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« Thread Started on Apr 19, 2008, 3:24pm » | |
I realised that I hadn't started a role-playing thread yet. So I'm remedying that WITH A VENGEANCE.
Prologue
“You’re going to die, you do know that?” asked an impassive voice. It was clearly male, yet unusually high.
The Crusader’s vision swam. He blinked, and the black smear in front of him resolved into a tall hooded man wearing a black cloak. The world around him was still all browns and greys. The crumbling remains of a building surrounded the two men, and as far as the Crusader could see, the rest of the city was in a similar state.
“Why?” Asked the Crusader, his cracked voice rasping through gritted teeth.
“In a moment it won’t matter anyway,” said the strange man, as he raised his right hand, energy flashing around his clenched fist in a blood red sphere. “My friends should have taken care of the others by now, it’s just you and me.”
A burst of red light shot out from the hooded man’s fist, burning a hole into the concrete where the Crusader had been seconds ago.
The Crusader had rolled, the red beam just scraping his shoulder as he moved on instinct, cutting through his suit and half a centimetre of shoulder as though they were no more than air. He winced, suppressing the urge to shout, his nerves screaming at him as he threw himself into another roll, another bolt scorching a long furrow into the battered concrete floor as the Crusader threw himself through what remained of a doorway.
Another beam hit the other side of the wall, sending scolding hot molten brick behind the Crusader’s aching back, but the wall held. For the moment at least.
The Crusader, took a deep breath and looked around.
The building they were in was mostly made of heavy cinder bricks and even steel walls in places. It seemed to be the old coal fired power plant near Broken Valley, or at least similar to it.
Crusader had no idea what had happened. One moment he had been in the middle of Nexus, the next he and several others had been sucked into some kind of hole that had opened in the main street. Then he was in this place, a ruined city, which looked suspiciously like Nexus, on his own, with a psychopath chasing him.
“You’re pretty good,” said the strange man, as the heat on the wall suddenly decreased “considering you didn’t have any training.”
Suddenly there was a feeling of intense energy in the air, like electricity running across the Crusader’s skin. “This trick again.” Energy fields sprung to life around his feet as they feet pushed hard against the wall. The Crusader landed on his feet a couple of metres back as a wave of force pushed through the wall, splintering the door frame and knocking over the wall.
The wave of force hit a moment later, throwing him back like a hit from a rhino. He barely managed to touch his feet to the wall on the other side of the room, after flying over two cubicles, which were instantly broken into shrapnel by the wave of force, scattering pieces of documents all over the room.
The Crusader leapt from the wall, throwing himself back into the room, passing through the wave of force like breaking as though it were as brittle as glass. He landed in the centre of the room, as the force brought down walls in all directions, stopping nearly twenty metres from where the other man stood. He was panting heavily, his legs feeling like they were made of rubber, yet seeming to weigh as much as lead.
The Crusader brought his hands together, fists touching and a silvery bubble surrounded him, making the broken world seem to shine slightly. The other man made the same motion, and another wave flew out in all directions from his fists, the air turning become faintly darker than normal, as though turning to shadow.
The wave hit the Crusader’s bubble, the darkness seeming to coalesce around his shield, forming into a great vice which squeezed with unnatural force.
He screamed as though it were his own body under pressure, the air inside the bubble turning faintly dark. For a moment he thought he was going to pass out, but miraculously the shield held under the pressure, and the darkness slowly slid back through the barrier.
The Crusader dropped to his knees, his fists still together, all of his energy focused on projecting the shield that protected him.
“I thought you would have worked it out by now,” said a voice, somewhere beyond the shield, possibly close by, but it was hard to tell now. “Why I had you taken to this broken world, why I have to kill you. But you don’t even understand your own power. I’m disappointed Paul, very disappointed.”
“Who are you?” asked the Crusader, tasting the salty tang of blood on his tongue.
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Part 1
Almost 20 hours earlier Paul London was glancing at his watch. It was nearly eleven o’clock on Saturday. It was late autumn and the trees were dropping leaves like flakes of snow in red and gold, with people in jackets raking them into neat piles, as though the wind wouldn’t scatter them again within minutes.
Paul sat behind the steering wheel of a ten year-old Mazda. The car was deep red, and looked fairly new to the untrained eye. He was wearing his costume underneath a pair of dark blue jeans, a plain white shirt and a grey-black jacket.
