[GAME] [RP] Another Generic Game Where Normal People Get Superpowers [SIGNUPS ALWAYS OPEN] page 6

Joy
When Zendaya hit the monster, it’s concentration broke, free me from the monster. Damn I have about eight minutes left. I point my shotgun at the monster and unloads.

Zendaya Akatsuki
I fall to the ground and my vision flickers further. “G…g…good…luck…Mark.”

[B_S, What happens now? Joy is shooting at the monster and zendaya is knocked out.]

EDIT1: This is therealsirmark4, forgot to sign out.

[Don’t worry, I haven’t abandoned this or Transiens Aeternum.]

The monster screams as it is consumed by a cyclone of fire. Its concentration breaks, allowing Joy to move once again; he unloads another round of shotgun bullets at the creature. After the flames dissipated, its serious injuries that are life-threatening on a human can be clearly seen. The monster tries to heal its wounds, but it seems that whatever energy it stole is not enough. In anger and pain, it begins to mindlessly fling globs of glowing red goop in random directions.

[One glob will do no more than melt off a chunk of flesh. Also, you guys do kind of need a healer. Either you make that second healer character you were talking about, A_S, or I retcon you guys to be in Vancouver and have Janet Maxwell (healer) to your rescue.]

“Well, they tried to kidnap me,” I say, my breathing slowly returning to normal. But I still feel tired as hell. “One of them had ropes of light coming out of his hands, and the other had a green light that could apparently ‘sedate’ me. I think I passed out after that, and now I’ve somehow teleported from Vancouver to Birmingham and fried two other evil agents with a lightning bolt. So, uh… What day is this? Just making sure…”

[It’s early to mid July, 2012, several weeks after high school finishes in Vancouver. If there’s some apocalyptic event in the future, I’ll try to line it up with December 21.]

Joy
I use my enhanced reflexes and get into action. I flip a table into the air, so the globs wouldn’t hit Mark, I then combat roll to Zendaya and grab her, and throw her out of the room. I then use my telekinesis to throw a metal spike at the monster’s face while using my reflexes to dodge the globs of red goop. Damnit, I have six minutes left, I was already tired before I started fighting too. I look at Zendaya and Mark. Damnit, maybe I bit off more than I can chew this time. My vision starts blurring, however I stay up. I grab a second spike from a dead monster and charge the monster, aiming to thrust it into it’s head.
Astute
Guys, Joy won’t last for long, he has about six minutes left, less, considering he was already weakened.
Kill
Damnit all to hell, chances are Zendaya is out for the count as well.

Zendaya Aktsuki
I’m busy being unconcious and half dead.

[A_S is not making an alt just for her second healer character. So I guess you guys are now in Vancouver.]

[There is a little discrepancy. In the beginning Mark mentioned stuff about school, but summer vacation just began. I’ll assume he meant summer school.]

Tyler Grayson

Recently, my life’s becoming fucked up as hell.

Where do I start. Okay, first, Sara goes on a trip back to Japan, and just disappears without a trace. Then a goddamned earthquake happens, kills Rina, and crushes my spine so that I have to stay in this godawful wheelchair. And that wuss James offed himself cuz his girlfriend died. Then what? Keith disappears too! After getting a weird dye job from a meteor that fell from the sky! But wait, that’s not even the best part yet!

Another one of those zombie things shamble toward me, snarling and gibbering like a retard. Janet swoops down from the sky and shatters its jaws with a kick. Damn, but she really looks like an angel, with the pair of white feathery wings on her back and the greenish white glow surrounding her body. See, isn’t this a bit unfair. I’m still stuck to a wheelchair, but my girlfriend can now fly!

“All right you fuckers, you want a piece of me?!” I shout. I know those monsters are too dumb to understand me, but I still feel like doing it. “You’ll get a piece of me!” I open my mouth wide, and spit out a cloud of burning, boiling, bloody red mist that surrounds a couple of the monsters. The mist quickly eats through their skin and flesh, killing them as messily as they’re probably planning to do to me. I look away, disgusted and trying not to throw up.

“Careful Tyler; don’t waste your blood too much,” said Mr. Hawking, who is pushing my wheelchair for me. He makes a sweeping gesture with one of his hands, sending out a wave of golden light that makes the sound of a screaming electric guitar solo that, no offense to Mr. Hawking or his guitar skills, sounds extremely stupid and inappropriate in this context. But the way the light slices through monsters like cardboard is worth it.

Okay. So in short, we’ve got superpowers, and there are monsters running around killing everything.

Yeah, I know this sounds like bullshit. Keith would never believe it. If someone’s telling me this, I’d call bullshit too. But unless every single fucking last one of us is hallucinating, this bullshit’s real.

