Legends aren't born! Legends are made! From the humble beginning of those seeking glory, they strive to rise to the occasion to establish their legacy.
Legacies crafted from the ambitions and actions of those extraordinary. Born with powers that exceed the capabilities of mere mortals, everyone is destined for greatness.
Remember, Legends aren't born. Legends are made! However, every legend is different from the other. Every legacy leaves a wake of darkness in its wake or a shining ray of hope. The question is, what type of legend will you be?
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Only a single year has passed since Marrow had first gotten kicked out of his mother's house and onto the rigorous streets of New York City also known as ,The Concrete Jungle. Unfortunately he was unprepared for the unexpected eviction and unemployed at the time so that left now homeless and left with very few options. He was set on living his life however he could but as times changed a rebelious life of crime is the route he had settled for and so far it be the best for him. Over the course of the year, Marrow has trained and harnessed his quirk to aid him in combat as well as committing crimes to the point where the newly emerged underground crime syndicate, Talon, would recognize his potential and attempt to recruit him within their ranks. The Talon organization would have waves of scouters yearning to reach out to him in hopes of him willing being a pawn for their mutual benefits.
Name: Divine Anatomy Quirk: Transformation Quirk Level: Basic [Ascend] Rank: G Experience Points: Free Type: Supplementary Range: Self Damage: 0 Description: Divine Anatomy is a quirk which gives the user the ability to transform their anatomy to various, unique biological forms. Through this ability, the user can transform their body if they possess the knowledge and understanding of how the biological form functions - down to the very cellular makeup. Adopting these forms offer tactical advantages that are appropriate for the situation at hand, however maintaining these forms does not come without penalty.
Drawbacks: Maintaining a Transformation For Accumulation of Four Turns Results in 2 Irreversible Damage. Drawbacks: Should the Penalty Trigger, Maintaining a Transformation for Four Turns Results in Another 2 Irreversible Damage. Drawbacks: With the Current Level of Mastery, the User Can Only Maintain 3 Transformation at a Time. Drawbacks: Transformations Can Grant Two Bonuses from the Following List [+1 DMG Bonus, +1 DMG Shaving, +1 HP Regen, +1 SPM Tracking, 1 SPM Movement, 1 SPM Attack, +1 SPM Projectile, E-D Rank Elemental Debuff Immunity, E-D Rank Physical Debuff Immunity, and E-D Mental Debuff Immunity.]
Boredom ensued as the warlords of Fang Organization conversed amidst themselves. Guest's under the hospitality of the notorious renowned mad villain, the ensemble had done well to manage their egos. The smiles and attitudes on display was proof enough that yesterday's gloom had become today's lesson and fuel for tomorrow's trial's. Empty seats had gradually been filled with bodies and M'sondaa presupposed at most five more guests would show. That is if the seating arrangement was any indication. Now that he was settled, the African had located his 'rookie' accomplices Alien and Nike. The two had been to the room's North East as opposed to he on its South West. The basis of their relationship had been one forged through battle.
With a certain element of youth and recklessness. In a different lifetime perharps they, Drayce and he would've formed Kisomaa's greatest quintet of Shujaa. Alas! it wasn't to be and all he could do was wave once in hopes they'd see him. Regardless of outcome he shifted his head around to meet Brawn. The decision to sit by him been a stroke of brilliance. As the Southern and Western portions of this room had been prime real estate for Fang's head huncho. Within eight meter of each other, had been The Symbol of Chaos. An eccentric man who paced animatedly. In a state that was was in as much as it wasn't mischief, scorn and delight. The architect of chaos was absorbed by his pace. After what seemed four minutes of staring M'sondaa turned to Brawn.
"Is he always like this? I've always pegged him as man of your mold. Never concerned with trivialities." He paused before raising his tone, "Unless Lucas are THAT much of a threat" No sooner had the words coursed from his velvety barringtone, received American accent than was there commotion. Suddenly, in tone as crystal clear as the meth which he had smoked its perpetrator uttered two demonic words. "Fuck Fang" To which M'sondaa sighed and watched awaiting his ultimate deportation to the shadow realm where his soul belonged. "Hey Brawn. Lets wager. Five hundred gold Deathpierce slaps him to the wall. One thousand gold if she squeezes his Johnson. On second thought..... In one bound M'sondaa thrust his left arm to the gimp suit fiend. The man had an aura reminiscent of another whom he had encountered during Leona's capture. An opponent that had miraculously bested and besmirched him. Thus, out of frustration and revenge M'sondaa concentrated magnetic fields about him. Crushing his target as he levitated him across the room to the nearby window, overlooking a garden: two storey's down. Rumble, the most irritable being on earth with a penchant for mindless violence, seemed to share his sentiments. After all it was he who had beckoned and demanded M'sondaa's abilities. Without concern for his being, Duma flung the fiend outside whilst Rumble used it as an opportunity to test his rocket launcher. Propelling him to the ground below. "START OVER"
ACTION: Rumble and M'sondaa are giving Hero Flight lessons: Takeoff and Landing.
Name: EM Quirk: Emitter Quirk Level: Basic [Ascend] Rank: G Experience Points: None Type: Supplementary Range: Close Damage: 0 Description: EM enables the manipulation of electromagnetism, one of Four Fundamental Forces. M'sondaa can control and interact with electric fields, magnetic fields and electromagnetic wavelengths. These manifest through telekinetic harnessing or producing charged particles. Attraction, repelling and levitation via distortion of magnetic polarity. Influence over electromagnetic energies by altering frequencies. Either's application, limited to targets that don't exceed five meters in size. At this level electric and magnetic feats can be achieved at FF (Requires Technique to be Made). Once activated the user exudes an inconspicuous EM membrane-like sheen. EM is largely dependent on ones physical and mental capabilities. Physical and Ranged attacks are determined by STR and ACC respectively. The former also determines required STR superiority to resist EM force.
