Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Atria</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 04:04:54</strong>
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				OOC, App there: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250603.0<br><br>Darkness and slime. That was the last thing he remembered before he began undergoing Terrigenesis. In what seemed like a few seconds to him, several days had passed, he fell out of his cocoon. "Ugh... Dios Mio..." He muttered as he stood up, wiping the ooze off of his face. "What in the world?" Looking down at himself, he didn't seem or feel any different. He'd seen many Inhumans on the news, many looked quite alien, but he didn't look like he had changed a bit. He felt, fine, good even. He lost some weight for certain, but he figured if that's all that happened to him, he got off easy. He went right back inside his house to see that his girlfriend, Michelle, who was spending the night, was in a giant green cocoon. Nick immediately began to worry. The cloud hit them at pretty much the same time, so she should've woken up by now, and yet she was still inside hers. Which was of course worrying to him. The he remembered that the Inhumans ran around and helping the people effected by the cloud. So it was simple, all he had to do was find them and see if they could help her!<br><br>Running to the front door, not realizing that Michelle had locked it, he twisted the knob and immediately the door snapped right off the hinges. It was open, and now all over the floor. "Dammit!" It would've been the coolest thing he'd ever seen himself do were it not for the fact that he was terrified for Michelle's life. He ran off the front porch, missing the last step, tripped, and landed on the stone sidewalk head first. To him it felt like he hit a large Styrofoam wall. He didn't so much as feel it, but there was a large head shaped dent in the stone right where he landed. Once he stood up, he was going to run, but upon flexing his leg and slamming it on the ground, she shot himself a good 200 feet into the air... And then gravity kicked back in and he fell. Nick curled up into a ball out of reflex despite his apparent invulnerability and waited for the impact that never came. A solid ten seconds went by before he opened his eyes and saw that he was floating a good ten feet off of the ground. "I can fly? Holy shit, I can fly. Yeah, this'll make things a bit easier. Up up, and away!" He shouted pointing to the sky with his hands, but remained stationary. <br><br>"Forward! Fly? Go! Umm... Shazam?" The thing about things happening reflexively is that you really don't always know how it actually works, and Nick was in that predicament. Once he thought about it, he found himself floating up into the sky. He never really had a fear of heights, but then again, he couldn't fly before now either. "Okay, now fly straight!" It seemed to be somewhat automatic, all he really had to do was think about it and his body took care of the rest. Once he figured it out, he flew faster and faster, almost forgetting why he was out there in the first place, until he caught sight of what was an Inhuman transport vessel, and aimed towards that at mach 5. It took only seconds for him to fly up to the stationary vessel... Only for him to realize 20 feet away from the ship's bridge that he didn't know how to stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 03:23:45</strong>
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				Time was the only thing Scarlet had lots of. There was no up, no down, left or right. In this mutlicoloured space the colours changed quicker than her heart beat. At first the constant shifting and lack of direction had made her sick to her stomach. Then it had driven her to shouting. Now with her eyes closed, she floated, crossed legged, end over end, corkscrewing through where ever here was.<br><br>A portion of her kicked herself for being so quick to jump into an alien portal. Another part of her was happy to be experiencing something no one else would. Another part of her missed her older brothers, her Da and Mum. She missed how Gav would ruffle her hair, tease her for being so tiny. She would always float off the ground and turn the tables on her brother. Giving out the noggies instead of receiving them. She missed doing Kata's with Jim, or breakfast her mum would make... or listening her to Da puttering around in the garage.<br><br>Her stomach growled. It'd been a while since she'd last eaten. Probably a least a day. It wasn't that she didn't have food. She resupplied whenever the portal opened. When it spit her out into some new world, some new dimension. Most times she was helping to thwart some major cataclysm or crime. Other times she was just observing a planet's final moments. She'd been through ten jumps. Popping out where she was needed and then vanishing when her mission was completed. Whatever her mission was... it always made sure to feed Scarlet. Not as well as she'd like, but enough so she could use her Ki.