The Mazda pulled into the car park for a shopping complex in Broken Valley. It was new, or at least it had been put up in the last ten years. It was about a block away from the cemetery, and very busy at this time of day.
Paul reached into the back of the car and grabbed the bouquet he had bought an hour ago.
The cemetery was a fairly simple affair. The people in Broken Valley and the nearby suburbs didn’t have much money, so the place was free of attention grabbing statues and mausoleums. There were no decorations but the gravestones, rows and rows of marble: some curved, some square, some shaped like a cross and many thin pieces of marble lying over the grave. There were no trees, and only the occasional bunch of wilted flowers, often in metal vases affixed to the stone.
Paul found the site by memory, walking along the thin gravel paths that lay between graves. It was little more than a plaque, covered by a pile of brown leaves. Paul swept the leaves aside, and carefully lay the flowers down on the white gravel atop the grave, making sure the flowers weren’t bent as they lay there.
A scuffling sound behind him made Paul turn. An old man stood behind him, probably in his late fifties at the youngest, his face lined with forgotten worries. He carried a bunch off flowers in one hand, and carefully placed them beside Paul’s.
Both men stood there for a while, looking at the ground and listening to the whistle of the wind through bare trees.
After a while the older man spoke. “Ready to go?” he asked.
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Ten minutes later they were sitting in a small café, on hard wooden seats beside the window.
“So how’s are things Dad?” asked Paul, with a trace of uncertainty in his voice.
“The usual,” replied his father. “We missed you at Easter.”
“I had to work.”
“Real job or part-time?”
“Real,” replied Paul. “Sometimes I work long hours there too.”
“I wish you’d give up on that part-time stuff,” said his dad. “There are obituaries in the paper every week. You know what your mother would say.”
“It’s important,” replied Paul.
“It’s only important to you Paul,” said his dad. “You’re the one who running around in those ridiculous tights.”
Paul was about to reply when a waitress came around with a couple of cups of coffee. They sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping at the thick, lukewarm liquid.
“So are you still seeing that girl who came round at Christmas?” asked Paul’s dad.
“No,” replied Paul. “She left me a few weeks later.”
“You haven’t had a real relationship since you got those hand things,” said his father in a low voice. “You need to learn to let people in.”
“You know why I can’t do that.”
“Then find a girl who can control matter or something.”
“So flying grandkids wouldn’t bother you?”
“A long as they keep off the mantelpiece I could get used to it.”
They both laughed, but it sounded a little forced even to Paul.
Suddenly a siren sounded in the distance, the sound growing louder and louder as it approached the café. By the time the police car passed by the window, Paul was pushing his chair back into the table.
“I’m sorry Dad,” he said, even though a large part of him was grateful for the excuse.
“I know,” said his dad. “You have to go.”
Paul dropped a ten dollar note onto the table, enough to pay for both of them. He ignored his father’s automatic squawk of protest, and pushed through the door onto the street.
The café was less than two hundred metres from where he had parked, so Paul just bundled up his clothes in a nearby alley, and leapt onto the roof.
He ran as quickly as he could, running from rooftop to rooftop, following the call of the police siren.
It seemed to be heading towards the city, although Paul hoped he wouldn’t be running that far.
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« Reply #1 on May 2, 2008, 1:49am » | |
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The scene could have been from any film; a charred car to one side, learning against a building, its engine missing, thrown from the area in the explosion that had sent it across the street. Three dead lay in the street, wounds across their bodies, deep and plentiful, there was no hope for them; their blood paved the ground. People were screaming, their cries piecing the sky. They were still in shock, no believing what they had just seen, often they would hear horrible events on the news, but none of them expected anything to happen to them. No one ever did.
Bane stood in the middle of the carnage, though not in his usual attire. He had dressed up for the occasion. A long deep red robe flowed around him, buckled on at the waist was a moron belt, with two black sheaths at either side of his waist. The robe was long sleeved, ending with his hands, gloved in black leather, each holding a black blade; shinning in the light and dripping with dark blood. The robe was hooded, deep so none could identify his eyes in the shade, his hair tied up at the back so none could notice his most distinguishing feature. Around flowed power like he had never revealed before, flames danced around him on the ground in a perfect circle. The flames licked at his feet, playing with the red fabric, yet nothing burned.
