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#1 Posted by 614azrael (10462 posts) - - Show Bio

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The efforts over blood, they fell short in the end. There would be no bleeding out today, at least not yet. Hydro was quick to retaliate, coagulation to avoid what he tried. New blood quick to be introduced. Effort number two then, to redirect it within the body. Once more Hydro hidden in the trees attacking out of probable sight would act. This time seeking to drive the fluids of the body all to the heart. Redirecting it all to the central organ hopefully making every limb limp before the inevitable over expansion of the heart itself. He looked to pop the organ like a balloon.

The psychic assault hadn't done the opposition in, a shame. That said, of all the people who fought for the land of mutants one of the most experienced was Azrael. Rather then let it eat at her however instead she just looked for a follow up. Reaching out with her mind she looked to touch the attacker's. And from there would begin efforts to flare up every sensory organ. Tricking the mind into thinking every taste was on the tongue, that every sound was never ending. To try and deceive the eyes that it was seeing dozens of everything and make the nose itch from all the smells. The radiation of her attack folded behind Azra for a future propellent as her touch went nuclear.

The foe shows itself, its armored. The design to thick to have been like that of the previous assassin. That couldn't fly as well have been as stealthy, it was a new suit same foe. Some form of transformation based power, technology based, likely shielded from a variety of attacks in preparation. The EMP aspect of her abilities probably wouldn't work. It might even have measures to contend with metal bending, but this was one foe against many. Where the many had a home field of advantage and limitless possibilities. "Eli" short for Elimental, Eli had a talent for attracting elements to him, like a universal magnet he raced in and removed his glove as he looked to get behind the machine. From his hand matter close enough began racing toward it falling away as dust. He was looking to break the armor down and rip it clean from the assassin. For him to do this however Azrael dove in looking to draw fire as she was after all a radioactive terrorist at the least.

Like a rocket she looked to slam into the machine, the position of her hand raised a telekinetic barrier for her as a defense. It could endure nuclear explosions and her body even more so she assumed it could endure the cannon fire likely to follow at least long enough to close the gap. She coated Eli in the same field just incase he became a target. Closing in Azra withdrew her vibranium kurkris, her hands radiating with over a hundred fifty million degrees fahrenheit she believed the blades would cut through most anything. Rather then just a cut however she'd look to sink the blade into the opening Eli might craft. To find what laid beneath the armor and disintegrate such a mark in a singular slash. Accompanying the gesture was a release of small orbs, nuclear spheres that looked to find openings in say armor or the barrels of a gun. And then though controlled again in range the blasts would go off like some of the worst to have been dropped by man.

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Azra the exile of the Shogunate, they'd never let her into the city ever again probably. It was an unescapable circumstance of her own actions. An empire looking to build bridges couldn't house someone known for blowing up bridges with excessive force. Many mutants struggled to accept the exile however as it was leaving one of their own behind. Those were just the ones who dared not look beyond the walls. She never was all that far from the place laying around in the small village like domains around the empire. Beyond the walls was where most the humans could be found and amongst them a few mutants temporary and one permanent Azrayne, the nuclear duchess.

She'd been keeping watch and roaming the forests and streets calm and at ease. Soaking in the sun confident that nobody would dare to try anything. After a failed attempt on the Shogun's life, and the sudden disapearence of Frankie Osorio alert was high. High in a region where security was always a tight ordeal as the need for safety and lessons from working for Maverick led the current Shogun to be cautious. Someone came into the city, as a mutant the watch of such was smaller. They had arms and this had them on the look out but accepting. The one main problem Azra saw in the Shogun opening the doors was it opened the chance of risk. They called for trust in an age where such was fading. They would of course react but had a leniency that allowed the unfortunate events to transpire.

