Order And Chaos: A Superpower RP (Started, Closed)

[PrinceOfShapeir]

"It isn't a twenty minute drive back to the flat."

"I took a detour."

"Are you going to Seraphim?"

"...No?"

"How are you that bad at lying?"

Keller didn't respond. The Seraphim building was looming, and she could hear the sound of the raging battle. Dragon fighting wasn't really her forte, but she could swing it.

The streets were clear, making navigation simple. She gritted her teeth - time was she'd be driving a million pound sports car with headlight missiles. This was barely acceptable.

Her jet black SUV swung around the last turn, pointed right at the Dragon. She swung her leg around into the back and flipped a switch before straightened. The minigun mounted in the back telescoped up as the roof split open, and she took hold of the weapon, swinging it up to drop the sights over the Dragon's torso before squeezing the trigger, and with a sound like a swarm of hellspawned giant bees the weapon began spitting four thousand 7.62x51mm rounds per minute.

 

[Pm0n3y]

The battle raged, and neither side seemed to make any progression. Both managed to take on major injuries, with the mighty dragon being half blinded by the opposition. Not to mention the numerous attacks coming from several directions. From above, a massive fist shaped boulder plummeted towards him. From ahead, the persistent android sprung into a sprint and rigidly bolted towards him.

"HrrRAH!" The forces exerted behind the boulder were much more than the dragon anticipated, he grunted as he managed to catch the rock, the very ground under him cracking from the added pressure. From behind him, a formidable monster of a carriage squealed up the street. SCREEEEEEE! The spin got his attention, and the resulting BRRRRRRMMMMMMM of the truck's weapon secured it. Even if there was no penetration, the grazing bullets definitely left scratches and bruising. "Damn yoouuuu-!" He roared and spun, throwing the massive fist of asphalt in the direction of the truck.

"I grow exhausted. I will not survive this endeavor if I keep down this road. I must find a opportunity to retreat." He fell to a knee, drawing heavy breaths.

Up the street, back in front of the building, Justin began to crack a grin as the dragon began to noticeably falter. "Ha ha, yeah! Fuck-him-up! Fuck-him-up! Fuck-him-u-" His vulgar chanting was interrupted by his fellow electromancer. "Charge me." Marcus declared, grasping at the boy's shoulder. His grin dropped. "What? No! Didn't I just say-" Justin was interrupted. Again.

"Justin, look at it. It can handle gunfire with no problem. A shock from my current charge most likely won't do anything either. Maybe if I could get a bit more, from a variable source-" Now it was Justin's turn to interrupt. "Yeah, I already know where you're going with that, and still, no. Cuz, y'know, untested. PRO-TOE-TYPE." He enunciated.

"Look, i'm not gonna let this monster do anymore damage because of your personal problems. Either supply me with power, or i'll just take it myself." Justin scowled at the threat. "Hrrrgrh...fine." He grumbled as he turned to the Awe, and began adjusting the illustrated meters on his phone's screen. "Changing parameters. Opening all currents." The gauntlet began to hum loudly, and sparks bounced from its fingertips. "Steel yourself, this might leave a mark-!" His open palm rushed into Faraday's chest, and the voltage flowed into electrician with haste.

His head shot up as he eyes began to glow from beyond his goggles. Justin was too busy monitoring the readings on his Awe to notice, however. "The battery's going down a lot slower than I was expecting...hmm...still not doing that much in terms of current and voltage output...I should try looking into portable forms of alternating current-huh?" Suddenly, the gauntlet went dead as Faraday pushed away from the young engineer.

"The fuck was that for-!" Justin paused, looking on at the man doubled over before him. Light spilled from Marcus' person, and only intensified as it vividly spread through his veins. "Get away...get awayaAAahHargh-!" As the cry escaped his lips, an explosion of electricity exploded from him, Dousing the entire area in blinding light, and knocking Justin clear off his feet.

Soarele looked towards the light, and like an angel calling from heaven, he flew towards it, seeing it as an opportunity to escape. He quickly climbed skyward, eager to clear the area, to find a safe place to resort back to his normal form. To recuperate and regroup.