<br><br>She wouldn't consider herself a spiritual person. Understanding of the spirit came through mastery of oneself, or so her Da said. But she believed this portal was from a higher power of some sort. She continued to float, letting the environment shift around her and push her and pull her. She could feel the buzzing in her temples as the energy began to change. A new portal. Casually she opened her eyes and stared into a blue sky. Continuing to sit she righted herself and floated out of the portal. She'd undone her pony tail so a red stream of hair floated around her. Her eyes focused on the scene around her. Rolling grassy knolls, blue sky and not the sound of anything. Touching down Scarlet stood, took a deep breath and began to walk in the direction the portal had opened. Whatever had dropped her hear would make itself known soon enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RPG33K</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 23:56:09</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Daniel Carter-Centropolis</span></span></strong><br>The crowds wrapped around us, preventing either of us from a attempted escape. Their chants, boos and cries pushing us forward. Bets being placed and taken every which way. Money exchanging hands as the odds and prize money climbed ever higher. The wager now was that I could not take down the six guys teamed up against me. Earning me thousands in cash provided I won. But thats not why I do it. In times past, I have fought in the name of many things. When I was a kid, it was bullies which I traded blows with. Fighting for acceptance. When I was known as the 'Centropolis Knight' it was for fame. Boxing my way up all the way to the National Championships. After ruining my shot at the World Championship with street fighting, I gave thugs and crime bosses dates with the pavement in the name of justice alongside the Outriders. Now, I am once again fighting illegally, why?<br><br>I'm bored.<br><br>No matter the paint washed over it. No matter the message I claim to be sending. It all hides a simple truth. Asking why I fight is like asking why a fire burns. It's simply it's nature. Some ask better questions, like what is worth fighting for. Me? I ask a more basic question. One I thought about as I intercepted the nearest man's kick and broke his knee with a elbow strike.<br><br><em>Who's next?</em><br><br>The man dropped hard to the pavement as he rolled away. The other five men each edging in from different directions. The one to my left plainly knew some form of martial art, his stance was very practiced and fluid. The two to my right were more accurately described as brawlers. Burly men, one armed with a lead pipe. The final two were in my blind spot, not in my field of vision but regardless I could feel their presence just hovering behind me. The first one to move was the large man armed with the pipe, as he lounged at me, swing the pipe overhead. Catching it the force stung my hand as I jerked the pipe away from him and cracked it along his ribs, sending him reeling over and then targeting his back up as I let the pipe fall to the pavement and went into a fast paced boxing charge against the third target, tanking a full haymaker punch to my cheek as I advanced undeterred striking him three quick times successively in the gut.<br><br>This was enough to finally bring the number of opponents to three. It was then that the two behind me each grabbed hold of an arm. As I jerked both arms attempting to break free the man in front of me finally made his move. With precision and training the man launched a burst of strikes to my upper chest, each blow hitting with great force as blood seeped from my mouth as his foot collided against my face from a shrieking round house kick.<br><br>The two men dropped me as I hit the ground for a second, blood starting to slowly stain my white tee shirt. The martial artist stood over me, supposedly checking to see if the fight was finally over. The answer lay in the crushing uppercut I threw. The uproar of the crowd toned down as the man fell to the ground with a thud, slowly rising. The two who stood behind me started to back off. Following the old rule of scattering once the best of them fell.<br><br>Money changed hands as I wiped blood from my lip with the back of my hand. The disappointed groans of the losing betters was drowned out by a series of sirens. The crowd turned to a panicked atmosphere as everyone scattered like cockroaches when the light is turned on. All except me. I stood in the middle of the storm until I was now standing in the middle of the back alley surrounded by police. A tall blonde man in a blue uniform stepped closer, his blue eyes meeting my own. "Daniel Carter." He echoed, lighting a cigarette as he spoke to me. "Tell me, if I placed you under arrest, would you come quietly?" I gave a slight smirk. "That depends." I answered. Flicking the ash from his cigarette he responded. "Depends on what?" I crossed my arms as I answered his question. "If you can knock me out." The cop snickered as the other officers tensed up but he waved them off.<br><br>"Consider this a warning. A acknowledgement of what you have done for this city. You can go, but if you keep this up. You will end up a prisoner of the very city you took so many beatings to protect. Think it over." I shrugged as I walked away, waving them off. Appreciating the gesture, but nothing he said was&nbsp; anything I didn't know. <br><br>After all, what other fate is there for those whose only skill is fighting with no war to justify it?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 02:59:06</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: Scarlet<br>Location: Unknown Dimension<br>Time: Unknown<br>Mission: Unknown<br>Mood: Pensive</strong></span><br><hr>Her portal, the portal, had popped her out in the middle of a large park. It was like being in King Richmond's park back home or so it had seemed at first. She'd heard the shouting only barely before she saw it. A massive group of human males crowding, jeering and... betting? That wasn't something she was expecting to see since gambling on her planet was strictly controlled.