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Post by Necros on Aug 6, 2008 22:23:45 GMT
Ah, there. His little "slip-up" revealing that some of his powers were telepathic in nature had boosted her suspicion and and returned her body to its tensed position. Of course, he had determined what she was thinking using his empathic powers, not telepathic ones. The result was the same, but the manner in which he could achieve it differed greatly depending on which ability he used. Yet another fact about him that she did not need to know yet, if at all. He continued to examine her mind. It was extraordinarily quick and actually had a healthy dose of logic and intelligence mixed in. Yes, she could prove useful. No matter what he said to make her uneasy, he knew she would help him, as long as she benefitted from the results of their work. Another flash of clear thought. She means to investigate the nature of my powers. It is unfortunate for her that mine are not quite like anything any database on this planet will find. Necros's powers were unlike any on Earth. Even the ones he shared with other superpowered people, such as telepathy and empathy, were unique, sometimes in obvious ways, while other times the differences were nearly nonexistent. Still, it was small things like that that made him ever more dangerous.
"I care. It makes me human.”
Now it was Necros's turn to resist rolling his eyes. "Please. As if I hadn't heard that enough from glimpses of movies and other such trivial nonsense. Though I must express my relief that you did not make a speech out of it." He knew what she meant by saying it. It didn't concern him. "I care about many things Red X. That does not make me human." And though the thought would never occur to her, one of those things was a person. And he actually cared about her the way his response implied. As his friend, someone to watch out for and help, no matter what he had done to her. Getting back to the matter at hand though; Red X was human, and that could pose a problem. If she was the kind of person he felt she was though, it wouldn't matter. Necros's main goal was to wipe out the human race, because of their general mindset and overall way the functioned as a species. But there were a few, precious few, who were more like him. Achema, who had once been human, Martyr, who was still human but saw her kind as he did, and now Red X, who shared his attitude on many things, even if she didn't know it. These were the ones he was willing to allow to live, especially if they helped him with his plans. The deaths of the young were distasteful, but necessary. Most of them were corrupted soon after birth anyway, and he could not afford to wait and see which ones would turn out like one of his allies. If he did, there would be no point in finishing off the humans anyway, except perhaps in righteous anger for their destruction of an entire planet. Their planet. How stupid could you get?
Her reaction was instantaneuos, but his response was even quicker. His empathic powers, which had been honed over years, allowed him to avoid the attack with little effort. Of course, he didn't know how long it had been; until recently he thought he was only fifteen years old, but Nevermore had said otherwise, and his words had possessed the ring of truth. It still remained to be seen exactly how old though. His amnesia, or whatever it was, prevented him from even guessing whether it was another five years or five hundred. And Necros never guessed. By the time her foot reached where he had been standing, he was gone, having teleported a few feet back. The red and silver glows faded as he reappeared. Out of the darkness, which his scarlet eyes pierced clearly, came another whirring red x. He didn't move; it wasn't aimed at him. Nevermore shrieked in fury as the object wrapped itself around his small body, immobilizing him: no one had ever dared to touch him before, directly or indirectly. Not even Zethis.
Without warning, Nevermore's bonds fell apart and he took flight, wheeling above the two combatants, his obsidian eyes boring into Red X murderously. The shadows that had cut him free, returned, unseen, to their rightful place in which the laws of nature and physics had placed them, unseen by Red X. Instead of circling her, Necros stood still, his stance relaxed. One would almost think that he either didn't know what had happened, or didn't care, but for his glowing eyes and the aura wrapped around his body, which were now constant. The shadows on the rooftop darted this way and that, their movements always concealed by their fellows, the ones Necros left in place for precisely that reason. They pushed at her, shoved her, methodically forcing her closer to the edge of the roof, as if he meant to push her off. It wouldn't work, of course. For one thing, he wan't really trying to kill her, and for another, he wasn't putting that much effort into it. It would be a simple matter for her to escape this situation. The amusing thing was that she would have no idea what was going on, only that he was responsible for whatever it was. It was too dark for her to really see anything, and even if the suit possessed night vision, it wouldn't help. Because it was the darkness itself that was attacking her. The fact that she had to worry about something she could not see would, even if only subconsciously, make her nervous and awaken the primal fear present in all humans, fear of the dark and the unkown, and the horrors they contained.
