"What kind do you want?" kor asks as he prepares to try a full on change. This is going to be terribly weird
League Of Sidekicks 2: ((Ending Soon/Closed))
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Alright, I need a plan. Step one: Bust in there, playing a guitar solo. Step two: Save the girl, take her back to my place. Step three, question mark.
Step four?
Profit.
Step four?
Profit.
Kor bounds through the rain towards the pizza shop. Did you really just say yes Kor thinks as he shifts back into human and grabs the cheese and tomato and the cheese and olive pizza. He walks towards the apartment. Hrm kor, you are a bit rusty since college in japan thirty years ago... He thinks as he pauses outside of the apartment. Okay smell like something appealing... Kor shifts to smell like pine. Brighter blue eyes... Kor modifies those too and walks into the apartment. He looks at the now changed Roxanne and places the Pizza's down on the table and settles down next to her. Oh god garret knew this was going to happen
Rachel approached the restaurant. She could see Tom, or at least who she thought was Tom, dressed in rather nice clothes. She looked at herself. A dirty old duster, a crinkled leather vest, a stained white shirt, and torn jeans. She blushed as she approached Tom. "I... I missed you." She hugged and kissed him. "And I'm so sorry for leaving."
Kor turns to his right in hopes of discussing the movie and was confronted by Roxanne's lips on his. Almost saying something in surprise he kisses her back and enters thought. Dear god,garret was right, oh how I hate him. He thinks to himself
"Hello rachel" Tom said, accepting the hug. "I don't have much time. Your dads around. Hunting people, I've already had to fight him off once." he pulled back, staring into her eyes. "I left you rachel, it was i who ran away at that final fight. Not you."
Sorry about not being on today... I went out to dinner with the family, and forgot to mention it before I left.
Jason blocked the blade, grabbing Oliver's wrist with his own armored hand. He stared coldly down at Oliver, no more feelings of friendship towards him.
"It didn't have to be this way Oliver. You could have just stayed in the rubble and gone home to see your family, but now your son is going to grow up without a daddy." Jason said, drawing his blade and throwing a slice that would cut open Oliver's stomach.
"I-Wait, my... my father? Hunting people? That doesn't sound like him at all." Rachel hugged Tom closer. "But I'm glad I have you now." My... my father? What the fuck is he doing here? How could he "attack" Tom? What's going on?
As Jason's blade came down, Oliver swung his body to the right. The blade cut a small notch into the side of Oliver's armor but failed to do any significant damage. Oliver then wrenched his arm away from Jason and kicked him a few feet away.
"I'll tell you what I told your brother. I'm a hero, Jason. I can't let you kill people because you feel like it; if you had taken your brother and left none of this would have happened. But you never let things go that easily Jason. Ever since Gray first showed up you've tried to do things your way, killing whoever you want for reasons even you can't seem to figure out. And every time it backfires, and you seem to see how wrong you were about everything, and change back. But then you backslide; you always do."
A pair of tantos appeared in Oliver's hands, and he drew into a fighting stance as best he could while suspended in the air.
"You're selfish. Sociopathic; you treat human lives like they're worthless. And I can't stand that. I'll tell you this Jason, at the end of this day my son's expecting a story from me. I'm going to tell him all about you."
Oliver charged, stabbing towards Jason's side with one blade while trying to slice across his face with the other.
"I'll tell you what I told your brother. I'm a hero, Jason. I can't let you kill people because you feel like it; if you had taken your brother and left none of this would have happened. But you never let things go that easily Jason. Ever since Gray first showed up you've tried to do things your way, killing whoever you want for reasons even you can't seem to figure out. And every time it backfires, and you seem to see how wrong you were about everything, and change back. But then you backslide; you always do."
A pair of tantos appeared in Oliver's hands, and he drew into a fighting stance as best he could while suspended in the air.
"You're selfish. Sociopathic; you treat human lives like they're worthless. And I can't stand that. I'll tell you this Jason, at the end of this day my son's expecting a story from me. I'm going to tell him all about you."
Oliver charged, stabbing towards Jason's side with one blade while trying to slice across his face with the other.
<spoiler=My God>I had to read throuh 5 pages... 5. Freaking. Pages. That took a while.
The cloaked figure laughed, "You can keep your powers. Its difficult to explain, but its like this." He sat down on a chair on th eother side of Curtis, he crossed his legs over and sat down comfortably.