Drawbacks: A passive skill that is sustained through a %. EM expenditure occurs at post rates of: 3 Turns of Usage: 15% | 4 Turns of Usage: 30% | 5 Turns of Usage: 50% | 6 Turns of Usage: 75% Drawbacks: At 75% or more EM expenditure: The Quirk devolves into individual move % usage. These consume a certain ration from the reserve & cannot naturally replenish. In this state moves cost:
Name: Vuta Quirk: EM Rank: D-B [D] Experience Points: 80 Type: Offensive | Defensive Range: Self - Long Damage: 2.5 = 2 (Vuta) | 0 (Traits) | 0 (STR) | 0 (Ongpo) | +0.5 (Conductor) Description: A technique utilizing electromagnetic properties of attraction, repulsion and telekinesis. This realized through inducement of environmental, artificial or quirk generated magnetic fields. M'sondaa can fire translucent projectiles, influence polarity (magnetize), levitate and create constructs capable of withstanding damage per rank interaction. Dia, Para and Ferro Magnetic targets serve as great conduit and will experience additional damage. Drawbacks: D-G Ranks deals additional 0.5 damage. B-Ranks deals additional 1 damage. Drawbacks: The moves is susceptible to the workings of EM expenditure. Techniques follow usage rank restrictions: G Rank (4) and B Rank (3).
Naomi whom was busy talking to her glorified sister had a moment where she heard a whisper come from her ear, as she fell silent and turned around to meet face to face with Koren. She demeanor slumped down, as she dropped her happy go lucky façade – as she had to remind him just what position he was in. Don’t lecture me, as it seems you have forgotten in your head that you only got into this division of ours through recommendation of Zel. Your power, it’s so ill-suited for a spy and yet you work with us but I guess I can’t complain as I’m not the one in charge here.
She said as she took a seat properly next to Jamilia, but she was aware of the formation he spoke off. Don’t worry your pretty little mask; I’m already aware of the protocols we set in place. However, I don’t need you breathing down my neck about it all the time, Carnage. she said as she dismissively waved him away but she knew he won’t go away so easily she removed a book from her coat – this being a favorite manga from Japan.
She continued to look on as more and more individual came into the room; some of which she had no information on but knew them by name – the one called Urek, Tenshin and many others except the one with white hair who came into the room recently of anyone. There was no record of him in the databooks of the Lucas Archive nor in her own family spy database thus a character of suspicion to her. Keep an eye on that white haired one who just came in, the fact that I have no information on him – so I’ll need to observe him when possible but don’t engage him as well unless needed. she told Koren as she went back to her book, but said it loudly enough that Jamilia can hear her as well, to provide any commentary if needed.
Carnage smirked under his mask, little sis was as aggressive and naive as ever. As she sat down, and made her observation, Carnage didnt move, but his eyes flicked across the room. Being masked had its advantage,in the fact he could scan a room without ajyone noticing. He saw the young man, but didnt feel he was a threat. A threat to Naomi maybe, but him, no. Carnage leant down to Naomi, once more whispering in her ear.
"As unrefined and arrogant as ever sis"
Carnage was just as arrogant, but that was the charm of the family, and the reason the pair worked together, their own arrogance fueling each other to perform better. With that, Carnage stood back up, staring straight ahead while flicking his fingers around. To anyone else, it would seem like he was flexing, however, this was a communication method between Carnage and Zed, the two communing through signals. Zed was informed about the white haired kid, and gave full permission to eradicate if he became an issue.
Arrogance isn’t the right word. Being confident in one’s power is essential when an established hierarchy is in order – but that’s neither here or there. she said without looking away from her manga it was getting the good fight sequence between her top character picks. She also found it annoying how Koren kept reaching down into her ear and addressed it as one final thought; Also you can speak without leaning in; we’re all in the same team here so no need to be whispering to me
Last Edit: Jul 10, 2018 16:37:47 GMT by Nightingale
Carnage smirked under his mask, little sis was as aggressive and naive as ever. As she sat down, and made her observation, Carnage didnt move, but his eyes flicked across the room. Being masked had its advantage,in the fact he could scan a room without ajyone noticing. He saw the young man, but didnt feel he was a threat. A threat to Naomi maybe, but him, no. Carnage leant down to Naomi, once more whispering in her ear.
"As unrefined and arrogant as ever sis"
Carnage was just as arrogant, but that was the charm of the family, and the reason the pair worked together, their own arrogance fueling each other to perform better. With that, Carnage stood back up, staring straight ahead while flicking his fingers around. To anyone else, it would seem like he was flexing, however, this was a communication method between Carnage and Zed, the two communing through signals. Zed was informed about the white haired kid, and gave full permission to eradicate if he became an issue.
Arrogance isn’t the right word. Being confident in one’s power is essential when an established hierarchy is in order – but that’s neither here or there. she said without looking away from her manga it was getting the good fight sequence between her top character picks. She also found it annoying how Koren kept reaching down into her ear and addressed it as one final thought; Also you can speak without leaning in; we’re all in the same team here so no need to be whispering to me
The usual talk from his sister was the norm, and Carnage was well aware that his leaning down would annoy her. He knew she loved her Japanese books, and also knew she hated being interrupted during them, which was a very small enjoyment for him. Hovering his hand over the book, mere centimeters away, Carnage spoke one final time.
