thewizardguy

Super Heroes/Villians

Kami is SO EVIL! Good god, I love how evil she is. And creepy. I mean, she's like an union. You peel off each layer, and there's a new, even worse one underneath!

When the World needs a Hero

Anime_Freak said
I have no idea what to put for mah first IC post XD

Well, you're going to be meeting up with Johnathan, and joining a small group. This is my way of keeping the group together. You may choose to be somewhere else, but you'd get awfully bored.

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WizardGirl said
I nod, everything is going according to plan((Killed them by hand and then devoured their bodies))

Suddenly, you feel an intense pain building behind your eyes. You feel like something's inside your skull, and trying to break out. You're surrounded by a beam of light, as high in the sky, you see a massive glowing eye. For a moment, you see Fear, all the marble gone. It's covered in spider webs, large spiders crawling over the rooftops. Every citizen, a spider attached to their brain, as they stare at you mutely, each serving as the eyes of Kami. There's a slght smirk that spreads through the crowd like a wave, as thousands of tiny spiders crawl up from in between the bricks, latching onto your legs, crawling over your skin. The citizen's open their mouths, and more tiny spiders crawl out, entire flows of spiders swarming around you, covering you. The headache is worse, every breath you draw burning as though the air were acid, as you're forced to the ground, your muscles no longer responding. Everything goes black.

You wake up in Kami's throne room, as she smiles down at you. Around your chair stand 8 Death Priests, each silent, their hands behind their backs. Similarly, along the edges of the room stands a row of Death Priests. The floor is polished marble, and above are massive arches of gold. This room is larger than any you've ever been in before, although it has no windows. Upon an elegant glass and gold throne sits Kami, smirking down at you. "Dearie, I'm so glad you chose to join me here. Your friends from Hope are already under my control, but they're running into quite a pickle. Your help would be appreciated." Kami smiles down at you, and you're suddenly unsure whether anything you see or feel is real at all.

Like Chess (Multiverse/Crossover RP)

Deus sighed at the blindness of these people. Regardless of what would keep them alive, Deus was sure that his course of action would be far more amusing, at least to him, and that was the important part. However, he knew a reason like that would hold no weight with these people. "We're screwed if we follow that shadow. This Game Master obviously has this whole thing planned out, and he wants us to play along. This is a cruel game for his sadistic sense of joy, as he appears to be a being of sufficient power to destroy us all with a thought. There's no way we're going to survive if we follow along in his plan. However, if we stop following the plan, and diverge from the intended path, I'm hoping to annoy him. Frustrate him. Get him nice and angry. If he's angry, he'll quite likely leave an opening or opportunity he would not have allowed to show had his head been clear. Unless you attach no value to your lives and the lives of your loved ones, you should stay here." Deus smiled, looking around the room quite impressed with his speech. He was sure he'd convince them all with the whole 'your friends are going to die if you screw up' angel. He'd used that one more often.
Sitting down, Deus pulled out a bubble pipe, and smoked it, small bubbles floating upwards gently. He had nothing more to say, and thus, he assumed the ultimate gentlemanly waiting position, with both tea and a bubble pipe. He also grew a quite impressive moustache, which perfectly trimmed itself, as a monocle appeared on his left eye. While on a gentleman in a black suit it might have looked stylish, if a bit silly, on Deus, who wore a bright red sparkling suit, it looked positively ridiculous. To be fair, however, this was quite probably what Deus was going for in the first place.

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Sapphire said
((He made them!!!!! I thought that would be obvious, sorry I didn't explain.))Dark made a face as she dissolved the car and healed herself, Aisyle had done the same and she figured he would take care of Jaquel. She stood up, thoroughly pissed off, his voice sounded familiar and annoyed her. "Alright Super-spandex man I'm ninety nine percent sure I know who you are. Lets get a few things straight I'm not Elysia and yes I should have known anyway because I watched her encounters with you closely. You were so close to being interesting with your god complex but you're just an egotistical idiot. I hate you with every fiber of my being but don't feel special because you're actually pretty low down on my shit-list. The assassin you caught belongs to your mirror self, my mirror self is right over there." She pointed at Aisyle and remained as calm as possible, which wasn't particularly calm. "Unfortunately my life has become a mess, I work for the other Kami now. Do I like it? No, but I have to. I've been tasked with bringing back that assassin, I would ask you to not make this difficult but that's the opposite of what you usually do. I have no idea what you plan to do next but we don't have all day."

