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This a character I may be interested in reviving

Is this still alive? I may join if so 👀
Ghost was grateful for the brief reprieve that Raven's arrival brought. He took on a crouched position, trying his best to shake the feeling of death that still lingered in him. He wasn't alotted more than a few seconds, however, as one of the more formidable beasts had survived the attack. This creature, with leathery black skin and dagger sharp claws, shot towards them. Ghost saw it coming at Raven from behind and acted before he could think.

"Look out!"

He dodged between them and conjured up a shadow to shield them both. For a second, he thought he had made it in time. The realization hit him that he was now looking up at the ceiling and had pain blossoming from his chest. He lifted his head to meet the hateful eyes of the beast, it's claws sunked into his flesh. Well, there he went again.
Very cute, although I did imagine something bigger. Maybe they come in different shapes and sizes, though?
Death was a strange thing to grow accustomed to. But yet, as the young man pealed himself off the floor, his cracked skull miraculously healed, he was no more shaken. It wasn't like falling asleep and waking up. It was cold and draining. Right now, it felt as though he had just swam upstream in an icy river. Still, Ghost came back to fight.

This was probably the worst place to have landed. He was standing square in the middle of the army of creatures, all of whom looked eager to put him back down. He could hold them off for a little, but the team had better get here fast.

He conjured up tendrils of inky black shadow and pushed back the first line of attackers. He wrapped the arms around the creatures, tossing them, shoving them aside, holding them off. But whatever these things were, they were strong. Throwing them into walls and into the ground didn't seem to have much effect.

Still weakened from his latest death, Ghost was losing ground fast.
I'll just go ahead and state that I have no intentions of joining a discord, so if anything important is discussed there, please relay it here as well. I've have to leave RPs due to this.
For the record, Alrick did not think Soleil tagging along was a good idea. The opportunity for further time shenanigans was way too high. What if she went out there, got hurt, and that lead to catastrophic consequences for the furture? She needed to get back into her own time period ASAP!

But then again, he hardly had time to argue his point with the others around. If he went and blabbed about time travel crap now, it would only serve to distract from Ghost being in danger. Could he actually be in danger if he was immortal? Alrick pushed that thought aside. Just because he can die and come back an apparently infinite number of times doesn't mean he should have to, he reminded himself.

"Right, on it," Alrick said as he headed back towards the elevator. Finding the meeting room wasn't an issue. Alrick had most of the tower memorized by now. He found himself a chair and sat, trying his best to pay attention while also silently worrying about timeline nonsense.
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I thought I replied, but I also have been busy the last few days with it being a holiday here in the states and all.

Call to action is great lol. I hope you didn't feel like I was ignoring you.

Bumping to bring it back to the top, because this thread is getting buried lol


It's all good. I'm just kinda waiting to see if anyone else has any input
Also I hope a lil call to action is okay 😁
This wasn't looking good.

Before the sun could even rise, he had awoken to a spirit floating at the foot of his bed. At one point, in another life, this sort of thing might have disturbed him. The supernatural was nothing new to Ghost now. The dead, and death, wasn't something he feared. He had learned, over time, that spirits were merely restless souls with a job left unfinished. This particular soul's mission was to deliver a message: It was happening again.

Ghost had left the tower on his own. This business hit close to home for him and it only felt right to take care of it personally. There was once a madman that took it upon himself to cross the ethical lines of science and experiment on human subjects. That man was rotting in prison, but hadn't worked alone. Now, apparently, one of his old colleagues was at it again. He was picking victims and ruining lives right here on their home turf.

With the spirit's guidance, finding the hidden facility had been the easy part. The spirit could go no further once they reached the inside. Ghost was okay with that; the soul deserved rest now that their unfinished business was done. Now alone, he was left to slither through the shadows and see exactly how big this operation was.

The facility was hidden under an old factory. It went down for miles underground. He wasn't sure just how far from the surface he was when he stumbled onto the horrors that now rooted him in place. A large atrium opened up a floor below him. From the catwalk, Ghost watched in silence as massive, grotesque creatures were chained up, some kind of device strapped to their heads. Mind control? And what were these things? They looked vaguely human, but distinctly alien as well. Hybrids? Whatever they were, there was an army of them. Who exactly was their creator planning on waging war against?

That was a question for later. It was clear that Ghost was out of his league now. He had to call in the team. Quietly, he tapped the comm link on his wrist awake and called the tower.

"Titans, I've made a disturbing discovery. This is a request for backup. My coordinates are incoming."

The transmission was cut short by a piercing, animalistic screech and a curse, followed by static.
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