jfc is this an immortal rat god, i thought it was just a floating combination of big ugly rats
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you could yell what the weak spot is lol
phantom has the unique setup of having no physical weak spots, but also no physical strong points lol rip
phantom has the unique setup of having no physical weak spots, but also no physical strong points lol rip
I've been working like an absolute madman
Labwork schoolwork, otherwork
Labwork schoolwork, otherwork
I love being locked out of my place of living
good thing there are badass combat epics still there
ok all done, lmk if there's an issue
Phantoms ultimate pretty much took him out of the fight though
Phantoms ultimate pretty much took him out of the fight though
Previously...
A nice little irony to David's powers: he never tired. Technically, he was always a little sleep deprived, but never exhausted. Phantom was as relentless now as he had been when he first awoke. The limitations to his power were really just his control over it. He was trying really damn hard to swing his massive arms with enough telekinetic speed to deal damage, but all he had managed to accomplish thus far was to brush the rats lightly aside.
Damn. He thought, without passion, as his attacks did nothing to stop the flow of rats. Most of them were paying attention to him, their beady eyes being too stupid to realize that they were just running face first into buildings he was clipping through. They probably thought he was actually hitting them back. Good. Let them be distracted.
The good fortune didn't last long, naturally. If there was one thing he knew about living in a world with superhumans, it was that shit always hit the fan after a bit. Repeatedly.
Okay, so a Rat King...thing had shown up. And it had knocked out one of the safe zones right quick. And the entire city might be overrun by weird rat things. And a bunch of Epics were in a very compromising position. All of that paled in comparison to the sudden paranoia that rats might be climbing the building where David slept, skittering over his body and opening their mouths wide over his face...
He felt adrenaline pouring into his mind. David had never felt so buzzed while asleep: Phantom dulled the emotional spectrum to a steady thrum, but now he felt nothing but sheer energy. He willed himself to grow even larger: larger than he ever had before. The ground lurched away from him as he grew steadily larger, until the rats were blurred below him.
The single word boomed over the entire area, shaking windows in their frames and sending tremors through the pavement. A hiss of distortion rumbled below his words, adding a hellish, menacing horror to the world around him. It sounded nothing like David Lin, which suited Phantom just fine.
The rats at the head of the swarm froze almost instantly, tripping over themselves as they halted. He didn't blame them. That sound had surprised him as well. Jesus, it was loud. Was he hearing himself, all the way back where his body slept? He probably didn't have much time.
Phantom raised a titanic arm, pointing at the Rat King with a single, jet-black finger. The hand moved relatively quickly, but at this size he had no doubt he was entirely incorporeal. He couldn't hurt a fly at this point, but they didn't know that.
The second word was even more distorted than the first. To David, it pretty much sounded like distilled nightmares in a vocal form. The rats stared up at him, completely motionless. He hoped they were terrified, not bored out of their hive mind.
David felt a weird jolt in his stomach; he didn't have long. Phantom faded from view, becoming entirely invisible. "Flee, or be cut down where you stand," he growled, his voice becoming a low rumble, a hiss of static. That was a bit cheesy, wasn't it. Still, it worked better than saying 'run the fuck away, you inbred slimy rodentia'. The static seemed so loud now, like it was drilling into his ears.
What the hell, he decided, and roared as loud as he could for good measure. The windows of the buildings nearby shattered. He knew that the High Island would take care of that--that was his thing after all.
David lurched upright on the rooftop where he'd fallen asleep. "Fuck!" he shouted, slapping his thigh with one hand. He could still hear the echoing of his big shout in the distance. He hated how useless he really was. All those other epics could actually do things. He could...what, fly? Win a a cosplay contest? Spy on corporate secrets?
Yet when people actually needed help, and he was in a position to help them, he was functionally useless.
A nice little irony to David's powers: he never tired. Technically, he was always a little sleep deprived, but never exhausted. Phantom was as relentless now as he had been when he first awoke. The limitations to his power were really just his control over it. He was trying really damn hard to swing his massive arms with enough telekinetic speed to deal damage, but all he had managed to accomplish thus far was to brush the rats lightly aside.