Are you sure you should be focusing on fantasy when reality is right before us,hmm?
It was all in jest, as Carnage brought his hand back, sliding back a step and assuming a once more, guardian styled position, similar to Zeds. It was almost time, he could feel it, and antagonizing his adopted sister would have to wait until after the inevitable blood bath that was about to ensue.
Post by Big News Gecko on Jul 10, 2018 19:38:13 GMT
Lucas NPC Post
Tony X had laid his sight on this Ray Barracuda fellow. He remembered the nerve he exhibited. Perhaps impressive since the individual held enough confidence to not coward in front of him, but it was definitely idiotic to speak to someone of such power and status. Tony X simply walked up to Ray and spoke.
“I remember you.”
He snapped his finger immediately after.
“You are Ray Barracude. I want everyone to meet you.”
As he uttered those words, the individual known as Ray become nothing but a head. There was no blood oozing nor was the rest of his body even present. His mouth was removed and on his forehead, was this big tattoo. It read the name that Tony was only to refer to Ray as. Come, meet my family. Tony began parading the head around to his family members. Camilla, whom was conversing with Naomi, swatted at the air - trying to shoo her brother away.
"Grow up Tony..."
"You such a bore sis."
"Today is no laughing matter."
"Ugh! Where is the trio?"
"Right here!"
Which was said in unison. Three individuals dressed in the same attire walked into the room. They were known as the Dread Brothers, a set of triplets whose quirks worked in a collaborative effort to make them one of the deadliest forces of the Lucas Family.
"Is that a head?!"
"Sick right? The fellow thought it be important to show its inferiority to me. I thought it be respectful to acknowledge that."
All four brothers began to snicker, until Zel X walked out.
"Its time.."
Everyone looked at each other and began moving instantly. The plans were already set, they were just waiting for the time to move out. In their respective cars, wanting to save the strength of Jamilla, they moved towards Ground Zero.
Fang NPC Post
There the idiotic, loud mouth went – flying out the window. The Symbol of Chaos could not help but hear the commotion, his eyes literally flared red. He stormed to sitting here where the rest of his gang sat and began to bark.
“Who in the bloody hell destroyed my window?”
Of course, nobody snitched. This gang pride itself over not telling on anyone, regardless if the problem laid inside the group or not. In fact, it was a cardinal rule punished by death. The Symbol of Chaos believed in fate and figured, should not telling result in anything bad – then fate willed it. Trampling over that was punishable by death or rather, fates set up that chain of events to cause your death.
“Someone speak. What possibly went out the window.”
Brawn would speak stoically.
“Some insect that needed to be crushed.”
He said that while smirking, somewhat looking at M’sondaa.
“I suppose either of you two crushed it?”
As he said this, he quickly moved to the window to look out. There the insect was, free falling to his death AND being chased by a missile.
“RUUUUUUMBLE!!”
“Aye aye!! I figured hell! I should swat the flying insect…with MY MISSILE! HAHAHAAHAHAH!”
Deathpierece would soon join the Symbol’s side and give a disgusted side-eye look at Rumble. She would immediately follow it up with
“Stupid rodent…”
Rumble would stop laughing and begin to growl. Normally he would retort, but that would be insulting her in front of the Symbol. She was his favorite, so doing so meant death. As that interaction carried out, the Symbol of chaos simply swiped his hand up. The result was a gust of wind, almost like a current that carried the falling person back into the room after bypassing the rocket.
“Every Negotiator needs an Ace up their Sleeve.”
He took out a small knife and swiped the air many times, calling massive cuts to appear all over the person’s body.
“Whoever sent this man on a flight, step up. I want to commend you for helping me get an idea.”
M’Sondaa would stand up. The Symbol’s eyes widen.
“Rumble. Chain the insect up and strap the chain to the footing of the helicopter. In good spirits of whoever this individual is, the insect will get to fly some more.”
“But why brin such a disgusting low life?”
"In all due time, I shall reveal why…"
As the group began to move, the Symbol informed Ghost to tell M'sondaa that he was riding in the helicopter with them. An explosion could be heard several minutes later, the helicopter already on its way to Ground Zero.
Post by Big News Gecko on Jul 10, 2018 20:35:43 GMT
Update Post
Ground Zero was the decided meeting zone for both Fang and Lucas. Terminology used for an overused, yet sanctum drop off point among the underground. It was rather a large, unfinished construction site situated in Little Italy. The only compound established was massive, multi-layered parking garage. This territory was considered neutral ground, so much that those in history that attempted to monopolize it have met their demise at the hands of The Council. Why meet in such an area? Rumors were being spread around regarding the meeting. Not that Fang nor Lucas were horrible with keeping discretion, but rather it was used as a means of reserving the area.
Anyone could intervene with the meeting, however if you acquired and maintained enough pedigree; the rest of the underworld knew better to interrupt. Besides, the area offer great vantage points for both multiple parties should a transaction be scheduled there. Construction tires and other wings of the parking garage allowed for cover fire, and unfortunately potential vantage points to betray/ambush the opposing parties. With this much known and accepted, the senior members understood the whole operation and directed the younger members to different points. Once situated, it was advised for all of them to refrain from moving – otherwise it compromised their location.
