Not my best intro but oh well
Haven_'s forum posts
Haven, a woman of unknown origins and unknown past. For as long as she can remember, admittedly not all that long, she has been an assassin. A blasé occupation in such a world but a fitting one. Her abstract physiology is something adaptable and perfect for almost any occasion. With a capacity to be seemingly anyone there is little where she can't walk into. Talent to take on properties of energy and metals at her leisure little she shouldn't be able to go against. Today, her objective is a simple one after some local news being followed she had a heading and an idea where to find her target. That being the one currently being refereed to as Pilgrim.
Sadly the motive was a simple one, the narrative wasn't there the reasonings were blasé. Pilgrim was a man of unknown origin and power a new arrival to the scene of meta-humans. All powerful like presence was hypothesized and that was reason for concern. After people like Mega could get away with things like the tragedy for the better that was Grim, there was an element of fear. That some people just had to much power ideas to grand. And that for such a position they needed to purged from existence. A death of a hero, to spare the world of a noble cause turned radical behavior. A casualty of someone good to avoid ravaged voices despairing over a city that could not be saved.
So above New York City flies a crow, an unassuming and passable thing within the skies. It passes over busy streets and wandering people the ones fortunate enough to be normal. Lucky enough to have a regular job and a regular home most days. They had fears that were well earned but they were back ground characters to a set dressing they didn't need to worry much about being on the side of wrath of people unknown of power unconfined. Beady eyes that stare down a beak spot the foreign threat. Fears paid the blue skinned hyper-sapien to lash out at a man who had done nothing wrong. But was to new and to dangerous to wait and see if they did anything, it was unfair behavior but it paid the bills.
Haven would mold and bend and break within the air as she swooped down. Her body acquiring mass by dragging oxygen from the skies and changing its composition. Her physical body taking on the traits of vibranium absorbent of energy theorized to come from this fight. SHe looked to get her legs around him and a good hold on his hair as she brought up what appeared to be a standard pistol. Crafted on originally a few feathers and some air there was no reason to think it was something of conventional type.
Bullets made of adamantium because for her every element was cheap. It was a shame in a way the things she could do with her powers instead she used it simply to try and be efficient at ending life. The pistol conjured from air became complex and interwoven, a bit of a heavy gun as it tried to mimic the helical cannon of Maverick. Combining Rail and Coil propellent to accelerate the round. It should leave the barrel at around mach ten with enough kinetic energy to splatter brains about the New York Skyline.
Objectively the redheaded shape shifter looked to drag the mysterious arrival and into the country side away from the city. Haven didn't care about lives, but casualties hurt the pay check and went against the contract's agenda. No if she could manage it she would take the clash outside of city limits. Even detestable people could take better care of surroundings then Mega the assassin thought to herself curious how successful her efforts would be at all.
VS
OOC Boring Stuff
Relatively open rp battle, do please ask the two of us ( @_gaige_@lowlaville) before joining however
Standard rules and stuff
That's bout it I think >.>
<,< The fact the pictures don't line up bothers me so much lol
@dandy: @subspace_slicer: @lucyanna:
Plucked from the machine explosions followed, the contents perhaps more gross then any body. Least in that case it was usually masked by gore and organs. In the robots place though the food was mostly just there. And the choice of waste called a meal, it looked like the concoctions of a college student to high to know what went well together. Memories of a life she couldn't remember, around vague images resembling peoples she didn't know came to her. Of food far more choice and worth a decent price, but instead she'd the lunch of a addicted robot to have see and smell. It was worse then that of the bodies, though they'd tried to match such unique aroma.
As the explosion went off freeing Chloe's hand she soon found that her spiky protrusions and frigid encounter hadn't gotten exactly the result she'd wanted. Her tongue held in a grip as it'd sunken into a shoulder. It soon evaporated, shattered like glass before cooked into just steam pocketing in the air. Then it was about time for a counter, and the elemental enigma quickly decided a state confident that though the machine could endure meaning she could. The result would be less fun, instead she'd look to replicate the ammunition she'd recently used. Her body became gaseous and a navy blue cloud began to spread outward though likely lost amongst the numerous attacks that'd began.
They had names, jobs, people and so on. Well the robot probably not, sadly she couldn't give him special treatment in the coming move. It was an area of effect tactic adding to it couldn't be done in a timely fashion. The main point though was that even if, or more likely when the others survived the ramifications would carry over. Nobody wanted the security of a man who had his contract blown in half, his contracts employees blown apart and all with an absolute absence of subtlety. Chloe didn't know the story behind the pyrokinetic redhead, however when a key part of a steady body count getting a job was difficult. Making friends with other heroes a tedious task, with collateral damage came a shunned image. If she couldn't get her hands dirty perhaps she could at least make lives miserable. As for her, she'd still be hired. The benifits of being a shape shifter was that showing up as her honest cobalt self, that was a rarity not a daily event. The attacks came and the combatants were glorious in the delivery of such.