<br><br>She tried pressing her way through the crowd but that didn't seem to be accomplishing much. She could hear the sounds of an intense scuffle several men fighting and beating on one another. She grit her teeth and used a bit of her Ki to fuel her muscles. Scarlet's stomach growled in protest but using her new extra muscles she was able to push through the crowd as one man snatched a pipe from somewhere, clubbed another man and then moved on to beating the others arrayed against him.<br><br>To an outside observer this fight was one sided. Just not in the way others would think. This was clearly the man's fight. The others against him just didn't realize that. And sure enough in quick succession the fight was over with the man victorious. She turned to look around, watching as the people fled from the sirens. Looking around, she darted back into a shadow in the alley and crouched down. She didn't like the look of this and until she got a better understanding it wouldn't do to act to quickly. Though that man probably needed a lesson.<br><br>She didn't catch every word said between the authority and this man, something about prisoner, beatings and protect and a vague warning for him to think it over. She chewed on her nail in thought as the man turned away and went his own path. As soon as the constables cleared out Scarlet stepped out of the shadows and began trailing after this man.<br><br><strong>"Oi!"</strong> She shouted. <strong>"Stop!"</strong> She didn't run after him, she wouldn't need to. She was pretty sure even with as depleted as she felt she could catch him, either running or flying. <strong>"That bobby, let ya off lightly,"</strong> she said. <strong>"Ya shouldn' go pickin' on chaps not in yer league."</strong> As she drew closer she was both a little shocked at his height and also by the sheer attitude he had. This was a person who'd come into fighting on the side of chaos and disorder, not balance and direction. She stepped lightly into a defensive side stance. If he took offense at her warning and struck she'd deflect and absorb. If he didn't see fit to listen to reason she'd shut him down. And then get something to eat. Her stomach growled acknowledgement to the latter. Maybe a few royale robin burgers. If they had good greasy burgers around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RPG33K</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 05:55:58</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Daniel Carter-Centropolis</strong></span></span><br>I had barely stepped out of reach of the officer's when a young and somewhat higher pitched voice called out to me. Displaying the new challenger as a young girl. I stopped in my tracks before I turned around to face her. Then listening to her accent, which from her speech kinda reminded me of a English origin. Finally turning to face her, the woman was rather unremarkable, unimposing and unimpressive in every imaginable way. Her stature was short, even for a woman. She could not have been more than five feet tall, at first almost convincing me to pass her off as nothing more than a child. Her long scarlet red hair, and small frame conflicted with the air and stance of a fighter. <br><br>She was not what she seemed to be. And that...meant she could be entertaining. I stretched an arm as I answered her.<br><br>"Thats hard to do...especially since I am in a league of my own around here." She was clearly a foreigner, and I doubted she knows who I am. That suited me just fine. My days of being important as a person are over anyways. I spent several moments sizing this girl up. Trying to judge if she was just trying to intimidate me, or if she actually knew what she was doing. But there was something about her, something which convinced me that a fight with her would not be a bullying act. Stepping closer I spoke in a very nonchalant tone as I cracked my fists.<br><br>"Let's see if you can relieve my boredom..." I droned as I dove closer to her. Aware of beings called 'Metahumans' and 'Mutants' but having no idea the small girl in front of me had the power to qualify as one. My fists were loaded in front of me cocked just beneath my chin betraying my past as a professional boxer. Throwing two very fast but light right jabs, intended to set her off balance with speed surprising for my height and build. Then, switching up as I feigned with a third right jab I shot forward with a canon of a left punch, packed with enough power to bust a hole into a wall as my reach seemed to provide yet another obstacle for the young challenger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 02:28:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: Scarlet<br>Location: Unknown Dimension<br>Time: Unknown<br>Mission: Unknown<br>Mood: Combative</strong></span><br><hr><br>Scarlet shouldn't have been shocked when the other man came at her. She'd approached him and made her declaration. But his movements were surprisingly quick for a man of his size. She didn't move though. She knew her disadvantage in a fight. She couldn't let him keep her at arm's length.