"You see, there are two ways to steal powers. The first, is you get their full strength power, but you have to kill them. The other way, is to keep them alive, and steal half their powers, its good to use on Allies." He rolled up his left sleeve to show a large black tattoo on his arm, "I have already done this with Jason, he is still at full powers, while I am at half of his power with that Dragon crap. I need another pact with you so I can have full Dragon powers"
He smiled again, the smile of his face being the only thing to break the innocence across it. "So, what do you say? Be my ally?"
Curtis shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "I suppose If Jason does trust you... and we want the same thing."
The figure laughed, clapping his hands together, giggling like a little girl. "Excellent" He stood up quickly, and glided over to Curtis, his feet dragging on the ground behind him. He grabbed his arm, and showed him what he needed to do.
He put Curtis's arm against his, just under the tattoo from Jason. "He burnt this into me, so I gained his fire power. I need you to turn you arm into a Dragon, then press it hard enough against my arm so I gain a mark."
Curtis gave a weird look but complied, he turned his arm into the dragons claw and dragged it across his arm, cutting deep into the flesh. The Figure brought back his arm, and the armour quickly began healing over the wound, sealing it up, but still leaving 3 large scars down his left arm.
"Perfect" he purred to himself. He rolled down the sleeve so it looked normal, then laughed to him. "By the way, my name is Amaranth, its good to be allies"
<spoiler=OOC>I am going to have fun with this guy...
The cloaked figure laughed, "You can keep your powers. Its difficult to explain, but its like this." He sat down on a chair on th eother side of Curtis, he crossed his legs over and sat down comfortably.
"You see, there are two ways to steal powers. The first, is you get their full strength power, but you have to kill them. The other way, is to keep them alive, and steal half their powers, its good to use on Allies." He rolled up his left sleeve to show a large black tattoo on his arm, "I have already done this with Jason, he is still at full powers, while I am at half of his power with that Dragon crap. I need another pact with you so I can have full Dragon powers"
He smiled again, the smile of his face being the only thing to break the innocence across it. "So, what do you say? Be my ally?"
Curtis shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "I suppose If Jason does trust you... and we want the same thing."
The figure laughed, clapping his hands together, giggling like a little girl. "Excellent" He stood up quickly, and glided over to Curtis, his feet dragging on the ground behind him. He grabbed his arm, and showed him what he needed to do.
He put Curtis's arm against his, just under the tattoo from Jason. "He burnt this into me, so I gained his fire power. I need you to turn you arm into a Dragon, then press it hard enough against my arm so I gain a mark."
Curtis gave a weird look but complied, he turned his arm into the dragons claw and dragged it across his arm, cutting deep into the flesh. The Figure brought back his arm, and the armour quickly began healing over the wound, sealing it up, but still leaving 3 large scars down his left arm.
"Perfect" he purred to himself. He rolled down the sleeve so it looked normal, then laughed to him. "By the way, my name is Amaranth, its good to be allies"
<spoiler=OOC>I am going to have fun with this guy...
Jason
"If you want to tell your son anything, tell him of the man who abandoned a 17 year old after him getting impaled by a man you swore to kill! You swore that you would protect your friends Oliver! Yet I nearly died! If it hadn't been for my brother, I would be dead now!" Jason said, his palm turning upwards, aimed straight at Oliver's head. Jason blocked one of the attack's with his sword, while the other blade smacked against his armored side with no effect.
An enormous explosion sounded, the flames roaring out to incinerate Oliver.
"I have never been wrong Oliver, you have. My brother has shown me how worthless human lives are! But we aren't humans are we? We are abominations, created so that we can rule over those without powers. If you fail to see that, then I have no choice but to kill you." Jason shouted over the wave of flames.
Curtis
"It is good to be your ally... now how about we head over to my brother's mansion? It is high enough in the mountains that only us select few that Jason has chosen can arrive there... I suppose he is still fighting Oliver." Curtis said, glancing out a window to see the mass of flames that were covering the city.
"I wouldn't say this in front of him... but his new found power scares me. I never imagined in a million years that he would become as powerful as he is, and he hasn't even reached his full potential yet." Curtis added, walking towards the door and motioning for his new ally to follow.
<spoiler=Karen>
Name: Karen Furuka
Alias: The Daemon-kin
Age: 23
Appearance: Karen is a roughly 5?9? indian girl, who?s black hair is cropped short. Her body and face is heavily scarred so she typically wears copious amounts of bandages on her face. Her left leg and arm was blown off after she accidentally stepped on a unexploded land mine but her leg was replaced by a special prosthetic which is customized to look like a gargoyle?s leg and a largely clawed hand. She has to carry around a heavy backpack which contains the power source for her arm and leg.