The meeting was only being scheduled for the respective leaders and their royal members. Anyone else was a sign of distrust, which damaged the credibility of either group claiming sincerity. However, both leaders were no fools – reason why the reason of their cohorts were lying in the shadows.
There on Ground Zero stood from the West Side, Fang Organization. The representatives were the Symbol of Chaos, Deathpierce, and M’sondaa. Standing on the East Side were Lucas Family. The representatives were Fank X, Tony X, and Xuebei. Both groups slowly walked towards each other, both parties ready to strike to kill at the slightest sight of foul play. When close enough, both began to talk.
►Villain - Make Sure to Update Your Move Sets with Your Ascended Parent Technique | Your Post for this Phase is Getting Into Position OR Potentially Whatever You Want to Attempt.→ Warfare - The Meeting has commenced. Both the Fang Organization and Lucas Family have came together to negotiate a peace treaty. Tensions are extremely high and the blood of both leaders are boiling. The slightest mishap can spark the dawn of civil war amongst the Underground. An event feared throughout the community of villains and welcomed by these two dangerous men. What shall commence?
→ Cardinal Rules
Moving From Your Position is Automatically Alarming the Opposing Party
Using a Quirk to Move From Your Position Bypasses Rule Number 1
You will be Station Either with a RPer, NPC, or Mixture.
If Stationed with a NPC, You May Control that NPC Only in Conversation.
→ Cardinal Rules
It Takes 1 Post to Move from a Point to its Respective Letter, and Vice Versa.
Its a Power Play to Attempt to Move, or Shoot Anything, into Ground Zero.
You May Only Post Once, Every 24 Hours.
Moving from a Point/Letter to the Other Corresponding Point/Letter is Two Post. (Trying to Move from Lucas Point One or Letter A to Lucas Point Two or Letter )
→ Specific Instructions
Fang and Lucas Members: DM Me with 2 Votes Before Posting.
These Votes are Your Desired Outcome After the Conversation.
The Possible Plans: Themed Around Retaliation | Themed Around War | Themed Around Peace.
The Plan with the Most Votes will Transpired.
Talon Organization: DM Me Who You Are. You Will Not Post Until Garan Makes his Appearance.
Should the Plan Come Down to a Tie, The Tie Breaker will be up to Talon Members.
→ Specific Locations
Fang Point One: Rumble (BZA Still has Control over Rumble.) | Terminator
Fang Point A: Ghost
Fang Point Two: The Claw | Alien X
Fang Point B: Brawn | Phantom
Lucas Point One: Dread Brothers | Koren
Lucas Point A: Zel X | T'Challa | Darklighter
Lucas Point Two: Oroboros | Zed X
Lucas Point B: Jamilia | Portal Girl
Ground Zero:
Symbol of Chaos | Deathpierce | M'Sondaa AND Frank X | Tony X | Xuebei X
Helicopter:
Pulp is Chained to the Foot Extension of the Helicopter, which is on Ground Zero.
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The one to speak first was the Symbol of Chaos.
"Today is a lovely day, is it not?"
However, Frank X was not interested in being polite.
"Enough with the formalities!"
"Watch your dirty mouth when speaking…”
The Symbol of Chaos raised his hand to signal that Deathpierce cease her words. It was however too late.
“Speak to my father in such an ill manner, once more and I will personally make sure your mind is dismantled. You deranged flifth.”
Xuebei had uttered her own retort. Both women locked eye contact. Each one containing heinous thoughts of murdering the other. It very well may have erupted into war if it was not for Tony, whom barge into the conversation.
“Can we stay on track. Don’t we both seek an out coming beneficial to both sides?”
Frank would nod his head and then begin to speak.
“Yes, but there is only one way to achieve that.”
“How, if I may ask?”
“You betrayed us. You broke the alliance. You stabbed us in the back. Seeking out a deal with you does not spill wise for us.”
“I can see how you may feel that way. But with my recent, early release from prison, I figured I take back what was mine. You apparently had something that was mind.”
Clenching his fist, Frank’s voice began to deepen – his anger began to intensify.
“Your actions led to my kids being hurt.”
“YOUR actions led to your kids being hurt. Fate simply was not on your side.”
“Interesting that you speak of fate!”
At that moment, the ground began to crack. It scared no one though, especially not the Symbol.
“Calm Down. I do not come baring fist, but I do come offering compensation. Name it.”
“Name it? What is most precious to you?”
“My life and surely you cannot and will not take that.”
“You sure of that?”
Both men walked to each other, chest to chest.
Both parties began to shout, wanting to tear them apart from one another.
“Father, remember the deal!”
“Honey, its not worth it!”
The two would break. Silence would envelop the area. Frank would be the wrong to break it.
“Give up the assailant that attacked my family.”
“You killed them all sir.”
“No! That disgusting symbiote.”
“Oh! Hahah! You want Alien X?
Each side had intercoms, so everybody heard everything.
In a matter of minutes the meeting between both family's had commenced and proceeded as i thought, bickering and petty rivalries on both sides made themselves apparent within seconds of the two family's meeting up. All of the proceeded conversation at the table had been filtered in to the speakers allowing me (and i suspected everyone) to listen in on this farce of a discussion, i had heard from my mentor that Tony X had been.... Heavy handed with his pride but never did i suspect it would be this bad.
*Sigh* So this going the way i thought it would, if it keeps on moving in the same direction a fight will start in no time."
I looked towards zed X after finishing my sentence, a bored yet alert expression sitting firmly on my face.
