[Evolved] Africa
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Wispyr on 03-06-2016, 20:29:27</h2>
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				Title: <strong>[Evolved] Africa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>03-06-2016, 20:29:27</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">Africa</span></span></div><hr><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">For your scenes that happen anywhere in Africa! Specific locations - cities and such - should be detailed in headers to keep things sorted out.<br><br></span></span><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=8]https://placehold.it/150x200[/img][/floatleft][b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]City | Date | Time:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging | Mentioning:[/b] <br>[b]Content:[/b] <br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Africa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 06:27:31</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">ShadowFox89, Juggtacular</span></strong></span></div><hr><strong>Unknown | August 14, 2017 | Afternoon</strong><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">”Target in sight.” The voice rumbled over the private communications channel. “We've got a lock, are we good to proceed?”<br><br>A long pause fell over the channel. A deep voice rumbled through the mic, “Operation confirmed. Take her down.”<br><br>The drone had been flying well over the city, well beyond the reach to draw any attention to itself. Suddenly the remote operated stealth fighter drone dipped to get into range. The long range telescopic camera was focused on the metro down below, on one street, on one individual in particular. Natasha Kalashnikov, the missions target, was just casually walking down the street. The drone fired its specialized payload into the air over the city – the drone pulled up and drifted away from the detonation zone.<br><br>The little rocket that had been fired whipped through the sky until finally bursting with little more then a 'pop', easily drowned out in the city noise. A fine mist spread like a rolling cloud over the area; and within moments the people around Natasha were falling over. It seemed to be contained to the small group that had been near her to begin with – but when they fell they did so instantly, as if suddenly passing out. That same groggy feeling, one she hadn't felt in quiet some time, began to sink into her until she felt like lead and sleep threatened to over take her. Of course they were foolish enough to believe that dose would knock her out completely, only put her into such a fog that she wouldn't be able to stop the second phase of their plan.<br><br>Two black vehicles stopped in the middle of the street – they'd been caught in traffic, or so it had seemed anyway – and men armed in full tactical gear funneled out. They moved to the side walk where Natasha was and pushed her to the ground. One of them jammed his knee into her back and pushed a small gun down to base of her beck. He tugged the trigger and she could feel a sharp piercing pain that shot into her neck followed by the quiet hiss of an injection pushed forward by air. A quick burning sensation later and that darkness of drug induced sleep gripped her tightly. The men lifted her into the cars and drove off, leaving the civilians to wake up on their own.<br><br>During her trip they continued to apply the injections that kept her near catatonic. How long she was out was anyones guess, but probably a while considering that when she woke up she was standing in some sort of bastardly hot wasteland. A savanna that seemed to stretch endlessly into the distant horizons across flat land. Not terrible far – less then a mile – there were a number of buildings, and noise that sounded like some sort of civilization.<br><br>Then the burning started in the base of her neck, a scalding, branding pain that radiated into her spine. It throbbed and made her muscles tight, wracking her body with pain despite a lack of injuries. More importantly though whatever they had given to her kicked her adrenal gland into over time. Additionally it was clouding her thoughts, something was in her head. Something that was suppressing her ability for rational thought. The left side of her brain was being chemically stimulated in a very unnatural way, her cortisol production was being stemmed, and the testosterone production was suddenly way up...<br><br></span><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Africa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 05:55:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Natasa Kalashkinov<br><strong> Unknown | August 14, 2017 | Afternoon</strong> <br><strong> Tagging: Atlas </strong> <br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;Natasa was enjoying the bit of time off she had after that last job, pocket full of cash. She couldn't decide which to hit first, the strip clubs or bars. The bar at the strip clubs wasn't a good choice, the booze they had there was just cheap shit to get people drunk. It was hard enough for her to get drunk already. Eh, what the hell though. She could always grab the first flight out. Maybe hunt down Kumiho for some fun.