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

[Arcanist]

Marcus left the elevator, the harsh winds of the skyscraper's roof cutting through him. It was early October in New York, after all - he wasn't surprised to sense the feeling begin to creep out of his hands. He silently hoped it wouldn't be as harsh out over the Atlantic.

A hope, he knew, was completely unreasonable. Considering his abilities had a non-trival somatic component, the inclement weather could prove just as much a problem as the spray from the surf.

Adjusting his vision through welling tears as the wind cut into his face, he managed to make out an advanced-looking aircraft docked on the helipad. It looked like a troop transport helicopter, but it lacked a helicopter's rotors, instead opting for a pair of rotating jet engines. It seemed Seraphim spared no expense in transporting their heroes. Marcus could additonally see two figures conversing next to the aircraft - one he recognized to be Justin. He approached, keeping his head down to combat the cold.

"We'reeeee doomed."

"C'mon, that's not an attitude that's going to help us at all."

"I'm gonna have to agree. If we gave up now, we wouldn't have the right to call ourselves heroes. Besides..." Marcus flexed his hand, letting a shower of sparks fall between his fingers before extinguishing the display with a clenched fist. "It's not like we're defenseless." He turned to address what he assumed to be Spectre - a shorter kid wearing a featureless mask. "Nice to meet you, by the way. Name's Marcus, or Faraday, if you're the formal type."

"Although, to be fair, I'm not sure how we're going to take down a giant sea monster."

Marcus couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He'd been around the block before with these sorts of enemies - and he'd also been in their shoes, fretting about plans and weaknesses. In his experience, the best way to handle a totally unknown enemy was to face them head-on, and to be quick on your feet. After all, no plan survives contact with the enemy. "Neither do I. But nobody else does, either - that's why they're sending us." He turned to the VTOL, stepping on board and strapping himself in. "Well, no point to dallying. Let's get this done."

 

[Pm0n3y]

Justin clambered in soon after, scoffing at Marcus' words. "Well, no point to dallying. Let's get this done."

"Hmph. You say that like we weren't waiting for your ass." He quipped with another scoff as he began wrapping himself into the harnesses provided. The heated cab of the aircraft was just what Justin needed, and as his body temperature adjusted itself accordingly, the cogs of his mind began to turn moderately. "How exactly should we go about this? I would want to plan ahead, but 'North Atlantic' is too vague of a location to really use the land to our advantage. At most we could only assume that we'd be somewhere out in the middle of the ocean, and that would leave both me and Faraday at a disadvantage. Which reminds me..."

Justin pointed towards Kurt as he eventually made his way into the VTOL. "What kind of powers do you have? If it's something electricity-based like us two, then your alias makes no damn sense." He asked bluntly. "Hopefully its something ranged that can keep the monster subdued from afar." Before Kurt could reply, Justin turned his attention towards his other teammate, Marcus.

"Next, Marcus, what is the limit of your attacks? What's the extent of the voltage/amperage/current that you can create? I had a thought a few days back. An attack that could potentially be the most badass thing I could've ever done...while simultaneously blinding, deafening, and burning us both, and possibly breaking whatever limb you decide to discharge from. Granted, It wouldn't be possible now, seeing as I only have the components and power of a 12 volt car battery, but once I get a hold of something stronger...they'll tell the stories of the two fuckers that recreated lightning." He added a wild, hopeful smirk at the end of that spiel. And he realized that the job at hand didn't make him nervous. Now, he was excited.

 

[Lambi]

Virus continued his onslaught of spreading various diseases around that he seemed to create on the spot. Many people fell ill quickly, although some could only wait in horror for the effect to take place, knowing that something horrible was going to happen, just didn't know what exactly would happen.