The three bodies around him belonged to two men and one woman, each in their own right possible future supervillians. The first man could control darkness, had he been given time he could have created a bleak, dark and d future with no promise. The second man was a telepath, able to detect thoughts at will, had he been given time to extend his range and power, he could have created a future were any thought of resistance was crushed instantly. The woman was the weakest, but her power had the greatest potential, she could drain the life of any being. Had she been given time she could have killed someone with a single touch, even a thought. Together their reign would be stopped by no one. That was their plan: they were a group, a team, a new liege of shared thoughts; thoughts on how the world should and would be run. But they were still young, still weak and very, very inexperienced. Bane knew he was more than their match, and they knew that too.
Bane approached them in the middle of street, they were having lunch at a café, not plotting today, merely strengthening their bond together. The telepath had been the first to notice him, picking up the waves of the potential threat before the others could even seen him through the crowd. Bane drew his blades, the crowd parted, running as far from the madman as possible. However on the other side of the street passerby’s stopped to watch, feeling they were safe from his wrath, hopping for some entertainment.
Instantly telepath jumped up and ran for his car, closely followed by the other two. Bane swept Ilith down, a blade of fire arc from it, heading towards the car. Bane started running after it, towards the three targets. The arc swept past the Shadowmancer, the heat wave staggering him. He turned to face the robed madman, darkness spreading from his hands, engorging the street around him. The arc continued, straight into its target; the telepaths’ car. The flames burst upon it and licked the engine, with a fantastic explosion it was through across the street, leaving a small crater behind it and several dead surveillances under into across the street. The explosion startled the Shadowmancer, who waved for just a second, a second was enough. Bane flew into him, Ilith, Torar, Ilith, three blade strokes; the man dropped to the ground and Bane continued into the next.
The Telepath was next, he stood upright, power radiating from him, he had always been the most powerful of the three, bane charged forward, the telepath merely stood still but bane could feel the oppressive hate flowing from him, trying to tear at his mind. Already he felt fuzzy, but hate wasn’t the right choice, it merely directed his blade as it launched from his hand, Ilith flew in a graceful arc and embedded itself in the man chest. Bane flinched as the waves of shock and pain radiated about the area, but it was soon silenced with a slice of across the neck. In one smooth motion he drew Ilith out as the Telepath fell to the ground.
He looked around for the leech, but the woman was nowhere in sight. Suddenly he fell to his knees, his mind dropped and his body felt limp. He dimly felt something around his ankle. He looked across to find the Leech woman hanging off him, grinning through broken teeth; the blast had through her to the ground. With a sigh Bane lifted Ilith and dropped it over her arm. With a sickening crunch it disconnected her link. With renewed energy Bane jumped up and kicked her under the chin, another crunch followed, it appeared from the angle that he had broken her neck.
He picked up Ilith and turned around. Three bodies lay around him, a car to one side and screaming civilians all around. He wanted to tell them why this had to be done. An example had to be set; those who were willing to upset the balance of life had to taken down. Order and Control had to be maintained.
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« Reply #2 on May 18, 2008, 10:31pm » | |
As the shadowmancer lay dead in a pool of his own blood a strange change came over his features. The shadows under his eyes seemed to float up into the air, vanishing in the light of day. Likewise his hair and irises faded from midnight black to a light, chocolate brown. A psychic might have seen the darkness wrap around the shadow-shaper’s already dark soul as they rose from his corpse, then see the two separate into dark and light and finally see the two disappear.
No one on Earth would have been able to see where the darkness went, or its’ shape when it arrived. No one on Earth would want to.
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It wasn’t far to run, and the Crusader only took about 5 minutes to reach the crime scene. Even with his jumping ability, he arrived well after the police car he had been following, his legs burning with what would be a dull ache tomorrow morning. By the time he arrived it had been a few minutes since the three super-powered people had been slain.
Police had set up a roadblock around the crime scene when the Crusader landed on a fancy Italian restaurant a few buildings away from the café where Bane had been. Two police cars had been packed perpendicular to the road, behind which nearly a dozen uniformed officers crouched, standard issue revolvers held with knuckle whitening tightness. There was a profound stillness to the scene, as though the world were taking a deep breath. The only movement that the Crusader could see came from a couple of police trying to get some of the more stubborn observers to get behind the dubious safety of the roadblock.