((Sorry, I was sleepy and wasn't thinking.))
Captain Awesome laughs. "Ow. You hurt my pride." There's a flash, as he appears before Dark, a palm already in her face. A simple touch, as Captain Awesome draws on thousands of watts of power, forming a voltage aimed to intercept the human nervous system. Unable to speak or move, Dark thrashes spastically, her body ripping itself apart and her brain frying, before she drops to the ground. All that saved her was her superhuman endurance, had she been any less so, her brain would have taken fatal damage, and she would have been dead. "I'm leaving you alive for questioning. Don't bother getting up. We both know you can't beat me 'dark'." Jaquel rushed at Kami from the side, opening fire with two machine pistols as he ran at the godlike superhero. However, each bullet simply floated in the air, as Captain Awesome gestured, and the bullets tore into Jaquel, ripping him open and splattering the ground with his blood. "Wow, that attack might have actually been surprising, if I hadn't been able to sense every single living being in the city." Turning to Aissyle, Captain Awesome smiled. "So, you gonna try and fight me? Or are you just going to roll over like a good puppy?"

WizardGirl said
OA:I smile as i stay at the house, no one would recognize me or this other me, Kami was in for a surprise…NA:I step through the portal, and kill 7 men standing on the other side, an alert from some guards tells Kami that…Genesis is back?

((Could you maybe add some description as to how you kill them? It sounds like you walked through the portal and just stabbed seven men to death with a butter knife.))
Instantly, the Ashley from Hope is blasted aside by a ball of blue flame. A Death Priest, blue fire flowing around his hands and hair, steps from a nearby building, as Genesis notices that the fire, in fact, did not burn it. Instead, it was cold, leaving a thin layer of frost. As you think this, three more Death Priests step onto the scene, one of them holding a glowing machine gun, the other two simply looking intimidating, not yet having resorted to using their powers. "Stay still, miss. You will be led to Kami soon."

jorthon said
Aki used his wind to push him up to the roofs. Once he was on them he looked around for the closest portal. He spotted one then ran towards it he was curious of how Hope was holding up while he was gone.Haru returned home and grabbed her sword. She knew something was going down and she wanted to be ready. She was going to help the side she thought would be the best to help.

Suddenly, Haru finds herself surrounded by Priests of Blood. They smile, as they always do. She had no idea how they'd gotten into her house, but there was a definite menacing presence in the air, although they did not seem to mean her direct harm. "Miss Haru. You appear to have proven immune to the effects of the Mindwipe event. Her lordship Kami has requested that you report to the Citadel of Tears."

When the World needs a Hero

The IC is up! I hope you all enjoy. I thought I'd add a fitting start to a story such as the one I will weave.