Were he to allow himself to show emotions, Virus would most likely be cackling at this point. Instead, he merely believed that he was doing what was right. To cleanse the planet by any means necessary, so long as he could do it. More diseases were spread, one that caused severe pain in select parts of the body, another that made the one afflicted with it have swollen hands and no way to revert it as it slowly spread over other parts of their bodies, and yet another one that caused temporary blindness, only to be seemingly healed for a few moments before coming back, coming and going.

Whilst all this happened, Virus heard a thud nearby. Wondering what it was, he stopped and turned to face something he had never seen before. Not that he would remember if he had, but he hadn't either way. A person around the same height as he was, but her skin was different from that of other humans. This person would surely pose a threat to him, and it was even possible that she wouldn't be affected by his diseases. He had to try, though.

"

Whoever you may be, you will not stop us. Now die. Or suffer a slow and painful disease, it does not matter to us so long as you will be removed.

" he said in his monotone, half mechanical voice as he charged towards the gargoyle with great agility, seemingly nothing slowing him down.
[hr]
Once Marcus, Justin and Kurt were in the helicopter and all doors had been closed, the pilot started the engines and lifted off of the roof, heading towards the North Atlantic. "It shouldn't take too long for us to reach our destination, an hour or two at most, so prepare anything you need to before we arrive. Once we're there, this copter will be made prepared for attacks against the leviathan." the pilot said to the three of them. "Any questions you may have, I'll answer to my best ability."

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

"Something is here, I'm not sure what to call it. It's likely the source of whatever ailment this is. Hurry." She readied her blade as the bizarre Human-like monster spoke, then charged at her. She gauged the situation in her mind, then quickly acted, extending the hilt of her blade until the weapon was roughly the same length as herself, then gripped it tightly in both hands, the tip pointed at her enemy's chest. She fully expected him to move away rather than impale himself upon her blade, but she would deal with that when the time came. Whatever this enemy was, she had a feeling he would not prove to be a trivial threat. Best to fight defensively until her allies arrived.

 

[socialtangent]

"Nice to meet you, by the way. Name's Marcus, or Faraday, if you're the formal type."

"Kurt, but the codename's Spectre."

The introduction was short, however, as the three of them immediately boarded the VTOL craft afterwards. When they were strapped in, Justin began musing over their situation.

"What kind of powers do you have?"

Kurt sighed. He was never good at describing his powers, at least succinctly. "Uh...I draw my power from the realm of spirits, which allows me to..." He paused for a moment. "I can talk to ghosts and shoot energy beams. That's it in a nutshell." Not inaccurate, but not a complete description of his abilities either. There'd be more time for explaining later.

"It shouldn't take too long for us to reach our destination, an hour or two at most, so prepare anything you need to before we arrive. Once we're there, this copter will be made prepared for attacks against the leviathan."

"At least we have air support," Kurt said, with slight relief.

 

[Baldrek]

Waldemar listened on Arlana's messages as she arrived at the scene as well, so far so good, but there seemed to be neither hide-nor-hair of the person they had been sent to stop, even though the screams that sometimes echoed through the buildings by panicked and afflicted civilians was a sure sign of his handiwork. Moving forward cautiously, Waldemar walked through the streets ahead, looking left and right for their perp as he went along. He didn't exactly like going into the unknown like this, but this guy had to be stopped, there was no telling exactly what he could get up to if he was left to his lonesome.

Spotting movement to his left, he swiveled in place and pointed his weapon at the figure emerging from the formerly closed entryway of a nearby apartment building. The weapon was quickly lowered again as the figure came into full view moments later, a man with his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, his arms raw and bloodied from his feverish scratching as he tried to ease a pain, either imagined or real, of such intensity that little else seemed to matter to him. Looking away from the man who was now breaking into fits of sobbing and the occasional line of gibberish, Waldemar felt disgusted by the person who was spreading these ills. As a doctor he would have gone to the sickly man's aid immediately, but right now he had to prioritize, think triage, one step at a time to avoid becoming overwhelmed.

