Overcharged - Chapter Three, Dark Hearts [FROZEN UNTIL REQUESTED]

[PandarenBa]

Rules:

Free for All, God Powers

Do what you wish, no limit of participants. Try to focus on one target at a time. Much easier that way, giving at least some sort of reaction to players. No need if you don't want though. Without further addendum... let's get trashing a city and bashing each other. NPC's work on dumb AI by the way - feel free to use them.

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It had been a long and peaceful time for an unnamed large city within this realm. After the great national split, few battles occurred here. And indeed, the populace had forgotten their old nationalistic leanings; for the split had allowed those with their individual ideas to go out and make their own life. Those who were left had never truly believed in such ideas and were by far the least combative.

The city was located in a smooth plains area, with skyscrapers and shops everywhere. Cars, electricity; but no corruption. It had been a pearl due to its utter isolation. The people lived their life in harmony with other beings - such harmony that would be impossible without the isolation.

These people had long been alone in their little world. This had made them all the more appetizing to the unusual and bizarre gods whom oversaw at the lands of this realm. These gods sensed the anomaly, picking up that it had once been a pitched battlefield. However, there were not many battlers left and the great silence of the peaceful land had let the tools of war fall silent.

Too long, for these gods who loved to play with the mortal beings. They needed to break this into pieces and grind into these people - that peace could never survive! However, they needed to be very precise. Hence they picked a group of people - the ones who were closest to the spirit of war.

A surge of godly power was unleashed upon the innocent village, which was absorbed by these individuals, granting them great powers. Then the gods sat back and looked intently down to the village... the rocks would roll out soon.

...

David glanced down the city, scratching his forehead. The skyscraper was one of the largest ones in the city, but David didn't seem to be bothered by the height's.

"Hell, I'm not bothered by anything right now. Powers unlimited, motherf-"

He started laughing hard, tears rolling down his cheeks. Wiping them off, David rose his fist in the air. A bolt of fire appeared, hastily growing in size. David snapped his hand at one of the skyscrapers - the bolt of fire disappeared... and so did half of the skyscraper. Huge lumps of cement and metal crashed on the streets. People screamed. David laughed.

It wouldn't take long till the other "individuals" would find out their power... and join the fun.

 

[Bling Cat]

Spoiler: This seems really interesting

But what do we do? Do we just post an intro sheet for our character then set about laying waste to the city and having fights?

 

[PandarenBa]

Feel free to pick up a name, spawn somewhere and start smashing the town into bits.

Cake.

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David took a deep breath, smelling the sweet smell of burning buildings. Yesterday he had only been a shop clerk, today... something far more greater. He didn't even know why he got these powers and where did the come in the first place.

He sighed. At least he knew what to do with the powers.

"Time to pay a visit to that idiot at the grocery store... And bring him a brand new car!"

David jumped off the skyscraper, smashing into the street. Dusting off the bits of rock from his shoulders, he glanced around. The citizens were horrified, running away. Some kids were cheering. David gave a thumbs-up at them, then turned to face a nearby car. Easily picking it up, he headed to the grocery store.

 

[terribleyetfun]

terry was working in his office as usual his boss nagging him and the usual things bothering him he just could`nt take it he was near breaking point and as soon as a new stack of papers hit his desk he lost it he screamed at the top of his lungs let out a massive shock wave of energy , terry stunned simply looked around the office to see his co-workers in shock and his boss on the ground dead the shock eventually turned to cheers as his co-workers applauded him but in a fit of rage at all the sudden kindness he was now receiving as opposed to their usual snobby attitude he fired another bolt of energy killing all his co-workers in burst. amazed at this terry tried another trick he jumped from his office window a twelve story drop no less and landed perfectly getting up and dusting himself off he noticed a suit shop across the street he decided that hell what were they gonna do to stop him, terry walked over blasted the window open and grabbed the closest attendant by the throat and he asked him only one thing.

"where do you keep the good suits" the store manager shakily pointed to a closet in the back of the store "thanks" was the last thing the merchant heard before terry sent a bolt of lightning through his body lightning spewing from his mouth.

when he checked the closet he found a good looking black suit and put it on he felt powerful.