When the World needs a Hero

Hundreds of men, women and children fire away, wielding a variety of weapons. Demons and monsters are torn to shreds, an Angel falling from the sky as it's hit by a rocket launcher. The line holds, a nameless luitenant blaring orders, as the humans focus and refocus their fire, taking out summoners and leaders, as well as occasionally providing cover fire for the small amount of artillery they have. A fireball explodes against the line, 2 dead, 5 wounded. An earth golem erupts from the ground, holding a man in it's grasp, and one of the more talented young snipers shoots the gnome warlock that summoned it. Fire rages in the sky and in the earth, as death flashes on both sides. There's a grim certainty that if the demons can close the lines and get in close, the firefight would erupt into a slaughter, but the commanders are skilled and experienced, and each of the survivors is a battle-hardened veteran. Then, the arcane shields erected by the Spectre Coalition fall, and the entire strike force is open to shooting. Heavy gunfire wracks the enemy. The Leviathan the enemy was using as a battleship starts crashing down, the sky-spheres that kept it up shattered, and the men circle the beast. Monsters pour from it's back, but they have no chance. Five more men die, but there's nothing left of the opposition.
Grimly, the men search the battlefield, taking weapons from the fallen humanoid enemies. Some of the beasts are dragged away, either for food or because of the properties of their bodies. Many of the men are using armor made from Leviathan Leather, or Dragon Scales. When supplies are scarce, you use everything you can get. The medics are highly busy now, saving those that can be saved through magical and scientific means, as one of the men dispatches of a surviving Death Knight. The resistance is united in the Coalition, which has formed together on the barren soil of Africa. From hundreds of smaller groups that were hiding out, a more powerful resistance was being formed, supplied with weapons and supplies from the Enclave. However, as their banner of the Coalition runs high, the men start hearing the wailing. The screaming, shrieking sound which can mean only one thing.
Breaking up instantly, the army drops it's weapons, in practised retreat, repressed panic in the air. No attempt is made to resist, not a single man turns to fight, as on the horizon, a horde of white and green forms can be seen. Above them floats a massive behemoth, a figure draped in black, covered in chains from which hang thousands of skulls, each of which screams and wails as if in agony. In each outstretched hand, the God of Death holds the end of the chain, which flows down into the army of screaming ghosts, pale human soldiers, bodies withered and decaying, but still bound to this mortal coil. Commander Mathews looks over the scene, and he could weep. They were foolish, congregating in numbers so large. The Coalition was a dream come true, the first steps of the resistance, but obviously the Old Gods knew to smother such things in the bud. Holding out a hand, he gave the order, the order that would cost him his life.
Men scattered, moving to all sides, fleeing. They took cars, mechs, mini-jets, shuttles, and any transport that might take them. Chaos, as men knew their lives would end this day. The determined edge of hope drove the men to all sides, all so they might not be ripped apart by the approaching horde of the dead. However, the God of Death did not change his path. He wasn't after the men, or the vehicles. Commander Mathews finds a ridge to stand on. By his side are three figures. Two were his fellow commanders, who, resigned to their deaths, stared up at the approaching hellscape. The last was Shiri, the bioweapon gifted from Lord Justice himself, a creature beyond fear. How Mathews envied it. He clutched his ceremonial sword, and unashamed tears of fear streamed over his cheeks.
"Come on, men. This isn't a drill." it was a weak statement, but Mathews gritted his teeth. Planting his feet into the ground, he thought of Samantha, who now surely was fleeing along with the others. Would she survive? Would his single act of heroic defiance perhaps save her? Mathews looked up, and witnessed all his horrors personified. The God of Death held up both hands, and, with an air of satisfaction, dropped the chains. They crashed to the ground, as the horde of dead rushed forward. The man next to Mathews dropped to his knees, and Mathew felt his own trying to drop him as well. But that wouldn't do. If he could buy her a minute, even a second, he would, no matter how hard. His hand on his sword hilt relaxed, as he drew it. "This isn't a drill. This is your last chance to fight for what you believe in. Stand up, dogs!" Pointing his weapon at the enemy, Mathews didn't watch his former colleagues, but he could hear them stand. Jake even fell into a fit of chuckling, as he drew his own sword. Shiri was silent, twitching slightly, long steel claws elongating from it's hands with a slight hiss, as the green lenses that served as eyes focused, Mathews uttered a single primal scream, as he charged towards the zombie horde, steel flashing defiantly in the sunlight, the screams of the commanders mixing with the wailing of the dead.

Commander Mathews died that day. The three leaders of the Coalition, Jake, Mathews and Adams were slaughtered, their souls added to the torturous horde of the dead that followed around the God of Death. However, he had bought that minute. Scattered throughout the continent of Africa, small groups perservered. Scattered, hopeless, crushed and vulnerable. Samantha had, indeed, survived the escape, together with her unborn child. Many brave men who had joined the coalition, as well as those who had avoided the gathering of resistance fighters, were thrown together without food or water. One such group formed, as a man by the name of Johnathan Mattocks stood outside of the cave that he and his family called home. He could see the members of the army fleeing from the unleashed dead, and shouted out to them, offering his shelter. Regardless of the risk, Johnathan couldn't let his fellow man die before his eyes without helping.

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DiZL ReloadeD said
well since almost everyone joins the resistance I will stay with the merc idea I think ^^

Fine by me. The IC will be up tomorrow, the moment I get my hands on a computer.

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BrobyDDark said
Your succulent ripe liver...

Heathen! Raptor Jesus wishes only the most succulent and tasty babies.

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BrobyDDark said
And then his liver is mine, so...

Whose liver?