About to call Seraphim central to inform them that more medical emergency teams would be needed to clean up the area and help the civilians, his action was abruptly interrupted by another message from Arlana, one that was a bit more important than the last one.

"Something is here, I'm not sure what to call it. It's likely the source of whatever ailment this is. Hurry."

Receiving her message loud and clear, Waldemar responded with a short 'Alright, on the way.' before looking at the phone's tracking system to get a fix on Arlana's position, merely a street to the north of them. Kicking himself into gear, he started running towards the nearest alley that bridged the parallel streets, and a quick trip later he exited into the street where Arlana had encountered their villain. Looking around quickly to get his bearings he noticed Arlana and a seven foot tall gray creature of humanoid stature, with some sort of green lines all over his body, fighting a little way down the street.

"I have you and him within my field of view, try to keep him there and I'll give you support." He said over the phone as he got into a crouch and lined up his rifle at Virus, waiting for the correct moment to act when Arlana wasn't in danger of being hit. And as soon as that moment arrived he would fire, aiming for Virus' left leg in an attempt to take him down with minimal injury.

 

[CounterAttack]

Mark followed Waldemar's lead, though he couldn't help but stare at the afflicted individuals and feel a bit sick himself. What could drive someone to cause this kind of damage? He hoped he didn't have to find out.

Best not to get too close: we know not if this affliction couldst spread to thine own body, Talsper warned.

"Yeah... I know. It just makes me uncomfortable, is all," Mark answered quietly. Something seemed to happen over the phone, because Waldemar hurried off towards... two huge individuals fighting. One was some sort of woman made of white marble, almost statue-like in her appearance, and carrying what looked like a spear. Were those wings, claws and tail just for show, or could they be used?

The other was some kind of bizarre alien-looking person, with grey skin and green lines all over... his? Its? Its body. Mark had no idea which was Arlana and which was Seraphim's opponent. "Talsper, you're up. Find out which we're meant to be fighting before taking potshots," he noted aloud as the ring began to glow again. Within a minute, Mark's eyes had turned gold and Talsper was back in charge. He hurried to take a position just ahead of Waldemar, preparing a spell as he did so.

"So. Which is our opponent, and which be-eth our ally?" he queried of no-one in particular. He elected to wait until one of the two combatants took notice of the newcomers and perceived them as a threat.

 

[Lambi]

His opponent didn't even seem to want to address Virus directly, slightly irking him, though not visibly so. There didn't seem to be many spots for him to attempt to infect her, what with her wearing...something over herself, so he would have to try and improvise. He wasn't going to let himself get impaled by whatever the strange weapon she wielded was, as he thought of what he could do. Once he gave a little more thought to it, charging headfirst wasn't the best tactic.

Virus stopped and looked his opponent in her eyes. "

So, you wish to fight us? Come closer, if you dare. We show no mercy to fools.

" He thought about what he could do. So many pieces of technology stored inside him. Laser, holo-shield, heat ray, flamethrower, ice beam, a device that shot lighting and so many others he could use. But first, she would need to get closer, and then... Bam. Injured and ready for an infection, hopefully.

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

This enemy was confident, but she had no interest in playing his game. She shortened her weapon to a two-handed sword in size, then held her ground, gripping it tightly. Waldemar had to be close by, although she didn't dare take her eyes off her enemy to search for him.

"Who are you, and what do you want?" With any luck he'd prove to be an enemy who enjoyed talking about himself, a long monologue would give her allies time to move into position, and hopefully she could take advantage when Waldemar and their third man struck.

 

[Lambi]

Bah. She wasn't about to come any closer. Then he would have to resort to something else. But whatever he'd do, Virus would get her infected. Somehow. "

Why should we tell you? You are but an insignificant worm underneath our boot. A creature we can easily infect and destroy should we wish to do so.

"

With that, he charged at her again, his right arm morphing into some sort of device for one of his various methods of attacking. "

Now, become infected and die a slow and painful death, puny mortal.

