Walking towards the center of the room, the female Dhampyr pulled her Bowie knife from her boot and poked at a piled of brush that had been dragged to the center of the room. Beneath the dead branches and long blades of grass was a smooth looking rock, nearly three feet tall and a brownish green in colour, Charlie ran her hand along before pressing an ear to the cold surface.

"...It's an egg." She exclaimed as she turned to Jason. "We're not hunting just one. We're hunting a pair."

VIGILANCE: Dissidents

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^{C H A P T E R O N E : P O I S O N E D W A T E R S}

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The beam of Jason's flashlight disappeared, swallowed by the darkness of the damp tunnel. Holding the collar of her leather jacket over her sensitive nose, Charlie wrinkled her face in disgust. The sights and sounds of the city above would be a welcome relief to the pungent odor of the sewer she was currently standing within. Normally an alligator in the sewers of Miami was nothing uncommon, however an alligator that could appear as a naked woman was something that had caught the attention of the two paranormal investigators.

Despite appearing human, there was more to Jason and Charlotte than met the eye. Aside from hunting monsters, the two had at least one other thing in common, they were both the offspring of creatures collectively known as Hellions. Having only met Jason several weeks ago, Charlotte was still unsure about his heritage or even his abilities but despite a rough introduction the pair ended up working well together. Hell the Mavericks might even owe them after they returned Lilith to her slumber beneath their city.

Although how we ended up mixed up with a greater demon was a story for another time.

"Keep the flashlight away from me." Charlotte muttered from behind her collar as she raised her hand to shield her eyes. "It's screwing with my nightvision." Hissing, she waded through the sewer water as she struggled to find a foreign scent between the heavy tones of stale water and human waste.

"I'm going to gut Archie if this tip turns out to be a wild goose chase." She called to Jason referring to their mutual contact. Archibald Sheridan, was a journalism student the pair encountered during their romp through Larissa. Charlotte had dismissed him as something of a geek with a fetish for the occult but in the end the ginger had proven to be useful in re-sealing Lilith's tomb.

Taking a deep breath, the Dhampyr nearly choked on the overwhelming stench of the sewer before pausing to point around a bend.
"I got a scent. That way." She stated as her hand came to rest on the large revolver strapped firmly to her right thigh. The pair may not have been proper Venari but they made up for it.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

Alright, well I'm rather tied up for most of this week but I shall see about moving us along and pushing us towards Longhorn. If need be, I will open a recruiting thread so we can pick up new players in Longhorn on the condition most of the others have disappeared.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

Now I know Stein and Tyler had a collab in the works but I have no idea what everyone else is up to. So I hate to ask this but who is all here?

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

I'm here, locked out until either @Tyler or @Lord Wraith post. Unfortunately I know they're both busy with their studies/jobs/wives/being-a-bitch-ness, so I'm not gonna pressure them to hard... Just post passive aggressive messages in the OC.

And in case your wondering, Tyler's the one who's busy being a bitch.

@BlackSam3091

I was curious lol

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

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^{A Collab between @Lord Wraith and @Hillan}

They were overwhelmed.

Zeke couldn't help but notice that the convoy was getting small by the minute. No matter how many he repelled, how many he zapped, the rioters seemed to just keep coming as the mob continued to swarm them. Even Tarvos seemed to be having trouble as the man reloaded his gun for a third time. An expert marksmen, Tarvos had only been aiming at kneecaps and elbows but it wasn't enough to deter the mob. The only thing that would stop them was lethal force but lethal force was a measure that Zeke was not willing to take and Tarvos wouldn't condone.

"We have to run." The brogue accent came from behind Zeke as Tarvos took down two more rioters. The gunshots rang in Zeke's ears as he turned to listen to the former commander of H.I.T. while producing a repulsion field.

"We won't accomplish anything holding our ground here." Tarvos continued. "We need to get the convoy on the road and regroup. They won't chase us far beyond the city."

"Sound enough." Zeke replied as he turned to hurl a lightning bolt. "How do you propose we give the convoy the room?"

With a tap on Zeke's shoulder, the rugged hype let his pressence be known. "Sup." Marcus spoke, turning to Tarvos. "Hi Chief." Of course, the commander had sniffed the drunk since he and Gareth had come to the convoy, Marcus's terrible taste in cologne and the alcohol on his breath gave him more than away.

"Long time no talk, and what not. We're not gonna win this fight, not with acceptible casualties, anyway." He began, crouching behind cover, to dodge bullets that much to his surprise were repulsed thanks to Zeke's powers. Leaning over to Tarvos, pointing at his empty gun.

"Got a spare?"

"No point in wasting the ammo." Tarvos grunted. While the help was appreciated he would have preferred it wasn't a washed out former agent of his who struggled with soberity. "Did you forget how to use your particular talents Weston?" Tarvos barked as he motioned to others in the convoy to move back. "A gravity field would be quite the asset about now."

"See, problem with that is, you have to pull your people out." Marcus spoke, turning to Zeke again, nodding his head as a greeting.

Turning to look at Marcus with a slight expression of awe, Zeke could only utter one haunting word as it suddenly clicked exactly who this alchol soaked man was.

"Winnipeg."

"Not the time Thoreau." Tarvos growled knowing full well it wasn't in their best interest to trigger Weston's PTSD. "Weston get that field up, repelling the bullets is a novel idea but if they can't move that'd be even better."

"Seriously, Cheif T, you best get a move on." The gravity manipulator spoke, peaking onto the battlefield. He really wouldn't have minded if Tarvos had given him more ammo, but this wasn't the time to argue with his former commander.

"Lets get this convoy moving people!" Tarvos yelled before turning his head as a sound caught his attention. Suddenly an anguished scream rang out before it was quickly snuffed. The same strange sound suddenly echoed in his ears as it got closer. It was almost like a 'Pop', a bursting of air.

And then he saw the source.

There was five of them. Appearing out of nowhere, eyes glowing like hell itself as they unleashed what could only be described as laser on the rioters.

"No..." Zeke muttered as Tarvos turned to him.

"You know them?"

"They've already tried to kill me once." Zeke spat as the horrific beings moved towards the group. "I don't know what they are but they're not Hyperhumans."

"GET THIS CONVOY MOVING NOW!" Tarvos roared to the others as he motioned to Thoreau and Weston. "You two with me. Forget the rioters, they're the least of our concern at the moment. Protect the convoy at all costs."

"Someone trying to kill you, Zekiel? What did they do, dunk you in the water?" Marcus mentioned as he rose up. His eyes lit up with the golden hue with the green tint - the same shade of color that signaled that he was using his powers. "All right. Here goes nothing." Pushing his hands forward, he created a zone of approximately a hundred feet in a diameter where he increased the gravity by a hundred times - forcing every man, woman and hillbilly inside of the area to the floor. Yet, the five beings that had appeared where not inside of the area.

Marcus kept holding the field up while following Tarvos. "Zeke, we're taking my ride."

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

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Let me clarify my demands:

@Tyler

Well if you insist :P