WALL OF TEXT!!! Read it all, with those kind of statistics, a good breeding ground for my new character after Stanley flees the city or gets killed by Roxane and Dan.
League Of Sidekicks 2: ((Ending Soon/Closed))
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Karen smiled and contemplated for a second "Can you fix my ribs? I think..." She poke at each of her ribs "...five of them are broken or at least fractured. Personally guns for me, but you know... if the going gets rough..." She flexed her prosthetic arm. "I can fight in hand to hand too." she frowned "Unfortunately, I can't earn my pay if I can't fight."
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Damn I messed up.
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Damn I messed up.
"Sure" Kor says as he waves away the thoughts in his mind and withdraws a blob of writhing grey flesh. "Ingest this,it will fix your ribs, and it will taste of your favourite food" Kor explains with a smile
Karen opened her mouth and displayed her tongue "No sense of taste, unfortunately. Born this way. But the thought will be appreciate." and she she swallowed it whole. "How long's this supposed to take?" She pulled out the Desert Roc and loaded the silver clip into the massive gun. "Love these shells. .44 Magnum based safety slugs."
The gel instantly takes effect. It repairs the taste buds in her mouth and is absorbed into her stomach lining where it instantly mends the broken ribs. The gel hardens and She feels an odd tingling sensation as the remnants of the gel come out of her skin pores on her arm. The gel is absorbed back into Kor. "This stuff can cure any disease and is a perfect match skin graft. Miracle gel is what I call it" Kor says with a grin.
"Nice, you're really useful to have around." Karen stood up and chugged the rest of her coffee "Ugh, still tastes like shit. But this time I know it." She laughed "Want me to make you anything to eat? I'm told I'm a decent cook around the camp." Hmmm Where am I going to put, The Roc? Lucy and Emma already have their holsters "Ah I got it." She placed the Roc into her G-36's holster. "Not a great fit but it'll work."
Good night. Have fun.
Did I forget to mention that now I have control over your ribs and the surface of your tongue? Kor thinks momentarily. "Nah Shapeshifters don't really get that hungry." He says
Dan grinned and rolled to the side and around the hobo. He added extra gravity to his foot and sent it to the back of the hobos head.
Amaranth was not expecting the slamming attack, it took him off guard and was sent flying. As he hit the ground, the thing exploded in a ball of electricity.
As the electricity hit him, it went straight through his legs and into the ground, injuring them severely. Luckily that Electricity takes the easiest path, so it only passed through his right leg, leaving all of the other body parts mostly okay, only being hit by minor parts of it.
He tried to stand up, but his muscles did not allow him too, they still stung from the electricity. "Ugh, well, this is a Minor set back" he said to himself as he calmed his mind, letting it drift into his Ghost state for a while.
His ghost body stood up, not effected by the amount of pain his regular body was going through, and broke into a run, he converted his energy as much as he could into forcing contact with the environment, he figured he could have it enough to stop the Man's chant. As he got over there, he delivered a punch as hard as he could towards his stomach, then a kick towards his legs and finaly, tried to grab his watch and snap it.
<spoiler=Note>He is invisible as a Ghost thing, and can't effect things very much. Maybe enough to screw up his chant, maybe not, who knows?
[sub]Your choice[/sub]
As the electricity hit him, it went straight through his legs and into the ground, injuring them severely. Luckily that Electricity takes the easiest path, so it only passed through his right leg, leaving all of the other body parts mostly okay, only being hit by minor parts of it.
He tried to stand up, but his muscles did not allow him too, they still stung from the electricity. "Ugh, well, this is a Minor set back" he said to himself as he calmed his mind, letting it drift into his Ghost state for a while.
His ghost body stood up, not effected by the amount of pain his regular body was going through, and broke into a run, he converted his energy as much as he could into forcing contact with the environment, he figured he could have it enough to stop the Man's chant. As he got over there, he delivered a punch as hard as he could towards his stomach, then a kick towards his legs and finaly, tried to grab his watch and snap it.
<spoiler=Note>He is invisible as a Ghost thing, and can't effect things very much. Maybe enough to screw up his chant, maybe not, who knows?
[sub]Your choice[/sub]
The hobo stumbeled drunkenly, himself falling so the momentum of his own kick dragged himforward as the hobo sent a palm strike into his back. He stood back up swaying with drunkeness.
Dan grunted and stepped back, glaring at the hobo. He chuckled slightly.
"This would be so much easier if you just let me in. I could finish you off right now with my ultra attack."
He picked up a bottle that was next to him and added a large amount of gravity to it. He threw it at the hobo and then rolled to the hobo's feet. He lifted up, with a gravity enhanced fist to the chin.
Sylvia knocked on the door. A man opened it up and closed it in her face. A voice came from teh inside. "She's here, lock and load!" Sylvia kicked the door off its hinges and walked in. The man who had shut the door now had a nine millimeter M1911 in his hand. He fired and missed, whereupon Sylvia drew her S&W .500s and shot the right one at his head. The man's forehead was blown open and his brains scattered across the floor. His body crumpled and hit the floor, and Sylvia blew the smoke from her gun, then proceeded into the next room.