"HA FUCK YOU ALL" he shouted at the top of his lungs he walked outside still pissed at the world and was greeted by several armed policemen."PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE GROUND" one of them shouted terry did as he was told but instead of sitting there silently he summoned vines to come forth from the ground to tear apart the officers and their vehicles terry laughed and walked off down the street to come face to face with a woman possibly in her twenties.
"you are a terrible man who are you" she screamed slowly backing away but in the speed of a blink terry raced up to her and grabbed her by the throat.
"Missy the name`s mister terrible" Mr.terrible laughed and sent lightning coursing through her veins with bolts shooting forth from her mouth.
"that was fun I wonder what else I can do"
Mr.terrible laughed walking down the street

 

[PandarenBa]

The grocery store clerk watched in horror as a brand new Doi-oita flew through the air, smashed into the store and squished a few of the shoppers inside. Quickly pressing the alarm button, he dived towards the weapon cache and pulled out an shotgun.

"What the f- is going on in here?!" he yelped and approached a customer, who was screaming from pain. Her leg was probably shattered, as it was still under the car. She was lucky though - it had barely missed her. Some of the customers weren't as lucky. The clerk barfed in disgust, seeing blood flow underneath the cars smashed front.

"Don't worry, I'll resurrect her later."

The clerk turned around, gasping for air and pointed the shotgun at the man standing in the hole made by the car.

"Whoa, settle down buddy. I just donated you a nice new car and you're already trying to shoot me?"

David smirked, picking up a rock. He threw it from one hand to another, whistling quietly. The clerk's face was red, tears flowed down his cheeks. He screamed for help. David launched the rock, hitting the clerk's neck, which snapped loudly. The clerk gurgled in pain, slumped down and dropped the shotgun. The customer started screaming, desperately trying to wrench her leg free. David walked past the screaming woman to the counter, picked up a fresh bun and took a few bites off it.

"You would be a good main singer for a heavy metal band... or it's that shattered leg underneath the car. Don't worry, you'll bleed to death soon."

David hopped out of the store, walking on the streets. Some citizens were running towards the store, police drove past him... but nobody even looked at him. David feasted on his bun, savoring every bite. He would soon arrive at the central park.

 

[Bling Cat]

Gareth solemnly dug. The light above him growing ever fainter. The powers he had been given obviously had a purpose, and he would dig until he found it.

That morning, he had killed a man. Not with a gun, or even with his hands. He hadn't even touched him. He had simply fallen over, tripped, and the momentum of the fall didn't hurt him. It simply passed through him, his body becoming a conduit of the kinetic energy, that shot out of his outstretched hand and into the man. He didn't even know his name.

Then he had begun digging. Not conventional digging, no, that wouldn't have got him far down enough. He decided to put his power to good use. He would slam his hand into the ground at first, then redirect the kinetic energy to scoop. Slam, scoop, slam, scoop. He did this until he had a hole he could stand in and not poke his head out the top. Then he would punch the wall, and scoop. Punch, scoop, punch, scoop. He was still working.

Gareth had not made the sides smooth. They were intentionally pitted and marked, a climbers dream. He didn't want to be stuck down here forever after all. And he had a plan. Before his discovery, he had been hearing news reports over the TV's in shop windows that people with insane powers were rampaging, killing people indiscriminately. That, he couldn't stand.

He was done. Five solid hours of digging and he was done. The plan was falling into motion. And so he began to climb.

 

[PandarenBa]

David licked his fingers, cleaning the small dots of sugar from them. He noticed a group of people gathered at a shop's window. Passing by, David heard faint speech from the television inside the shop. Or maybe not so faint anymore, thanks to the powers he had.

"Brutal killings! Destruction in the mall! The city is going mad!"

The news anchor was raving like a mad man in the TV. The group had mixed faces - terror, anguish, pain, disbelief. David shrugged, but suddenly stopped. He hadn't visited the mall. Someone else was having fun.

HIS fun.

David scratched his forehead - the one, who had destroyed or killed something or someone in the mall probably wouldn't be around there anymore.

"Back to the plan - towards the central park!"

David jogged towards the park, leaving the TV watchers behind. A text scrolled on the bottom of the TV screen...

"Something Digging In Central Park - Terrorism?"

 

[Voltaggia]

Steve moved his hands, like he did a thousand times before, and yelled out: "Hadouken!".

Only this time, something actually appeared. The blue orb of energy flashed forward, and dissapeared after it moved a few meters.

He blinked. Then he did it again. And again. And again.

And he smiled.

Five minutes later, he was on the highway, destroying cars. It didn't matter - whatever move from the Street Fighter series he tried - it always worked perfectly. This was going to be interesting.

 

[revolverwolf]

She pointed, her digits mimicking the vague shape of a gun. A can, but a few blocks away. Hardly worth the effort. The thumb moved, sliding the invisible round into the imagined chamber. Aiming, focused on the target, the trigger shifted on the make believe gun. The can exploded, an array of aluminium flying in each direction. A single word escaped the woman's lips. "Wow..." Her hand lowered to her side. She focused elsewhere, the highway to be precise. A man was sending cars flying, each one sent with a different kick, a new punch or an impressive fireball. "So this is how we play?"