Today was so, as a bullet raced through the air, snapped into a man's head and dropped him in an instant. The next instant however, activity had picked up. The unseen bee had just disturbed a hornets nest. Mutants of all kind begin to go into full swing. They scan the movement of the air, the traces of minerals, look for mental patterns, trace the history of the bullet. Various measures go into the psychic network of communications long sense birthed from the Original Venezuela Elite. They find a general heading, can't see the foe its fast and well prepared they weren't sure they could even track her. A number of mutants however work toegether to trail the world around her. The influnece the killer has on the surroundings. The dammage is done, an asset is gone seeds are planted. While Elites look to clean the area up, soften the blow a ripple is cast. That said, those who kill a mutant, one of the Shogunate's are expected to pay a hundred fold.

Hydro, a mutant who could manipulate fluids couldn't find blood but he could find a unique substance. Something special, the what he didn't care about. Instead he looked just to seize the blood equivalent in the foreigner who was fleeing the scene. He then looked to rip that fluid away, through every pore and opening in the body. Aura a woman who could track light looked to identify where light moved how it should not. She couldn't fight the cloaking efforts she could track it though, and with a point of the finger Azra then launched a psychic attack on the area from the expected point of the assailant and spreading a hundred feet in all direction. The psychic looked to crush the mind of anything in the area. Insects would drop, birds would plummet downward. An attack intended to make the mind flare up in activity in every area. A headache that dared to cause outright mental damage, the introduction to a running attempt looking to close in on the point of descent would come a follow up.

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It came with an attempted grab, a look to take hold of a limb or if lucky the throat. However the move itself hardly called for physical contact. The range was contained yet again only reaching some hundred feet in any direction. It might singe the tops of trees and scatters leaves. Within the confined space however came the roaring destruction of nuclear fire. For daring to kill on the Shogunate lands the people of the lands looked to place the killer at the ground zero of Hiroshima. Azra daring to place enemies at the heart of one of the worst kinds of explosions as simply an introduction. Course having answers of who and why would be nice. However extreme force was the means by which the mutants would use. They'd risk not knowing if that was what it'd take.

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#4 Posted by 614azrael (10462 posts) - - Show Bio
"Good job Blades, I'm sure the hellion will listen"

@bladebrave: :P

@nightwarden17: no prob wasnt exactly a hard edit to get to ^.^

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#6 Posted by 614azrael (10462 posts) - - Show Bio

@ran: (sorry about the wait, wanted to give this my all not do a mid vacation mobile post)

Morning

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Interviews were boring, even by the beautiful enigma running alongside the radioactive reaper she couldn't help but show small signs of annoyance. She didn't see herself as famous and worth an interview as her answers made clear. "I've dedicated my life to the mutant cause it's as trivial as it sounds." It wasn't nationalism or patriotism just a desire to see her race treated fairly. Yes they'd be feared but only because they rightfully should be. "When I cause nuclear destruction it isn't to say damn homo sapiens, it's to say don't bring racism up especially against someone who can kill by blinking." Questions came about powers and she was bluntly honest about what she could do not one to be secretive about it anyway. "I ain't a TK master, just use it mostly to shield myself and keep clothes in tact. Telepathy the same, truth be told I probably wouldn't have made it into Xenon's elites if not for my additional ability of nuclear power. As for preferences, she preferred melee weapons, larger scale use of her powers over precise ones, classic rock over any genre and being around men over girls. She wasn't one for fancy dresses and would rather be at a bar with the soldiers wanting to get drunk then those wanting to party. Then as the last question dropped an attack came and Azrael was quick to answer.

Her parkour while not better then the mystery woman's was far more safe and well guided. Familiar with the landscape of the Shogunate she had better navigation, and with her telekinesis platforms and ramps were conjured from the air to assist any fumbles or traverse wider spaces then a jump alone might. As a shuriken sank into the freeruner's leg the atom splitting death dealer brought up a dome of telekinetic energy and began to scan the horizon line. "I do ever sense the exile" she answered as her index finger raised and began to glow. A finger gun ready to send a small lance of nuclear energy toward the attacker the moment she spotted it.