Gaz looked at Amaranth's body lying there. It twitched, particularly in the leg, then ceased moving. He grinned and shouted to the old man, "Looks like that last hit got him! You can stop now!"
"Not yet!" The man replied in-between chants. "Not dead, in astral plane! Idiot if he thinks I can't spot him." He continued unabated, but his muscled tightened significantly as Amaranth drew closer, as if he were expecting him. The punch hit him straight in the stomach. The man's voice shot up an octave, but he kept chanting despite being doubled over. He backpedaled as the ghost's leg tried to sweep him, causing him to drop off the car entirely. But when Amaranth tried to grab the watch, the old man only smiled and said "BIIIG mistake!"
The watch released a massive buildup of psychic energy, flooding into Amaranth's mind and threatening to rip his ghost form apart from the sheer backlash of power. Though it slowed, the watched did not stop, and with a flick of the old man's wrist was moving again. "One minute!" He shouted in a rather frantic manner.
"Not yet!" The man replied in-between chants. "Not dead, in astral plane! Idiot if he thinks I can't spot him." He continued unabated, but his muscled tightened significantly as Amaranth drew closer, as if he were expecting him. The punch hit him straight in the stomach. The man's voice shot up an octave, but he kept chanting despite being doubled over. He backpedaled as the ghost's leg tried to sweep him, causing him to drop off the car entirely. But when Amaranth tried to grab the watch, the old man only smiled and said "BIIIG mistake!"
The watch released a massive buildup of psychic energy, flooding into Amaranth's mind and threatening to rip his ghost form apart from the sheer backlash of power. Though it slowed, the watched did not stop, and with a flick of the old man's wrist was moving again. "One minute!" He shouted in a rather frantic manner.
Karen moved through the mansion "Kor, I'm going to look for Jason and Curtis" flipped a switch in the back of her arm and a panel slid out revealing a roughly Walther MP "Man, its been forever since I've have to use this little bugger" She sat back down and flicked a switch in her leg and another panel slid out and revealed an Uzi "And even longer since I've used this." She casually clicked the clips into the two SMGs. "Oh yeah. Been a while."
Jason limped along across the ground while Curtis jumped from rooftop to rooftop. Curtis was still not wanting to be seen, and Jason's regeneration was still taking place. Jason was in no condition for any fights, which was the only reason Curtis was still hanging around.
Sorry I don't have much time to post... I've taken up Driver's Training and now I have really limited posting times.
Karen opened the door and stepped through. "I hope this works." She made sure safety was off, "Yup", and set out to look for Jason and Curtis. Click thump click thump click thump Her mismatched feet made an odd noise while she ran. She reached a crossroads and looked. Awww shit...
Kor shifts into a large orange,obvious dragon and flies in the skies,tracking the gel in Karen. He lands next to her and speaks through the dragon mouth. "Flying would be much more efficient" Kor says as he breaths some fire on a zombie.
May walked into the conference room to find several dozen figures all crowded into seats around a large table. At the head sat Oliver, hooked up to an IV, with a substantial amount of gauze wrapped around his abdomen. They appeared to be having an intense debate.
"We need to leave the city, it's too dangerous!" a portly black man said, dressed in a pastor's attire.
"What?" a young man in a sweatshirt replied. "That's insane! Those guys killed my family, no way I'm gonna let them get away with that!"
A dozen more voices sprang up, supporting either the preacher or the young man before Oliver finally spoke. "That's enough!" he shouted. "It's taken this long, but we've gotten the parties down to two sides. That's good enough for me. Mr. Smith," he said, speaking to the preacher. "I understand why you'd want to escape. If you feel that way, take everyone like minded and leave. I can get an escort of soldiers for you to the edge of the city. After that a man named Dan Rook will be waiting to take you to the nearest city."
The man nodded and said "Thank you" before exiting the room. Just over half the group followed him, muttering to each other over their thoughts on the day's events. The others in the room stood around in a rather awkward silence.
"You." Oliver said, looking at the de facto leader in the sweatshirt. "What's your name?"
"Billy." he replied. "From the south side."
"All right, that's good." Oliver said. "What can you do, Billy?"
The young man grinned, one of his front teeth was missing. "This." Suddenly, his skin seemed to stretch and pull apart, until there were two of Billy standing there. They did it again, and again; before long almost forty Billys filled the room. In a single sweep, they all returned to one man. Billy fell to his knees, sweat dripping from his brow. Oliver gave a laugh and clapped a hand onto the kid's shoulder.
"That's good." He said sincerely. "If you want to fight, I think you'll be a damn good leader. With a little training, of course."
Billy eagerly shook Oliver's hand before gathering his followers and leaving, with May and Oliver remaining as the last two in the room. It was at this moment May decided to make herself known, and sat down beside Oliver. "Nice show." She said.
