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Fanatically Fanatic // Tabitha, Enzo, Asher, Lynx
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Post by Parrot on Jul 18, 2013 16:10:06 GMT
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Update on the Fanatics:
Reynah-Female-ESP-Mind Blast-37- leader of the group, has short cropped red hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. (Alive, a little banged up by Lynx)
Lorraine-Female-Elemental-Poison-13-oriental descent, black hair, brown eyes, very weak at her powers. (Alive, possibly knocked out by Asher)
Jordan-Female-Elemental-Shifter-30-tan skin, wild looking brown hair, grey colored eyes, and tends to shift into a panther to attack as she has total control over that animal. (Dying, knocked out by Lynx and Tabitha)
Markus-Male-ESP-Telepathy-48-black skin, brown eyes, greying black hair, constantly reading people’s minds to see if they will try and do something. Second in command. (Dead as shit by Enzo)
Lewis-Male-ESP-psychic weapons-19-light skin, blonde hair, green eyes. Likes to draw out the killing process, tends to use whips and other weapons that cause high pain but low damage to prolong the victim’s life and suffering. (Alive, broken ribs, in a lot of pain by Enzo and Tabitha)
Patrick-Male-Elemental-Shaman-33-tan skin, dyed blue hair, blue eyes. Specializes in talking to the dead, making sure no one is trying to break in and help the victims. He is weak against ESP’s who are mediators. (Alive, no issues)
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Post by Shatter on Jul 19, 2013 0:58:49 GMT
“Distract him.”
Asher’s gaze leapt to the man Lynx pointed to. Blonde hair, pale skin, panting and holding his chest and clearly in bad shape. Maybe this wouldn’t be too hard. They needed the time- Tabitha more so, as she slammed into the wall with an audible slap that made him wince.
“If you say so.” Because that’s totally what I’m here for, Lynx, he couldn’t help but add in his mind. He approached the other man who couldn’t have been much older than him at a brisk pace. Running was a bad idea, but so too was walking; he settled for something in the middle.
It took a minute to realize that he had no idea what he was going to do, or even what the magic-user was capable of. Talk about charging in blind. But he was soon going to find out as his opponent sprinted forward, a fist raised, with surprising speed for a severely wounded man. Asher stumbled back and threw his hands up to cover his face. The fist missed- shock- but then a searing pain blazed through the younger teen’s right arm. An angry red mark manifested; the skin mostly intact save for a thin line dotted with blood. Damn, that hurt. So that’s what he could do. It cut like a knife or a sword, but there were no weapons that Asher could see.
He barely had time to look up before the man was swiping at him again with his invisible weapon, breath coming in short gasps. The thief leapt back, saving himself a blow to the face but slipping backwards in a puddle of I’m-not-even-going-to-think-about-what-that-was. Legs tucked, chin down, Asher recovered easily with a roll that both soaked the back of his shirt with the thick liquid and carried him away from his new target.
Acrobatics 101: Always know how to roll.
With the distance increased, the man was starting to lose interest in Asher. His attention shifted back to Lynx and the red-haired woman as she stumbled. Shit, Asher was failing at his job (and doing his best not to dry heave at the same time). How am I even supposed to do this? Piss him off?
Oh. There was an idea.
“Hey, cripple! What’s wrong, too tired to catch me? I’m practically running circles around you!” Asher channeled nearly all of his energy into making his voice have at least a hint of confidence or cockiness with little results. But it was the grand finale that did it, as he completed his insults with an elegant handstand roll that was entirely out of place with the fighting going on around him. A violent cringe rippled through his body as his wet shirt clung to his skin, and he did his best to ignore how creepily warm it was.
His plan worked, endowing the with a temporarily renewed energy. The man charged forward again, but with far less speed than before. Asher turned to run in the opposite direction, leading the attackers apart and leaving Lynx to deal with his own problem. Silently, he hoped the woman Tabitha would be okay as well.
But the store was not infinite; Asher soon found his way blocked by the few remaining shelves. Without missing a step, he scrambled up them. There was barely enough room to balance on top without bashing his head on the ceiling, but it was better than being shredded below. Still, he had to sidestep away as an empty hand swung at him once more, tearing a hole in his jeans but missing his leg.
