Spiffy

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Replying to @Platinumskink

After hearing the voice of Creep Swarm glanced at Firefly with a quick nod. Then with a demeanor of a man who felt out of place he replied, "Uh, hello there," Barry stated glancing around for the origin of the voice, "I am a structural engineer and was looking for work. I am gifted in designing buildings' infustructures. With the Rockers recent expansions I felt it was in our interests to offer my skills before someone else did."

Still glancing around, Swarm unzipped his backpack and pulled out a set of blueprints. They looked legitimate as he placed them on the receptionist's desk. "These are simple drafts and I can edit them to accommodate your plans.." He shifted around nervously, as if he was in a dangerous job interview.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

How did they go?

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Before he could react, Judah was slammed against a barrier of lethal force. He flew backwards into the wall behind him still clutching his weapon with a death grip. A loud crunch echoed in the room as Judah's body bounced off the wall, making an indent in it. He fell forward onto his stomach gasping for air. His Kevlar vest offered some protection against the impact to his vitals and spine. Even still, he bled from his nose, head, left arm and leg.

Judah struggled to lift his head and good arm toward Sonika. Pain shot up through his bleeding leg and arm. Anger boiled up within him. It was either that or give into the despair of defeat. Judah would make them work for it.

He released emotions of blinding rage toward his opponents. The type that would make someone abandon all measures of self-preservation in primal aggression. Then Judah fired off the remaining rounds of his weapon at Sonika from his prone position. His hope was for her to abandon her defensive assault and be tagged with 9mm holopoint ammunition.

After the bullets had whizzed toward his opponent Judah struggled to his feet. He grunted in immense pain from the effort. His left arm hung uselessly to his side and his leg hardly held any weight. Blood trickled down from his wounds. Rage still swelled within him and all around.

Then Judah tossed his pistol to the side and ceased all emotional influence at once. He spat blood onto the ground and offered a challenge through labored breaths, "You're nothing...without your power...fight me..hand..to..hand..." Judah shifted most of his weight onto his good leg. Then he raised his right arm aggressively toward whichever opponent accepted his challenge.

"Pure blood sport. Like the gladiators of old. The only out being the death of enemy or yourself. What a way to go," Judah thought to himself.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Referring to @Platinumskink

Gabriel glanced at the receptionist and replied with a wide grin, "We are looking for Creep. We've heard of the great lengths in which she has gone in order to make The Rocker's a respectable establishment. Is she available?" He continued to smile at the receptionist as if she was the only one in the room. For all they knew he could be there for a job. With those fine clothes an invester. Even an angry parahuman with a grudge. Anything was possible.

This time, Swarm would not be caught unawares. Slowly and steadily he lifted many dust particles in the air with telekinesis in a 15 foot radius around. Firefly was aware of this tactic from interactions with Swarm before. It would help to reveal any invisible figures who were hiding from view more easily. As dust was displaced unnaturally, spies could be found...

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Responding to @Gardevoiran

The wall exploded to Judah's left followed by the door behind him being knocked off its hinges. He instinctively covered his head with his hands and got down to one knee. Axel barked in fright and cowered next to his master. Then, out of the debris stepped some of The Community's heaviest hitters. Sonika and Xolotol. There would be no escape from this..

They informed the duo that Patriarch wanted a word with them and Judah knew it wasn't to discuss the weather. They had pissed The Community off, royally. Was there a way out? That's when Farce spoke up. At first, Judah grimaced. Not wanting to see his friend fall along with the rest of them. However, as she continued to speak, the pieces of her plan formed together in Judah's mind. She was blackmailing them into keeping her alive with Limbo. "Brilliant." He thought.

When she had finished, Judah gave Gaia a knowing look that had a twinge of sadness in it. Axel growled at the intruders, determined to tear them to pieces with a single command. To his surprise, Judah only patted Axel lovingly until the growling subsided. Then Judah directed him to Gaia with a command, "Go boy!" His canine companion hesitated for a moment, but then did as his master ordered, sitting directly at Gaia's feet. He whimpered quietly as if he knew something the others didn't, instinctively.

Judah slowly stood upright, not wanting to surprise the intruders with any sudden movements, yet. Then a thought entered Farce's mind, "Goodbye, Gaia." Suddenly, with all the emotional power he could muster, Judah released a meteor of terror directed at the two intruders. A fear that could bring even a courageous man to his knees. A fear that felt like death itself. With a strangely calm voice Judah stated, "You will have to kill me first." At the same time he drew his 1911 sidearm. With a single motion he fired at Xolotol three times before turning his attention to Sonika and unloading the rest of his magazine on her.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

But then everything changed when The Community attacked.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Referring to @Platinumskink

They'd made it. It wasn't hard to find. They advertised themselves quite clearly. Good, bad-guys. Damien chuckled to himself and said aloud, "What a joke. They are actually trying to make themselves look like they are for the people. We're not falling for it." He took a long drag of his cigarette in front of the Rocker HQ. The Rockers had bounced back quite nicely after their disastrous meeting with the Protectorate. Creep had made sure of that. A fact that disgruntled Swarm. However, due to recent circumstances their original plan of destroying the Rockers was indefinitely on hold. They had much more pressing things to worry about...

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One Week Prior

Affliction's Home

Damien knocked on the door for a few minutes until he was almost banging against it. In one swift motion, he kicked it open. Stepping inside, the meatspace was something to behold. Disgusting panoramas of flesh covered everything. Affliction wasn't kidding when he described his power's capabilities. Every piece of furniture was covered in nasty parasitic flesh. Swarm was hesitant to touch anything. Then he called out, "AFFLICTION! WE'RE HERE!" ....no response. Swarm walked further in, careful not to touch anything. He entered Affliction's room with caution. Not sure what would happen next. He had the vial somewhere around here...