"OHH FUCK! I'M BLIND! I'M BLIIIND!" Justin yelped, grabbing at his eyes as he was at the epicenter of the blast. "SEE?! I told you! I told you some shit was gonna go wrong! And now I can't see-!" He chewed the scenery as he rolled around on the ground. His vision would return, in due time, but what happened in Faraday that could've caused such a backfire?

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

"Jesus Christ!" She averted her eyes as the blast began and still felt like her eyes had gotten a bit more than strictly ideal as she opened them again. On the other hand the Dragon had fucked off and the Choir - dammit, now she was doing it - all still aeemed to be alive.

Keller got out of the vehicle, remembering to retract the minigun and close the hatch on the way out. She kept her mask on as she approached them. "Is amyone seriously injured? She said, the mask distorting her voice to little more than recognizably feminine.

 

[CounterAttack]

In a flash of light, caused by someone on the ground, the dragon was in the air, and moving fast despite the hits it had taken. It would easily outrace Intet if he tried to chase it down for capture. "Curious that such a bulky creature doth fly that fast," he noted. And a newcomer appeareth... I shalt observe. The mage landed atop the stone wreckage he had caused, idly spinning his staff as he watched the aftermath from a distance.

[hr]

"Is anyone seriously injured?"

"Uh-uh. You stay back, stranger, unless you provide a Seraphim ID. I'll see to them." Mark was closer to the flailing Justin than the masked newcomer, having returned to the scene soon after Faraday's light show had concluded.

"Justin... JUSTIN. Hey! Drama queen! It was just a flash, you'll be fine. Up you get, mate." He grabbed Justin by the wrist and hauled him back to his feet, keeping one hand on his shoulder just in case. Mark winced as he lifted his ally. "Ahh, hell. Damn dragon singed my leg. Nothing the docs can't cure, though."

He looked over at Marcus. "As for you... what happened there? Can't have been nothing. You looked like a Time Lord or something."

Time Lord? Seraphim has time manipulators?

A sigh escaped the traceur. No, Talsper, it's fiction. Ignore it.

 

[Lizmichi]

Alice arrived just as the flash subsided. She covered her eyes, and then looked at the group around her. Her HUD was fitting faces to Seraphim profiles but she didn't know any of them; she blinked when she heard a male ask for a Seraphim ID from another.

"I'm a bit late to the party it seems. Dr. Alice Sallian, a new Seraphim recruit. Here's my ID." Alice said as she produced her ID from a hidden pocket in her belt showing it to all who cared.

"Can I be of any assistance or should I call for help?" She asked Fox giving her verbal diagnostics of the group but she decided to keep that information to herself just to make sure they could trust her, and if she could trust them. She then turned to the man the earlier male was questioning.

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

"I'm freelance. Don't be an idiot, if I wanted you dead I would have taken advantage of the blast and shot you." She snarled as she continued her approach, heading into the wrecked lower levels and beginning to pull debris aside, looking for wounded. Her every move was likely observed, so she made no untoward actions. Establish trust now, screw over later.

 

[Pm0n3y]

Soon, as he regained his composure, Justin also began regaining his sight, pulling up his goggles to get a better glimpse at all the wreckage and aftermath strewn around him and the others. "Oh...oh thank god." He praised breathlessly, shoving away from the magic-infused traceur to approach Marcus. "So uh, yeah, Faraday, mind explaining just what the fuck that was? I don't think I could personally pull off a event like that with just this piece a' shit." He slapped at the still-smoldering Awe as he knelt to the man's level. "Cool as it all was, I'm not sure I could even explain the phenomena. Not without tests or something..."

Faraday was still supercharged, with massive arcs and sparks of electricity surging and bouncing off of his person. "Can you talk? ...You still in there, man?" What was that? For a second there, did Justin sound...sympathetic? Towards the closest person he considered a occupational acquaintance, Justin placed a bare hand on the lightning lancer's shoulder, minding the jolts that wildly crawled up and over his hand. "Hey..." Then, his head shot up. "'Ey! Cripple! Can you give us some fucking space?! You're freaking 'im out!" He said to Alice, truly unaware of her name. Also, there was a lady in a skintight bodysuit making her way into the shambled lobby of the famed superhero building. Justin was too concerned with his current affairs to question her eagerness to help, or, really, to care about her motives in general.

 

[Arcanist]

White.

Everything was white.

His vision. His sense of touch. The halls of his mind. All of it a numbing static with no purpose, no order. He seemed to float there, in an endless sea of white, for what felt like an eternity.