No one looked up to where the Crusader stood. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the still smoking wreckage of a car, smashed partway through a wall by the same explosion that had ripped a grim scar through the road. There was also another car, which was little more now than a smear on the road.
The Crusader leapt down from the rooftop, barely making a noise, landing behind the roadblock. He walked purposely towards a police sergeant crouched behind one of the police cars, the cars radio in her hand, the cord pulled tight through the window. A couple of young officers started as he walked by, but the older ones faces twisted into a habitual grimace, the same one that Paul London used to make before he became the Crusader. They all realised that a superhero was going to try and butt in.
The sergeant turned to look at the Crusader as he approached. She looked to be in her late thirties, her mouth a tight line, her eyes filled with fire. “We’ve got a hero here,” she said into the radio. “No I don’t know who, some guy in red and white, has a circle on his chest.”
“What’s going on?” asked the Crusader, ignoring the animosity around him.
“Some guy in a robe cut up a bunch of people and started blowing up cars,” replied the sergeant. “Don’t worry yourself, we have it under control.” The Crusader didn’t hear her last words however; he had already leapt over the car, and onto a building nearby.
The police sergeant turned back to her radio. “I couldn’t stop him,” she said. “Tell the marksmen to watch out for him.” She listened, then frowned, her eyes suddenly wide. “What happened to the snipers?”
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« Reply #3 on May 25, 2008, 12:48am » | |
The ground shuddered as artillery rained down on his position, a shell landed near by, throwing up stinging dirt in all directions and letting out a massive bellow that shook the ground.
Eledor started awake, drawing Soulbinder at the same time as he came to his feet, what the hell was that explosion just then? He shook his head shaking the last of the grogginess from himself, as he noticed the plume of smoke coming from the street below.
Resting Soulbinder on his shoulders, he looked over the edge of the roof, his face took on the properties of granite as he took in the carnage below. He stood looking at the three dead people for a minute before he heard a noise behind him.
He sheathed Soulbinder and headed for the door down into the building.
As he reached it, a man pushed it open, carrying a large rifle, without thinking he slammed his arm into the man's face knocking him to the ground. He looked briefly at the comatose man, SWAT from the look of his gear. Eledor stepped over him and headed into the building, he didn't need snipers aiming at his back while he took on this cloaked figure. He took the stairs quickly before he reached the second floor door, the first floor door opened. He looked over the stair railing and saw around three police officers entering the stairs. He opened the door, knocking out one police officer was enough for him today, and entered the second floor. He walked to the large window and judged the distance to the ground to be about four metres, a fairly easy jump for him also no one was close enough to get hit by falling glass. He took a several steps back and charged towards the glass his shoulder held low to concentrate the force upon it better.
"Please break." he muttered.
He hit it at full pelt and the window shattered outwards, rolling onto his shoulder as he hit the ground he drew Soulbinder.
He rested the blade across his shoulders again, and looked at the robed figure standing several paces away.
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« Reply #4 on Jun 3, 2008, 7:57pm » | |
Bane had just finished cleaning his blades on a ripped piece of the Leech’s clothes when he heard the wails of a police siren, followed by many more screaming sirens from all around, heading here, quickly growing closer. It seemed they were in a rush. No matter, Bane had expected them. He sheathed Torar just as two police cars screeched to a halt not far in front of him; blockading the street. Quickly and efficiently they exited their vehicles and crouched behind the thin metal walls, all guns pointed in his direction. Bane had to note they were brave; even if some were white with fear. They were wondering what he would do next it would seem.
Suddenly a crash distracted him as a man flew out of a window and rolled to his feet, followed by a rain of glass behind him. Bane glanced at him for a moment, noticing the drawn blade resting on his shoulders. He gestured to him with his left hand for the man to wait as he looked back at the waiting police. Movement caught his eye as he saw another man in a white and red suit leap up onto a building. So that makes two possible super-hero’s, I’ll worry about them in a moment. He thought. before looking once again at the still motionless police force. It seemed that everyone was waiting on him. He would make the first move then.
