You Have My Attention [Scaled] May 25, 2020 15:53:24 GMT -4
Post by Sonya Chernova on May 25, 2020 15:53:24 GMT -4
This thread is under the effect of scaling at the consent of the participants. Power levels have been tilted in favor of non-students for the purposes of storytelling. This thread is not death enabled. The purpose of this thread is to provide a life changing event for the participating characters.
An earth shattering sound rattled the ground followed by a spray of fire and glass. Debris scattered this way and that, smoke plumed, screams rose and fell as the living joined the procession to the feet of Ereskigal. Another blast, fire battered against exposed skin, warming the body to the point of small beads of sweat. Gunfire in the distance; like little pop pop pops of bubble wrap being stepped upon. Laughter subsumed it all, shouts and jeers of men and women indulging themselves in a dance of madness and bloodshed. Another plume of smoke blew through the air as a quirker used his powers to cause the side of a small building to erupt with a single blast. The smoke blew over her; she closed her eyes, letting it soak into her skin before looking up at the orange-red stained and starless sky. Not a mote of light from the sun, even the moon was nearly obscured. Active UV Radiation was at its lowest point right now.
Ishtar looked at her hand, coiling her fingers around a whisp of white light that danced across her skin like some delicate little creature. She smiled at it, turning her hand over and letting it play about while another building full of civilians was torn into by those she'd set free. Screams rose, pleas for mercy, sobs. Ishtar lowered her hand and looked up at the slowly marching wave of destruction as it inched its path towards the heart of Tokyo. Somewhere in the distance a great ape quirker who had escaped the prison was engaged with a monstrous hero. She recognized the shape of the figure from the Sports Festival viewing. Her mechanical eyes focused and refocused in the evershifting light sources; heroes had begun to fight back. Vigilantes were on the move. Even the UA students were participating. Everyone was here.
She smiled, her respirator mask concealing most of her face. Her silver hair glittered with a diamond like sparkle that partially hid the color. Her uniform, one designed to appear like a military uniform, was an-off white grey accompanied by black straps. She took a few steps forward, stepping off the side of the building and onto something white and glowing beneath her feet. Her high heels clicked against it. She made her way down a line of glowing steps that appeared and vanished as she moved, not once changing her direction before she got to the ground. She stopped when the sound of something hitting the ground caught her attention. She glanced over her shoulder; pink eyes glowing with a murderous light and saw a man standing with his arms crossed against his barrel chest.
A few criminals nearby stopped to watch, one of them muttering under his breath to the others. They didn't intervene on her behalf, a few actually watched hungrily to see if they could get a good hit in on their new 'leader'. She smirked, fine. A small breath escaped her lips and the hiss of the respirator filled the air. For some reason it seemed loud in her ears despite the chaos around them. The man frowned; "You must be Ishtar," He said, tapping his ear. "You make a distinct sound," He said and crouched, eager to leap at her. She tilted her head, squinting. She didn't recognize him. Some minor pro no doubt. She followed the way his eyes moved, they canted slightly past her, to the right. Not to get someone's attention or confirm something... he was watching someone, wary. Nervous? Ah...
She pointed at him; "Look at you, a true detective," She rasped, a flash of white light followed her words, something...cold sizzled the air. The ground behind her frosted over, the air tingled and began to reek of an acrid... horrible... rotten smell. The dazzling effects of the light lasted only a half instant before they passed; revealing the hero gripping his side. He looked at the wound, eyes wide, his torso was blackened and burned, he dropped to a knee and coughed; bile spewing from his lips, he struggled to stand, to fight, to save even his own life. Live another day, save more lives elsewhere. She glanced over her shoulder and turned to face where he had been looking. Four shapes disappeared into an alley just across the street.
"I think your backup just abandoned you," She said, and turned to look at the two criminals who had been eagerly waiting for a chance to kill her. "Kill him," She pointed at the hero and began to walk. No monologue, no ceremony, no gloating. Those were the games of a novice. She had bigger prey to toy with now. They hadn't attacked her, but they obviously weren't civilians-they didn't make a sound. Her eyes narrowed. The heroes couldn't possibly have chosen to send students out here. No, it had to be something else. She began her march toward the alley, fingers crackling with white light. "...I'm going hunting."
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