"Lets head up to the front (Lucas B) to get a better view of the situation and to jump in if anything happens. Im not opposed to a war but i do believe in stopping anything unnecessary at the moment"
With that i made my way towards the front of the place, hoping Zed X would follow
POWER PLAY: Moving up to Lucas B with Zed X in tow.
The grating rumble of multiple diesel fueled engines, had resonated fiercely across the gang's elusive hideout. Rattling the windows and ground in unison. A roaring buzz, powered the military grade rotors that unsettled a whirling torrent of debris. Aboard one helicopter was the underground's creme de la creme. The height of the summit to the mountain known as Fang. First was an existence that attained godhood. A status which afforded him such a supremacy that reality bent to his desire. The other, a lecherous femme-fatale whose word was his and his her's. Out of respect M'sondaa had edged his hat off to them as token of gratitude for the consideration. However, in reality it was mere ploy to readjust his hat and hide his awe.
The maverick that is Duma had soared past the multiple stages and been allowed to perch alongside this pinnacle of excellence. On this leg of their journey, the wolves of Fang found themselves en route onto Ground Zero. A piece of property that had been subject of urban legend and revered for its discretion. With specific regard to its presumably abandoned monolithic structure and its dubious designed and situated columned layers, towers and crevices. M'sondaa had taken to situating himself opposite Deathpierce. The obnoxious billow of the piston pumping the propellers proved enough to illicit reservation. It did not help that the woman responsible for his recruitment had little interest in him. Instead, showing more concerned in her own selfishness and preoccupying THAT man. "What a domesticated man..." he internalized and blinked.
M'sondaa un-blinked. It'd been an hour since their departure and three minutes since their arrival to Ground Zero. The various executives had alighted their crafts and assumed their positions. All except the Symbol and Death pierce who moved last. Tasked with bearing the burden of face to face negotiations. M'sondaa had lingered on behind them, overtaken by excitment. For standing several meters ahead had been the distinguishable figures of Frank, Tony and Xuibei. Inhaling himself into action, Kisoomas resident 'Shujaa willed himself to follow his superiors. Ever silent as they bickered and naturally gravitated to opposing each other. The Symbol against Frank. Deathpierce on Xubei. With no other opponent to choose from, the African weighed himself up against Tony. Though, theirs was an intrinsic acknowledgement unfettered by words. M'sondaa was content on testing his mettle against this man and awaiting the order. Villains playing bureaucrats often struck him as an ironic and as time slugged on he'd grown tired. At least this was the case until Frank's final statement. It was initiative which had landed him an audience with Deathpierce, Rumble and The Symbol of Chaos. If they didn't like his plan so be it. However, anything was better than this situations. Thus, he step forward " Pardon me gentlemen. It seems we've reached an impasse. Yet have failed to address the issue. Both our sects have had favorable relations and Fang commissioned Lucas to assist in procuring Leona's abilities. Spoils were to be shared per the arrangement. However, there arose a misunderstanding as someone forgot simple arithmetic. You know divide, subtract.... This is what raised paranoia. Given the pressure bubble in which we tried to acquire her, it boiled over. Burning both of us and leading to the sentiments we have now. However, I see a silver lining here. You wish to have Alien. We wished to have Leona. I propose a trade. Leona for Alien. We've both had either trophies for a year now. As a token of good faith we can bring out your target. In exchange you hand or tell us where Leona is. This is the path of with the least blood shed. What say you? "
ACTION: Will hand over Alien X to Lucas Family on One Condition: Hand Leona over.
The construction building left far too many vantage points. Before arriving, the positions where laid out, and in all honesty, Carnage wasn't happy with them. Not only, was Zed and Portal Girl, the two most useful people for him to be with stationed on the opposite side of the complex, but Carnage was with Zel, who was the second closest, and being second in charge meant heavy punishment for stepping out of line. Secondly, he was with the wonder triplets. Three of Lucas families finest, yet, shrouded in mystery. All Carnage knew about them was one was deaf, one was blind, and one was mute, like the three wise monkeys folk tale. Carnage knew that, as he was right now, he was not much of a threat to most of those in ground zero, however, he had heard rumours around of what the dread brothers could do, but Carnage was never given a real answer, usually because what they could do was not apart of his training, and thus Zed X never went into detail. This was, now, frustrating, being paired with three disables and having no idea what they could do. In a hushed tone, Carnage spoke.
So, do any of you have any plans?
In unison, all three turned. Which was weird, one was deaf, yet, they moved as one. Creepy. Dos was the only one to speak, however.
We watch and wait, of coarse.
Too boring, too unprepared. Carnage knew he had to do something, sitting and waiting for hell to break loose was a waste of prep time, and he wasn't having it. Moving closer to Dos, the only one that could really communicate, Carnage spoke.
Well, while we're waiting, can you tell me exactly what you brothers can do? If we will be fighting together, i need to know what my team mates can do. I'm sure you're aware of my ability, Crush. Everything i touch gets smashed to pieces, pretty straightforward, but what can the famous Dread Brothers do?
A simple question, but one that had alot of weight behind it. If the rumours were true, then Carnages misfortune could be turned to fortune. The three brothers looked at each other, nodded, and Dos began speaking.
Well....