A laser, faster then could be perceived burning at a temperature where the asphalt of the road boiled under its path it found her facial features perfectly. A hole pierced clean through, possibly passing cleanly through the robot as well, and on contact do to intended expansion from laser to head obliterating gesture the gas based composition scattered. A powerful beam of energy meant to envelop the two firestarters and the aqua hued assassin in devastating energies it certainly at least hit Chloe. Her body covered entirely by the beam her body seemed to vanish, a mist of scattered remains. Then with stylized execution balls of fire looked to clean up whatever was left. It all came so at once fractions of time behind each move, but the plans were already set. Fuel filled the air, enough to enter ones lungs, enough to fill up near by buildings. When all those attacks hit, the heat and fire of the two humans in particular served as an ignition. Looking to blow up a good portion of the bottom lobby of the tower she'd been in before, a few near by office buildings, and an apartment complex. The explosion was violent, the cars near by flung aside into walls with brick shattering force. Enough over pressure from the air turned weapon to crush bodies, and rupture organs. A small city block looked to become a decent length inferno devoid of air applying crushing force to anyone near by. The nature of the explosion looked to enter openings. likely casting violent expansion on vehicles bodies and perhaps even robots. And within the onslaught the unknown killer looked to vanish presumably reduced to nothing in her apparent final attack.
@dandy: @subspace_slicer: @lucyanna:
With one hand still wedged into the gut of the machine Chloe's body began to shift. Looking to match the composition of elements of the figure her body became the same crystalline steel matter. Increased durability provided by the sudden change her body was hit by an inferno mid transfiguration. Her free hand becoming a grotesque mess as it's matter went from air and flesh to steel. Bubbly and chipped it then extended looking to coil around the throat of Lucyanna who appeared to be having an internal struggle. With any luck the sickly snake of a arm would squeeze the breath from the girl, grip showcasing almost a hundred tons in strength.
As her arm burned and changed under fire however the security of a dead man came leap frogging along. Boots sank into her biological mass. A boot print for each shoulder as the blazing feet landed. Iron began to glow white hot under the inferno, and it made the assassin smile. She was so used to small jobs and assuming a status of self that would go unmatched by those about her. This was more of a rush then she'd felt in years, that said she wasn't just going to take the beating. "I'm sorry I don't know robot anatomy." She remarked at the quipping automaton and its drunken breath.
Tearing her hand free or at least attempting to do so what matter the cobalt killer came into contact with she'd look to convert to explosive elements. Essentially looking to transmute the mechanical parts and crystalline infrastructure into TNT to begin going off internally. Meanwhile springing from the indented shoulders of her's Chloe would look to impale the feet of the kicker before he could escape. Hopefully locking him into place in painful point blank range as she looked up and launched a toad like tongue upwards fast as a bullet and radiating in cold. With a successful hit the shape shifting mystery hoped to pierce a hole clean into the body, preferably the skull of the guard. And then freeze him internally into a cryogenic status.
(>.> wish i had time to science the moves better sorry its not as in-depth as maybe an Az post should be)
@dandy: @lucyanna: @subspace_slicer:
The two landed behind her technically far more graceful then she did. She'd left shards of ice upon landing, thankfully those wounds and the previous bullets were beginning to heal as the oxygen that kissed her skin began to be distorted into matter to replace what was lost. Elements folding into what she needed to stay in good condition, as this process came to pass she had an idea. Turning she brought up the gun she held, while in the other oxygen began to change a small popping sound as there was brief vacuums within the air as molecules changed into what Chloe desired. By the end of the turn she held two pistols in play, and began to fire. Three bullets each, two for the heart one for the head, they would impact like cannon shells if they hit given the previous alterations. However she had also made another change to the ammunition. Inspired by the arsenal of a pink mech that'd been gaining attention.
As the bullets passed through the air, temporarily under the influence of Chloe's biology they began to bleed fuel into the air. The bullets tips detonating the heat the two foes had been conjuring assisting in the process as the bullets crafted a fuel air explosion. With enough radius to consume the lobby of the building behind them the inferno could do catastrophic harm to people near by. The nature of the explosion however was what she craved, for it consumed all the oxygen within the area, its destructive shockwaves and fire taking away what living organisms needed to breathe. Her foes were hot, perhaps beyond what the explosion could do. Perhaps they were even durable enough to endure the tank destroying force. They needed air however and so with what looked like ordinary hand guns the cobalt killer looked to suffocate her challengers. Not long after however other shots came, and her body shattered.
Like glass her body gave way tears and shards glistening in morning sun as her arm flew away from her body. She lost a good amount of sight of the world as a piece of her skull flew away her yellow eye breaking apart like a cracked window. Her chest began to resemble that of the man she'd killed as the shotgun tore at her stomach, and then she disappeared, if but only briefly. Her body changed again going from frost to air the rest of the bullets passing through her as the ghost like image turned and charged forward. She would look to close the gap between her and the old school looking robot. Chloe's mirage like image would punch, but it had no weight no mass it was little more then wind. That was until she began to try and take form again. Her fist of nothing would look to start at the machines chest and end toward the back. Once she began to take on physical space however she'd be trying to turn the drunk machines parts into her own organic matter. Punching a hole hopefully clean through the machine through a means that she believed would help surpass the durability such a thing might possess.