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Post by Red X on Aug 7, 2008 2:06:32 GMT
See, there was the problem. All metahumans, aliens, super-powered people thought they were so special. That their powers were different from the other freaks and punks out there. Not that there was some truth to that, but facts were facts: our dimension, our universe, only allowed certain things to happen. There were rules to abide, and they always were abided. Some could be bent or pushed against, but if the rules broke entirely, the universe would cease to exist as we know it. Even Zatanna knew that, not that Red X liked Zatanna in anyway, but she at least attempted to explain magic to people. Best person, too, since she was probably the most powerful witch…ever. Basically, it came down to what science knew: you can’t create or destroy matter. You can change it any way you like, and even if you do managed to whip some up, it’ll disappear pretty quickly. There were rules. There were bounderies. The world would cease to exist without them, or at least how we knew it. She was just tired of people thinking that they were some all-powerful God or something. News flash: even the Gods weren’t that powerful, especially when they kept making random people into Gods. The only thing that doubted her belief in any way were the Endless rumors, but they were just rumors. It wasn’t as if anyone had seen one, well, at least until you died, and the rest were raving lunatics.
"Please. As if I hadn't heard that enough from glimpses of movies and other such trivial nonsense. Though I must express my relief that you did not make a speech out of it. I care about many things Red X. That does not make me human." She gave a nod at his relief, but didn’t say anything else. She meant caring about humans, but apparently he knew what she meant, if he truly had paid attention to ‘such trivial nonsense’. She did care about humans. At least most of them. Or some of them. She thought about it a little deeper. She cared about people she liked, or, as corny as it sounded, got a good vibe from. Even if there was a lot of pity in that vibe, as there was with super chick down there, they generally ended up being pretty good people. At the very least, useful. There were naturally people she thought should rot in hell for eternity. But wiping out all of humanity…no, she wasn’t exactly on board for that. Unless she could weed out the strong ones and build a useful race, like Darwinian Selection on steroids. A science project on a crack. And she was just insane enough maybe to try. It would have to be a stage-thing, like those old pyramid programs of success in the 90’s. First kill the obvious people: murders, molesters, and just keep going down the chain. It would probably frightfully easy, so she never really let herself focus on it, and this was no exception.
This was getting more annoying than anything else. The bird broke through the bonds, the guy dodged her kicks and her x’s, and now shadows were attacking her. She did admit, though, they were quite different from Raven’s shadows. Mainly because her shadows weren’t shadows, they were her energy, which happened to be black. Like the green-lantern rings, and Argent’s red beams. These shadows were actual shadows, only allowed from their place for a certain piece of time. Her mind quickly put this together as her mask failed to see them, but in all honesty, terror was the farthest thing from her mind. Her annoyance began to wane gently, finding something new, gracefully flipping and dodging out of the dark grasps. She just closed her eyes, and let her instincts take over. The xenothium was pulsing through the suit, her skin tickling with increased sensitivity, her ears listening to ear raindrop hitting the ground, let alone the rooftop. Her vision was enhanced too, but it was unneeded, and it was more enjoyable without it. The more time she spent in the suit, the more xenothium leaked into her system, and the better she got.
The thing was, she didn’t mind heading towards the edge. Nope. All of this was oddly scerene. Her hate of magic still simmered inside her, it was something she just couldn’t capture, replicate, have for herself-that was probably the main reason. She couldn’t study it and become better at it, she couldn’t practice it, or at least she hadn’t found any working way. But these shadows they were, if not repetitive, predictable. Everything was, if you could figure out how. She kept her eyes shut, sensing the edge, and with one final flip and an elegant arch, began falling off the roof. She gave a two-fingered salute, her other hand pressing down on the cloaking mechanism. She disappeared without a trace-she had modified the thing so even Cyborg’s eye couldn’t find her, one of the first things she had done with the suit. There were a lot of things Robin could have done, or perhaps he just underestimated his team. Such as cloak the weapons, it wasn’t that hard, at least for her. She threw up a couple flash-bombs by feel, knowing her suit inside and out, unable to watch them go over the top. She did watch the violent flash, blinding her even through her mask and closed eyes, and she twisted around, landing on the wet ground with ease. She crouched for half a heartbeat.