-Attempting to learn the full extent of the Dread brothers quirks and abilities-
Reading her manga in peace, despite hearing the conversation going on in the room – Naomi had finally finished the current volume of “Kiss Him, Not Me” manga where she had a moment getting excited but the volume ended on the cliff hanger. She closed her book, with her gear already prepped for battle. She was stationed with her actual leader, Jamilia of the Spy Division. She would approach her, as she started to give a game plan to her big sister. Alright, so here’s the plan if you’re willing to go along with – since we both have spatial based quirks we can stay hidden the dimension of mine for the time being. Leaving this room will notify the others, and we need to be able to get others out if the situation is called for of course and unlike me you have more power. Naomi said as she walked around the room.
She then opened a door on the ground; causing two arms of the same solid terrain they are in. One for her and one for Jamilia. She gestured to her to come with her and fight alongside her if needed.
Power Move: Attempting to persuade Jamilia into joining Naomi in her dimension and leave the area. Also to gain NPC control (of course based on mod discretion).[/color]
Name: World Reconstruct – Terra Quirk: Universe 1 Quirk Level: Basic Rank: D – B (D) Experience Points: 80 Type: Offensive, Defensive Range: Close - Long Damage: 2 – 4 (2) Description: This technique acts as Naomi’s basis of Universe 1’s ability to manipulate anything within the dimension, in this case solids. The user may bend, twist, morph etc into any shape of form she desires. The damage is largely based on the rank of the technique. The user may also create doors (through the Portal Jump Quirk) in order to bring the solids into the real dimension in order to attack the enemy. While the door creation is governed by Portal Jump, thus can only spawn three meters away – Naomi can manipulate the construct up to the rank used. She may also manipulate more than one construct at once though the power is divided by each construct with a limit of four per control. The speed at which the construct moves from the mimicked dimension is based on the users SPD (While in dimension or when brought from the user other dimension via Doors).
Drawback: Outlined in Parent Technique, Usage Limit/Range Applies based on rank used.
Quick Quirk Maths: 10% Stockpile to Drawback - 15 Healed via costume = 0% DrawBack.
Last Edit: Jul 11, 2018 3:33:54 GMT by Nightingale
Name: Guerilla Warfare Equipment Type: Costume Equipment Grade: B Stats: Supplementary [N.E.C.K Shackle] [H.E.E.L Shackles] [W.R.I.S.T Shackles] +5 PHY to Speed & Accuracy Attributes Damage: 5 HP Description: This lightweight costume comes with three equipments; N.E.C.K | W.R.I.S.T | H.E.E.L Shackles. The N.E.C.K Shackle increases the range of site of Oraan as he wears it. Despite its look, it is extremely lightweight and made so that it does not affect his movement. The H.E.E.L Shackles increase Oraan’s speed, making it easier for him to move.
Payment: 7,000 Gold
Name: N.E.C.K (Nanotech Eye Camera Kit) Shackle Equipment Type: Accessory Equipment Grade: B Type: Supplementary / Offensive Stats: A Cones: An Cone Can travel further than 10 meters from Oraan. Increases range of sight of all of Oraan’s techniques by two meters. Camouflage so that The A Cones can go undetected. Audio, Visual and Speaker Capabilities Damage: 4 HP | Can Deal 1 DMG Description: Made using nanotechnology from Wakanda, Oraan’s N.E.C.K Shackle has 6 spikes on it that are all actually cameras that have been placed in such a way that they each give him 360 degree point of view. Each camera has its own Area of Responsibility (AOR) that controls 60 degrees of the rotation, leaving him with zero blind spots. N.E.C.K is controlled in such a way that whenever Oraan blinks, it siphons through each of the cameras in one of his eyes so that he could always focused on what is going on around him without interruption. Stock: 6 A Cones, 1 Neck Shackle Payment: 6,000 Gold
Darklighter stood at Lucas Point One in the far back away from prying eyes. With Zel X right next to him. He figured that it would be best to take advantage in order to do some reconnaissance .
Darklighter, who was wearing his Guerrilla Warfare costume, made perfect use of the equipment N.E.C.K to then deploy five out of six of his A cones around the area to see who was positioned where and have constant relay of the situation at hand. But he had to be smart about this, simply moving his A cones, despite their ability to camouflage into their surrounding, made it easy for them to be undetected, not impossible. So instead of simply moving them there via controlling them with his mind, Darklighter figured that his best bet would be to teleport the most important one and silently move the others. He would deploy two of the five A Cones to Lucas Point A via mental manipulation. He would then send two to Fang Point B. He figured that it would be best to have an eye on both allies as well as enemies close by in case anything went on.
His second order of business was to attempt to teleport one of the A cones undetected into Ground Zero. (Power Play).
He would attempt to move it within 3 meters behind Deathpierce in such a way that no one would see it coming closer to him. The A Cone would be in the perfect position there.
Name: A Cone Deployment Equipment (Weapon): N.E.C.K Shackles Rank: E Experience Points: 5 Type: Supplementary / Offensive Range: Close Damage: 1 Description: Oraan Afreets sends out one or more of his six A Cones for deployment into the field. He mentally manipulates each cone either individually or collectively to move where he wants them within a 10 meter radius. These AOR Camera’s, or ‘A Cones’ are in the shape of cones that are quite small and undetectable. They have a camouflage reflective lens that shows everything that is behind it and brings it to the front so that the A Cones go unnoticed. They have been upgraded so much so that they are now detachable and can be controlled mentally by Oraan to go wherever he wants them to go like a missile; upon successful impact with any object on its front tip causes a miniature explosion the size of a 1 meter. They travel at the speed of his ACC and report all visual and audio real time back to Oraan. They can also be shot like a bullet into someone or explode in order to cause damage. If he so chooses, Oraan can even project his voice through an A Cone in order to hold a conversation with others. The A Cones are relatively small, about 2 inches long and a circumference of 1 inch.