<br><br>When his jabs came in she batted them away easily with her right hand and back to her defensive position fast enough that there was an almost audible crack. She moved to intercept the third right jab he threw watching as his hips shifted only slightly and his left arm shot out. Scarlet closed her eye on that side and waited for the punch. A test to see how strong this man would be.<br><br>When the blow landed she could feel the sting of his bare fist against her face. Braced her legs to be kept from being pushed back and out of his reach, she instead rolled with the blow down and out. As he leaned back she stood back up. Her face slightly red from the blow. She didn't bat and eye as she judged him. She wondered if he could feel the heat of her Ki coming off her body with that blow.<br><br>He was strong, that would have been a punch that would have knocked her completely out if she didn't bolster her defense with her tremendous internal Ki. After a moment she smiled. <strong>"Yer right about one thing, Bucko," </strong> she said pleasantly. <strong>"Yer in your own league." </strong> She brought her feet together and bowed as they taught in Kung Fu. <strong>"If you'd hit someone with yer dukes like that I think the bobby woulda hauled ya away. Me, well... I'm made o' sterner stuff than the lot you fight." </strong> She tried not to sound to superior about it, but nor should she be humble about herself. She was after all the first enhanced on her planet.<br><br>Not giving the man a chance to anticipate she shifted into a horse stance and struck out with a simple straight punch to center mass, she sometimes had trouble estimating how strong another person was. She really hoped she judged right and she was only hitting him as hard as he'd hit her a moment ago, or hopefully a little less hard. She also hoped he could take the same type of blow he could dish out. She didn't want to accidently injure him but she couldn't leave someone like him to just rampage around the city.<br><br>She moved closer, trying to get well within his reach without using too much energy. Her stomach growled angrily with each passing second, it probably sounded like a wild beast. As he moved she moved, sliding first left then right and then back and forward. Letting his motion and energy dictate the course of the fight while she reflected and directed as much of the energy back towards him. Trying to tire him out without doing the same to herself.<br><br><strong>"I don't suppose ya'd just throw in the towel without me hurtin' ya would ya? Agree ta go peacful, be a good chap an' all that rot?" </strong> Scarlet lightly touched her hand to his side again, this time just tapping his rib. <strong>"Seriously? Ya get yer jollies wailin' on people?" </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RPG33K</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 17:37:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Daniel Carter-Centropolis</strong></span></span><br>In every fight, there is usually a moment where one realizes too late...that they fucked up. That the one they were fighting was way beyond their own limits. When that realization inevitably hits, it's usually met with instinctual fear and a escape plan. Fights are rarely between equals. In most cases, someone is almost always obviously outmatched. Thats why the average street fight on average lasts about four seconds. I was now at that moment, or I should have been, if I did not find the prospect of fighting someone classified as a metahuman. A being potentially capable of killing me in a single blow absolutely exhilarating. I knew it from the moment my left hook connected to her cheek. From the way she fell, no leaned backwards with the blow, to how she stood herself back up without so much a flinch, groan or yelp. The only evidence I hit her at all was a slight red mark as if I had lightly smacked her with an open hand. Her whole reaction was controlled, not the reaction of a young woman who tanked a hit which would drop any grown man.<br><br>Did I hurt her? <em>Hell, I did not even knock her off balance.</em><br><br>Her next movement was something I was not expecting. Bringing both feet together she bowed as if this was a formal sparing lesson. Then, she verbalized what I already knew by now. That she would not go down with a single punch from me like most men, and likely, not at all. I straightened up and looked down at her, rubbing my fist.<br><br>"Ya know. I haven't been the underdog since grade school. It's been so long I almost forgot what it felt like. To fight someone way out of my league. And your still holding back..." I then resumed into a fighting position, leaning forward once more like a boxer. Bouncing lightly on my feet. "I will hand it to ya, your certainly not boring." And just like that the fight was back on. She struck first, a quick precise strike right on my center chest. It was roughly equal to the force I inflicted upon her, the only difference was, that I am no 'super'. <br><br>The strike knock me back about two paces, and after a moment I was back in play. Dancing around her, launching a volley of fast paced jabs and punches which she blocked and redirected rather quickly and easily. But my stamina was still sound, as a fighter I have great power. I have even greater speed. But my greatest ability is neither of those. Rather it's an almost inhuman stamina and endurance. Without which I never would have been able to fight long enough to brawl my way through the streets as a Outrider vigilante. I have always been able to fight on long past most others would exhaust themselves. The small red haird girl then landed another strike, this one on my ribs makind a audible cracking sound. <br><br>Despite fracturing the rib, and once more attempting to talk me down, I made little to no physical indication of pain. In fact, I had barely slowed down at all "Come on, lighten up will ya! You act like your not having any fun at all!" I did know however I would need to change tactics. Using my superior size, this time I surged forward with a powerful overhead strike. Hoping that her shorter stature would make it more difficult to block an overhead attack. "Besides..." I droned on. "What are you worried about? <em>You</em> obviously are not getting hurt." Two things were now certain.