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Post by Necros on Aug 7, 2008 9:08:15 GMT
A quiet sigh whispered past Necros's lips as he observed the new emotions that entered Red X's mind, and deduced what she was thinking from them. It had become a habit long ago. He didn't even have to work on it. As he continued to annoy her with the shadow's antics, he said flatly, "I understand that you think I'm arrogant. I have dealt with that type of person. I sympathize. However, I am not like that. Believe me, my confidence in my abilities is well-founded." He also sensed flashes of resentment once in a while, but they weren't directed at him personally. Keeping up his mild pestering, he paid the feeling more attention, and realized it was an aspect about him toward which her rancor was directed. His abilities. She realized what he was doing had something to do with darkness, though she had no idea what the true nature of it was. She lumped the ability into a class of much more general skills: Magic. While it was true that he did have a natural talent for spells and the like, he preferred to stick with shadowmancing, telepathy, and empathy. Magic was useful for imbuing objects with certain properties and altering something a bit, but Necros didn't use it for much else.
He watched as she began dodging the shoves that the darkness was giving her, but still allowed herself to be nudged toward the edge of the roof as she danced away from them. From her movements and flashes of emotion, he knew what she was going to do next. Very well. Her movements grew more graceful by the second as she slipped into the routine of what she did best, like a swimmer adjusting to the water's temperature. Abruptly, on the very edge of the building, Red X turned, gave a two-fingered salute, and proceeded to jump off the roof, disappearing as she did. Did she think that would work? He didn't need to see her to find her. His telepathy wouldn't work here, though she had no way of knowing that. Her feelings beckoned him like dark, private room. There was no way she could stop feeling unless she died, which meant he could track her with ease.
He was about to go after her when a couple of bright flashes blasted into existence. The suffocating darkness only served to make them seem brighter. Necros clenched his teeth and swiftly pulled down his hood, protecting his eyes from the worst of the light, but he still had to wait a bit longer than an ordinary person before he stopped seeing random spots of color and the world didn't seem to be depicted in still frames. He teleported, materializing almost directly below where she would land if she allowed herself to fall straight down. He glanced to the side and saw the first girl still huddled near the street. Her wounds seemed to be healing abnormally fast. He returned his attention to the seemingly empty space in front of him as he heard a shuk and knew that Red X had landed. He whispered, just suiet enough so that the other girl would not hear his words. She was conscious, if only just. "It is very impolite to leave in the middle of a conversation."
((Hopefully she'll just attack him again; it's not exactly a fight yet. Also, just so you know, Necros's strength, (of the shadowmancing kind) increases with the amount of darkness present. Taking this into account, right now he's extremely dangerous, and there is little chance Red X can beat him. I shall try not to godmod though. Also, for reasons I can't reveal yet, because otherwise it would ruin my plot for Necros, he is unable to live up to his full potential right now. He could at one point, but now, for reasons I again can't reveal, he can't. His power now, which is quite formidable, is not even a third of what he will have once he regains his total strength.))
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Post by Red X on Aug 8, 2008 18:18:33 GMT
"I understand that you think I'm arrogant. I have dealt with that type of person. I sympathize. However, I am not like that. Believe me, my confidence in my abilities is well-founded." She didn’t respond, although believing him. Her mind broke down various terms for his powers-shadowmancer did flicker through her head, but too the literal ancient Greek it meant ‘divination’ or ‘prophesy’. He seemed to be doing a bit more than predicting, but the English language always was pretty liberal with their roots. In all honestly, he couldn’t help reminding her of Dr. Light, even if it was just part of her trying to calm her edgy nerves. But without the bad puns, and long before Raven beat the stuffing out of him (although the ‘going under Raven’s cloak’ had given him a well deserved high-five) he honestly was pretty scary before he went panic-y. She even briefly debated whether he’d be helpful with all that light, he was pretty strong, if he got over his fear of the dark. Clearly, that wouldn’t do any good whatsoever here, and she bit her lip to keep herself from laughing out at the thought. At least Raven always tried not to be scary. He’d wet himself just at the sight of Necros, and she’d be the first to put the pics on the ‘net. Blackmailing him wasn’t even imaginable, what could she possibly want him to do for her anyway? Humiliation was always so entertaining.