Name: Darklighter Perk Trait Point Cost: 3 Description: Once Oraan has teleported an object or energy, this trait allows Oraan to increase the speed of the teleported object or energy by 1 SPM than it's current movement speed. This trait also increases Oraan's ACC by +5 as long as he has at least one A Cone deployed.
Name: Telekinetic Teleportation Quirk: Darklighter Quirk Level: Basic Rank: E-D Experience Points: 15 Type: Supplementary Range: Close Damage: Null [0] Description: Allows Oraan the ability to teleport matter and energy from one location to another without physical contact. The process involves verbally, and physically via hand gestures, asking for the object in question to be brought to him or sent away. When doing so, the matter or energy in question is displaced into a small black orb that teleports to a different location.
Drawback: Limited to Three Objects Per Usage.
Darklighter recalled reading the scroll one year ago.
There will come a day when two of these organizations would one day risk it all and come to either form a peace treaty or to create all out war. It is your job to...
His A Cones were moving in position towards Lucas Point A(2) and Fang Point B(2)
Cries and shrieks could be heard from Panther Tribe Building in Northern Azzaria. In the lobby, there was a huge room, barring only two green sofa's facing one another. The floor was made of black marble and the walls were a crimson red. One side of the room had mirrors on the walls, which reflected the two gentlemen sitting on the sofa's. One of them, was T'challa, who looked on at the man who was shrieking with a cold and unempathetic stare. The man who was screaming in pain was a man named Asahi, and was T'Challa's cousin. Asahi was the product of a controversial, but a healthy and loving union of Wakandan Royalty and an outsider. Instead of tears falling from his eyes, solar radiation and stellar flames erupted from his eyes.
"It will be alright, Lawrence is-"
"TWICE!" He screamed out, the temperature of the entire room rising as he did. "TWICE THEY HAVE TAKEN FROM ME!" He said as he buried his face in his hands.
The Battle of Black Warrior's Creek had taken place almost a week or two ago. It was an attack from the Lucas family on Wakanda itself for various reasons. The first was to get there hands on an extremely powerful resource that Wakanda had in abundance, that being Vibranium. Being at war with Fang would require weapons as well as land to use as their base of Operations. The second was to wipe a name off their hit list. With Leona's actions at Lucas manor angering Frank, he vowed to murder everyone of importance to her, including her husband and child. During the battle, Wakanda successfully warded off the invasion, as they have done so for centuries to prevent colonization, but they did lose several hundred men, and also critically injured a thousand others. One of those men was Ikuni, Asahi's father.
Just then, one of the mirrors opened as it if it was a door, with cold vapor pouring out as a team of scientist/doctors exited out of the room, with surgical gloves and aprons on.
"Ikhuni is alright, I reattached every nerve back to where it was and stabilized his shattered spine..." One of the doctors said as he removed his apron and surgical uniform to reveal himself as Lawrence Jackson, or better known as BlackMayne. "I put him in a medically induced coma to allow the Blackbots to repair his body, give it four to five days and he should be back on his feet!" Lawrence said to Asahi, as Asahi immediately ran to go check in on his father. Lawrence proceeded to sit down next to T'Challa and have a conversation regarding the future.
"What did the old-heads decide?"
"They will answer this call. Normally after an invasion, we don't follow up, but the people demand it. I demand it...I am being sent to assassinate Frank! Wakanda has declared War."
Lawrence raised an eyebrow. "Frank? Now you know-"
"I know, I can't beat him, though I understand my mission isn't meant to succeed, it's meant to fail. We learn so much in failures, I'm just the most likely to come back alive."
"Aight, when we going?"
"You aren't going anywhere. If my mission fails and I die..." T'Challa said as he removed his royal ring and gave it to Lawrence. "Wakanda is left to you. Shuri died from their invasion, T'Chaka has no other heir, I leave it all to you."
Lawrence took the ring and paused for a moment, there was nothing but silence before he stood up. T'Challa stood up as well as they did the Wakanda Salute and gave each other a hug goodbye.
"Before you go, there is someone I want to recommend you seek out and find...he was once apart of the jabari tribe and he would definitely be of service to you...his name is Oraan..."
Present Day - The Bashenga Project
T'Challa walked with other members of Lucas Family as they headed to Ground Zero, putting a mask over his face to hide his face even further. Despite him being in disguise he still was the Prince of Wakanda and if anything got out, it would look extremely bad on the nation itself. T'Challa began to sweat profusely under the mask however, one of his men had just been reduced to a mouthless head. A critical part of his team was gone and he was down one member. Granted he was not apart of Wakanda so he was not politically responsible to him. He still had three other's in place ready for action, and everything was going well.
Arriving at ground zero, everyone got into place, as T'Challa watched and heard everything that was going on. He looked at the symbol of chaos, and he also looked at his target, Frank Lucas. Just their talking emitted power and affected the environment.
However, now was not the time to get caught up in power scaling, T'Challa understood the stakes. Now was the time to get to work, and it seemed like everyone understood that. T'Challa didn't understand who alien x was, but it didn't matter much, because the moment the trade was brought up, so was Leona. Leona was now clear in the cut and able to be rescued. Risky, but available. He made a promise to Asahi, and he would not go back on his word.
