thewizardguy

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

Bearman blinks as he looks around the room, suddenly charged with emotional tension, even as the girl vaulted over him - not an easy feat, taking into account his length. Once again, things had gotten far too complicated for his liking. Humans were such noisy creatures, always getting upset, always rushing through life at a breakneck pace. "Look, I know I am new here, but we are going to be working together for a long time, no? We will get to know each other, but we must know how much to know. Everyone will share their story in time." He rubbed one paw over his rugged forehead, slightly awkward at the entire situation. Bearman had never been much of a speaker. "The girl will calm down in time, and then she may speak more. But we should not press things." Sitting down in the centre of the floor, Bearman started working the concrete and webs from his feet using his claws. "I am Bearman, the result of a supersoldier program in Russia. I do not know who I was before, but it does not matter. Now I am Bearman. I came here so that I might help people, and meet those who would not fear my appearance." He glances upwards at the small gathering of mutants and mages. "So then, who are you? Tell only what you wish to. But I would like to know who I will be fighting besides."

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

@thewizardguy Gwen's mask & hoodie are on XD She never removes the mask, unless she is alone.

@WizardGirl

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The Metahuman Revolution

And with an obnoxious habit of pausing mid-sentence. But your point has been understood.

The Blood Compact

His army has been slaughtered, his dreams of conquest crushed, and the Purge are no doubt on his ass. Quite probably, he's going to try to keep the small group of Oldbloods he had gathered together. meet with them, make some speeches, prepare for the next assault. Maybe he'll be forced to deal with SOLDIER, or to contract with human weapon suppliers. Giving all his vampires machine guns would be highly effective against the Purge, at least.

The Blood Compact

Ima doing things, other people may also do things. Do things, people. If anyone wants, I'll send one of my chars to interact with them. Maybe make a new character to allow for better vamp interaction.

The Blood Compact

"Beautiful, I appreciate your promptness" Mathew took a sip of his coffee, as he absentmindedly typed in commands to his secondary computer, already tracing the call to it's origin point. It had been scrambled, of course, bounced to multiple network services that would shut down and interchange, creating an almost untraceable signal. The very element of secrecy, and mere fuel for the fire of Mathew's curiosity. "May I assume that I'm speaking to the Collector, or at least someone with the capability to make an arrangement with him? I have a rather important business proposal to make, and I'd rather speak directly to the man." He wasn't on a phone, of course. He simply spoke through his computer's microphone, which was attached to his earpiece.

The Metahuman Revolution

Yeah, you're pretty much fighting a black Captain America with cooler gear.

The Metahuman Revolution

Deception is an important tool in the battle against fools. Whereas upon a glance, 57's armour certainly did look metallic, it was not made of metal, at least not externally. Instead, it was plated with a series of scale-like constructs formed from molecularly altered glass, a material almost as hard as diamond and highly capable of redirecting kinetic energy. Furthermore, glass formed an amazing isolator, both for electricity and heat. The slight quantity of water vapour in the air gave far less resistance than this armoured suit, which had been designed with such attack in mind. In a flash, the blast of electric energy struck the floor, sinking deep into the earth. It never even touched the genetically enhanced killing machine. Few opponents realized how critical it was to understand one's target. Whilst this target was certainly versatile, he was also apparently human. A single blow was all 57 would need, a strike to the Central Cortex for instant brain death. No amaount of magic would be able to save this fool then. However, seeing as how his opponent was clearly capable of defending himself, and would undoubtedly have a variety of tricks up his sleeve, 57 would need to find a way to surprise him. One of hands already held a gun, although no human could have seen him draw it. Even as he sliced forward with the sword, forcing his opponent to move back, he was analysing the room. The amount of electrical equipment in the room, predominantly the life support systems, would require a central connection and power source. Within a second, he went through all possible connections in his mind, taking into account the knowledge he had already gained about the building through his observations on the way here. They would have needed to reroute the electrical systems in order to allow it to provide the required amount of electricity. Spotting it was easy. The gun didn't bang, as conventional ballistic weaponry would do. Instead, it was nearly soundless, a slight hum from the movement of electricity, and a hiss as the bullet was accelerated to Mach 3 within the space of a second. The impact made a thump, drowned out almost instantly by the crackling of the failing electronics. The lights went dark, as the many life support systems deactivated. Instantly, all electricity in the room was gone, and just for a moment, even the prestigious Magi was blind. As Magi would have generated light, through whatever means, he would find the room empty. Not that 57 had left. Killing Magi in the dark had a high risk of failure, even with 57's infrared vision. Instead, he was hidden, using the camouflaging capabilities of his suit to blend into the environment like a chameleon. He would wait a moment, just a moment, and then he would strike, annihilating his opposition. To go for the quick kill was to lose the day. He would be patient, and strike his opponent down when it was least expected.