"It is very impolite to leave in the middle of a conversation." Her half a heartbeat was up, but she hadn’t bothered listening to what he said. She was tired of him predicting her moves-although the flash bombs seemed to have gotten to him. So she was going to use that again him, she was rather talented at figuring how that worked. In all honesty, she didn’t think how she would do it. The suit did. It knew what needed to be done, for its host’s survival and its own, and did it. A sudden shock of pain rush through her, clouding her mind and senses, forcing her to cry out of surprise. Her limbs were jittery from the electric shock, just increasing the pain, her mind darting around between thoughts of ‘what the hell?!’ to much more vulgar ones, underneath the pain. It didn’t stop, either, the pain ripping through her again as she jumped back. She honestly wasn’t sure what was going on, or why her loyal suit felt like it was going to kill her-it wasn’t, or she’d be dead now, and she really didn’t like the thought that it could-but it was causing her a hell of a lot of pain. She needed distance between her and Necros, physical at least helped somewhat, and she pressed herself against one of the walls of the alley.
Another jarring shock when through her, and she hadn’t yelled after that one moment of surprise, her mind about to pull together what was happening. The suit didn’t let her, a burning shock hitting her face, as if the mask was fusing into the flesh on her face. That knocked her completely away from the edge of finding out what going on. Her hands pressed against the wall, and felt something metal. The pain clouding her thoughts, she was able to scramble together what it was and what she needed to do. Or the suit to do, anyway. She ripped open the metal, the lock nothing to her, her hand darting into the wires and volts. Another shock of pain went through her, and not that she could say she was getting used to it, she had never complained, even if she was confused and swore it out. She reconnected wires, the suit guiding her mostly. She had one advantage: she knew how to use her surroundings. Lights blinded her, and she could have possibly smiled.
The beauty of search lights. Especially carbon-arch ones, which she could tell embarrassingly easily, her eyes shut tight behind the mask, utterly blinded even as the mask shut down and attempted to protect her sensitive eyes. 470 million candles, burning out around them, it should have hurt, but the shocks had been much more targeted and direct.
((Honestly, fighting starts to bore me after a bit, and quite clearly I’m awful at them. xD With Necros being as powerful as you say, and I appreciate you trying not to godmod with it, too. Since Necros isn’t that powerful yet (as in comparison to full strength) Red X should have a pretty good chance at at least a stalemate, especially with her previous records against multiple villains and heroes at once. Perhaps there should be a ratio of hits-usually when I end up doing fight scenes, there’s a 3 to 1 hit ratio, you get hit at least once for every three attempts, clearly I have no idea what I’m doing. =D))
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Post by Necros on Aug 11, 2008 0:10:21 GMT
Shock, bewilderment, and pain coursed through her mind like electric currents, quite similar to the ones the suit was sending through her body. But he didn't know that was what was happening. Well, not exactly. The pain made her feelings too indistinct, but he knew the suit was doing something, and that the very pain that didn't allow him to know what it was was some sort of by-product or side-effect of the process. Since this wasn't a serious battle, not for him anyway, he merely watched what was happening to her with detachment, waiting to see if she would be able to regain control of herself and what she would do when she did. That turned out to be a mistake. Because the pain running through her mind and body were so great, her emotions were too clouded for him to discern anything more than that the suit seemed to be acting on its own, and it had a plan. His eyes cut through the darkness easily, and saw where she was headed. He glanced around, and realized what she was about to do, and realized he wouldn't be able to react in time to stop her. Or to stop the initial blast of agony.