Personality: Confrontational at best. She typically winds up stalking the darker parts of society, brutally killing those she seems fit. She?s wound up with a deep hatred for druggies and others of that sort. Her personality is strongly dislikable.
Powers: Empathy. She can sense emotions and intents by just making pysical contact and can make subtle changes to their emotions. Her emotions however are likewise influenced by others if she isn?t paying attention.In addition if she concentrates hard enough he can subvert most weak-minded individuals to her bidding though the effect only remains as long as she concentrates.
Weapons: She wields a large chainsaw in combat along with her powerful prosthesis.
Bio: Karen was born twenty-three years back on April, 14th. She was born to a family of four children with her being the fifth child. Karen?s mother died in childbirth and her father blamed her for it. After her sixth birthday, an irate and irrational father kicked her out of the house, where she found herself in a new world alone, and hated. She found her powers at the around the age of 7 years. She was about to be raped by a druggie when her scream, caused a empathic wave of terror into the entire neighborhood literally causing riots. It was just after that when she began her string of petty thefts. After one gone wrong she was forced to flee from the police where she ran into a open field. This was where she stepped upon the land mine which ripped apart her left limbs and the superheated shrapnel slashed her face, leaving scars that have yet even begin to heal. When she woke up she was in the room of a light skinned gentlemen who claimed to be ?a teacher and a friend?. She was afraid to believe him at first but soon she warmed up to him and became close friends with him. After three years of training with her powers under ?The Master?s? watchful eyes. During her 11th birthday, ?the Master? surprised her with two gifts. One being her prosthetics, the other being her freedom. His first gift was the first gift she had ever recieved. Three days later she made her way back to her house and brutally murdered her father with her new gift, she then proceeded to tear the house down in a fit of rage. When she returned to her master?s house however, there was nothing left. No scorch marks, no garden where she trained, no bed where she slept. All she could find was a note carved into a tree trunk. It simply said ?I?m sorry.? a week after the message she was still sobbing and bawling. Screaming curses into the sky and screaming profanity to the earth. Her teen years can only be described as hellish. She was found and detained by social services and forced to enroll into a high school. Those few years of high school were nothing but taunting, pranks, and hazings, from the popular kids in school. Hell broke out as one of the one of the jocks ripped off her bandages at the school dance, revealing hideous scars in front of the entire school, the laughter rippled through her mind and as the horrible thoughts coallessed she went on a psychotic rampage. Her rampage was so violent she ended up killing 70 people and sending 18 others into the intensive care. Every last one who witnessed the rampage was instituted from the post traumatic stress. Immediately after the incident, her escape from the law began, and she made a career as a mercenary, selling her murderous skills for the highest price.
Alignment: Lawful Evil; against the serum, as her empathic blasts are the only way for her to cope with horrible scars.
Other: Dislikes men.
Dragon_of_Red let me play so... Nice ta meet'cha all!
Karen took a few steps of the bus and stretched. She reached up and tightened the bandages around her face. The heavy thump of her weapon in its Cello case on her back gave her pause then she continued down the street in search of someone to talk to. [color= darkred] "Damn are we really getting ourselves into this? Hmmm... well I don't particularly want to lose my... abilities so what the hell. The pay ain't bad either. Heh"[/color] The humming of the prosthesis was quite calming. it was like the cat she always wanted...to kill.
Name: Karen Furuka
Alias: The Daemon-kin
Age: 23
Appearance: Karen is a roughly 5?9? indian girl, who?s black hair is cropped short. Her body and face is heavily scarred so she typically wears copious amounts of bandages on her face. Her left leg and arm was blown off after she accidentally stepped on a unexploded land mine but her leg was replaced by a special prosthetic which is customized to look like a gargoyle?s leg and a largely clawed hand. She has to carry around a heavy backpack which contains the power source for her arm and leg.
Personality: Confrontational at best. She typically winds up stalking the darker parts of society, brutally killing those she seems fit. She?s wound up with a deep hatred for druggies and others of that sort. Her personality is strongly dislikable.