“You there” Bane called as he pointed to a man with a loudspeaker in his hand, yet to be used. “Pass that over here so I don’t have to yell to be heard.” The man paused to a moment, glancing over to his sergeant for permission. “NOW!” Bane roared, causing the white knuckled man to drop the loudspeaker. Bane sighed; this man clearly hadn’t had to deal with a dangerous ‘super’ being before. He looked down as a speaker rolled to his feet; another man on the Force had thrown one, not wanting to wait for the ‘rookie’ to make up his man.
Bane reached down to pick it up, keeping his head up and his blade ready. Once he retrieved it he stood up and turned it on with a click.
“I am not your foe, but I am not your friend either. You may call me Bane, and I do have a purpose here. I will hunt down and destroy all who bred evil, greed, sloth; any trait that is a thorn to society, whether they contain a power or not.” Bane paused for the briefest of moments to let that register before continuing.
“Here lay slain a Shadowmancer, a Psychic and a Leech. They planned to control your city and eventually your world once day. I just saved you from that. Be thankful. I will help you, but should I find you guilty of corruption. Know that you too will lie dead.”
Bane lowered the loudspeaker and wondered now, how he would get out of this. There were a lot of guns. But they could be erased with a simple blaze to the petrol tank of any car. They superhero’s could be convinced to let him leave peacefully. Yes, it could all work out. Then he noticed a small media van and a team of cameras and a reported. Excellent. Now the world knew not to get in his way.
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« Reply #5 on Jun 10, 2008, 7:42pm » | |
"Crap" said the Crusader under his breath. He would never know it, but at exactly the same time at ground level a police sergeant echoed his words.
There were two of them on the street now, both armed with swords. The second man, entering the scene in a shower of glass shards, looked like he wanted to fight the man in the red robes, but so far he had made no move to attack.
Somehow the red-robed man, Bane, had managed to blow up a car. Being as the Crusader couldn't see any grenades around the place, so he figured that the explosion was probably caused by some sort of super power, as yet unknown.
"Ah well," said the Crusader to himself. "Have to die someday."
He stepped off the side of the restaurant he was on, falling nearly two metres in a moment, the energy fields around his feet touching the ground before his boots did and cushioning him from the shock of the fall. As the Crusader stepped toward Bane a pair of tiny impressions remained in the surface of the road.
The Crusader stood tall, only a dozen or so steps from Bane, on almost the opposite side of the area to the one in the coat. His tightly clenched fists, all but crackled with energy, his fingers turning white from the pressure of his grip. Then he spoke, as loudly as he could without shouting, his voice seeming to boom in the sudden silence after Bane's announcement.
"So you think you're worthy of judging the wrongdoers?" asked the Crusader of the man called Bane. "Are we all supposed to trust your reasoning, treat your decisions as correct no matter what? Did anyone else even know that these people had the powers that you claim they had? We have laws for that reason, and if you just ignore them, then you're no better than those 'evildoers' that you just killed."
The Crusader paused, wondering what the encounter would look like on the evening news, and hoping there wouldn’t be footage of him in a body bag.
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« Reply #6 on Jun 13, 2008, 10:18pm » | |
Eledor looked around noting the police presence, and the damnable news. He'd done so well in avoiding them, he shook his head emitting a low growl. Of all the days to be seen by the media, in broad daylight no less. Surveying the area he noted wryly how the area was mostly clear for now. It was remarkable how usually such lazy people could be motivated to move with the threat of death.
He looked at the three dead people, would he have done the same if he had known of their identity, he paused, the thought circulating in his mind for a short moment. he shook his head. "Screw it." he growled, his sleep had been disturbed and he was never in a good mood when that happened.
He swung Soulbinder into the upper stance position, letting his steel gaze fall on Bane finally, "I don't care what these three did, or could've become." He growled, "Ready yourself!"
So saying he charged forwards, his feet covering the distance between them quickly, his coat flapping out behind him.
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« Reply #7 on Jun 17, 2008, 3:30pm » | |
Bane scowled at the red and white man, he expected people to speculate his judgment, but to question him so blatantly? It was outrageous. This man crackled with energy, he was just questioning him it seemed, but openly challenging him. It seemed only right to put him in his place.