<br><br>The first, was that I am going to lose this fight.<br><br>The second?<br><br>Well, I simply don't care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 02:43:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: Scarlet<br>Location: Unknown Dimension<br>Time: Unknown<br>Mission: Unknown<br>Mood: Apprehensive</strong></span><br><hr><br>Scarlet let out a slight grimace as her punch connected with the man and he didn't even so much as grunt. She was truly in awe when she heard the shattering of his rib and he still didn't react. Did he have pain receptors? She didn't want to hurt him, just... stop him.<br><br><strong>"Course I'm holdin' back!" </strong> Scarlet snapped. <strong>"Ya daft? I don' wanna kill ya! What sorta loon would wanna fight me all out?" </strong> She eyed her opponent up and down trying to think of the best way to put him down without hurting him. She could tell by the way he fought he was probably mostly self taught. Skilled to be sure, but he hadn't spent years mastering the martial arts like she had.<br><br>As she leaned back from a quick blow she slid in close to him hoping to position her back to him and throw him. He had other ideas though and she was completely out of sync with his motions as he brought his hand down in an overhead blow. His entire body moving into the blow to put not just strength but body weight and height into it. Scarlet quickly moved to block the blow above her head but her positioning was such that she didn't have the footing to rebuff such a strike. He drove her to her knees with that blow.<br><br>Struggle or press as he wanted though Scarlet would not let go of that arm. Being lifted bodily from the ground by his great strength and size. She hung to his arm for several seconds before she smiled. <strong>"Aight," </strong> she said cordially. <strong>"Suppose I best step it up," </strong> she said conversationally. She let go but continued to float where she stood. <strong>"Yer sure this is what y--"</strong> Scarlet stopped in mid sentence as the man let out a powerful blow to her now completely exposed midsection.<br><br>The punch sent her rocking back slightly and she shook her head, landing lightly on the ground, she was getting cocky and careless. Carelessness was the enemy of a martial artist, she reminded herself. Her feet moving so they were shoulder width apart while her elbows tucked into towards her sides with her palms facing out. She tucked her chin towards her chest and grinned. Her stance was such so that her left leg and left arm were forward slightly. She lashed forward with a kick aimed for his center mass, straight legged, with just enough oomph that should it hit she'd be able to charge forward with her shoulder and then move onto pummeling his injured side. She really hoped he wasn't immune to feeling damage. She'd never fought anyone who was immune to blows. Would she have to start using nerve strikes? And if that didn't work would she need to Ki blast him?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RPG33K</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 20:14:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Daniel Carter-Centropolis</strong></span></span><br>The overhead blow managed to collapse her, but it was obvious she was still trying to find that balance of force between fighting me and hurting me. Ironically she was far more concerned with my health than I am. Lifting her up, with her still attached to my arm it was almost comical. The small girl was clearly not physically affected by the fight. As I began to mentally piece together her abilities myself. She was a metahuman, that much is certain. But that is a wide category. Can she lift boulders? Destroy buildings? Or wipe out a city? Regardless, its all the same to me. In a contest of strength, I lose. <br><br>It's just the world I live in. Where a large street fighter such as myself who has fist fought his way to stardom and nearly prison...can be defeated by a teenage red haired girl weighing roughly 120lbs and by the looks of her floating, can apparently fly. I was starting to see her point, enjoying the fight or not, handled this way it was a waste of time. <br><br>Floating there she began to jabber, leaving herself wide open. "Aight, Suppose I best step it up...Yer sure this is what y--" Then without warning I unleashed a single quick blow into her gut, a real cheap shot but...she was just asking for it. I cockily countered her brief speech.<br><br>"You may be able to take a hit from a bullet train, but that's no excuse to get sloppy." I quiped in a playful tone. Despite the pain shooting through my body, it was clearI found some level of enjoyment out of this. As if this was a game to me. A game where the points are counted via fractured bones and bruises. As if to illustrate that, the young super blitzted me right in my midsection.