" He raised his right arm at her and shot out a ball of electricity at the gargoyle.

 

[Baldrek]

Waldemar kept his aim at their opponent as he charged towards Arlana, he was more or less certain that he could hit him from here, but with him moving towards his ally he didn't want to risk it. He found it rather unlikely that the bullet would hurt Arlana to any significant degree, if her skin was as tough as it looked, but the rifle still packed a punch with it's 7.62 bullet and the enemy would likely act in that moment of confusion. As he waited for the correct moment he heard Mark come up beside him, and despite making him raise his eyebrow at his the archaic speech, he answered his question.

"Arlana is the gargoyle woman, with wings and tail, I have no idea who the other person is, but he's likely the source of the diseases." He told Mark as he watched him ready some kind of power to back up Arlana, noticing the strange golden glow that his eyes had taken on, but deciding to ignore them for now.

Seeing their opponent abruptly come to a halt some way away from her, Waldemar saw his window of opportunity, lining up the shot nice and steady as Arlana seemed to adjust her weapon. Figuring that Mark would unleash whatever trick he was preparing once the fight was on he didn't bother to tell him to be ready, merely concentrating on the shot at hand. Aiming the rifle he got ready to pull the trigger at the villain's next move, hampering his next attack in Arlana's favor.

Then he moved, Waldemar pulled the trigger and a bullet was sent hurtling at his left leg, aiming to incapacitate him or throw him off balance for his allies' follow up. Readying his next shot seemed to be out of the question however, as a ball of electricity blazed to life within his field of vision, causing him to instinctively avoid his gaze from the bright flash.

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

Arlana did what came naturally, bringing her blade up to knock away the strike and starting to charge forward.

Not the smartest idea she ever had. The electricity went into the blade, down the hilt, and into her armor before dumping into her body. A scream ripped through her lips as her whole body burned with the fire rushing through her muscles and tissues. The blade slid out of her hands, dropping down onto the asphalt, and Arlana fell to her knees. The electricity bled out into the dirt, but she couldn't stop shaking, her every limb, every muscle twitching and spasming in time with the pulses of the current even after it had left. For the moment, she was helpless.

 

[SkyeNeko]

Craggy spines broke the choppy surface of the cold Atlantic. It was visible above water for a few seconds, propelled forward by powerful pairs of pectoral fins. From above, all you would see was the shadow of something massive. Four tentacle-arms trailed the shadow, waving slowly.

She couldn't see the helicopter approaching, but she could hear it. She had seen a few of them before, but they didn't usually bother her too much. A lot of noise, but they were hard and tasted bad and weren't very filling. The leviathan turned in the water, twirling to get a good look at the flying toy. Her tail sent up a spray of saltwater at the Seraphim VTOL.

 

[Lambi]

Virus couldn't enjoy the pain he was already causing the gargoyle woman due to a shot that hit his right leg, causing him to grunt in pain. He looked around himself to find the source of the shot, seeing two men hiding far away. Whether they were the gargoyle woman's teammates or not didn't matter to him. She was vulnerable and he would use it to his advantage.

He stepped towards her with his left arm raised before he put his hand onto her head, then talked with an increased volume in his voice thanks to a megaphone he had assimilated. "

Should you not wish for her to be harmed, then I suggest you come over here and surrender. We have no patience for fools who stall for reinforcements.

" He had no intentions on letting the woman go unharmed if he could. He didn't know whether he could actually infect her, but he hoped that neither did she. The electricity coursing through her had no effect on him.
[hr]
After flying for a while, they arrived at the North Atlantic. They wouldn't have to look for long since the leviathan showed itself to them for whatever reason. At least it made the search all the easier for them.

"Alright, brace yourselves while I transform this copter into a battlefield for you guys." The pilot pressed some buttons in front of him and once he pressed the final one, the copter started to transform in mid-air for a while before it now resembled a floating platform with a cockpit on it.