<br><br>&nbsp;She heard the rocket 'pop' before she saw it, turning around to try and see where it was. She swore as the gas started to spread. "Oh you've got to be fucking shitting me."<br><br>&nbsp;Natasa had a moment before she dropped to one knee. Some fucker was going to get their ass handed to them when she shook off the gas. Any moment... just how much gas did they stuff in the damn canister? As she tried to get up, the redhead felt someone push their knee into her back, followed by a sting in the back of her neck. Then, everything went dark.<br><br>&nbsp;When she came to, Natasa was coughing and wheezing. There was a burning pain... everywhere. It felt like that time when she fought that Evo who's power was to literally create the sensation of pain in someone. Her chest was tight, body hot. The pain was dulling all of her other senses. And it pissed her off. It had to be someone causing it, surely. There had to be a reason. And she'd be damned if she wasn't going to find that reason and tear it apart until it stopped.<br><br>&nbsp;Looking around, Natasa tried to find something, anything, that could be the source. A village. That had to be the source. It was the only possibility. The powerhouse rushed towards the buildings as fast as possible, moving flat out. As she approached, Natasa jumped into the air, ready to bring her fists down on the first thing that got in her way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Africa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 16:38:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/idris_elba/fotos/19406/idris_elba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adektokunbo Ojore Zavimbi | Atlas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388244#msg12388244)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> EPRF's Mt. Fuji HQ | 08//14/2016 | Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Natasha<br><strong>Content:</strong> Saving a village<br><hr><br>Zavimbi was a busy man, evidenced by his fingers furiously typing against his keyboard as they had been for the past forty-five minutes. Corresponding with other cells across the globe, groups sympathizing with them, and those thinking of joining forces. It was all time consuming, but well worth his time. It was pretty boring though, but being the leader in an organization like this wasn't meant to be fun. It was a serious job that he took seriously. <br><br>And he was good at it, so if he kept this up, one day the EPRF would definitely accomplish the goals he'd started out with. He planned to be in this for the long haul, doing the administrative duties that helped keep this place running, but something tonight would change that. The soft music playing around him was interrupted by a suddenly manifesting holographic screen. "Zavimbi, Zavimbi! We have problems!" Eyes widening, he stood to his feet and looked at the frantic man on the screen. <br><br>"William, what's wrong?!" "Sir, there is an Evolved rampaging through a nearby village. There is no reason for her attack, she seems to be berserk! I'm sending you the coordinates, hurry before she destroys everything!!" The screen blinked and turned black, the picture being replaced with longitudinal and latitudinal coordinates. This was why he called himself Atlas. The titan was the strongest of all of them, and when the Gods won, he was commanded to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders due to such great power. Zavimbi was the same. He would use all the powers blessed to him to fight for his people and bear the weight of the world if necessary. "She must be stopped; no matter the cost." Sighing, and praying he wouldn't have to kill this woman, his eyes glowed red and he was then swallowed by the Earth itself.<br><br>---A Short While Later---<br><br>The Earth trembled before Atlas appeared from it, dirt and grime tumbling off of his like water rolling off a duck. The scene was not pretty. Buildings were partially destroyed; huts were obliterated. It was carnage. And there at the center of it all was a woman. He'd never seen her before, but her strength was impressive. Impressive enough that he needed to stop her immediately. She was in the air, falling toward the ground with her fist outstretched when he arrived. Rushing over to her, he crossed both arms together over his head to block her strike. "Stop this madness! Before I am forced to stop you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Africa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 02:50:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Natasa Kalashkinov<br><strong> Unknown | August 14, 2017 | Afternoon</strong> <br><strong> Tagging: Atlas </strong> <br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;Natasa snarled as she heard the ground tremble. Something was coming, something big. Didn't really matter, she was gonna try to hit it anyway. Whatever it was, it was probably the cause of this PAIN that was GOING all THROUGH her body. As a man appeared from within the ground, Natasa turned her attention to him. He had to be the cause, and she would make him stop. She slammed her fist into a wall, turning it to dust. "YOU! MAKE THIS STOP!" she shouted, charging at him. There was no finesse