The light blasted across his vision, blinding him utterly as he staggered, his knees almost buckling. This was worse than anything Conflict would have been able create. At first it seemed his iris' were growing larger, the red spreading across the whites of his eyes; until the crimson started to seep out of the corners of his eyes as he slammed them shut, trickling down his bone-white cheeks. Because of the strange fog surrounding Achema's mind, and because he had respected her enough not to probe her thoughts, he had not understood the true depth of the torment she had experienced when Conflict had set off his sphere of light right in front of her face. Seeing as his eyes weren't as sensitive as hers, but this light was more powerful than what that stupid boy had unleashed, it was safe to conclude that this was approximately the same level of pain she had endured. It hurt like Hell.
The blood still dripping down his cheeks and jaw from under his closed eyelids, Necros moved forward at a steady pace, no cry escaping his lips to allow Red X know how much pain was burning through his forehead. If a human felt anything like this, they would have passed out from the migraine it induced. The only thing he knew the location of was her, because of his powers. But inanimate objects don't have feelings, so he couldn't tell where the wires supplying the lights with power were in order to sever them. Fortunately, he had a second pair of eyes. ~Forward a bit, and to your right, advised Nevermore, who had been watching events unfold from where he hovered in the threatening sky. Summoning forth a tendril of shadow, Necros sent the seemingly insubstantial appendage toward Red X to fling her against the side of the nearest building with bone-cracking force. Keeping track of Red X with his mind, he made his way over to the metal box with help from Nevermore and demolished the entire wiring system inside it with a couple of swift, knife-sharp scraps of darkness. In addition to instantly cutting off the search light's power, this effectively removed the flow of electrical energy to all buildings within the entire city block surrounding their location. As if he cared. Actually, he would enjoy the fact that this would just add to the grievances of some of the humans' lives. Not to mention the added darkness that would last until it was repaired.
The literally blinding pain lessened very slightly. There was no longer a continuous stream of agony flowing from the lights to his eyes, but that which had already reached his optic nerves would take a long time to leak out. It would be hours, perhaps days, before his eyes healed completely. In addition to not having Achema's heightened senses, he also healed much slower than she did, though still considerably faster than a normal human. He turned and began to stalk toward Red X. He wasn't going to kill her; that would render this entire meeting pointless. But he had no problem with beating her to within an inch of her life.
((Since this your first fight on this site, we can cut it short. If it's okay with you, I'd like to have Necros pound on her a bit in my next post, then basically say something along the lines of; "This is what happens when you piss me off. Don't do it again."))
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Post by Red X on Aug 13, 2008 1:54:30 GMT
The pain was subsiding. She was out of immediate danger, or so the suit thought. No more electric currents were charging through her system. Her body was already numbing the pain away, even as the lights blinded her through the mask. That was alright-light was safe, it was warm. Alright, more like scalding, even under the layer of suit. It was protection, and the pain it gave was nothing in comparison to what the suit was giving out before. She was grateful, and it almost made her relax. She took deep breaths against the wall, her pounding head numbing out, her lips twitching under her mask. She felt the eye parts change and filter against her closed eyelids. She finally opened green-brown eyes, eventually able to see even from the blazing light. She couldn’t help glowing with the success of her plan. Well, somewhat her plan, her and the suit’s plan. She couldn’t help but give it credit, but also couldn’t help but try and claim it as her own since it was a suit, something that was inanimate. Or had been, at one point.
His eyes, however, quickly snatched away her glow. Her eyes locked to his, her fear as strong as the lights and her curiosity even stronger. The blood spreading through his eyes, tearing down his cheeks, a morbid beauty on his dark face, something that should have probably repulsed her utterly but didn’t in the slightest. It was fascinating and captivating, and she watched him close them, feeling as if they should be in a photo-shopped picture with dramatic lighting. Dramatic shadows and all that, instead of blinding lights, although the splattering rain was quite a nice effect as well. However, all those erratic, emotional, artistic, and probably slightly delusional thoughts quickly flew from her mind as he began to move forward. He was in pain. A hell of at lot of pain-her women’s intuition and empathy wasn’t on the fritz, even if she was in pain and disguised as a man, no one couldn’t be after that burning light. Not that she understood exactly how much he was in, of course, but she couldn’t help having some satisfaction in it.