"Thanks to there being no actual rotor on this thing, you guys don't have to deal with any extra wind. Christopher talked to me about the two of you who use electricity and if you need any spare electricity, it'll be close to you on the platforms. You'll have safety ropes to put on so that you don't fall, or at least shouldn't be able to fall. If you fall, it'll only be a few inches from the platform. If there aren't any other questions, I suggest you go out there and take that leviathan out."

 

[Baldrek]

Blinking his eyes rapidly in an effort to clear his eyesight after the sharp light of Virus' attack, Waldemar cursed his own blasted oversensitive eyes as he brought the gun back up to point it at his opponent. At first glance it seemed like the bullet hadn't done much to him, if it had hit him at all, leading Waldemar to pause as he wondered how he should go about attacking him. This proved to be a thought that he couldn't afford to linger on though, as the alien creature stepped towards a kneeling Arlana and placed one of his hands on her exposed head.

"Should you not wish for her to be harmed, then I suggest you come over here and surrender. We have no patience for fools who stall for reinforcements."

The creature was making demands from them now, Waldemar looked at him through the sights of his firearm as he searched for some way to incapacitate the being. "Helvete!" He swore to himself as his search for any weak points yielded no results, the only option was to target his head or the arm extended towards Arlana. But one thing was certain, he wasn't going to take any deal that disease ridden thing had to offer. His words sounded as far from sincere as seemed possible, with all human emotion drained from them.

"Any ideas Mark?" He asked, feeling like he was out of options unless Arlana got back to her senses. Of course, if Mark didn't have any other ideas they were just going to have to take the chance and put enough firepower on Virus for him to, hopefully, release Arlana.

 

[CounterAttack]

Talsper, too, had averted his gaze from the fight when the grey and green figure had released its flash of electricity. He continued to channel the Aura from his ring into a basic fire spell, though he dared not approach the taller individual.

"Should you not wish for her to be harmed, then I suggest you come over here and surrender. We have no patience for fools who stall for reinforcements."

That wasn't going to happen. Getting close to that thing was suicide, if he was the one spreading the sicknesses. Talsper didn't want to find out if the healing spell at his disposal could cure disease.

"Any ideas, Mark?" Waldemar asked from his position, keeping his weapon trained on the grey one. Talsper thought the question over. He was too far away to be sure he could hit their adversary with his magic, and getting closer would only tip off the being to a planned attack: flames were dancing around his hands now.

"We requireth some way to draw him away from our ally... I canst draw his attention to myself by getting closer and setting him ablaze, but it doth require a healthy dose of luck," he answered.

Are you crazy? If you get infected and it can't be cured... Mark's voice shot through Talsper's mind, protesting the idea.

"Drawing attention to us, the weak link in the chain, shalt turn our foe away from the stronger and more capable fighters," Talsper answered, expanding on his point and answering Mark's argument with the same sentence.

 

[Pm0n3y]

As Kurt gave a quick synopsis of his powers, Justin couldn't help but scoff. "Oh. Okay. So you're Danny Phantom, basically. And, seeing as it sounds like you can't fly, a shitty Danny Phantom. Yeah. Chris definitely picked the right people for this job. Wonderful." Justin replied with an annoyed bluntness, questioning his handler's decisions. If they somehow survive this little debacle, Justin was gonna have some choice words for the guy. "You'd think this was planned out a little better. Maybe, hey, give us some dossiers about the task or something. This just, all seems so rushed." He thought, complainingly.

Little after, the aircraft's pilot piped up. "It shouldn't take too long for us to reach our destination, an hour or two at most, so prepare anything you need to before we arrive. Once we're there, this copter will be made prepared for attacks against the leviathan." Justin raised an eyebrow at that. "Y'think if you could've gotten the coordinates to get us here, then maybe we could've at least got some info about the area, give a little heads-up about these things or something. I'm just saying." The boy spouted at the mouth, blaring hints of passive-aggressiveness laced in his words. He sighed soon after, burrowing further into his seat. If the ride was going to an hour, the least he could do is make himself a little more comfortable...
[hr]
Now...