<br><br>First, it was just a straight level kick which heavily staggered me, ok...thats one thing but the charge where she firmly planted her shoulder right into the same spot as the kick which would had floored my ass immediately but I was staggered just inches away from a brick wall, so her charge just shoved my back violently against it, pinned between herself and a literal hard place as she pummeled my wounded side. <br><br>To say the pain was excruciating was an understatement. My teeth were essentially biting bullets to prevent yelling out. One arm was tied up behind me, pressed between my back and the wall. Leaving only one arm to fight her off with. I brought it down on her back like a hammer to no affect, then I tried to slam my knee into her chest with the same results. Finally I was about to try landing a punch to the left side of her face when another voice broke the sounds of our fight.<br><br>"ENOUGH!"<br><br><div align="center">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/answers/2298000/2298559_1325299310448.64res_400_300.jpg)</div>The voice belonged to a seventeen year old girl named Rebecca Lin. 'Becca' to her friends. A local third generation chinese american who despite her age was still three inches taller than the red headed powerhouse I was fighting now. With a penchant for following me around. Even being as young and small as she was though she had the effect of calming me down with just a vocal command. In a moment, I stopped struggling and simply made the call. "I give up." I had no interest in being beaten down in front of one of the few friends I have left. As the young fighter slowly loosened her grip on me, perhaps unsure if my forfeit was genuine I finally spoke up again. "I don't think I ever got your name...I'm Daniel." But true to her form, Becca again stepped in. "He's not just Daniel, he's the <em>Centropolis Knight</em>, the best boxer to ever come out of the city. Some say the best since Muhammad Ali. A few years back he even eliminated organized crime in the city with his bare hands. There were others helping him, but he's the best. You just made the best street fighter this town has to offer look like a total fake." If it was not obvious before that she was a fan, it was painfully obvious now.<br><br>"Yeah...that..." I mumbled nonchalantly seemingly uninterested in my own story as I rubbed my side. Expecting the girl to not be too impressed either, considering her own ability. I then decided it would probably be better if we tried or introduction again, and alone. "Listen, why don't we go someplace less public. I get the feeling you aren't from around here and it's getting dark." I then cast a playful gaze at Becca. "Probably past your bedtime." I teased. Her face got red as she barked back, it was obvious we interact this way often. "I will be eighteen in three days!" She countered embarrassed. I then ignored the tantrum Becca seemed about to unleash as I addressed the mysterious stranger one more time. <br><br>"So, what do you say? Will ya stick around a while? Or are ya just passing through?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infinite Justice: Gods and Monsters (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 02:52:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Name: Scarlet<br>Location: Centropolis?<br>Time: Late...<br>Mission: Unknown<br>Mood: Relieved</strong></span><br><hr><br>Scarlet paused her open palm strike scant centimeters from the man's sternum. Who in the world was daft enough to get this close to a fight? As the man spoke Scarlet looked up, blinking. She was positive the confusion shown on her face. Daniel? Scarlet frowned and took a small step back, taking her out of his reach. She was glad for the break. She wasn't sure how much more she could do holding back against this man. And her stomach was eating itself.<br><br>With the approach of the woman Scarlet brought her attention to her, feeling a little annoyed that new comer was taller than she herself was. She prattled names at Scarlet who had no idea where this Centropolis was or who Muhammad Ali was. She clearly wasn't in her dimension, or if she was, it wasn't her time anymore. Scarlet bowed low, her right hand over her closed left fist. She bowed first to Daniel and then to the other girl.<br><br>Scarlet straightened up, a smile on her face. <strong>"Name's Scarlet Mitchell, Codename: Alpha." </strong> Her stomach growled at her, and she covered it with one hand. <strong>"If we're off ta someplace more private, can we stop an' pick up some food along the way?" </strong> She grinned, her face turning almost as red as her hair. <strong>"Bout six pizz's should do the trick for a bit, fer me. An' a few milkshakes to wash it down with." </strong><br><br>She regarded the two of them with a serious gaze her smile still present. <strong>"Ta be honest, not ta sure how long I'll be here. Sorta hopin' dimensions," </strong> she said. <strong>"A portal chuck'd me out in a park an' I just started walkin'. I saw ya go pugilist on that lot earlier and then get mouthy with the bobby an' I had ta step in." </strong> Scarlet giggles nervously. <strong>"Wish'd I'd heard more. Might not of broke yer rib. Ya awright?" </strong><br><br>She stuck out her hand palm up in a form of a greeting.<br>
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