And then she was flung against the wall. She hadn’t been expecting that-he had been avoiding hitting her directly, she could definitely tell that. She really must have flipped some switch, or pushed some button. She had always been good at that, in every sense of the phrase, even if it tended to be unintentional on occasion. Her head curled forward, her body tensing, softening the impact on instinct even with the surprise. The wind knocked out of her, leaving her gasping, and she sunk to the wet ground, only able to tell from how she slid on contact and laid on the ground. She let out a laugh, a triumphant sound, her eyes wide and darting back over to him. It was a mad sound, but the mask changed it to something less crazy, more mocking, but her ears heard the real sound. But she had done it! She had gotten to him! She hadn’t thought she had cared before, not in the slightest, but a part of her did. It was such a deep accomplishment, to have brought this man down to an emotional level-of pain and rage, if only under the surface.
The light flashed off. Her laugh slowly died, but a grin still clung to her face. Her sides burned, something inside was probably broken or fractured, in her attempt to move. Fear began to creep into her, the darkness deeper than before, stretching around for miles. Her grin faded away and she pushed herself onto hands and knees, turning her face to see him. His eyes were still closed, and her eyes darted to the cursed bird flying overhead, illuminated by a flash of lightning. Thunder roared and rain dripped down her costume, off her mask. Her heart fluttered light a hummingbird and she twitched her lips, suddenly able to see him so very clearly. Still, she kept her face tilted up towards him, chin jutted forward. She had brought this onto herself, and she wasn’t expecting any hero to come and save her. She’d take that satisfaction, and whatever pain that came with it. She’d fight, even if she was clearly outmatched. Just bring it on.
((That sounds good, and thanks! I looked around for any fighting rules/guidelines/tips on the site, and I didn’t find any. Do you have any, should some be put up, how long do fights go on for anyhow?))
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Post by Necros on Aug 13, 2008 4:51:43 GMT
Her pain had begun to subside soon after the lights had been turned on, and he could sense her relief as well. He could hear her breathing deeply as she slumped against a nearby wall, letting her guard down. Which meant it was her turn to pay for a mistake. He felt her eyes on him, and her emotions abruptly switched from relief and excitement to curiosity and a prominent sense of fear. That's better. She has begun to realize how dangerous I am. There was another sensation underlying her more dominant emotions. Due to his haze of pain, it took him a few moments to identify it, and even then he wasn't sure he was correct. It was just too ridiculous. Attraction? Perhaps not exactly, but it was something similar. Perhaps a twisted version of fascination. Regardless of the true nature of this particular emotion, as of right now, it held no consequence. And then her pain returned in full force, blocking out everything else, as she was hurled against the wall.
He heard her gasping as she struggled to suck oxygen back into her lungs, her breath having been ejected from her body as she collided with the wall. But beneath the pain, there was a sense of satisfaction, of accomplishment. She had succeeded in provoking a reaction from him, and that pleased her. But she didn't know what that meant. She was just fortunate that she had the potential to be useful to him, or he would have tortured and killed her right there. As it was, he wasn't necessarily going to hold out on the torture. Ok, maybe the emotional and psychological aspects. But pain? Bone-cracking, mind-numbing, feel-like-you're-going-to-puke-your-guts-out pain? Yes, he could do that. Her laugh echoed off the surrounding buildings, reverberating around them, voicing her supposed triumph. But his powers revealed the true nature of the sound to him, and he detected the slightly mad note to it. Perhaps she was a bit unhinged. Of course, most would say the same about him.