Actually, I think we’re dealing reasonably well here. Janet and I are both too headstrong to admit that we’re scared shitless and really upset too. And the adults are trying to be all mature and stuff and not panic. So we haven’t fallen completely apart yet, unlike some of the other households. Then again, most of them don’t have a giant basement slash bomb shelter under their houses; being rich has benefits. Now everyone’s gathered in Rina’s house and barricaded it, and now a few of us with superpowers are venturing outside to see if the situation’s getting any better, maybe get some food and supplies and stuff.

Goddammit, we’re in a fucking zombie apocalypse. Except the zombies have superpowers too. Argh!

“Left!” I shout just as a tongue of fire shoots out from an insect-looking monster, with black lines all over its body like all the monsters do. With a jerky motion Mr. Hawking waves his hands to the left, making a wall of golden light that tears through the air with the sound of a heavy metal guitar chord, blocks the fire, and slams into the monster. It squeaks a bit and stops moving.

Okay, seriously. Why am I the squishy mage all of a sudden?! I’m always the warrior tank guy in games and in life. I want to bash those fuckers’ faces in, not spew some red blood mist and melt their faces off from afar! All because of that damned earthquake…

Dammit. The last supermarket we came across got pretty much robbed clean. We only found some spoilt milk and rotten meat and vegetable; good thing Janet’s superpower can restore it. Geez, even her ability is more useful than mine. We could’ve all died without her to heal us…

On our way back, we see some more monsters. Most of them we take care of pretty easily. But then we see one that looks like a woman with red spikes and bat wings coming out of her. Even though it’s injured, we can clearly see that it is stronger than all of the monsters we’ve fought and killed before. A guy is fighting it, a really tall brown-skinned dude in brightly colored clothes. Two people are lying unconscious on the ground, a punk chick and another guy that looks kinda similar to the brown-skinned dude, maybe his brother or something.

The monster flings globs of some glowing red sludge everywhere. The brown-skinned guy somehow makes a table fly into the air to block the goop, but the goop eats straight through the table like acid. He also causes some spikes to fly up and stab the monster in the face. He looks tired, and losing, but the monster is in pretty bad shape too.

“Jan!” I call out.

“Got it!” With a beat of her wings Janet flies up to the monster from behind and gives it a solid punch on the back of the head; I’ve been on the receiving end of her punches enough times to know what they feel like. At the same time I condense my boiling red blood gas into a stream of liquid and shoot it at the monster’s head, careful to not hit Janet. Mr. Hawking also shoots a beam of golden light, accompanied by electric guitar sounds. Both attacks stab through the monster’s body. It shrieks, falls to the ground with a thud, writhes a few more times, and stops moving. I recall the blood back to myself, and let it seep into the skin of my right palm.

Janet lands, and walks toward the brown-skinned guy, a greenish white glow in her hands. “Hey, you okay?” She asks. “Want me to heal you?”

[The monster was already beaten up pretty badly, so it died when my three people hit it. My characters aren’t too blatantly stronger than you guys.]

[I’ll make profiles for Tyler and Janet eventually, but for now I’ll just give physical descriptions.]
[Tyler Grayson is about 190 cm or 6’3’’, wearing dark jeans and a black T-shirt with a semi-cartoonish bleached and bloodstained skull on the front. He’s 18 years old, with tanned skin and a muscular build. He has a spiky red mohawk and gray eyes. He’s paraplegic and sits on a wheelchair pushed by Gary Hawking.]
[Gary Hawking is the stepfather of James Hawking in my other game, Transiens Aeternum. He’s about 180 cm or 5’11’’, wearing gray trousers and a dark yellow flannel jacket. He’s 45 years old, healthy and fit for his age. He has short black hair and blue eyes.]
[Janet Maxwell, Keith’s older twin sister, is 168 cm, or 5’6’’, wearing blue denim shorts and a yellow halter top; the top has her back exposed so her wings can extend out. Yes, the wings are one of her powers. She’s 18, with slightly tanned skin and a curvaceous but athletic build. She has long blond hair tied in a ponytail, and green eyes.]

You make it sound like I’m a bad guy for not wanting to make an alt just for a character.

Oh, and are we mixing into T.A. already?

[Waiting for Mark to post.]

[I’ll edit this later so Zendaya doesn’t get punished. Further.]

[Because Joy is controling the clone by himself the clone isn’t an exact replica of Mark, Joy is a bit shorter, actually looks like a total diferent person than Mark and is wearing different, brighter and more “joyful” clothing than Mark as well.]

