Scarifar

The Collector

............. it's dead.

S.U.P.E.D.

I thought heat made conducting electricity worse.

Yu-Gi-Oh! Return of the Shadows

Titans of Earth

I'd post, but all Press is doing is standing on a rooftop watching for shit to fly.

Mutants of Barclay

People and double posts these days, eh?

S.U.P.E.D.

Hah, "office" he says. I'm planning for some luxury areas, like saunas and pools and- wait, these are bad things for Daniel, who is all about fire. Hmm.... maybe I should have Daniel be a chef. :3

S.U.P.E.D.

Daniel was slightly concerned about the mutants, especially when seeing the other heroes having quite some trouble, but hey, money was what called the S.U.P.E.D. to action. He spewed out the coffee he was drinking when $1,000,000 was mentioned. He coughed for a couple seconds, then managed to say, "In cash? Jeez, they must be getting desperate. I only got $175,000 from my last job." He reached into his jacket, taking out his headphones and putting them on. He then summoned a fireball to his right hand, his hair turning blonde and eyes turning blue instantly. "I'm not gonna pass up a million. Let's get to the action and burn them all up," Daniel said, smiling evilly.

Moderators - The Virtual Abyss

Michelle sighed. This is one reason why she chose a ranged weapon, unlike her teammates who thought they'd look "cool" waving around what would be toothpicks and q-tips when facing large viruses. Michelle aimed and fired again, the shot landing on what Michelle thought was the head. It seemed to do a bit of damage, but then the virus got irritated and advanced toward Michelle's stack of shipping crates. She (probably wisely) chose to get up and jump off onto a nearby stack of wooden boxes before a tentacle swung downward at where Michelle was originally, denting the shipping crate on top.

Michelle crouched and readied her rifle for another shot, but then another tentacle destroyed the bottom of the stack of wooden crates. Needless to say, they toppled to the ground, having Michelle fall to the ground for the second time today. She flailed wildly, accidentally firing a shot that missed by a mile before falling on her side. Fortunately, her suit had pads that helped cushion falls, among other things. Winded, she took a second before getting up and running away, while a tentacle smashed the place where she was barely a second ago. She started to run, but then realized that during the fall she had dropped her sniper rifle..... right where the tentacle hit. She was in a predicament, since without her weapon she would be useless yet it was far too dangerous to retrieve it. The tentacle still lay there, trapping her weapon underneath it.

Distracted, she didn't notice another tentacle headed straight for her until it struck her full force, smacking her straight into a wall, creating an indent of her body onto it. She stuck there for a second before gravity pulled her to the ground, where she lay unconscious, blood slowly trickling out of her mouth for a couple seconds before stopping. She would be a mass of pain when she woke up, and there would most likely be broken bones.

Mutants of Barclay

Name: Press Dalton
Age: 28

Appearance

Brown hair, brown eyes, metal glasses frame that seems to serve no purpose, grey shirt, grey leggings, carries at least 3 screwdrivers/awls with him.

Bio

Press was a normal kid until around the age of 8, when the first sign of his abilies showed, after a small tantrum when he got his cupcake stolen by the head bully. Needless to say, the bully never bothered him again, and carries a scar on his arm to prove it. Everyone soon avoided him after the incident, except for a few friends who had known him since 1st grade. Press just tried to keep his powers inactive, vowing never to use them again, unless it was absolutely necessary. He grew up in this fashion for many years, always staying calm even in the worst arguments, and the incident soon faded from people's memories.

Then the "incident' began, where the entire nation panicked over multiple incidents involving the dead eating the living, stuff that could have been taken care of completely had people kept a level head, at least in Press' opinion. Trapped in a classroom with the doors gradually being broken down, Press felt that it was finally time to use his ability, forming spikes out of the metal on the desks and shooting them through each zombie's head. He saved many students in this fashion, and was regarded as a hero by them. They wanted Press to lead the group, but Press knew that his talents did not include leadership skills and gave that position to someone he thought was a leader. Fortunately, that chosen leader was remarkably capable, and led them to safety many times when others would have panicked and died.

It couldn't last forever, though, and the group eventually fell apart one by one until Press was the only one left. He lasted for a few days, fending off individual zombies and finding small stores of food and water wherever he could. He was almost at Death's door when a group of 3 people found him and gave him food and water. 2 of them had seen him perform his ability and thought he was the savior in their so-called "prophecy", while the last was still somewhat sane and gave Press supplies, then sent him on his way when the 2 crazed "prophets" were distracted. From there Press went on his own way, eventually put in the place where he is now, in Barclay, making new ammo and weapon parts out of scrap metal that people find and bring to him.

Ability

Metallokinesis (aka mapulating metal). Ranges from standard "moving it around as if using telekinesis on it" to changing durability and density of metal. Capable of removing rust too.

Physical mutations: None
Standard weapon: Mossberg 500 Shotgun.

Yu-Gi-Oh! Summon Masters

Freya constantly bombarded Michelle with questions, making sure her deck was up to snuff. "You got 'Photon Sanctuary'?" Freya asked. "Check," Michelle replied. Questions like this went on for the entire bus ride. The duel with Gale yesterday, and even the one with Saze, made her think about her deck, and Michelle wondered how she could improve her deck. She had been considering many cards in her collection, but didn't know which ones to add and which to remove. Perhaps only Duels would tell. Speaking of Duels, it seemed that no one cared that Michelle won her exhibition duel yesterday, which was probably fortunate, but Michelle didn't notice. She started roaming the school as soon as she arrived.

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Press was busy working on worksheets about various cards to help tribute summon. Needless to say, there were actually a lot of ways to do so, but with the help of his own minds and the internet, Press was almost done. Tokens, trap monsters, cards that special summoned themselves, etc, etc. Press used some of the methods here himself, so it was not too long before Press finished. Now all he needed to do was then it in. He headed off to the classroom where it was due, even though the work was actually due tomorrow. Then again, with it done early, that left time for other things.