I will post relatively soon, been a bit busy. Relatively soon meaning the next couple of days. Here's some math rock for your patience: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMzxiqwvh4k
As far as being a spider-bro goes, I'm going to assume it matters more on how you implement it than anything else. You should just go ahead and post a CS, dude. Worst case scenario? We don't like it. Best case? We fall in love with it and make you our new God.
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I love it when you get all science-y. 
I didn't see any problem with the CS myself, but if she's wearing shoes with rubber soles does that mean she can't shift into an electric state?
If you're interested, Silver, go ahead and put a sheet up.
I'm gonna assume MC is posting for Storm for the moment.
If you're interested, Silver, go ahead and put a sheet up.
I'm gonna assume MC is posting for Storm for the moment.
Laura growled inaudibly against the whipping wind, her right foot and hand claws planted firmly in the side of a rock for stability. They didn't really have the tools necessary to take down the Shadow King, but if they didn't render Storm unconscious soon they could very well be casualties of the weather witch's insurmountable power. She retracted her claws and made a quick dash towards her teammates, individually they had about as much of a chance of "winning" as they did of winning the lottery. John was attempting to reason with the sort-of possessed Storm, to which Laura issued a grunt of disapproval. Among the varies plans of attack, Talon realized that he was definitely going to need a codename if they made it through this. Maybe Tectonic? She pushed the thought down, as if the pressing matters made that difficult.
With some difficulty she tried to bark orders into her comm, "We must incapacitate Storm. As a team." Not that her impatience would shine through the wind and rain assaulting everybody, but she still took a fraction of a second to regret the tone. She knew that, for all their drilling, everyone else would come to that realization too...but they needed to pull together on this one. Following one bad plan was better than three or four decent ones that contradicted each other.
"John, I know it is Storm, but we have got to attack. Try and keep her busy and, maybe help me get to her. Plasma, can you fire pot-shots at her? Shadow King does not know how to use her powers like she does, she is feral. We need to take her down. Now."
A bolt of lightning punctuated her sentence for her, she barely acknowledged her own reactions to the strike. It landed a few feet off, forcing her out of cover and into the open against the wind and slanted rain. The pelts felt like rocks and the wind made it hard to move much of anywhere. Instinctively, Laura threw her hands up to protect her eyes from the weather's onslaught before another bolt of lightning blasted straight through her. She felt the air sizzling around her, smelled her cooked flesh before her nerves even had a chance to react. Her heart had stopped and the metal in her hands and feet singed and cooked right onto the blades. The mic, of course, fried and sent feedback through the other comm links; her body simply rolled across the uncharacteristically muddy ground.
It took a few moments for her to move again, for her heart to return to normal. She extended her claws, tearing the cauterized flesh so it would heal properly. Her muscles ached and continued to spasm as she pulled her self up, groggy at first before breaking into a sprint for new cover. Apparently Shadow King disliked coordination, perhaps it wasn't all wild strikes.
With some difficulty she tried to bark orders into her comm, "We must incapacitate Storm. As a team." Not that her impatience would shine through the wind and rain assaulting everybody, but she still took a fraction of a second to regret the tone. She knew that, for all their drilling, everyone else would come to that realization too...but they needed to pull together on this one. Following one bad plan was better than three or four decent ones that contradicted each other.
"John, I know it is Storm, but we have got to attack. Try and keep her busy and, maybe help me get to her. Plasma, can you fire pot-shots at her? Shadow King does not know how to use her powers like she does, she is feral. We need to take her down. Now."
A bolt of lightning punctuated her sentence for her, she barely acknowledged her own reactions to the strike. It landed a few feet off, forcing her out of cover and into the open against the wind and slanted rain. The pelts felt like rocks and the wind made it hard to move much of anywhere. Instinctively, Laura threw her hands up to protect her eyes from the weather's onslaught before another bolt of lightning blasted straight through her. She felt the air sizzling around her, smelled her cooked flesh before her nerves even had a chance to react. Her heart had stopped and the metal in her hands and feet singed and cooked right onto the blades. The mic, of course, fried and sent feedback through the other comm links; her body simply rolled across the uncharacteristically muddy ground.
It took a few moments for her to move again, for her heart to return to normal. She extended her claws, tearing the cauterized flesh so it would heal properly. Her muscles ached and continued to spasm as she pulled her self up, groggy at first before breaking into a sprint for new cover. Apparently Shadow King disliked coordination, perhaps it wasn't all wild strikes.
They're making a Mad Max video game, which blows me away. I'm working on a post, was an atypically busy week/weekend, I'll have it in tomorrow.
Name: Laura Kinney-Howlett
Alias: Talon, X-23.
Age: 28 - looks 19.
Gender: Female
Powers: Healing factor - hyper metabolism. Immune to most diseases, increased strength, agility, and endurance. Can heal through just about anything, including the Legacy Virus. There are still plenty of ways to kill her...good luck executing them. She has superhuman tracking ability and hyper-senses (Smell, sight, taste, etc.) as a result of the hyper metabolism.
She was born with bone claws, two in each hand and one in each foot. All six claws are coated in adamantium, but her skeleton is not.
Personality: Her personality and sense of self has grown and flourished since finding herself and learning more of choice and, generally just being allowed to grow. She's a lot like Wolverine, sort of cold and distant, but with a warm undertone. She still has trouble empathizing sometimes, but she understands pain and happiness very well and will do her best to help the people around her.
Bio: A deep, dark bloodstain represents her past and not all of it is hers. She's killed for The Facility and for the X-Men, for herself and for others. She was used for a weapon by various controllers, even used as a prostitute - she didn't see the difference. Still, the love and support she received from the friends she didn't realize she had had shone through. In little epiphanies, revelations and hard work she found, on the hunt for her soul, that she was much more than just an experiment. That all the pain and anger she'd felt was a symbol of humanity...as well as the restraint and kindness and the will to do right. She learned through pain how precious life is and few people have ever had to experience the pain that she went through; and all that she would go through again to make sure people never had to experience it.
Years later and after much self-discovery, she found a place back at the Mansion. She'd served as an Avenger and as a vigilante for some time. She'd traveled around the world, but found a place working with her adoptive father (and genetic progenitor). Old friends had come and gone, new ones were made. Comfort and openness she never knew existed in her childhood came easily to her, she changed from the shell of a person she thought herself to be, to a comfortable...almost personable (she's definitely still her adoptive father's genetic clone), young woman.
For the last few years at the Mansion X has taken to teaching, picking up where Wolverine left off (or collaborating with) for more combat and survival oriented classes and field exercises.
*Stares creepily and angrily at Assallya*
I feel like I just got called into the principal's office.
Hawaiian pizza: pineapple, ham and almonds.
For the sake of not taking up another post I'll put the CS in a hider.
For the sake of not taking up another post I'll put the CS in a hider.
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