[Oh yeah, and I’m making a healer alt]

Joy
[wait, how can you have an older twin sister? unless she is a couple minutes older than Kieth]
“Yeah sure, er hold on real quick.” I run to Mark and let myself fall on top of him, however instead of hitting the body, I phaze through it.
Kill
So Joy, what happened?
Joy
Some people came and rescued us, Zendaya is down for the count though, oh and those people have superpowers!
Astute
Interesting, well Mark seemed to heal throughout your little battle, he didn’t over work his powers to greatly this time, and the energy you brought back will make it he can get back up.
Mark
I open my eyes and quickly come into action. I quickly use my telekiniese to grab a spike and I grab it while getting up. The fact that I’m getting up, and using my powers after fainting makes me flinch and I close my eyes as I swipe infront of me. As I open my eyes, I see I barley missed a girl whose hand is glowing greenish-white. I drop my spike in surprise. “Who are you guys?”

[Question. When a city is in the initial stages of a zombie apocalypse like this, will electricity and running water and stuff be cut off already?]

Janet Maxwell

Whoa. The guy just phased through his twin or clone or something and disappeared. If Keith saw it, he’d be sure to start rambling about quantum tunnelling and stuff.

Keith…

No. Now is not the time to worry about my missing little brother. With his new silver hair dye and getting hit by a meteor and stuff, it’s possible that he now has superpowers too, powers that can let him survive against those monsters. Yeah, I gotta hope for the best, cuz there’s not much else I can do.

The tall brown-skinned guy sort of freaks out when he waves up, flinging a spike at my face that I barely manage to dodge. “Who are you guys?” He asks.

I make the wings retract back into my body, making a quiet shuffling sound as they do so. I just know that Keith would never stop asking questions, like where the extra bones and flesh and feathers come from. Shapeshifting, and this weird greenish white light I can make… Science seems pretty much thrown out of the window when the superpowers and monsters appeared. Keith would rant that yes, science can indeed explain everything; he can try to explain it himself when this is all over.

The guy looks about my age, maybe a year younger. Geez, just looking at him makes me feel short; he’s even taller than Tyler! Maybe my friends and I are just vertically challenged on average. I’m only 168 cm, and already the tallest girl in our group.

Wait. With only Tyler and I left, it’s not much of a group anymore…

“Well, we’re just passing through,” I answer as I begin to move my hands over the guy’s wounds, healing him with greenish white light. “You know, looking for food and supplies and stuff. I’m Janet, and he’s my boyfriend Tyler.”

“Yes, I’m paraplegic,” Tyler growls out bitterly. “Remember that little earthquake a few weeks ago? We sure do…”

“And I’m, ah, the father of one of their friends,” Mr. Hawking says. We all cringe slightly at the mentioning of James. “As I’m sure you’ve noticed, some people around here are developing these strange abilities; that’s why we dare to come outside at all. I assume you and your friend have abilities too?” He makes a gesture toward the other girl lying unconscious on the ground.

[I think this is a good time to say that my conversations in my mind happens 10 times as fast than conversations in real life.]
Mark
I quickly look at Zendaya. Damn, she didn’t exactly have KillJoy to use for energy, she’ll be out for some time.
Astute
She’ll be up ina bout ten minutes, less considering she seems tough.
Mark
I grab Zendaya with my telekineses and lay her on the couch and look at my surroundings. “Damn, that bitch took this place to town.” I notice them cringe when the oldery say he is the father of one of thier friends. I wonder if I should ask them about it.
Astute
I say you do, you might want to intentionally walk on this minefield now, instead of accidently wandering off into it later on.
Mark
I guess. I open my mouth, but my eyes’ iris becomes red all of the sudden.
Kraze(now in control)
“Bwahaha, you’re a cripple, yeah, I remember the earthquake, Mark handled that like a fucking boss, running around dodging falling shit, and then saving his mom, it was fucking awesome!” I give control back to Mark.
Mark
Kraze. What. The. Fuck! One, why is him, being a cripple, funny!
Kraze
It’s like tripping a blind dude, or trying to talk to a guy who is deaf, it’s funny to me.
Mark
Why did you laugh at him!
Kraze
Because laughing behind someone’s back is cowardly, right Liege?
Liege
….I don’t want to get into this…. that’s right though.
Joy
Wow! A real cripple dude! Can we keep him? Please!!!!!!!!
Kill
Joy, you’re a fucking idiot…. as long as you feed him three times a day and give him his dail-
Mark
KILL, JOY, SHUT THE FUCK UP! KRAZE I FUCKING HATE YOU!
Joy
So we can’t keep him as a pet? awwww…. Can we get a bunny?
Mark
Later Joy, later. I look at the group in front of me and scratch the back of my neck awkwardly, “I bet you guys would like to know why I laughed at your friend’s… disability, and why I talked in third person, don’t you?”
Kraze
Astute, you think we have enough energy to clone again?
Astute
Yes actually. Mark you seem to be regaining strength much faster now, either that or that girl’s power is helping a lot.
Kraze
Sweet, Mark tell me if they want an explanation.