The Metahuman Revolution

The armour. It's temporary and meant to shield from potentially fatal blows. While it's probably much stronger than the blade, it was already weakened by the kick. It could have potentially weakened the structure of the blade, however.

@Shikaru

Eh, I doubt that. This blade is quite literally harder than diamond. See my CS for details. Chemistry is awesome. Thanks for clarifying, however.

The Blood Compact

'Slaughter of Kilo Point: First Sign of Revolt'? So read the headline of the papers Mathew had opened, as he scanned the article. His own connections had already gathered information on the case, of course - a skirmish of such size could not occur without drawing the attention of his employees. The mobilization of the Purge had also been mentioned to him, and he had suspected that this might happen. Rumours stolen from the heart of SOLDIER, however, would suggest that this newspaper was far closer to the truth than one might think. With the presence of that many Oldbloods, there was no doubt in his mind that something was going on. A revolt? Maybe. However, if the vampires were making a move, he would definitely need to get involved - he had stakes in this war, after all. And whether some might not realize it yet, everyone did. "Lucy, bring me my coffee, and a list of my British connections. I have a man I need to track down." [Yes sir, coffee will arrive in 32 seconds] A list of figures appeared on his screen, businessmen and scoundrels, from both sides of the market. Britain, as the world's only real vampire nation, would be caught in the middle of this. Furthermore, there was a certain figure in Britain that had interested Mathew for some time now. The Collector. Whilst on the surface he seemed nothing more than an unusually secretive collector, as the name would imply, his identity and estates could be traced to several earlier aliases, in a consistent line that goes back to before the existence of bureaucracy itself. Several of these aliases were vampires, although all of them were considered death. It was a solid ruse, but after careful investigation of the trade lines, estate ownership and possessions, they always moved on to the next alias. The Collector was not the only vampire to move from alias to alias by far, over the history of the world this had become a rather well known technique. What was more unique, however, was how thoroughly he had hidden the trails. The transfer of estate had usually occurred through several travels, moving through the underworld as well as through legal documentations. Trade partners were rapidly exchanged with different members, who would then seem to naturally grow into business partners with the new alias. Tracking down the collector's true identity was impossible, all Mathew could do was speculate on the origin of this line. And when somebody could hide information that he couldn't get to, even with his more clandestine connections, it sparked an interest. Several individuals who had been associated with either the Collector or previous aliases, mostly paid through black market methods, straight in cache, or through previously left documents at several secure locations, had been discovered. Amusingly enough, this time it had been them trying to gain information from Mathew's own favorite connections, rumourmongers and businessmen who knew the value of knowledge. Supposedly, they were looking for information on the Purge, which indicated that the Collector was involved with the battle at Kilo Point somehow, either directly or indirectly. In war, the best business proposals are born. "Send a message to the people of the Collector. Give him my business number, I'd like to have a chat with him. He's Brittish, so I'll be expecting him rather soon. Anyone who gives him any information outside of the approved list is to be removed from the payroll, and to be placed on the.... Black List." [I will forward the message, sir.] "Thank you Lucy, what would I do without you?" Smiling, Mathew took out a cigarette and lighter. Not the cheap knockoffs. A genuine cigar, in the oldfashioned style. A classic. Anything that was worth doing, was worth doing in style.