Bulltets came and went Chloe the cobalt assassin in play found herself stepping to the right only briefly as the only response to the gunfire. The bullet splintered the wooden bed frame but missed her knee, the other two rounds though found their mark. They sank into her flesh and then into muscle, she could feel it as they fractured bone. How the warmth of blood began to flow and it was a rush. She could tell she wasn't meant for this the way it hurt, the her before her was not a practitioner of violence. The person she once was wouldn't have let a bullet enter her flawless skin perhaps thats why she was always defensive these past years. A passive trait of the woman before, this was exhilarating though she found herself wanting to endure. "Thank you" she remarked her tone sounding like a voice of dethroned royalty, of someone denied pleasures and once more given something to savor. That didn't mean she'd agree to being shot more however and so she raised the hand cannon once more.
The gun barks, the sound ear splitting in loudness. Except for her ears which had shifted slightly to adjust for the thunderous sound. The bullet, if it could even be called such raced for the approximate area of where the man's head was suspected to be. The projectile smashing a hole one could stick a hand through. With any luck doing the same to the man's skull. Before she could react further though a new arrival came. Fierce and radiant in heat. "That's sweet of you. But foolish" one should never let the opposition live. To passively let them go, they all played a part in the current moment and Chloe knew what hers was. Though she'd taken the life of a sleazy thug it was the antics of the vile, her actions called for handcuffs. And so in a burst of action she made a running jump for the window the phoenix dared to look from.
Leaping outwards her leg snapped out with cobra like speeds she looked to crack open the jaw of the opposition. The true ferocity of the attack though was what came with it. Her skin became coated in frost trailing behind the attack was snow as the world that came into direct contact began to change. Her reach didn't go far but elements became a moldable construct of her desires. Immediate area about Chloe began to drop rapidly looking to fall below zero temperatures as the cobalt killer became ice. However once that had happened she was almost more akin to a rock and would start to fall toward the earth. Her hardened form ready to absorb the shock of the pavement racing toward her.
@lucyanna: (sorry i didn't get to it sooner like i'd said and intended. Also this is entirely open so if others want in have at it far as I'm concerned)
It'd been so long that she did her line of work. So long of being lost in the shadows of other countless forces within play. She was a hired gun, a damn good one at that. However she'd no desire to step to far outside the line of work. It'd become so trivial by now though. The flame of challenge it wasn't there. Her primary contractors wanted her, age changed them though. Still using her for means to an end but lacking in spirit. The obsession with death had slowly become the new alive, a hunger burned within the mystery woman to be properly challenged and confronted. For it had just been so long.
So long sense she woke up, in a bed she didnt know. Under the lights that were never kind to the eyes but didn't bother her. She couldnt remember who she was or where she'd come from. Could of sworn their was a pair of lips she missed, something of the color of violet had a strange way of warming her heart. Who or why these were unknown. They were unheard voices of someone long gone, the vocal memories of something no more. It'd been decades sense then. She still didn't recognize herself in the mirror, and the thrill of her life had faded. So tonight, she would be inspiringly unsubtle.
The latest targets were some uninspiring criminals of mundane variety. At least she saw it as such, they were a rising band of suits buying a name for themselves. They had gotten plenty of people paid to fight for them to shield them from oncoming opposition. They'd tried to buy enough firepower to ward off a Maverick squad. Of course that was a laugh, they were nobodies and would of gone down as such in that scenario. Tried to get enough security and locks to keep out any electronic warriors like this mysterious sandstorm that had come along. She suspected it was Arenaceus, and that the tech meant nothing. They had tried to set up contingencies to be ready, but all those in power have vices. One fell inlove with the cobalt cobra the moment he saw her. And she, oblivious to who she herself was, played the role flawlessly. Oh how dreamy the guy was, what she wouldn't do for his protection. He could save her pore x gene burdened soul from the oppression she had to face.
Now she was on the top floor unwatched and led toward the bed as one of the criminal bosses was eager beyond rationality. He didn't see her turn his belt into a gun, barely registered it as it came up to his chest. Everyone would hear what followed however as the bullet changed in density and propellent became so much more. The weight of the projectile rocketed to something where it was something far more heavy and unwieldy then any pistol had right to fire. The propellent became an explosive that thundered loudly shaking the sky scraper and shattering the glass of this floor and five others below it. Ripped in half the man flew through the window screaming as he rushed to the pavement. Now came the question of who'd come in response, it was the first time her heart was a flutter with adrenaline in some time.
naw my speed is like 45 minutes on average. Its just that when I get going I'm gona try and just keep at it much as I can
Log in to comment