Tyler Grayson

What the fuck did he call me?! I was gonna crack my knuckles, but thought otherwise. So I hold out a hand; burning red gas begins to rise from the skin and gathers above my palm in an angry red cloud. “Want me to melt your spine and see how you like it, asshole? I bet you don’t even have a fucking spine!”

“Tyler!” Janet says sharply.

“Nobody talks shit to me and gets away with it,” I snarl, “not even people with superpowers. Your explanation had better be good, you son of a bitch, else I burn your ugly face off.”

[I just noticed the game’s title is “Another Generic Game Where Normal People Get Superpowers” Mark isn’t so normal…]
Sedit
Yeah Mark, do something, now!
Mark
Okay Kill your up. I clone myself, Kill is the only one controlling the clone. The clone’s left eye is red, the other green. His clothing is a mix-match of random colors, he is the same height as me, and he has short, black and white hair.
Kraze
“What’s up cripple dude?”
Mark
I kick Kraze in the leg.
Kraze
“Argh, fuck you Mark! Okay where do I begin? Ah yes, when Mark here was younger, he got mugged, he went into a coma. When he woke up he had multiple personalities. I’m Kraze, if you have half a brain, you’d figure out because of my name that I am the crazy one. Now I don’t feel like getting shouted at so I won’t mess with the other’s intros. Astute is the smart personality, Brick is the strong, dumb as a brick personality, Shylus is our shy personality, Confai is the confident personality, Scoial is the ‘gentleman’, Liege is the knight in shining armor, as he would like me to call it. Oh an Sedit is the… how did he put it?”
Joy
I pop out as a clone again. “Sedit is the coward!” I phase back into Mark who kneels to the ground.
Mark
Damnit Joy, warn me when you do that! I get back up. I’m low on energy right now. If it was one of the others who came out, I would be down on the floor.
Joy
Sorry.
Kraze
Yeah, I guess Joy there got it… Oh yeah and our two newest members of our group! Joy is the happy-go-lucky personality which is filled with energy. And Kill is well a killer… He actually scares me.
Mark
My eyes’ iris dilate and Kill takes over.
Kill
Mark, JoyKill is good, well it’s going to be more Kill, than Joy. “Yup, I’m kill, now I suggest you don’t start a fight.” I levitate another spike near me. “‘cause I know for a fact I’m bringing one of you down with me.”
Mark
Kill don’t start a fight.
Kill
I’m not, just warning them of some things that may happen if they start the fire.

Tyler Grayson

My blood boils, literally. A huge thick cloud of red escapes from the pores on my skin and expands outwards. I make it not hurt Janet, Mr. Hawking, or my wheelchair, but the cloud liquefies bits of the ground wherever it touches. It quickly melts the guy’s levitating spikes, along with the weird strings of light attached. I stop the cloud a centimeter away from his face.

“Tyler, calm d-” Mr. Hawking begins to say.

“No,” I growl. “As I said, nobody talks shit to me and gets away with it. Keep your asshole shut, you dumbshit, or there won’t be anything left of you.” The cloud bubbles and boils, and I deliberately let a tiny bit get on his face to melt off a small patch of skin.

[The gas is both corrosive and extremely hot.]

[Great. Mark’s offline now, it seems.]

[As I said in PM, you do not have time to do all of that. The moment the first clone comes out, Tyler’s red cloud will engulf you all. And then you will be dead. Rank 3 Demon’s Blood is not to be messed with; there’s a reason they took Tyler outside despite the serious disadvantage of his paraplegia.]

[Edit your post, Mark, and I’ll delete this.]

[I’ll get it after school, hey B_S where do you live? I would like to know when you’ll be online and offline, I’m in california]

Trent post.

Zendaya Akatsuki
I awake to arguing, noticing a red cloud. I watch Mark think for a bit and I walk away from it, stumbling. I was far enough away from the cloud to survive, but Mark wasn’t. He could survive really quick, right? First off, I needed to talk to the two people and the disabled boy. I stumble over, making sure the cloud is going backwards from the kid towards me. I approach the threesome from behind.

“Would you happen to know what has happened?”

[When AAAAPPLE’s character is ready, can I send her out towards us and have her flashback to when the meteor struck? I can’t go back a week to the event and then the next post be by Zendaya.]