“One” Bane started, “What remains of the civilians saw the Shadowmancer and felt the Physic demonstrate power, you’ll have to take my word they were evil. Two - ”
Bane was disrupted by the clocked man. He turned to listen to him finish the sentence and before he could even think up a response to his statement of seeming neutrality. The man charged at him, both hands on his blade. Bane moved his right foot back into a defensive stance and brought Ilith forward, the blade blades connecting with a crash, the strength of this stranger combined with the weight of the blade startled Bane for a moment. He felt himself pushed back and as he moved he brought up his left leg and kicked forward into the man, while doing so pushing himself backwards, towards the Red and white man. Bane span slightly to the side and jumped three steps and turned to face both Men.
Now it seemed they were in a triangle, With Bane facing the main police force, with the Man who had just attacked him on his left and the other on his right. All three were just a dozen steps from each other now.
In a split second Bane’s left hand drew Torar and pointed with it at the man on his left. “f**k you” and pointed Ilith at the man on his right. “f**k you too”.
His brother blades burst into small red flames, running up the blade, licking the air around it.
“I’ll take you both on, but first. Names.”
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« Reply #8 on Jun 29, 2008, 9:11pm » | |
"I am the Crusader," said Paul, his clenched fists seeming to crackle with energy. "That's a pretty good trick you've got there, is that how you blew up that car?"
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Elsewhere the Hunter stirred in its’ prison.
The Hunter held the remnants of a shadowmancer's darkness in what is easiest described as a hand. It had found those three over a decade ago, and seen their potential. If someone had killed them at their peak, the Hunter knew that person would be a worthy challenge for it. But they died far too early. Still there were three now, they might still be worth it.
A small shape, wrapped in black appeared at the Hunter's side, and stared up into the vastness of the prison, to where street scene was suspended upon depthless darkness. "There he is," said the man in black, I want that one."
The Hunter laughed, a sound that seemed to jump straight from its' throat (if it had one), to the bones of the man, turning his legs to mush. He shrunk back out of sight of his master.
The darkness seemed to shrink, the walls of the prison seeming to flow into the centre. The Hunter’s body quickly changed, shrinking, it’s essence being squeezed into a three dimensional body, shedding extra dimensions like sweat. The darkness seemed to part around the creature as it stepped out into the bright light of a new day, the last vestiges of it’s prison being absorbed into its’ diminished form.
“Gather my servants,” the Hunter commanded, with a throat that was poorly constructed for the task. “There is more that I must do here.”
As the servant ran off, the Hunter raised it’s arms, thick bestial things, high above its’ head. A sudden wind cut through the still air, like ice in the heat of day. High above the ruined streets of the emptied hunting grounds a hole appeared, a dark ellipse on the sky, seeming to look down on the Hunter like a massive eye.
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A sudden chill wind wound its way through the streets, blowing through the crowd gathered around the three super powered men. Where the wind touched shadows moved, flowing at the pace of treacle towards the centre of the street, where a thin crack began to form.
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« Reply #9 on Jul 11, 2008, 11:18pm » | |
Just a note Eledor's like in his mid thirties so he considers most people younger then him kids
Eledor smiled, it wasn't what one would consider a pretty sight. This was starting to get interesting, the kid had some skill and some serious power to back it up. And the kid called himself Bane. He would've laughed but then he hadn't laughed in a such a long time, his grin just grew slightly more feral.
He never had much for fake names or identities and he usually kept such a low profile that they never proved necessary, besides his real name was fairly obscure enough as it was.
He looked across at the Crusader, the man wore flashy clothes that was for sure, hopefully he had some useful skills to back them up, he looked back at Bane.
"You can call me Eledor." he announced as he quickly settled into a combat stance, ready to move in any direction in an instant, he just hoped he didn't also carry guns along with those swords, he hated guns.
A chill wind suddenly picked up causing his coat to billow out to the side.
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Karma: 4 | | Re: In the Shadow of Death - Part 1
« Reply #10 on Aug 4, 2008, 12:23pm » | |
"Well now that we've all been introduced I guess we'd better get this over with," said the Crusader. As he spoke, there was a buzzing sound high above them, and a couple of news helicopters began slowly circling the fighters, like vultures.
Energy suddenly pulsed through the Crusader's body, sparking silvery fields around his hands and feet. He took a step, then another, then leapt, covering the distance between him and Bane in a second, his fist held in front of him like a lance, aiming for the centre of the fiery man's chest.
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The Crusader's suit, as given to him by his one time publishers. The white circle once held the logo of a corporate sponsor. |
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