Wonderful plan, Sam. Just wonderful. Jaw clenched with concentration, he sidestepped out of the way again, narrowly missing another slash.
“Um, any time you’re ready, Lyn-?!“
Slick with blood, his feet slipped out from underneath him. Asher toppled heavily sideways over the stand, bringing down a large number of plastic bottles and boxes and whatever else happened to be on the shelf on top of himself and Lewis.
Too late to move. Asher’s attacker was nearly on top of him, crawling towards the boy with an incredibly pissed and somewhat desperate look on his face. One massive hand wrapped around the boy’s skinny ankle, the other hand poised over his head. Heart rate spiking, drowning in adrenaline, Asher flailed with his free leg. Not like this, not like this, he wasn’t about to go down like this. His blows met the pale man’s shoulder, arm, cheek, nose- the latter made him snarl and loosen his grip just enough to twist free, but not before delivering a deeper slash to the teen's right calf.
Asher jumped to his feet and took off back towards Lynx and Tabitha, the rush of adrenaline temporarily numbing his aching body as he left Lewis behind in the mound of boxes. He hoped he had bought the duo enough time- this was NOT what he signed on for.
ooc: Where did my good writing muse go ;-;
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Post by Parrot on Jul 23, 2013 13:12:03 GMT
Tabitha felt bile rise in the back of her throat as she closed her eyes just for a moment. Lynx and the teenager could handle this, she wanted to think, and all the teacher would have to do is rest. Her ears rung from the impact against the wall, her body ached, and now she could start to smell the stench oozing off of Markus’ blood and body fluids which covered her from nearly head to toe. Tabitha didn’t want to do this anymore, she didn’t want fight. She was sick, dirty, banged up, and fed up with being away from the forest.
Dully, Tabitha opened her eyes at the sound of Lynx’s voice as he taunted the leader of the fanatics. At first the woman was puzzled by her friend’s action, wondering what Lynx was up to. She tried to push herself off the wall, body shaking as Tabitha was overcome by a wave of nausea. She had to help him! All Lynx was doing was riling the leader up, not attacking her in any way that Tabitha could see.
What Tabitha hadn’t noticed, of course, was the fanatic’s tied shoes, so when the redhead fell to the ground, grunting from the action, Tabitha almost laughed. It was an unwanted laugh, the kind that just slips out before you could stop it. Leave it to Lynx to win a distraction by a well-known practical joke. Now that the leader was thrown off, Tabitha could take the chance and try to do something about her.
Summoning as much water as she could, Tabitha quickly formed the liquid into a single line, snaking the water towards the redhead’s mouth. The teacher slid the line down the other woman’s throat, pushing it into the trachea and shoving it down into her lungs. This was as close as Tabitha could come to drowning the woman but it would take some time as the fanatic’s lungs filled and Tabitha couldn’t be disrupted or it would all be for naught.
“Guard me!” Tabitha cried weakly as the teenager ran back from somewhere else in the store. The teacher was relieved to see him alive and without the Psychic Weapons guys following him. They were down another enemy, at least for now.
Tabitha continued weaving a stream of water from her hand and into the fanatic’s mouth. The Elemental was too weak to conjure the liquid right in front of the redhead’s face. The other woman started to thrash on the ground as her lungs filled and the shock of not being able to breathe pulled her out of the stupor she was in from being hit by the chair.
“Holy shit,” she heard someone, not Lynx or the teenager, say, “Oh, shit.”
Peeking a glance over at the voice, Tabitha noticed it was Patrick, the one who she almost drowned earlier if Markus hadn’t stopped her. So far Patrick had done little in the fight and his eyes were wide now and combine that with his blue hair, the older man looked lost and exposed. It was clear that whatever ability Patrick had, if any at all, it was useless in a physical fight. The man kept looking from his leader, to Tabitha, and then back to Lynx and the teenager.
“Shit, shit, oh God, oh no,” Patrick chanted, as he backed up his hands raised in surrender, “Don’t hurt me, please. They didn’t say anything about getting killed. Oh God, you’re drowning Reynah. Holy shit.”