Powers: Empathy. She can sense emotions and intents by just making pysical contact and can make subtle changes to their emotions. Her emotions however are likewise influenced by others if she isn?t paying attention.In addition if she concentrates hard enough he can subvert most weak-minded individuals to her bidding though the effect only remains as long as she concentrates.
Weapons: She wields a large chainsaw in combat along with her powerful prosthesis.
Bio: Karen was born twenty-three years back on April, 14th. She was born to a family of four children with her being the fifth child. Karen?s mother died in childbirth and her father blamed her for it. After her sixth birthday, an irate and irrational father kicked her out of the house, where she found herself in a new world alone, and hated. She found her powers at the around the age of 7 years. She was about to be raped by a druggie when her scream, caused a empathic wave of terror into the entire neighborhood literally causing riots. It was just after that when she began her string of petty thefts. After one gone wrong she was forced to flee from the police where she ran into a open field. This was where she stepped upon the land mine which ripped apart her left limbs and the superheated shrapnel slashed her face, leaving scars that have yet even begin to heal. When she woke up she was in the room of a light skinned gentlemen who claimed to be ?a teacher and a friend?. She was afraid to believe him at first but soon she warmed up to him and became close friends with him. After three years of training with her powers under ?The Master?s? watchful eyes. During her 11th birthday, ?the Master? surprised her with two gifts. One being her prosthetics, the other being her freedom. His first gift was the first gift she had ever recieved. Three days later she made her way back to her house and brutally murdered her father with her new gift, she then proceeded to tear the house down in a fit of rage. When she returned to her master?s house however, there was nothing left. No scorch marks, no garden where she trained, no bed where she slept. All she could find was a note carved into a tree trunk. It simply said ?I?m sorry.? a week after the message she was still sobbing and bawling. Screaming curses into the sky and screaming profanity to the earth. Her teen years can only be described as hellish. She was found and detained by social services and forced to enroll into a high school. Those few years of high school were nothing but taunting, pranks, and hazings, from the popular kids in school. Hell broke out as one of the one of the jocks ripped off her bandages at the school dance, revealing hideous scars in front of the entire school, the laughter rippled through her mind and as the horrible thoughts coallessed she went on a psychotic rampage. Her rampage was so violent she ended up killing 70 people and sending 18 others into the intensive care. Every last one who witnessed the rampage was instituted from the post traumatic stress. Immediately after the incident, her escape from the law began, and she made a career as a mercenary, selling her murderous skills for the highest price.
Alignment: Lawful Evil; against the serum, as her empathic blasts are the only way for her to cope with horrible scars.
Other: Dislikes men.
Dragon_of_Red let me play so... Nice ta meet'cha all!
Karen took a few steps of the bus and stretched. She reached up and tightened the bandages around her face. The heavy thump of her weapon in its Cello case on her back gave her pause then she continued down the street in search of someone to talk to. [color= darkred] "Damn are we really getting ourselves into this? Hmmm... well I don't particularly want to lose my... abilities so what the hell. The pay ain't bad either. Heh"[/color] The humming of the prosthesis was quite calming. it was like the cat she always wanted...to kill.
Oliver wasted no time in dissipating his blades, replacing them with a shield that reflecting Jason's palm and the incinerating blow that came after. Oliver decided that now was as good a time as any to test the suit's Overdrive mode. A few lines of text ran across his HUD as the suit powered up, gathering residual energy created by the pair's combat (a process that even Oliver didn't really understand) to boost Oliver's physical strength to extreme levels.
"Abandoned you?" Oliver said, his fists crackling with golden energy. "I wasn't even CONSCIOUS! I wasn't even fighting at the end, I was keeping you alive from Gray's attacks! Do you remember how many times over you'd have been dead without me? I do. Five times, Jason."
He lunged forward, knocking away Jason's arms.
"Human or otherwise, it is our duty to protect those who cannot protect themselves! We can be monsters, or we can be heroes."
Oliver sent a punch as hard and fast as he could at Jason's jaw, shouting "I choose to be a hero!"
"Abandoned you?" Oliver said, his fists crackling with golden energy. "I wasn't even CONSCIOUS! I wasn't even fighting at the end, I was keeping you alive from Gray's attacks! Do you remember how many times over you'd have been dead without me? I do. Five times, Jason."
He lunged forward, knocking away Jason's arms.
"Human or otherwise, it is our duty to protect those who cannot protect themselves! We can be monsters, or we can be heroes."
Oliver sent a punch as hard and fast as he could at Jason's jaw, shouting "I choose to be a hero!"