 

[terribleyetfun]

Mr.terrible walked down the street popping off random lightning bolts at passer-by causing them to flail like rag dolls and die Mr.terrible eventually passed a T.V shop to see news reports of destruction and chaos with shots of various people committing great acts of power and brutality he saw a man throw a car through a window, a giant hole and a massive blue explosion near the highway he laughed.
"so there are more people like me out there can`t have one of them killing me can we, well I always say the best defense is a good offense" Mr.terrible turned to walk off and find these people but after about walking two blocks he walked up to a giant hole which did`nt seem to have a bottom.
"huh well would you look at that" Mr.terrible said continuing to walk down the street he saw in the distance a squad of police cars coming straight for him he decided to have some fun he charged up his lightning bolt like they did on that amine he saw "dragonball Z" he charged and charged lightning coursing through his hands and as soon as the police cars got close enough he let loose sending small bolts of electricity everywhere ripping apart the cars and shocking all the officers to death he smiled and elevated his walk to a sprint eventually gaining the speed of a freight train and disappearing into the distance

OOC:you happy now.

 

[Bling Cat]

He was falling. The entire depth of the hole he had dug had seemed unreal to him while he was digging. He focused purely on making it deeper, and deciding he was done was a spontaneous decision.

He had climbed the entire height. The sun had greeted his face back to the world of light with a warm touch. Then police officers had shot him. He hadn't been hit, thank god. But he had let go of his handholds, tipping him backwards. And then he had fallen.

The depth of the hole was very real to him now. Any plan that might have involved the pit was now gone, replaced only with his blind fear. Then he hit the ground.

He remembered this feeling. The feeling that something should have happened, but whatever it was, it didn't. The feeling of power. Wait! Power! Of course! His ability to channel kinetic energy, the momentum of things that hit him, or that he hit. He could channel the momentum-​

A body shot up from the hole in the ground with such suddenness and force that the police officers that had gathered in a ring around it, with their vans and tape, were blasted backwards. The alarms went off, tape still attached on one end fluttered in the breeze, and bodies clothed in blue now suddenly had patches of red bloom on their jackets.

He understood.​

The purpose of his powers was to sacrifice his morality. To fight the monsters, he must become one. A single blast of a pistol, demolishing the silence that the blast had created. the bullet found its mark, but rather than pierce the skin of the man, hanging in mid air, it merely stopped at him. Then it shot back at the same velocity it had been launched, hitting the stunned police officer in the chest.

He was ready.

Spoiler: Terribleyetfun

Very, thank you.

 

[Khedive Rex]

They kept saying on the news that a bunch of super-soldier freak-cat daddios were tearing up the city. That didn't really bother Fernando. The city needed tearing. In his opinion anyway.

Lots of people he knew said they lived in the most peaceful place on earth. The most serene. The most beautiful. He knew for a fact those people had never been down town. There are only so many homeless families you can watch being completely ignored in their desperate pleas for dimes before the term "society" looses its meaning. What was that famous old line? "Starved to death in a land of plenty." Yeah. That was some deep shit.

Maybe if a couple all powerful demi-god hipster-cats handed the city its ass, the starving families would see some change. Maybe if all the bureaucrats got a good pounding they'd ease up on taxation and stop giving away park-land to urban developers. Maybe if all the cops had a pound or two of lead put in their lungs they'd stop putting good kids in the slammer for possession with intent to sell.

"Eh ... Maybe."

Fernando took another drag from his cigarette. It was a mixed cigarette. Homemade-like. We'll leave it at that.

"If the olds got to get broken before we can move in the new, than dig it, you can call this funk-cat 'Wrecking Ball.'"

Fernando, no, Wrecking Ball stood up from his overstuffed couch, ran a comb through his afro and matching beard, donned his disco jacket and hit the streets. He knew where he was going. Down town.

A short run found himself winded but feeling alive for the first time in ... two weeks. (He'd done some good shit two weeks ago.) Everything old in this city just sickened him and for the first time in his life he knew what to do about it. It was time to break the walls down and make room for the groovy-cats.

An old woman was walking toward him from across the sidewalk. She seemed to hobble, almost waddle, the strains of age having worn away all that made her viril and potent. Clutching her thick woolen coat tightly about her neck, already covered in what could only be a homemade scarf, she held her purse tightly in one hand and wandered about with a dazzed but determined look.