"I try my hardest." He replied. "About 1500 of them aren't too keen on fighting. I'm sending them out of the city to meet up with Dan. He'll take care of them."
"Will he?" May asked. "Charity work isn't his style."
"Are you kidding? The PR from this will send his net worth into the hundreds of billions, no way he'd pass it up."
"If you say so." May said, mockingly unsure of him. "So, that leaves us with 1,000 ready to fight?"
"That's right." Oliver said. "But it's not that easy. Most of the powers aren't suited to direct combat, and those that are are unrefined, brutish. They're almost as bad as I was when I started."
"I remember back then," May said. "you and Dan always breaking in to foil my plans, only to be knocked out in one punch."
"Yeah, yeah, wake up hanging over a pit of acid, I remember the routine." Oliver said, vaguely waving his hand as if to dismiss her. "My point is, they're barely ready to take on petty criminals, let alone the monsters we have running around this city."
"Well then," May said. "I guess you've get to be a drill sergeant for the next few weeks."
"If I am," Oliver said. "Then I expect to see you with the recruits. I can't let you wander the cities like some uneducated vigilante."
"Yeah, fuck you too." May said. She leaned over and kissed Oliver on the cheek before standing up and leaving the room.
Back inside, Oliver pressed his hands down on the table, and with effort pushed himself up. In an instant, he was standing. The doctor had told him it'd take a week, and he'd done it in an hour. For a moment he thought about getting to learn about the recruits, but at the moment all he thought about was food. He shambled out into the hallway and turned in the direction of the cafeteria, moving as fast as he legs would move him.
"We need to leave the city, it's too dangerous!" a portly black man said, dressed in a pastor's attire.
"What?" a young man in a sweatshirt replied. "That's insane! Those guys killed my family, no way I'm gonna let them get away with that!"
A dozen more voices sprang up, supporting either the preacher or the young man before Oliver finally spoke. "That's enough!" he shouted. "It's taken this long, but we've gotten the parties down to two sides. That's good enough for me. Mr. Smith," he said, speaking to the preacher. "I understand why you'd want to escape. If you feel that way, take everyone like minded and leave. I can get an escort of soldiers for you to the edge of the city. After that a man named Dan Rook will be waiting to take you to the nearest city."
The man nodded and said "Thank you" before exiting the room. Just over half the group followed him, muttering to each other over their thoughts on the day's events. The others in the room stood around in a rather awkward silence.
"You." Oliver said, looking at the de facto leader in the sweatshirt. "What's your name?"
"Billy." he replied. "From the south side."
"All right, that's good." Oliver said. "What can you do, Billy?"
The young man grinned, one of his front teeth was missing. "This." Suddenly, his skin seemed to stretch and pull apart, until there were two of Billy standing there. They did it again, and again; before long almost forty Billys filled the room. In a single sweep, they all returned to one man. Billy fell to his knees, sweat dripping from his brow. Oliver gave a laugh and clapped a hand onto the kid's shoulder.
"That's good." He said sincerely. "If you want to fight, I think you'll be a damn good leader. With a little training, of course."
Billy eagerly shook Oliver's hand before gathering his followers and leaving, with May and Oliver remaining as the last two in the room. It was at this moment May decided to make herself known, and sat down beside Oliver. "Nice show." She said.
"I try my hardest." He replied. "About 1500 of them aren't too keen on fighting. I'm sending them out of the city to meet up with Dan. He'll take care of them."
"Will he?" May asked. "Charity work isn't his style."
"Are you kidding? The PR from this will send his net worth into the hundreds of billions, no way he'd pass it up."
"If you say so." May said, mockingly unsure of him. "So, that leaves us with 1,000 ready to fight?"
"That's right." Oliver said. "But it's not that easy. Most of the powers aren't suited to direct combat, and those that are are unrefined, brutish. They're almost as bad as I was when I started."
"I remember back then," May said. "you and Dan always breaking in to foil my plans, only to be knocked out in one punch."
"Yeah, yeah, wake up hanging over a pit of acid, I remember the routine." Oliver said, vaguely waving his hand as if to dismiss her. "My point is, they're barely ready to take on petty criminals, let alone the monsters we have running around this city."
"Well then," May said. "I guess you've get to be a drill sergeant for the next few weeks."
"If I am," Oliver said. "Then I expect to see you with the recruits. I can't let you wander the cities like some uneducated vigilante."
"Yeah, fuck you too." May said. She leaned over and kissed Oliver on the cheek before standing up and leaving the room.
Back inside, Oliver pressed his hands down on the table, and with effort pushed himself up. In an instant, he was standing. The doctor had told him it'd take a week, and he'd done it in an hour. For a moment he thought about getting to learn about the recruits, but at the moment all he thought about was food. He shambled out into the hallway and turned in the direction of the cafeteria, moving as fast as he legs would move him.
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