thewizardguy

The Metahuman Revolution

Wait.... what shattered, the armour or the blade? I hope the armour, but you were quite vague there.

S.H.I.E.L.D: New Heroes Initiative

The girl just shot white stuff at him from his wrists. Whilst certainly unexpected, this was mildly annoying at best. Was this her power? To mildly annoy people with sticky white stuff? He'd just.... Frowning, he looked down as he tried to walk, finding that his feet were stuck to the ground. Had she shot him with some kind of glue? If so, that would certainly explain why she'd looked so smug when she'd hit him. "You girls and your glue...." Obviously, however, she had made a mistake. It was a rather large mistake, and one Bearman had been surprised she would make. A mistake that was the undoing of any kind of attack. She'd used it on Bearman! With grunt, he ripped a grouping of bricks from the ground, the web sticking to the shattered fragments of stone. It took him a second to find his balance, it had been a long time since he'd worn shoes. "You should be old enough to know that it's never a good idea to make the bears angry...." Walking over to Spiderwoman, Bearman cracked a slight smile. His mouth, whilst similar to that of a bear, was quite capable of smiling. It was a rather odd sight. "I do hope these things dissolve. Else the situation might become.... unbearable." The bear chuckled softly. "Don't worry, Bearman is not easily offended. Neither by your puny doors, or by your glue. Now, where is the food in this building? I could eat a horse!" Smiling brightly now, Bearman looks around at his new comrades.

The Metahuman Revolution

yay! First fight scene! BTW, I'm justifying the effectiveness of 57's attacks with his inhuman speed. Magi was expecting to be facing a human opponent, and 57 is far faster than any mortal opponent. As such, Magi took a bar of ice to the face before he could even react.

The Metahuman Revolution

Ice formed a crystaline water structure. Disruption of the crystals in question was capable of absorbing a significant quantity of kinetic force, due to it's hardness and brittleness. Any caliber of bullet incapable of punching through the ice without shattering it would find the force behind it absorbed by the entire sheet of ice, stopping it in it's tracks. The crystaline structure would convey the energy nearly instantly, causing the entire structure to fall as one. Of course, despite these properties, this ice would be incapable of stopping a single shot from his railgun, which would apply it's kinetic energy only to the small area it impact, leaving the rest of the ice untouched and thus maintaining nearly full velocity. It was additionally vulnerable to a sufficiently sharp blade, if used correctly. Whilst cutting 'against the grain' of the ice would cause the kinetic force to be absorbed, if one were to move the blade along the crystal's structure one would encounter hardly any resistance. With two swift moments, the front bars of the already melting obstruction were separated from the rest of the construct. A swift kick launched one across the room, where his opponent was forced to dodge. Clever application of mechanical force allowed the crystalline structure to remain intact upon impact with the metal-clad boot, as it was accelerated towards the mage. His opponent clearly fashioned himself a sorcerer. Whilst his demonstrated power consisted only of the generation of ice structures, he had spoken in Latin. 'Ice Cage', would be a rough translation. This left two options. Either he had named his attacks, as some mutants had a fondness for doing, or his power required him to speak certain phrases for it to function. The concept of required speech was consistent with the idea of a sorcerer, which was reinforced by his choice of clothing and the formation of an orb of energy around his hand as he had performed his 'attack'. As such, the strategic course of action was simple. He could remove his opponent's capability to speak, either through death or lack of air. Closing the distance with inhuman speed, 57 made swift use of the distraction he himself had created. As the mage turned towards him, a swift blow to the neck sent him backwards, gasping for air. Without air, it would be impossible for him to utter the phrases necessary for his capabilities. Equally swift, the blow was followed up with a blade scything through the air, aimed for that very same neck. Within mere moments, he would incapacitate this most troublesome opponent. No words were spoken - they were unnecessary and would only slow down the inhuman killing machine. He was created for assassination and death, to apply justice with extreme prejudice. These terrorists were those who would see the world burn for their own gain, those who were blinded by their own greed. They were less than human, creatures of filth and hatred. Every single mutant would be exterminated.

The Metahuman Revolution

Well, hopefully with some new blood this can last a little longer. I hate it when people just disappear without saying a word. I'm going to try and contact those that have left - specifically Makarov and DJ.

The Blood Compact

Seems like everybody's ill this week. I'm recovering from a serious sick spell.

S.H.I.E.L.D: New Heroes Initiative

Bearman didn't like the smirking one, he looked like a brat. He'd make sure to throw him across the room sometime. In Bearman's experience, high-speed impacts with the far wall had a tendency to severely reduce people's tendency to be annoying. Occasionally due to fear of repetition, and occasionally because they were incapable of cognitive thought. Either way, it was a highly effective method, which he had found need to apply often. "You build your doors too small! You need a bear-sized door!" Growling, bearman marched across the room, as he looked down. One of the people here smelled like demon. Bearman had no problem with demons, unlike most sentient beings in general. As long as demons didn't mess with him, he didn't mess with them - and as far as he could remember, no demon had messed with him or his family. The others were human, as far as Bearman could tell. Most of them were but children, clearly unsuited for battle. "Why are all these children here, fighting? You should be in your rooms, and let the grownups fight!" Had Bearman had eyebrows, he would have furrowed them. Whilst this group certainly smelled strange, he found the quantity of teenagers among them disconcerting. What were they doing in a military location?

S.H.I.E.L.D: New Heroes Initiative

It had been a long time since Bearman had seen the inside of a military facility. Again and again they had told him it wasn't, but Bearman could practically smell it. Weapons, sweat, determination..... this was a place where soldiers were trained. Whether they used guns, or some form of paranormal ability, it made little difference. They were the men and women who chose a cause to fight for, who chose a cause to die for. They were the soldiers of this new organization, SHIELD. Walking through the hallways, he considered the implications of being a soldier once again. He couldn't remember his own time serving the Soviet Union, and as such he had little experience he could call upon. However, in certain ways the concept was appealing. He had always enjoyed fighting, and if one is going to fight anyway, why not do so in a manner that helps people? At least at the moment, Bearman could find no reason not to do so, which was why he had accepted SHIELD's invitation in the first place. The sound and smell of battle, not too far away. It was not battle with guns, but rather with paranormal capabilities, as would be expected in a facility such as this. For some reason, people were fighting. Moving on all fours, Bearman rushed through the tight corridors. SHIELD personnel and guards alike were bowled over, some managing to jump aside in time to avoid an unhealthy meeting with the ground. Arriving at the scene of the fight, he found his way barred by a door - and a small one at that. However, there was no time to find an alternate route. With a crack and a bang, the wall collapsed, as the door itself was propelled across the room, slowly skidding to a stop on the stone floor of the training area. Through the newly created hole stepped Bearman, standing on his hind legs as he marched into the area. The cloud of dust and broken stone that had gathered around his legs like a brownish fog only added to the figure he struck. "Bearman has arrived! Where is da fighting?!"

S.H.I.E.L.D: New Heroes Initiative

Sorry for the lack of postage, I've been ill. Currently looking for a way to introduce Bearman. Without it being completely contrived, that is.

The Blood Compact

In any case, I'm sick as a dog, so my posts will be slow. I won't be able to post tomorrow period. Sorry for the inconvenience.