He continued to stalk toward her, taking his time as he felt her fear grow. But there was still determination and resolve mixed in, and he approved. This could work out nicely. He just needed to send the proper message. His eyes were still closed, which lessened the pain by a minuscule amount. When he was directly in front of, her crouched so they were face-to-face, seeing as she was still on her hands and knees. He looked at where he knew her masked face would be, saying nothing. He remained in that position for mere seconds, but the tension made it feel like they could have remained that way forever. Then he reached forward, his gloved hand stretching toward her for his slender fingers to curl over her left upper arm, to throw her over his shoulder. He turned around to face where she would land. The blood near his eyes was lit up by the scarlet light leaking from underneath their lids, giving it the appearance of veins of shining ruby spider-webbing across his cheeks. He didn't move, just using his telekinesis to wreak havoc on the area. Everything that wasn't bolted down, and some things that were, heeded his call and readied themselves to obey his orders. A lamp post wrenched itself from the sidewalk, sprinkling flakes of concrete across the ground, and swung at her like a baseball player's bat while objects like shards of glass and dumpsters raced at her.
He began to speak, his voice hissing through the roar of thunder and the clashing screeches of metal on cement as his weapons did their work like a striking adder. "I respect you Red X. I need you to respect me." A drawn out shriek, and another lamp post tore itself free and shot toward her, burying itself in the side of a brick building and sticking out halfway like some absurd bone. "This is not the method I would have initially chosen, but I have deemed it appropriate, considering the circumstances." The first lamp post was now acting as a flyswatter, leaving cracked indentations in the ground as the tip of it pounded at their feet. "In time, you will come to understand me. For now, it is sufficient to say that I am not easily aggravated." He paused, and ceased using his telekinesis. "That does not mean you should attempt to provoke me." Tendrils of shadow came into being from the darkness engulfing them, twisting through the air. They writhed there for a moment, then shot toward her, one aiming to seize her and throw her into the air. The others would repeat the motion, catching her and then releasing her the instant they did, throwing her around like a couple of bullies keeping another kid's backpack away from him. They acted with incredible speed and force, coming just shy of the necessary motions that could snap her neck. Again, killing her would be pointless.
Finally, all but one of the tendrils collapsed back into their rightful places. The last one broke into four small blobs before dissipating. The blobs formed themselves into manacles of a sort, swooping forward to pin Red X against a wall about ten feet above ground level. Necros levitated up to face her again, his eyes still shut. "Behaving antagonistically toward me would be most unwise. I would prefer it if we could be allies, but the choice remains yours. I will seek you out after you have had time to reach a decision." The bonds constructed to hold her vanished, and he flew toward his house, disappearing from her line of vision swiftly, but going slow enough for Nevermore to keep up. ~A satisfactory night's work? ~Of course.[/i]
((Notice how I left all of my attacks open-ended. I just stated what they would do if they worked, but never actually said they did. Of course, taking into account our agreement, you should let some of them hit you. You can go ahead and avoid the projectiles and first few shadow tendrils, but she should get caught and beaten up eventually, so the way he delivers his offer at the end makes sense.))
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Post by Red X on Aug 13, 2008 16:32:08 GMT
As he faced her, she had thought her heart couldn’t go faster. Still, it went from a hummingbird to a hummingbird on speed. With fear, of course, but with also eager excitement. She knew this was going to hurt. She had no idea how much, but it was new. Different. This guy meant business, not the Slade business. That had just been silly-take over the city. That was just a bunch of work. Who wants to bother organizing and just having to deal with all those people? Sure, there was power, but there were other sorts of power. This guy, clearly, was an example of that. Of power not dependant on other people, just the stuff she had always been interested in. She kept her eyes glued to his closed lids, the tension sending her blood rushing faster, excitement and exhileration caught in her chest. It was forever in a moment.
Her heart stopped as he touched her arm, freezing cold even though the suit and layer of padding. And he said he wasn’t going to play emotional and mind games, not that she knew that. As if emotions weren’t enough of a disadvantaged against this opponent. The grip tightening and she barely had enough time to let a curse run through her head, soaring through the air, and not in the usual pleasant way. She let out a painful grunt as she twisted in the air, aggravating a broken rib, landing on her feet. Wait, no, it couldn’t be broken. She shouldn’t have been able to pull that off if it was. Sure hurt, though, perhaps only bruised. She was crouched down, her head whipping back out, taking in the red glow of his eyes and trying not to think of how pretty that was. She was clearly going insane. It was going to happen eventually, how could it not, running around as a masked thief at night, changing genders like clothing, shooting up with radioactive materials.