That Night

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"Not really. Sapiens or Superior everything is small in scale comparison to the universe. This planet was around far longer then I was or you. Things outside this rock even more so. Why should I worry about what's beyond me? I'll focus on what I can and keeping it intact. The rest is beyond me so why bother?" She answered as briefly the world around her was baptized in fire. A world of destruction Azra was familiar with and as such showed little reaction to. The scene though changes to one of water and cold.

Rather then panic however or any kind of reaction the bringer of death simply swims in place. While not the greatest of telepaths she of course was just as trained as her brothers and sisters adapting to the change instantly. The astral plane they trained on much like whatever the quiet man was showing Azrael now. She follows the figure into the obsidian void of a towering top hat. And the scene changes again.

The pair stand before the White House of Washington DC. Geysers of blood rise from the asphalt in a flood of ichor. Some forgotten horror had used the chaos to come free. But that was clearly why a mutant rally wasn't there. No in the distance one could see the destructive path of their march. Envy a mutant had looked to lead a march to the capital, naturally though there were people on either side with far more radical ideals. Violence was born and of course the radioactive revolutionary was there, and on the capital steps a battle had begun of grandiose scale and ambitions. Unsure of the odds and how much longer Azrael could fight the odds she took in the energy she had stored up and sought to set it free. Violently giving her life as she exploded in an act of retaliation against man kind. Of course it had been stopped by various parties, DC stood. Still in the darkness of death Azra had been content with her sacrifice. And the next thing she knew she was waking up in Columbia born again from someone who dropped a nuclear bomb in another war. "Everything dies. It's just a question if you'll be ready when you go. We'll never have all the answers. The only fear I have is dying for nothing."

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#7 Posted by 614azrael (10462 posts) - - Show Bio

>.> forgot how bad mobile posting is

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#8 Posted by 614azrael (10462 posts) - - Show Bio

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Her expression said it all in regaurd to that remark still she'd be polite enough to explain. "I was, am a soldier. It was never about being the hero or villain. I believed the best thing I could do for the mission was what I did." An offer is made, the why escapes the radioactive reaper. A hand slides behind the back subtly however. Possible assassination attempt might be coming the reaper's way. For some reason however she doubted it. Something told her she would at least survive until later in the night. "Lead the way your the tourist not me." Azra remarked getting to her feet to follow the mysterious visitor.

12:01 AM

Surprisingly though a blade pointed her way was her initial introduction to this cloaked figure now beneath ominous skies he was saying he wanted to be trained. The setting changes a parallel interpretation of Gothic's fateful hour. The city burned with a cloud blossoming above even the tallest of sky scrapers. In that setting the storm filled clouds were dyed a furious tangerine as the American city burned like a wildfire. Screams of the dying could be heard trying to make presence known over the thunder. Air smelled of ash and burning flesh and all of this struck a familiar cord to the destructive mutant. As real as it felt as real as it was however she knew this wasn't her work. Maybe another her but not the Azrael that stood before the masked figure.

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A smile makes it to the reapers face at the remarks being made. At the apocalyptic sights that surround her, and her voice is entirely calm despite the horrific landscape. "I didn't level Gothic. I destroyed a section of it. That section that stood as an insult to mutants and the pore. Lesser beings the city said. So I proved it wrong, that one wretched mutant could do as much as entire armies." In her emerald eyes she was no monster, she saved the mutants and the forgotten from the crippling talons of Gothic. She wasn't the death of Gothic, that was the aliens that bombed it. "I don't regret what I did because I did it for the people. All that death and scars to the earth are justified by the survival of my brothers and sisters."

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#9 Posted by 614azrael (10462 posts) - - Show Bio

We can just say Gaige won if ya want and the badies went home :P I don't mind winning

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#10 Posted by 614azrael (10462 posts) - - Show Bio

@renn_kelen: I hate making locations but I'm pretty hyped for a Suicide Squad kind of team