Their eye's met. Her's were brown and misty but they seemed to have settled on a target. And so she came closer. Her hair was ashen grey and held tightly in a bun. Her nose was big and crooked. Her face was wrinkled and carried the countanace of perpetual annoyance.

"Excuse me, young man. Could you help an old lady find her way to the center of the city? My Grandchildren would ussually drive me but they've fled because of all the tomfoolery. I'd like to see what's happening for myself but I don't know the way to the center of the city."

"Yeah sure ya old broad. But first, what you got in that purse?"

"You respect your elders sonny! I keep my cats in my purse. I couldn't go anywhere without Mrs. Fluffkins."

"Ya ya sure." Wreaking Ball said snatching the purse from the lady's grasp. He laughed at her shortly and took off at a leisurely jog down the street. He really was a funky-fresh rebel-cat.

He stopped, however, when he felt a polished steel paw push through his abdomen and peirce the lining of his stomach. Small, razor claws scratched at his insides before eventually severing the muscles that moved his legs. Wreaking Ball fell in a heap on the pavement cracking his skull and blurring the world. He felt the paw retract though, replaced by the burn of liberated stomach acid.

Wreaking Ball heard a soft 'meow'. Saw a blurry silver cat lick something red off it's paw. Felt another three or four small animals wander on top of his dying body. Smelled something that was eerily similar to his own vomit.

In his dying moments Wreaking Ball was aware of one thing. He knew something without a shadow of a doubt; these were not Hipster-cats. They were not Funk-cats. They were not Groovy-cats. They were Lethal-living-weapon-cats. And this cool-cat, was no more.
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Estel hobbled over to where the ruffian had dropped her purse. She crooned to her children to get back into the bag. "Here, Mrs. Fluffkins. Did that bad man hurt you? Did he? Di-ey-hurr-yoo? No! No he-dida. Who's a good cat. YoOO! Yes you are!"

Mrs. Fluffkins wandered back into her pouch and Estel set out again, clutching her coat tightly about her. Those young brutes were tearing up the city. The sooner someone got rid of them the sooner her Grandchildren would come back home.

Besides, if someone didn't teach them a lesson they'd grow up spoiled. Sometimes, you got to beat a little sense into people. She assumed that was why she had been given her powers. When you have demi-god children, you've got to have a demi-god matron to keep them off the grass.

"Now. Where are those hooligans again? The news keeps interupting my favorite shows and, Mary-mother-of-Joseph, they're going to pay."

Estel set off. It was time to save the city.

 

[Voltaggia]

A couple of policemen came. That didn't bother Steve - dodging the bullets was as easy as thinking of it, and when they'd go to meelee he'd parry every blow they struck at him. It was fun - he was lightspeed, and he seemed to be able to use any moves of any character - Zangief, Akuma, Chun - Li, Oro... everything from his favorite arcade. Anything would work. Helicopter kicks, uppercuts, grabs, throws - all those were in his arsenal. Using these was instinctive - he only had to think of them to use them. After that, he only had to let go - his body would do the rest of it.

That's when he used Hugo's Hammer Mountain on one of the policemen. And the highway collapsed.

 

[PandarenBa]

David had loosened his tie, dropping it on the street while still jogging towards the park. He slowed down. Smoking bodies littered the road, still twitching. He unbuttoned his shirt, giving the tender wind a chance to soothe his body and kicked his shoes off, giving them to a sleeping hobo on the street.

Suddenly an explosion shook the earth. David concentrated... and just knew, that something had destroyed the highway. He shook his head.

"I guess you're the one stealing all my fu-"

David staggered from another blast nearby and quickly turned around, only to see an officer falling down, blood gushing from his chest. Something- no, someone came out of the hole on the street. The police vans surrounding the hole had fallen over, screeching out the usual tone of emergency, police officers were laying down, not moving. David stood up, looking at the figure.

"Holy shiz, there's more than one who got the same powers as I did?!"

David stepped closer.

 

[Lothae]

Martin Holme, head detective for the U.C.P.D., woke up with a start as a subordinate officer screaming enquiries into his cell phone burst into Martin's office, knocking his dark blue sunglasses off their perch on the bridge of his nose.

"DEARGODSIRITSAF#*#INGMASSACREWEVELOST10UNITSALREADYWENEEDSUPPORTONTHIRDSTREETOHGODMYSPINE *click* kshhhhhh" he heard dimly from the cell on speakerphone, the officer standing ashen-faced as he realized the cell phone tower must have been destroyed.