And then, bit by bit, color started to return. Slowly at first - a tiny sensation of something pressing against his side. Then sounds - indistinct, but definitely voices. Then came true colors - his vision returning to something normal. Soon he was aware he was no longer standing - laying prone on his side. Pressed against... asphalt? Why would he be laying on a road?

Then the haze lifted from his mind, and the world and all its contrast snapped back into view. A sudden gasp escaped from Faraday's lips, and he returned to the waking world with one hell of a headache.

His arms felt like they were on fire, and a quick glance confirmed that they probably should have been. Electricity arced from his fingertips, and he could feel a massive amount of current moving through them - much more than he'd ever handled at once. He stumbled to his feet, still dazed and only half-cognizant. Something was different. Different was bad. Different meant something could go wrong.

He reeled about, trying to regain his mental footing. "Wh... what...happened...?"

 

[Pm0n3y]

"Whoafuck-!" Justin yelped, his balance faltering some as Faraday shot up. "Oh, so hey, you're awake! I...didn't think you were that unconscious, but whatever, right? So, about that explosion..." Marcus didn't seem to be listening. As he stood up, Justin followed.

"...Y'know, the one that fried everything in a 5 meter radius and nearly blinded everything else?" He looked to his equipment. The Awe prototype was smoldering. "Aw man, this phone is ruined." He groaned, extracting it from the wrist console, the smell of burning plastic and metal wafting up from the gauntlet.

"Guess I gotta make another prototype from scratch...gotta get my notes together, the files for the phone app...I wonder if I have to like, turn some sorta form in to get another phone...s'probably gonna come out of my paycheck..."

"Wh... what...happened...?" The electrokinetic's hesitant query interrupted Justin's incessant mumbling.

"Yeah! That's what I've been trying to ask you! Have you not been listening to anything anyone's been saying for the past five minutes? You exploded, man. You...you just caused all this, dude." Justin motioned towards the destroyed Seraphim lobby, the carnage in the streets, all the vacant piles of ash. "Yeah man, I don't know how else to put it. And the police are gonna be here any moment, man. They're gonna want questions. I'm thinking you should like, just, get on a plane, and get the fuck out of America. Don't worry bro, I ain't no snitch, they won't get anything outta me." He reassured his acquaintance, offering a hopeful pat on the back.

 

[Lizmichi]

Alice sighed putting her ID away, and put her face in her hand. "Once you two are done with whatever you're doing I think we have more pressing matters to attend to. Like the damage around us, and helping any one who is hurt. That's just me after all." Alice started lifting debris looking for anyone that could be in harms way.

"This is what I get for helping stringers Fox." she said throwing some debris into a pile as best she could.

"Alice, don't be rude to our new friends. You never were that great at making them after all." Fox said with a snarky tone that everyone could hear.

"Oh thanks, I guess I'll just reprogram you if you enjoy being an ass." she said grunting.

"One more thing Alice, time for an injection." Fox said, and before Alice could respond she yelped in pain feeling a needle in her major muscle groups.

"You're an ass hole Fox." she growled knowing everyone could hear her, and Fox as she fell to her knees from the pain.

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

Countess flung another shard of debris aside and nodded. Thermal vision was becoming useful again, and there was no sign of anyone trapped on it either, or any sign of them oyherwise. Structurally the building was fine, so the upper levels wouldn't be in any serious danger. "Looks like we - well,Seraphim - got lucky." She said to no one in particular. Air was safe, so she tugged her mask off ans pulled her balaclava back to just wrap around her neck, shakimg out her black hair. A heartbeat after she did one of the Seraphim agents fell to her knees, her face showing intense pain.

"Are you hurt?" She rushed to the other woman's side. "Did you get hit?"

 

[Lizmichi]

Alice just put her hand up to the woman and shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I just needed to take an injection for a minor cronic illness. Just something to keep me from getting sick, low blood surger and all. Nothing major." Alice lied not wanting to give away too much to the woman. "It always hurts like this. My AI Fox was just being an ass." she added.

"Only doing my job Ma'am." Fox piped up amusement in his voice. That's it, Fox was getting reprogramed later.