Damn. He thought, without passion, as his attacks did nothing to stop the flow of rats. Most of them were paying attention to him, their beady eyes being too stupid to realize that they were just running face first into buildings he was clipping through. They probably thought he was actually hitting them back. Good. Let them be distracted.
The good fortune didn't last long, naturally. If there was one thing he knew about living in a world with superhumans, it was that shit always hit the fan after a bit. Repeatedly.
Okay, so a Rat King...thing had shown up. And it had knocked out one of the safe zones right quick. And the entire city might be overrun by weird rat things. And a bunch of Epics were in a very compromising position. All of that paled in comparison to the sudden paranoia that rats might be climbing the building where David slept, skittering over his body and opening their mouths wide over his face...
He felt adrenaline pouring into his mind. David had never felt so buzzed while asleep: Phantom dulled the emotional spectrum to a steady thrum, but now he felt nothing but sheer energy. He willed himself to grow even larger: larger than he ever had before. The ground lurched away from him as he grew steadily larger, until the rats were blurred below him.
"STOP."
The single word boomed over the entire area, shaking windows in their frames and sending tremors through the pavement. A hiss of distortion rumbled below his words, adding a hellish, menacing horror to the world around him. It sounded nothing like David Lin, which suited Phantom just fine.
The rats at the head of the swarm froze almost instantly, tripping over themselves as they halted. He didn't blame them. That sound had surprised him as well. Jesus, it was loud. Was he hearing himself, all the way back where his body slept? He probably didn't have much time.
Phantom raised a titanic arm, pointing at the Rat King with a single, jet-black finger. The hand moved relatively quickly, but at this size he had no doubt he was entirely incorporeal. He couldn't hurt a fly at this point, but they didn't know that.
"BEGONE."
The second word was even more distorted than the first. To David, it pretty much sounded like distilled nightmares in a vocal form. The rats stared up at him, completely motionless. He hoped they were terrified, not bored out of their hive mind.
David felt a weird jolt in his stomach; he didn't have long. Phantom faded from view, becoming entirely invisible. "Flee, or be cut down where you stand," he growled, his voice becoming a low rumble, a hiss of static. That was a bit cheesy, wasn't it. Still, it worked better than saying 'run the fuck away, you inbred slimy rodentia'. The static seemed so loud now, like it was drilling into his ears.
What the hell, he decided, and roared as loud as he could for good measure. The windows of the buildings nearby shattered. He knew that the High Island would take care of that--that was his thing after all.
David lurched upright on the rooftop where he'd fallen asleep. "Fuck!" he shouted, slapping his thigh with one hand. He could still hear the echoing of his big shout in the distance. He hated how useless he really was. All those other epics could actually do things. He could...what, fly? Win a a cosplay contest? Spy on corporate secrets?
Yet when people actually needed help, and he was in a position to help them, he was functionally useless.
workin on it
@Regitnui
Yes and no: as I've been writing it so far, as he gets bigger, the voice/sound he is capable of producing gets larger as well. His telekinesis remains the same level, but he can get really, really loud.
Of course I'm thinking now that an adrenaline rush while asleep would probably also wake him up, so he'd be normal again and have to deal with it. I was also thinking about this being a sort of hint to himself that like "hey, maybe I can do some more impressive things than just scare petty crooks and stuff"
but naturally i leave that up to the GM to allow/veto
I have something else in mind as backup
EDIT: basically just imagine a deafening, hollow echo as this invisible titanic phantom breathes like death itself: not deadly or powerful, but hella terrifying
Yes and no: as I've been writing it so far, as he gets bigger, the voice/sound he is capable of producing gets larger as well. His telekinesis remains the same level, but he can get really, really loud.
Of course I'm thinking now that an adrenaline rush while asleep would probably also wake him up, so he'd be normal again and have to deal with it. I was also thinking about this being a sort of hint to himself that like "hey, maybe I can do some more impressive things than just scare petty crooks and stuff"
but naturally i leave that up to the GM to allow/veto
I have something else in mind as backup
EDIT: basically just imagine a deafening, hollow echo as this invisible titanic phantom breathes like death itself: not deadly or powerful, but hella terrifying
Requesting permission for phantom to do some dope shit (aka get even bigger due to adrenaline rush)
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