"Leona huh?" He said in a more rough voice. "Isn't that the old washed up vet that we captured a year or two ago? Why is she being brought up, hell where even is she?" T'Challa asked Zel X, trying to pry information out of him in the most subtle way possible. If Frank denied and turned down the deal and M'sdonna couldn't get Leona, then he would secure a backup plan.
Rumble wrings his fingers onto one bulbous apple. The raccoon's manicured razor claws gently parting and lodging within. As this transpired he yawned. A deep grunting yawn that watered his tears whilst he proceeded to caress the aromatic fruit against the length of his pants. After which he stretched his mouth and descending down into its flesh. Biting down with such intensity his chomp echoed around his current location. Reciprocating his vigor had been Terminator, the gang's resident psychotic chick. Except, her apple had come in bottle form as a two litre carbonated drink. Sprawled around either had been cores and cans of their respective vices.Terminator and Rumble were the Fang's wildest characters. With the little to none inhibition to match their daredevil or devil may care personas. Thus, when the two meet madness was naturally abound. However, the tensions that had followed this potential Fang vs Lucas affair, had seen The Symbol demand discretion. In-fact such was his apprehension at their presence, he wished to situate them as far as possible from the ground zero. Through some relenting and pleas, the man had agreed to partner them up on grounds they stayed in line.
A line which both had been stood behind for a good fifteen minutes. While the big wigs argued semantics the two had passed time by seeing who could eat or drink the most. Rumble would abruptly snap into purr. Flinging his left arm and tossing the half eaten apple from his balcony. Terminator had beat him. Again. The damned girl was proving to be a vacuum for all things food. "Woohoo!!! You owe me Rum!!" the vivacious babe declared while she sashayed around his collapsed frame. The raccoon pouted and dusted himself off "You are a cheat. You've got an unfair advantage with that body of yours" "Don't EVER call me fat" Terminator screeched. No sooner had she spoken than did Rumble vanish and manifest over on her bosom. His little paws rooted over her areola upon which he attempted and succeeded at balancing with utmost efficiency. "OR WHAT?" The mad scientist loved Terminator. In as far friendships went. Of all the humans he'd encountered she best matched his craziness and in many ways was his female equivalent. Rumble would've loved to maintain teasing his accomplice. However, once the Fang top brass moved as did he via his techno-geared quirk. Assuming position by his reserved wall spot. A prime position which oversaw the majority of the negotiation ground and beyond.
With the meeting underway he took it upon himself to set his scope to Frank Lucas. Intent on blowing apart his brains should he dare move against his savior in any way. The day had grown warmer, a far cry from the overcast gloom that'd been noon and it had stated to get to him. "OI. GHOST, you damn COSPLAYING NERD. How can you pretend to TAKE this HEAT. MY GOD MAN" Rumble implored as he observed the metal man covered from head to toe. It was around this time that his prompter received M'sondaa's declaration. There was a sudden bout of laughter as the four foot fiend moved the sight of his weapon to M'sondaa. The racoon had grown to like the African. To what extent not even he could ascertain but he wished to aid in this development. In one of his typical whimsical underpinned decisions he leapt for the emerging Sword of Damocles. As a follow up to M'sondaa the scientist babbled "If anyone NEW beside Leona MOVES or STEPS within that circle, I AM BLOWING THE SEEDS OUT OF THEIR WATERMELON HEADS. Boss, let's do it.....Trade with them. " The transmission shrieked across Fang's respective intercoms. Finally the professional villain cocked his rifle and intermittently examined the entirety of the ground.
ACTION: Rumble moves Fang Point One to Fang Point A POWER PLAY: Attempting to solidify trade. If your name is not Alien X or Leona, bye. You step or move in that circle you get shot.
“What the fuck do they mean trade you! Thats some bullshit! Julius what the hell, have they been plotting against us!” Ranger was furious, his voice rang through Alien’s conscience. Ranger was concerned not just about himself, but his child. The idea of being separated from his child was too much to bear, he couldn't trust the Lucas nore could he trust the Fang. Both were a pain in his side that he needed to remove. Alien remained calm, he had a trust in his teams intellect, maybe this trust was misplaced. Alien was definitely a trophy, if not something above that.
“Your hypocrisy can be annoying Ranger. Moments ago you told me to keep a level head, you should focus on doing the same. Worry does not fit ya character, it's quite unsightly. We will do as they say, the idea of being killed here is unlikely for us, but why not be the reason peace has come….WHY NOT BE THE REASON THE LUCAS FALL!”
Alien seemed to have his own plans or a strong will and lacked fear. Death was a concept of the mortal world, he was far beyond this in his on way.
> (If Zeeds power play goes through)
A buzzing sound came through his ear piece, the fang had places specter like units around the area for surveillance, so that if any movement was made through conventional means they would immediately be notified by their men overseeing the area. “An individual is moving on the Lucas side of town, we don't know what he is planning, but he does not seem to care if he goes noticed or not. Maybe he is moving in position for something? All sectors be on guard.”
The transmission ended, all members of fang would b notified, this would create a ripple in the negotiation. Alien sighed, humans never knew when to stay put, they were much like dogs. “ Claw, is there anything you could do in a wide range, something to weaken the enemy if the enter a perimeter? Or are you more suited for solo operations such as stealth? I was hoping you could weaken one of their key members when this goes left. Additionally could you move me to Nike without alarming the others?”
Power Play: Looking for insight into Claws quirk would like for it to be sent to me through discord.
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