Oh frick frick frick frick frick. Her mind’s thoughts were pretty much unilateral, watching the objects start to fling at her. She really hated telekinetic people. She jumped and twisted, pulling out a steel bo-staff to help deflect, avoiding the worst of it, biting her lip as glass and metal ripped at her skin. Ew. Lockjaw. She almost laughed again at that thought-in all this chaos, with dumpsters racing at her (which she jumped on and into, avoiding a swinging lamp post) she was afraid of something she could get from a prick of a needle. She really was going mad, but among everything else, there probably wasn’t much of a better time. She tended to avoid everything else that should push her over the edge, perhaps her time had just run out. Oh well. Not that she could do anything about it now.
"I respect you Red X. I need you to respect me." She winced, distracted, hit by a lamppost and flung back in to the wall. Her head knocked back, stars fluttering. Wow. He really wasn’t much of a telepath if he couldn’t tell she had a hell of a lot of respect for him. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have bothered, wouldn’t have stuck around this long. "This is not the method I would have initially chosen, but I have deemed it appropriate, considering the circumstances." That surprised her. She pushed away from the wall, twisting and springing away from the flyswatter, not making any move to show she was listening to him, although she entirely was. Alright, Fighting in the first place had entirely been her fault. Still, she clearly wasn’t giving one word of complaint. "In time, you will come to understand me. For now, it is sufficient to say that I am not easily aggravated." Haha. But she had done it. Score. She stood up straight on steady legs, no matter how sore and weak she found on inside. "That does not mean you should attempt to provoke me." Clearly, she was learning that. Her eyes darted to the shadows, and her spoken swear was cut off, wrapping around her and throwing her into the air.
Her fear had been subsiding. She had been avoiding the attacks pretty well, at least in her opinion. Yes, she was cut and bloody. Yes, she was bruised and sore. But she was still standing and fighting. Even if her head pounded, and the world was spinning around her-literally as she fell back into the shadows. Even as the suit flashed warnings in front of her eyes, prettying much saying ‘why the hell are you still here, you stupid hoe?’. She twisted and avoided the best she could, but she wasn’t the Flash. She heard something snap, but didn’t let herself focus on what it was, her neck whipping around in the darkness. There wasn’t anything she could do against this, she knew, and also she could do was stiffen her lip and keep conscious as pain snapped her senses. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she let out the minimum amount of painful cries.
It stopped. She was falling to the ground, nothing below to catch her. She had always been used to that. She waited to hit the hard concrete, soft as a pillow compared to shadows, but that didn’t happen. Shadows bit at her legs and wrists once again, slamming her back into the wall. Oh, now this she did not like. Keep throwing her around all you want, but just don’t…pin her anywhere. She didn’t like being forced still, fear snapping back into her as she struggled against the bonds. She had to move. She had to do something. She couldn’t just lay here, spread out, even if pain threatened to push her into oblivion. "Behaving antagonistically toward me would be most unwise. I would prefer it if we could be allies, but the choice remains yours. I will seek you out after you have had time to reach a decision." She slid to the ground, landing on her feet, but just falling forward onto her knees. Now there was an offer. She looked at the retreating Necros, her eyelids heavy, her breathing rough. Wait, what now? He wanted her on his side? Now there was an offer.
“Well this is gonna be fun.” She said, her voice betraying none of the weakness she felt inside, leaning against the wall. She looked away, falling back on the fallen girl from the beginning of all of this. She would have to wait. After a few minutes Red X forced herself to stand, using the wall behind her. She was in no shape just to walk home, let alone the fact it was on the other side of the city. Oh, her dad was so going to kill her.
((Okies, that all makes sense. I was just wondering if there was something I was missing, but thank you. =D))
((Red X has ended the thread(?)))
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