Tabitha didn’t know what they were going to do now. She didn’t particularly want to stay and talk to the police when they showed up and Tabitha had a feeling that neither would Lynx. They would have to do something about her ally, the young Telekinesis, who was still unconscious on the floor.
“Stop talking,” Tabitha groaned as her head pounded with each curse Patrick muttered. She finished drowning Reynah, an unceremonious end to the fanatic’s life, as the Mind Blaster’s face turned an unhealthy color, her body giving one last spasm, and finally died. Exhausted, Tabitha’s hand fell against her lap as she turned to look at Lynx.
“Please tell me you have a way out of this, Lynx,” Tabitha stated.
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Post by Devi on Jul 23, 2013 14:10:27 GMT
It was the second person Lynx had seen Tabitha drown; he hadn't been particularly upset about the last one, and this one he was actually quite pleased with. He nodded in response when she told him to guard her, looking around briefly to find Asher and the psychic weapon guy who, as far as Lynx knew, was the only remaining threat. He spotted the kid scrambling along the shelves, crouched over to prevent his head from hitting the ceiling.
"Um, any time you’re ready, Lyn-?!"
When Asher slipped off the shelf, Lynx yelled, his attention distracted from Tabitha and the redhead as he started to make his way to where the young thief had disappeared.
"Asher?! ASHER?!" Lynx yelled, trying not to slip in the blood and bodily fluid that coated the floor. As if on cue, Asher came peeling out from behind the shelf without the ESP, and Lynx relaxed noticeably, his shoulders sagging somewhat as he let out a sigh of relief.
Reassured that Asher had not been slashed to pieces by the psychic weapons guy, Lynx turned back to Tabitha, and that's when he noticed they weren't the only ones still in the store. A man with blue hair whom Lynx had not even noticed before now was standing not far away from Tabitha, looking shell shocked and muttering something Lynx couldn't quite catch. Tabitha finished off the red head, and for a second, everything was quiet. When she voiced her hope that Lynx had a way out of this mess, he couldn't help but wonder how he had been voted in charge of this disaster.
"We need to get the hell out of here before the police show up," he began. "I wouldn't be surprised if they tried to pin the whole thing on us." He looked around at the bloodied mess, running a hand through his hair. Then, knowing full well they couldn't just leave the blue haired guy hanging around he asked, "Does anybody know who this guy is?"
As soon as Lynx looked at him, Patrick gave a strangled, hysterical cry and bolted out of the store before anybody could answer. Lynx shook his head, stating, "Not a bad idea, actually. Come on, there's probably a back door that leads to the alley."
"Wait," Tabitha protested, "we can just leave him."
Lynx looked to where she had indicated, his eyes falling on the young guy who had blown the head off Markus in the first place. The look that crossed his face was somewhere between revulsion at the memory of what the kid had done and total incredulity that Tabitha would want to help him out.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because he's just a kid!"
Lynx started to argue, but decided it wasn't worth the time or effort. "Fine, help me carry him," he said, going over to the young telekinetic and dragging his limp arm around his neck to hoist him up. Tabitha did the same on the kid's other side, albeit she was a lot shakier. Dragging the ESP between them, Lynx and Tabitha headed for the door that lead to the area behind the counter.
It was locked, but it took less than two seconds for Lynx to unlock it with a little telekinetic lock picking. They maneuvered through the shelves of prescription medications, back through an office, and finally to an emergency exit door with a fire alarm next to it. It wasn't the kind that immediately tripped an alarm, and Lynx guessed that it was used to easily dispose of trash. He pushed it open and stepped out into the bright sunshine, the fresh air a welcome relief after the stench of the pharmacy. It was surreal to suddenly be thrust into such a beautiful summer day after everything that had just happened, and Lynx realized he was beginning to feel slightly light headed as the adrenaline wore off.
He practically dropped the kid on the ground outside, rubbing the back of his neck as he turned to face his companions- his friends. He surveyed the both of them; Tabitha was covered head to toe in blood and guts, and Asher wasn't much cleaner. Lynx, miraculously, was pretty clean. "Tabitha, you should rinse off before anyone sees you. Can you get Asher, too? We can head back to my place, it's not far from here. He stays here, though," he added, pointing at Enzo.
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