In her HUD the woman that was next to her was shown to be an unknown. Alice didn't like unknown. Not even a name popped up in her HUD. "Who are you? I'm nornaly good with faces but Fox isn't able to tell me a thing about you." Alice said so only the other woman could hear her.

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

"Call me Countess. I'm freelance." Low blood sugar? That was a crock, so whatever was actually wrong was secret, possibly dangerous. She filed the tidbit away for future use. "Came when I saw the trouble." She held out a hand to help Alice to her feet. "I knew Seraphim got some interesting problems, but I'm reasonably sure that was a Dragon. That happen often?"

 

[CounterAttack]

"Freelance..." Talsper, did Chris or any other superiors mention Seraphim's policy on freelancers?

I know not.

"Damn it." Mark took a short step back from Justin and Marcus, hitting up Chris on his phone's speed-dial. With luck the Seraphim leader would pick up. Mark wanted to know what the deal was: did they need to keep the black-haired freelance lady out of the building? Was there a weapon or something that needed to be kept away from the general public?

Meanwhile, Intet hopped down from his pile of stone chunks with a graceful, almost feather-like landing. He casually strode past the three without a care in the world, using his staff as a walking stick. Instead of the heroes, he showed considerable interest in the Seraphim lobby and the damage done to it. "So few variances in the beast's attacks and fighting style... yet even the most basic of fire breath be'eth enough to ruin basic windows... nay, not basic, reinforced in some way. Curious," he noted, thinking aloud as he was wont to do.

 

[socialtangent]

A loud blast and violent tremor gave Kurt quite the rude awakening.

"What was..."

It took a moment for the startled Kurt to put the pieces together. When the penny finally dropped, so did his gut.

"...shit."

He flung himself out of bed and quickly changed into his gear. He exited his room in a full sprint while donning his mask. The halls of Seraphim HQ were an orgy of panic. Kurt forced his way through the crowd of frightened employees and started running down the stairs. Given the current situation, taking the stairs over the elevator was the wisest choice. However, it was not the fastest.

By the time Kurt made it to the lobby, whatever had happened was long over. The lobby was in ruins, as was the street for quite some distance. A few of his Seraphim colleagues were already on the scene. Perhaps they'd be able to fill him in.

"Jesus, what happened?" he asked, motioning to the carnage around him.

 

[Captainguy42]

Coyote sat slightly dumbstruck in front of his television set. "BoB, am I high or did a giant dragon just attack Seraphim's HQ?"

"Yes, and yes."

His automated assistant answered.

"Oh." Coyote rested Marilyn Bongroe on the ground decided to slid it way for a second, "Okay then. Maybe, I should get some fresh air." He wrested himself out of the his recliner and when over to his fridge. He opened the door and resting on the left opposite some blood bags for EPO doping was his assault rifle Widowmaker. Why was it there? Well last night after dropping acid he had developed a crushing fear that his gear was too 'hot' and there fore had to be refrigerated. Coyote giggled at his past self, then grabbed the gun, several empty beer bottle, and went out into the cruel unforgiving Jersey daylight. Outside the manager's office that had become his home, he had set up a firing range, nothing a passerby would notice unless they were looking for it. He set up the at one end and himself at the other.

BANG, the first shot went wide, thanks to his slightly stupored state he found he wasn't holding the gun firm enough. He tightened his stance, checked his sight then shot again. BANG, the first bottle shattered. Happy, but not satisfied, he tried something harder. He aimed higher, went for the middle of the bottle's next this time. BANG, the second bottle shook as the next blasted off, leaving the bottom intact. Hitting his stride he tried something a little different. This time he aimed just above the mouth of the bottle. BANG, the third bottle hummed as the bullet pushed an air current over the lip, BANG, then shattered shortly after. Now approaching boredom, Coyote started to get up from his firing position when he saw something move.

On the roof of one of the factories building a stray cat ran along. "Awww, look BoB a kitty, say hi to the kitty BoB."

 "Greeting Feline"

BANG

 "Farwell Feline"

 

[SkyeNeko]

SEARCHING DR. ALICE SALLIAN

BEEP

AGE: 26 GENDER: F ALIAS: THE MECHANIC

PHD IN PHYSICS, MECHANICAL ENGINEERING, CHEMISTRY, ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING FROM MIT

SUFFERS FROM UNSPECIFIED NEURODEGENERATIVE DISEASE

AI DETECTED

CHEMICALS DETECTED

LINK DETECTED

So far, Alice Sallian was legit. Not a medical doctor though.