Kill
Mark?
Mark
Calm down Kill. Shit, you know for a fact if these three fight us, we stand no chance, sure we might take one down, but this ain’t a video game, we have no extra lives, we don’t have a KD (kill:death ratio for those who don’t play video games ) to keep up, our objective to survive, not take down as much people as we can before we ourselves go down. Besides, we’re not even at full strength, we fight it’d be a suicide mission.
Kill
Yeah, but fuck it. I try to take control.
Mark
I stop him. Damnit Kill, I swear… “That was Kill, he has a problem with picking fights with people. So if you don’t mind.” I start backing away from the cloud. “I think teaming up is a better decision than trying to kill each other.”

Zendaya Akatsuki
Holding my side, I mutter under my breath, “Good job Mark. Always be defensive against stronger people.”

Bell Moon
I walked out of the library, three new books in my backpack. I closed my eyes, walking out the stone path thinking.

‘I had always wanted to protect people after….after…that accident.’

I shook my thoughts away, trying to ignore the pain swelling in my chest. I was stronger now. I wouldn’t dare try to think about that. I heard some ruckus down the street to my right. I, being curious like I am, walked on the sidewalk and turned the corner, eyeing a cute poodle walking with its owner. As I turned my head I noticed talking, arguing, and some red cloud seeking some poor dude. I smile, wondering how in the world this happened. As I apporach, memories come back to me, flooding my thoughts.

Bell walked down the street with tears in her eyes. She wasn’t trying to stop the tears. She just kept on walking. She stumbled across town, tears making her vision blurry. She walked into the forest, wailing. “Why Sakura, why?” She kept moving slowly towards a sparkling lake. “Why did you think life was too hard? Why couldn’t you stay on Earth? Why…why couldn’t I have talked you out of it. How come I couldn’t speak when you called me and told me you wanted to end your life? WHY?” Bella walked on, moving left and right, not caring. She saw the sparkling lake ahead of her. Bell choked on her tears as she sat on her knees as she looked into the lake, seeing her reflection. The lake gained more water from her tears, falling helplessly. “Why did you have to kill yourself Sakura?” Bell cried to the lake, oblivious to the meteors in the sky, falling towards her. “How come I couldn’t even help you, I couldn’t say anything at all?” A meteor was small, but very close to Bell now. “…” Bell cried further as the meteor silently neared. At last, the meteor hit the lake, Bell feeling the impact. A small meteor shard landed on her hair as Bell collapsed on her side, exhausted from depression, crying, and the impact.

I shook my head again, fighting the tears. I neared the group silently, watching intently.

[Don’t overuse Japanese names and characters too much. I already have Rina, who is a quarter Japanese, and Sara, who is full Japanese.]

hey B_S where do you live? I would like to know when you’ll be online and offline, I’m in california

[I live in Vancouver. Exactly where you guys are at right now.]

[Nobody answered me, so I’ll ask again. When a city is in the initial stages of a zombie apocalypse like this, will electricity and running water and stuff be cut off already?]

Janet Maxwell

The giant red cloud, made from Tyler’s superpower that he calls “Demon’s Blood”, retreats and gets sucked back into his body. Phew… If he tried, Tyler could’ve killed this Mark guy for sure, paraplegia or no. There’s a reason we took Tyler outside even if he can’t walk; his ability mowed down monsters and zombies like ants. “Talk shit to me like that again, there won’t be a body left of you to bury; just remember that.” He gives one last glare before backing off.

“Look, I’m really sorry about this…” I give Mark an apologetic smile. “It’s just that the last few weeks were really tough for us. A couple of our friends disappeared,” and one of them is my little brother! But no, they don’t need to know the details of our personal life; though I can’t help but to wince again. “And others… died… in the earthquake.” Urgh. No Janet, thinking such depressive thoughts will not help here! Mr. Hawking stays quiet, but it’s obvious that he’s hurting the most; James is his son after all. “So our lives kind of went to hell even before all those monsters started showing up…”

I suddenly notice that the girl in punk clothes is awake. I quickly get to healing her. “Hey, are you feeling all right? We were just looking around for food and supplies when we saw you fighting some monster.” I introduce us again, and briefly explain the little argument that happened between Tyler and Mark.

[If there’s any time discrepancies, assume that not all the meteors fell on the same day.]

Keith Maxwell

“…Thursday,” I repeat. “The hell?! It was Tuesday when those agents…” Oh, fuck. Janet and everyone must be worried sick! Dammit! “Shit. Uh, what do you know about those agents? Like, is it safe if I call my family? Are they gonna trace me? Are they gonna target my family?”