to her attack, just raw rage directed at one point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Africa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 08:49:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/idris_elba/fotos/19406/idris_elba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adektokunbo Ojore Zavimbi | Atlas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388244#msg12388244)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> EPRF's Mt. Fuji HQ | 08//14/2016 | Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Natasha<br><strong>Content:</strong> Saving a village<br><hr><br>His eyes widened when the berserk woman struck a wall and pulverized it into dust and bits of debris. A single blow did all that. He couldn't help but be impressed at her might. "Stay away! Her blows are very powerful!" At the same time, a purplish whorling portal opened up. A small group of men and women poured through, scrambling around with military level efficiency. "Boss is gonna keep the crazy lady busy; our job is to evacuate the people and secure the village once they're gone! Minimize as much damage as possible. Go, go, go!!!" <br><br>So, members of the EPRF's Hazard unit utilized their training and their highly honed abilities to begin to make sure this woman's rampage would cause as few injuries, casualties, and as little structural damage as possible. The woman shouted at him, telling him to make something stop. He'd grown up around enough fighting to know a drug induced rage when he saw one. This wasn't just raw anger though. This was something debilitating her, forcing her to rampage. He would be her target then. "Come then! Let us see if I can assist you!"<br><br>&nbsp;He snarled and bent his knees, and when he felt the immense pressure from her ram into him, he twisted his hips and grabbed at her shirt. Completing the maneuver, he used his own highly enhanced strength combined with her momentum to fling her into a low stone building that had been thankfully condemned and was nothing more than a demolition target anyway. Her power was insane, but her rage was robbing her of an and all skill or training. She was a raging beast, which gave him the advantage. "I can fight you all day long, as long as it takes! Come and test the might of Atlas!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Africa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>27-06-2016, 07:39:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Natasa Kalashkinov<br><strong> Unknown | August 14, 2017 | Afternoon</strong> <br><strong> Tagging: Atlas </strong> <br><strong>Content:</strong> <br><hr><br>&nbsp;Natasa grunted as she was thrown through the building. She throw the rubble off of her, moving a slab of stone away. Standing up, she shook the dust off of her and turned towards Atlast. <strong>"Assist me? You're the cause of this!"</strong> Natasa shouted, grabbing a slab of rubble. Natasa threw it towards Atlas, but didn't bother seeing if it connected. She was already charging at him at full speed, grabbing another piece of a wall as she did. As the first section of building came flying towards him, Natasa would slam another section of building down at the giant of a man. She had no intention of letting up, seeing him as the source of her pain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Africa</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 15:55:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/idris_elba/fotos/19406/idris_elba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adektokunbo Ojore Zavimbi | Atlas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388244#msg12388244)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> EPRF's Mt. Fuji HQ | 08//14/2016 | Afternoon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Natasha<br><strong>Content:</strong> Saving a village<br><hr><br>He couldn't afford to take his eyes off of Natasha for long, but the quick glimpses around showed his men doing their jobs. People were swiftly being evacuated, and the remaining buildings were being reinforced to minimize the inevitable damage that would be done here today. At least he knew that after this woman was dealt with, they could come back, make the village better and safer for these people who clearly needed it. And like he'd thought, this woman was very tough. <br><br>Not many would have stood up after his counterattack, much less stand up immediately and get right back into the fight. Canting his head to the side, he watched her throw a slab of building at him. A wave of his hand and the slab seemed to deconstruct, turning into dust before reaching him. The dust however obscured his vision for a moment, and that was when he felt the second piece slam onto his head and his back.<br><br>&nbsp;The force pushed him down into the ground while the stone slab shattered on his frame at the same time. From the imprint of his body on the ground, he put his hands below him and pushed up before being sucked into the ground and disappearing completely. When he reappeared, it was about 10 feet away. Then he threw a punch, causing a fist the size of a buick and made of mud and stone to slam toward Natasha.
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