?Sir, I t-t-t-think you need to see this" the officer, who Martin dimly remembered as being called Joe, stammered as he reached for the T.V. remote on Holme's desk.

"Jesus Joe, it's ten past one in the f*@)ing afternoon, how many times have I told you not to bother me during my afternoon nap. The only reason I'm still listening is because of that cell phone, & you have five seconds to convince me that wasn't some prank you jokers made up for April Fool's." Martin said quietly, pushing back his mid-length black hair flecked with ash-gray & trying to get over his pounding headache.

In response Joe just turned on the T.V. Martin?s face drained of color, turning as white as snow as he saw buildings tumble, officers flung about like rag dolls & some superhuman? people flying about causing all this devastation.

?How many men have we lost??? he asked Joe, his voice strangely calm.

?As far as I can tell sir we m-m-might be the o-o-only station left?? Joe managed to stutter out before a Prius flew threw the office directly in front of Martin, swiping the poor man off of his feet and mashing him into the wall.

?JESUS F*#@!? Martin stood up. He reached into his trench coat pocket, shakily pulling out a hip flask, and took a swig of brandy. Pulling his lighter & cigar off his desk he attempted to light it, but shook so much he accidentally touched the flame to his hand.

It went up in flame as if it was made of gasoline. He poked at it with his other hand, and it ignited as well. Trying to pick up his gun he was startled to find that they were both completely made of flame - his hands just enveloped the gun.

?Huh. That?s new.?

Holme took another swig of brandy and walked out of the new hole in his office wall. Setting his sunglasses back on his face to guard his eyes from the blazing sun, he decided to go find those who had killed so many of his men, and make them pay.

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((Interesting story you've got here, think I'll join in . Don't worry, Martin's got some more tricks up his trench coat sleeve.))

 

[Voltaggia]

Steve looked around. Dead people, chunks of highway, burning cars. That wasn't how it was on the arcade. Those were real people. And they were really dead. They had sons, fathers, siblings. On the arcade, after the fight was over, nothing happened. The fighters were then next time he inserted a coin.

Someone must have seen that. Someone must have filmed that. There were other explosions heard in the distance. There were others who could do awesome stuff - and most of them would think before using them. Some of them would come after Steve.

He sat on the rubble, and began to think what he'd do now.

 

[revolverwolf]

"You! Over there." Steve had heard and faced the source of the voice. Cath was standing far away, imaginary gun once again in hand, pointed towards the man. Steve turned his head, to see the woman, and began to speak, trying first to figure out why she was bothering him, secondly to find out what she was doing. "And you are?"

"Catherine." She paused, keeping the gun trained on his torso. "I assume you caused this horror."

"Well, aren't you the perfect detective?" Steve stood up, permitting a sigh. The woman seemed like no threat. "And you are here to?"

"To stop you destroying the highway. It seems I'm a little too late. But I can stop you before you end up doing this again."

"Really?" He began walking towards her. "And how would you d..." A car behind him exploded as she mimicked the trigger being pulled. He turned around, looking to the burning wreck, mouth agape. So she is a threat...

"I don't miss twice."

 

[Voltaggia]

((wait, what? Are you godmodding my character? Don't do that...))

Steve turned to the source of the explosion. The woman in front of him was CLEARLY capable of doing stuff he wasn't. He turned towards her, ready to fight if he needed to. From what he managed to notice, the hand was a gun. But the gun can't point everywhere.

"Quickly. Down, forward , down-forward" he thought. "Dhalism's teleport". He smiled as he reappeared behind the woman. "Forward, down, down-forward, punch," he thought again. "SHORYUKEN!"

 

[revolverwolf]

(Ah, sorry. I just wanted to get the fight started rather than waiting as we each had to post each part of the conversation. I won't do it again.)

Cath hadn't expected teleportation. And she expected a move from a game even less. The shoryuken hit, sending Cath flying forwards, colliding with the ground with a lot less force than usual. Perhaps a side-effect from the power she had gained. She returned to her feet, pointing a finger again at the man. He could try another teleport. He would be in pieces before he uttered the last syllable this time. If only she had played Street Fighter more she could have had some idea of which move might come next.

(Perhaps when you use a move, you could vaguely describe it for me. Solves my problem of having to check every move.)

 

[Voltaggia]

Steve dropped down, rolled into a ball, and sprung up right before he hit the woman. "Down down-forward forward, down down-forward forward, kick", while keeping his eyes closed. He did not want to know whether she moved or if he hit.

((every single move I'm going to use is from SF3 3rd strike, the only game for which I know all combos by heart ))