Alex sighed, letting that dark place inside her free, hardness entering her. Apparently this would be a fight.
"Look, lady, I'm deaf. Hopefully you at least understand me," she said slowly. Glancing at Comet, she raised an eyebrow. "You've gotten yourself into a mess. Is she talking?"
Alex twirled her sword idly. "Now, anyways, Comet is an ass. I would almost expect he's caused offense. But he's a hero. He helped defeat the Rat King. He's helped countless others. Now you....I don't even know your name. Your look. I can't say one way or the other how to place you yet. So, how about it? Do we really need to engage? Because I can bring in every major hero in this City in seconds. And being interrupted would make them angry."
Her eyes tracked the destruction. Calculating.
Looks like a form of teleportation... she thought to herself.
Sorry if it's a bit harsh, but this is legitimately how I imagine Guilt fighting, and the reason I warned that she was dangerous. As such I would hope some other character, perhaps one who requires either an intro or something to do, might appear to assist Comet in surviving this little encounter...
Apologies for the inconvenience.
I think it's interesting, personally. Let's see how she deals with Alex.
Alex was enjoying having a day to herself. Relax. Be lazy. She could-
She cursed as her phone went off, vibrating against her breasts. Traveler, a giant pillar just appeared in the more rundown section. Making hell of a ruckus.
She read the message from one of her contacts. It was partially how she was able to get involved in so many fights and disasters, help the response teams quicker than many Heroes could respond.
[I] On my way. [/] She replied, already changing outfits.
A doorway, and she was at the scene.
A woman with a mask. Alex didn't recognize her. Hero, Villain, or Independent? she wondered to herself.
The pillar was already sinking beyond her range. Definitely nothing good would come off it sinking the entire way.
Alex reacted instead of thinking about it. She opened a portal as far down into the hole as she could, catching the pillar not far above the solid Stone base, and teleported it to the frozen tundra in the North, uninhabitable by normal means.
At least she's stopped the worst of the pillar, whatever it was for.
"Sup?" She asked casually. "You're making a hell of a ruckus. I'd ask what's going on, but I wouldn't know what you said with that mask on. So how about some general movements?"
She lifted her sword from it's sheath. "Not sure if you're good or bad, so let's take this slow, shall we?"
@AtomicNut If you fall short as can't think of a good place to input him (or start something with him) just let us know. We'll happily cook something up.
@AtomicNut No worries, mate, I completely understand. They're very minor, and don't impact the legibility of it. I always assume English isn't someone's first language, because it's ridiculous to assume it is.
Personality: Al is a somber man, cynical to the extreme. He clearly cares little about mincemeating when speaking his opinion out loud and spares no one of his verbal lashing. His usual gruff demeanor is only a consequence of how war-scarred he is, and emotionally numb, a thick shell he has grown to protect his sanity over the years. Beneath all that, however, lies the once gentle nature of a man who wanted to do what was right for others, and that he would protect the weak with his own strength. Having said that, kinds and generally youngsters are the exception to his cynical demeanour, and he has always time to lecture the young about the ways of the world.
Appearance: Albert is a grizzled middle aged man, with graying sideburns on his otherwise brown hair. Despite the surgence of wrinkles and the scars that pepper his entire face and body, he's still a bit of a rough handsome devil with blue eyes. Of average height and constitution, he usually wears a checkered sweater with a shirt, jeans and boots whenever he's off duty. On duty... well whatever his current chief says he has to wear. He carries a butterfly knife at all times, a gift from a fellow comrade-in-arms.
Background: Albert was born in some small town in North England. For the most part, his childhood was humble, but pretty uneventful. Just daily routines and chores, and perhaps the odd troublemaking or two. Born the eldest of three, Albert also learned from an early age the responsibility of protecting and teaching the younger. He mused in his infantile behaviour, that perhaps his calling in life was a teacher. However, when the Starbursts happened, his entire world vanished in a single night. His town was ravaged by monsters when he was on a field trip with many others as a teenager. His entire family perished.
The shock made him reconsider his calling in life, and after he hit the legal adult age after being put under estate care, the young man jumped in the armed forces as a sniper, who were bearing the strain of trying to hold the monsters off all while waiting for the Epics to take them out. Over and over again, he tossed himself in the battlefield with his many comrades, knowing that he could not win, only buy time and act as a human shield for the civilians to be spared of the brunt of the clash of monstrous beings versus the Epics. He never faltered. He never truly surrendered nor despaired. The hellish battlefield, and seeing comrades being replaced by new faces over and over again only made him more resolute. His rank ballooned up, mainly because field promotions were abundant in such a chaotic scenario.
And then, just as he was about to break, he managed to do the impossible. He managed to take out monsters with only his grit, his men, and decidedly inferior firepower. The events were rare and isolate enough to be noticed, much less alter the course of the war, but the deed had been done. Sooner than later, Albert was approached by his superiors, and decided to lend him to other places and battlefields in the world, usually where the worst situation was.
It was then when Albert broke. He broke two things. First of all, the preconception of Epics as untouchable, and second of them, the world record on sniping distance, as he put away a maddened Epic with a single headshot far from his reach. For his gruesome deed, the propaganda machine churned out a name for him. Gungnir, spear of Odin. He always found that nickname too pretentious, but he conceded, if only because it would lift up the spirit of his comrades in arms.
However, the victories he had won were phyrric, and in the end, the reality forced the governments to shut down the insane operations that had ordered Albert to do, specially after the show of power by the High Epics in Manhattan, which drove deep the point on how badly outclassed normal people were. Albert was relieved from duty, and with great honors. But the man couldn't stay idle. All those years in the battlefield, and knowing that somehow, the battle still raged on.
It was then when he heard about a certain ECPD department in Manhattan that could use people like him...
We'll need to wait for @Regitnui, but other than a few grammatical errors early on...I like it.
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