"I'm freelance. Don't be an idiot, if I wanted you dead I would have taken advantage of the blast and shot you."
Another woman approached, this one more controversial. Just because she hadn't killed anyone yet didn't mean she wouldn't. Not to mention that was one of the weakest excuses for trust KAMI had archived. She seemed sincere enough, for now, as she helped Alice up. She identified herself as "Countess". Now, a thorough search revealed more than 50 variations of "Countess", but plenty of them had images that did not match. She managed to narrow the alias down to a handful of potentially dangerous users, but then again, this was hoping that she had been using this label for a long time. A scan of her bodysuit revealed a few more reasons to mistrust the Countess. There was no way she was getting any further into the building though.

Why did all the "freelancers" have to show up? The magician, Intet Yxi, was still loitering around the place as well. She put up an alert, but that was all she could do right now, with her leak.

Last, but not least, they were joined by a hero, Kurt Isherwood, aka Spectre. There were enough heroes here that getting herself fixed became priority. The four Seraphim affiliated heroes on the scene would be able to handle the two unaffiliated beings. "Mr. Case, Help Mr. Travers To The Infirmary, Please. His Condition Is Not Life Threatening, But He Needs Medications And Rest. Mr. Isherwood And Mr. Robinson, and Dr. Sallian? "Countess" And Intet Yxi Are Not Allowed Into The Building. Security Has Been Alerted, And Will Be Relieving You In A Few Minutes. Am I Clear?"

 

[Lizmichi]

Alice looked over at the android, and sighed. "Well, if it keeps me for being shot I can wait out here for a little longer KAMI." she said thankful that Fox was quickly able to give her the name of the "woman" speaking to her. Looking around she noticed KAMI was damaged. Alice held her hands in front of her torso in a non-threatening maner and slowly stepped to KAMI.

"I can repair you if you will allow it unless you require something beyond my skill. I would at least like to stabalize your system." she said looking over the advanced android. "I can't do a full repair without being in my shop but I can do something." she added.

"Shall I deploy your tools?" Fox asked Alice but she wanted to wait for KAMI's reaction. Alice didn't make any movments that could be seen as hostile not knowing how KAMI is programmed.

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

"Your elevators are likely out of commission. I recommend relocating wounded to nearby hospitals. Until this structure can be analyzed it isn't safe." At the Robot's order she stepped back, not acknowledging. "Sorry to just drop in, but you looked like you needed assistance. I think that Dragon was a new player, I've never seen it before. Any chance Seraphim has their own data?"

 

[SkyeNeko]

"The Elevators Have Been Shut Down. But That Is Why Building Code's Require Fire Escapes. The Elevator Shaft's Will Require Minimal Adjustment To Become Safely Operational Again. Your Assistance Is Appreciated, But No Longer Required. Seraphim Is Equipped To Handle This Damage. There Is Minimal Damage To The Lobby, And The Building Remains Structurally Sound. If You're Looking For Data On This Dragon, You May Direct Yourself To The Seraphim Website For An Official Release."
"Countess" was prying, and KAMI grew suspicious.

"Dr. Sallian, I Appreciate Your Enthusiasm, However, I Politely Decline."

A good yank opened the fire exit door. The stairs were undamaged by the blast, which had been well contained in the lobby. With each step she verified their stability, testing for give and for cracks. Upstairs, the floor was alive with activity. Magic Inclined Personnel were helping with the building stability while damage assessments began. Orders were being placed for the materials for the reconstruction. It was a standard protocol, this was not the first time the building had been damaged by anything, and it wouldn't be the last. Just last year 5 of the upper floors were taken out by an aerial fight between Seraphim agents and a glass pterodactyl.

KAMI checked out a private mechanic area and closed the door. First things first... she armed her blade and made an incision in her skin, over a bucket. Bright blue liquid spilled out, collecting while she slit the skin on her throat. She didn't need a mirror, or even need to see what she was doing. She knew what she was doing. The cut to the hose was small, but significant. She wouldn't have to replace the whole thing, but she would have to complete her maintenance in a partial shut down so the fluid would stop flowing long enough for her to mend the leak.