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A Tattooed Girl's Place to Gab and Hangout

I'm good. At my local RC car track for tonight's racing. Just waiting for the entries to close so we can race. :)

A Tattooed Girl's Place to Gab and Hangout

Afternoon everyone. How are we all?

Finding a thread from back in 2012?

Get in contact with one of the mods. I think there was an archive system that Mahz managed to salvage.

However @Ninian is right. A couple of years ago the site went offline due to the server shutting down and many things we're lost. Thats why Mahz is basically rebuilding the guild from scratch.

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@Atrophy Just a clarification point. With Blank's ability, will he still remain visible to those with IR and X-Ray vision?

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Sorry guys. I've been really busy. I'll try to get a reply up ASAP.

@Blue Demon

It's all good. Your original post can just be tweaked so it's still relevant and it means that rather than rewriting that and a second post, you can just focus on the new post entry. :)

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G A Z E

^{A K A : R A C H A E L M O R T O N}
Gaze felt a heavy weight land on her shoulder, a mass of metal that was complimented by the sounds of a woman's voice. In a sort of humorous taunt Gorgon spoke out about not allowing Gaze to die first to which Gaze tilted her head back and to the side, looking at the bluish blur that stood next to her.

"Aw thank you," she spoke out, playing the puppy eyes look. "No one ever wants to take a bullet for the blind girl," Gaze made sure to elongate the words with an innocent tone in an attempt to farm some sympathy from those around her, even if she knew that they wouldn't give her a bar of it.

No sooner than Gaze finished her reply, Jag chimed in with the announcement that it was time to leave. Shrugging her shoulder, Gaze felt the weight of Gorgon slip off and proceeded to stand up, holding the rifle in her hands. With everyone moving about Gaze carefully began to wander towards the edge of the carriage, holding out her hand until she felt the edge of the train before sliding along until she came across the doorway that would lead into their compartment. She stepped up, into the vehicle and made her way to a seat that positioned itself next to the center aisle. As she sat down Gaze could hear the others shuffling about, moving into their seats, placing bags and satchels in compartments and preparing for the long trip ahead.

Gaze's loss of sight was a peculiar trait that she carried around with her. She was often asked why she didn't simply choose to have her eyes replaced with cybernetics, but the reasoning for doing so was a lot more complicated than that. Within the eye is a series of nerves and light receptors that pick up the imagery of the world outside and relay it to the brain through the optic nerve. Many cybernetics would reuse these resources and enhance them by changing over the iris for an adjustable lense, attaching certain features to individual nerves, or implanting different devices within the eye itself. The issue with this is that you need these resources in order to make these enhancements and in the case of Gaze the entire inside of her eyes were burnt to a crisp. The only reason why she can still see some features is because her optic nerve and a few light receptors survived.

Knowing all this Gaze learnt quite early on that she had to rely on her other senses; touch, smell, sound and taste; and although her hearing wasn't enhanced she had a keen ear to the sounds and disturbances around her. She could hear the humming of the mag rail underneath their feet and even Crash murmur to an unseen voice, but unfortunately couldn't make out what he was saying. Everything changed though when she heard the brute stand up from his feet and the doors open to the carriage where the box was being held.

Something isn't right, she passed through her own thoughts, knowing that there really shouldn't be a reason for the man to physically check the box. Her hands slipped over the rifle in her lap and she carefully disengaged the safety with a quiet click before sliding a lever back to arm the weapon with a mechanical "cha-chung". It was as if she made the prediction through a crystal ball when she heard what she had been fearing for the past minute or so.

"We got company," Crash bellowed as he stormed past the team and into the back car where the general public was situated.

Gaze had already chosen her move when Blank had announced the plan of action. She didn't really care much for the collateral damage of people, but her own opinions and that of the media were quite different. Every corporation and organisation in the world would be hearing about this in a matter of minutes and it would make the difference between the crew getting to Japan and treated as survivors of a raid, or treated as the terrorists who caused the catastrophe.

She stood up and swung around in the aisle, lifting her weapon up to her shoulder height and started to follow Crash. With a gentle request she felt the node open up on the back of her neck and the mechanical harness wrap around her neckline before extending up over the top of her head and form the mask that would eventually drop down and shield her face from the atrocities of the world. With a sudden snap the visor sealed shut and she entered a blackened state that began to digitally load up with a 270 degree vision of the world. The images quickly rendered themselves into existence with a colour pallet that seemed to be washed out like that of an old American sitcom, and for the first time since starting this job she could see the details of those around her. The bulky jacket worn by Jag and the vibrant red hair of Dame, all people that Gaze was seeing for the very first time.

None of these details mattered at the moment as Gaze pushed past the others and for the rear carriage. She came to the doorway where she hit the button on the wall, opening it up for her and the others to enter. With a short burst of haste she dashed inside and crouched behind one of the nearby chairs. In the brief moments that she had in her transition Gaze managed to sight her way down the carriage while being greeted by a short burst of fire from the opposing forces.

"The rear of the carriage has VIP compartments," she announced over the intercom as she heard screams of passengers fill her ears, "I can also see about five targets."

Gaze lifted her visor up for a moment, removing the extra vision that she had before propping herself upwards over the top of the chair and lining up her rifle to take a shot. As the scope lined up to her eye she could see as clear as day the cross-hairs wander over the potential victims until they settled on a lone individual who was foolish enough to not use his cover correctly. With a squeeze of the trigger the barrel exploded with energy as the bullet passed through the man's mouth and out the back of his skull. Seeing the confirmation of the kill Gaze dropped down to the floor just as the chair fabric shattered over her body from the return fire.

"Four targets..." she announced as the visor slipped back over her face.

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Post for me will be coming up soonish. I don't work on Fridays and I just woke up. :P

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@Traitor

Supervillainy 101

Hopefully that post works. I think once we get the current group posting again it'll be easier for follow up responses. :)

Supervillainy 101

EPPIE JONES
^{Inner Turmoil}

Eppie wandered around the newly acquired base in her injured state, trying hard to keep out of the sight of the others. Her body slid along the walls leaving a slight blood trail from the wound in her abdomen. She paused for a moment, peering into the control room where the Third Invincible Sister was thrashing about with the uneasy sound of bones cracking before she stopped and began to stand back up. Eppie somewhat noticed an ever so slight change to her body, she seemed more muscular and taller, but the sight was something she dismissed. She hadn't known the sister for long enough to know the ins and outs of her appearance, instead she just turned away and continued on.

The girl was on a mission, an important one at that. She had remembered that one of those that went off to the Casino had been a Doctor and she was in need of some assistance from him. The wounds to her body would take too long to heal naturally and she needed to be ready for the next fight as soon as possible.

As she entered the hanger area Eppie noticed a large Meat Van. A peculiar sight, but one that caught her attention none the less. She saw the good doctor step into the back of the van, carrying something in his hand.

"Hey..." Eppie called out in a soft tone. She was surprised at how weak her call for help was, but it wasn't expected thanks to the use of her ability and the injury she sustained.

Done it this time haven't you...

Your lack of obedience is what lead Eppie here.

So you didn't want Maw to kill that creature? Is that what Eppie are saying?

The inner thoughts between Maw and Eppie continued on as she collapsed to the ground on her knees only a few meters away from the Van. She sat there in silence staring at the wheels of the vehicle, focusing on the argument going on inside her head as her wound seeped blood ever so slowly.

_{That's it... Fight amoungst yourselves. Break that bond between you two so that I can finally have what is rightfully mine!}