Next to a computer monitor lay two bodies. One was Hemoglobin covered in the parasitic flesh with two knives sticking him. The other was Affliction himself, clutching his heart. Swarm nudged the bodies with his shoe. Probing for signs of life. "You alright?" Silence. Swarm looked down at them for some time before sighing, "Did you really go and off each other just like that?"

He turned to look at the computer monitor. Perhaps the only object in the house not covered in flesh. Swarm put his gloves on and moved the mouse. On the screen was the program Skype. Within the last hour there had been a single call received from the username MB. The messages that plastered the wall ranged from very personal information and the most demeaning, profane-ridden language Swarm had ever seen. It would put any 12 year old online troll to shame. As he continued to read the wall, he came to messages about the two regarding one another. And it was nothing good. That's when the call began.

"They killed each other. But why? They got along as well as any freaks we've known." "Who cares? We need to find that vial! It's ours now." Swarm began rummaging through the pockets of Affliction until he came to the precious coveted vial. One lucky, or unlucky individual would have the opportunity to gain power, and do as they said.

Swarm looked down one last time at the former team known as Reflections and stated, "We'll find who did this. Someone this strong shouldn't be left alone." He reached down and plucked the two knives from Hemogoblin. Perhaps those infected knives may still be of use.

As he left the house he thought, "Now, who would be a good candidate for this?"

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With Reflections out of the picture, Swarm was looking for some new allies. Fortunately, they had found a viable canidate for the vial. That individual stood next to Swarm, they were partners of sorts. They didnt need to be friends to work together. No man was an island, even one with many personas. The Rockers would expect an attack by Swarm, but they would not expect to be met with his partner. But was attacking them what he really wanted?

Affliction's tainted blades were sheathed safely in Swarm's belt. Ready for action at any time. Many small tungsten steel balls filled an attachment as well. Perfect for throwing with telekinesis. In a backpack was his mask, to don in a moment's notice. They were ready this time for anything. But the question was, what was their goal in the first place?

The duo stepped toward the door of the HQ and entered. To anybody inside they just looked like normal civillians. Surprise was on their side.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Cicero Bladewalker

Cicero dodged with all the speed he could conjure up to the right side. He aimed to pick up a fallen cutlass that lay near a drunken sailor. If he could outpace his opponent he had a chance. He spoke back to the sword-wielding man, "Hey now! You wouldn't make mincemeat of your guest, now would you?" This was a long shot, but if he could pick up the weapon he could defend himself until Gwyn came back.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Captain Cedric D. Boone - Cannon Castle X

Responding to @Gardevoiran and @Leaves

Boone looked to Bonekid and smiled, "Thanks friend! I'm not very easy on the yes, Bawhahahahaha!" He took his clothes back and dressed himself. He was still muddy, but now he was covered. He sat down in the stands and rested. Sighing to himself. It had been a tough match, but he'd come out on top in the end.

He watched Runch decimate his foe with chess-like strategy. Taking him apart. Even when the man thought he was ahead, he was only one step behind. It culminated in the grand finale as the man bulged out like a balloon. Then Boone yelled out in congradulations, "You took him down Captain! That's the chef we need right now! Bawhahahaha!"

Feya began to do a group huddle which Cedric happily joined. Team spirit was one of the 5 basic crew groups. Or was it good groups? Regardless he wholeheartedly agreed and slammed his head into the center along with the rest of them. Then he fell over from the impact and was knocked unconscious. Apparently Feya and Bonekid's heads were much harder then he anticipated.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Talking to @Gardevoiran

Judah's eyes snapped open in the dark bedroom. He shot up to a sitting position as he gasped for air. Cold sweat covered his bed-sheets, "Another nightmare", he thought. Axel whined and nuzzled his master, attempting to comfort him. Judah hesitated for a moment as if he was unsure of what lay next to him. Then he heard the whimper of his faithful friend. Judah smiled and began to pat the German Shepard, "Sorry pal, didn't mean to scare you." Axel panted excitedly. Happy to see his master was okay.

Judah rubbed his face in his hands. The last few nights had been awful. Two more of his allies had been killed and he was indirectly responsible for their deaths. This fact weighed heavily on his soul. Even their latest addition to the team, Excaliblast, had confronted him and left as soon as she could. Healer had a panic attack the day of their battle and Judah hadn't heard from her since... The one thing that gave Mantis some solace was that Farce was alive. And with her...the lives of both Limbo and Whipstich. Even now she proceeded to gather intel from the undead Community Lieutenant. Judah wouldn't have any problems beating her to a pulp a second time, but right now they needed information.

Judah looked at his watch which said 6:24 am. He picked up his phone from the nightstand and texted Farce, "Heading over now with Axel. Put some coffee on and please be dressed this time." He didn't want a repeat of a situation that occurred awhile back regarding switching twins. Though now there was only one.

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After he had packed his things in a duffel bag, Judah took off in his mustang to Farce's place. Axel sat patiently in the backseat with his seat belt on. Judah had trained him well. Axel was one of Judah's only true friends left. He stuck with him through thick and thin.

When they arrived at Farce's apartment, Judah slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and approached the door. He knocked and waited for a reply from Farce. Hopefully she was doing alright. Losing her brother a second time was an experience no one should ever have to go through. Nothing was worth Sparce's death. Nothing could bring him back now. All they could do was press on.