"We're approaching our destination. Appointed coordinates in eight klicks." Justin sprung out his half-nap from the pilot's words. The VTOL began to descend some, enough to get a better look at the water's surface. As Justin peered from beyond one of the copter's windows, the one thing to catch his attention was the large shadowy figure lurking about, it's fins rising and lowering through the water. Justin's heartbeat resumed its rapid beating. The nervousness came back, but he still wondered about the creature's habits.

"Anybody else think it's weird that this thing decided to stay in one spot for about an hour? ...No? Just me?" The pause hung in the air briefly. "Hmm...I wonder if its lair is nearby..." He wondered, stroking at the lack of hairs that adorned his chin. "Hey pilot, isn't it funny how the VTOL'll be able to handle the sea monster's attacks, but nobody thought of giving it weapons so you could just shoot it down from up here? Convenient, amiright?" As they descended further, the Leviathan splashed some, water harmlessly sprinkling the VTOL's underbelly.

"Welp, it seems harmless enough from this height. Let's just stay up here, watch it from afar, and hope it doesn't sprout wings or something." Justin suggested simply.

 

[Arcanist]

"Next, Marcus, what is the limit of your attacks? What's the extent of the voltage/amperage/current that you can create?"

Marcus shifted around uncomfortably. He never liked describing his powers in detail - mostly because he poorly understood them. "Well, I manipulate current by turning my body into a walking, talking capacitor. The only real limit I have is how much charge I have access to. Which..." He gestured around the VTOL - "...Might be a small problem, given our environment."

"...they'll tell the stories of the two fuckers that recreated lightning." Marcus gave a small chuckle. He wasn't suprised Justin didn't know the full extent of his powers - he wasn't the strongest or flashiest metahuman running around New York City, after all. "Well, if we were fighting back in the city, I'd be glad to show you one fucker that can recreate lightning."

The craft took off shortly after Marcus answered, the pilot giving a short briefing as he flew. As the... monster? came into view, Marcus craned his neck to get a better look, careful to keep his body well away from the spray and mist flowing up towards the aircraft. It was circling below, occasionally stopping to send a spray of seawater at the circling helicopters.

"Anybody else think it's weird that this thing decided to stay in one spot for about an hour? ...No? Just me?"

"That is very odd. You'd think it'd move on by now... I wonder if it wants something." He turned to the pilot. "Has it tried to communicate in any way? Do we even know what it is?"

 

[Baldrek]

"We requireth some way to draw him away from our ally... I canst draw his attention to myself by getting closer and setting him ablaze, but it doth require a healthy dose of luck. Drawing attention to us, the weak link in the chain, shalt turn our foe away from the stronger and more capable fighters," Mark told him as Waldemar kept his weapon aimed at the grey creature, unwilling to let him out of his sights in case he had to act. Mark's idea seemed risky, but if he could lure their opponent away from Arlana then Waldemar could open fire in earnest without being afraid of hitting his teammates. He wasn't sure if that would manage to wound him though, but would some automatic fire be enough to give him some pause? He reckoned it would.

Waldemar nodded in response, "Go for it, I'll hit him with as much as I can once he's away from Arlana. With that luck you mentioned he won't reach you before you can withdraw." If this went wrong it would go horribly wrong though, so he needed to keep Virus away from him once he got his attention. Waldemar was sure that he couldn't treat an unknown illness out here in the field, and if one of his allies contracted one they would pretty much be out of the game.

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

Arlana couldn't muster the strength to regain her feet and fight. She could manage speech, however.'

"Don't worry about me! Hit him with everything you've got! I'll be fine!" Probably. She was tough and her stone form allowed her to regenerate from pretty serious injuries, but there was a limit even to Gargoyle physiology. Hopefully, they wouldn't reach it.