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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 15, 2017 18:50:36 GMT
Herbert's heart seemed to drop as the Redeemer said that. But he wouldn't let that stop him. The Redeemer was dangerous, a madman. And Herbert might be the only one who could stop him.
He embraced the memories and emotions of his father, but none of the good. He couldn't empathise with that right now. He channeled the rage and let loose a powerful burst of lightning right into the Redeemer's face, trying to push him away.
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Post by The Redeemer of Men on Jan 15, 2017 18:53:23 GMT
The lightning struck the Redeemer in the face and he jerked back, swatting it away, where it scattered into the darkness again. He growled and hoisted Herbert up, then threw him into the wall.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 15, 2017 18:57:41 GMT
Herbert hit the wall with incredible force and only by sheer luck he didn't break anything. The wall cracked as he fell, rolling over the ground, he groaned, outclassed. They were right; he'd tried to be the hero and he was going to die now. For all the powers he had, he couldn't access a single one! He tried to use electrical manipulation again but he just couldn't get into the mindset. With desperation he turned to Nathan; he tried to channel the same feelings he always did when he called on his power; those feelings of being outside a group that he could relate to.
With a shimmer, his body started to absorb the colours and he dissapeared before the Redeemer's eyes.
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Post by The Redeemer of Men on Jan 15, 2017 18:59:40 GMT
The Redeemer watched as Herbert disappeared. He laughed. 'A clever trick, Herbert. Oh I wanted you to join me, but it seems you can't resist making enemies.' He surveyed the ground, watching and listening for Herbert.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 15, 2017 19:03:11 GMT
Herbert didn't know what to do? Should he escape? Could he escape the time trap the Redeemer had put him in for that matter? He tried to keep channeling Nathan, thinking. If he took his power... when he had someone power, like Nathan or Aurora he seemed to be able to resist it or overcome it. Could he do the same with the Redeemer. He didn't think it would work; that armour seemed special somehow. Instead he ran for it towards the edge of the bubble. Once he got there he felt himself slow, trying to force his way out but instead he seemed trapped.
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Post by The Redeemer of Men on Jan 15, 2017 19:08:36 GMT
The Redeemer turned, sensing movement at the edges of his control. He teleported and grabbed Herbert, hoisting him up by the throat and holding him in the air.
'So pathetic. Like Olympus. You think you can escape what you've done.' His grip tightened.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 15, 2017 19:13:08 GMT
Herbert struggled for breath; this was it. He didn't, or couldn't access any powers, that he could use to counter this. He didn't even know what'd done. As he choked for air he thought, weirdly, about flying. He'd never gotten the chance to fly... and that had been the one thing he'd become obsessed with. He thought of Canagold at the club; whatever people had said, Herbert didn't blame him for what happened. He'd tried his best to help everyone and he'd failed. They'd both failed Lucio. And Herbert couldn't just die like him!
He cried out in pain and threw his arms down onto the Redeemer's with colossal force.
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Post by The Redeemer of Men on Jan 15, 2017 19:15:20 GMT
Herbert's strength was immense and it broke the Redeemer's grip. He staggered back, paused and looked up but his composure returned quickly. 'Very impressive, Herbert. But not good enough. It's time to end this.'
He rushed forward, slowing time to speed up. His fist flew through the air, straight towards Herbert.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 15, 2017 19:18:32 GMT
The Redeemer's fist hurtled towards Herbert and without thinking, he deflected it with is arms off to the side. That's not to say it was easy; Herbert felt the force of the blow reverberate through his arm, the pure power knocking him badly off balance. He scrambled, trying to keep his balance as the Redeemer closed.
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Post by The Redeemer of Men on Jan 15, 2017 19:20:20 GMT
The Redeemer moved forward, his evident and his anger apparent. He swung with his other fist, ignoring Herbert's parry with ease and using the momentum to hit Herbert even more quickly.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 15, 2017 19:22:28 GMT
Herbert felt himself be hit in the chest, but somehow he kept his feet, the wind driven out him however.
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Post by The Redeemer of Men on Jan 15, 2017 19:27:01 GMT
The Redeemer stepped back as Herbert staggered slightly and then kicked him full on in the chest. The power of the kick was immense, and it sent Herbert flying back onto the train tracks.
The Redeemer resumed the flow of time, then sped it up. His fists tightened as he concentrated, then a train was heard in the distance, rumbling towards Herbert as he recovered from the kick.
The Redeemer stepped to the edge of the platform. 'I think this is your stop. Goodbye... Olympian.' He pulsed and disappeared as the train rushed towards Herbert.
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Post by Flynneus_Knight on Jan 15, 2017 19:34:15 GMT
Herbert jerked up quickly, seeing the train approach. No time to think of powers; he tried to stand by his wounded leg finally appeared to be broken, or fractured at least. Severe pain laced up his side and he started crawling desperately as the train approached. It's horn started to go off and with a mighty effort Herbert pushed himself to his feet and leapt up, grabbing the station's edge. He could feel the lights on his back as he heaved himself and rolled over, just as the train swooped past.
Breathing heavily on the ground, scared beyond description... Herbert lay there, trying to recover. The Redeemer was gone; Herbert couldn't have taken him on anymore anyway. His eyes started to itch as it finally hit him; playing hero wasn't enough. He was lucky, very lucky, not to be dead. He needed to join up with someone... perhaps it was his only hope. He certainly needed more lessons from Nathan.
After what felt like hours, Herbert pushed himself to his feet. Walking slowly, crying out in pain, he climbed aboard the train he'd nearly been hit by (no Londoners cared of course) and waited to be taken back to Campus.
(OOC: Herbert is leaving the area and going to Dorms).
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Post by UraharaSteph on Jan 19, 2017 22:33:02 GMT
After a bit of retail therapy to help herself get over what was an awfully awkward misunderstanding, Aurora thought it was time to head back to campus.
Aurora leant against the wall of the underground. Sweat sat on her brow. Her head hung forward with fatigue. It appeared that if she went too long without thinking about the illness, it started to bubble to the surface. ‘Suppress it. Suppress it.’ Aurora wrapped her arms around herself, her bags resting by her feet. The underground was quiet. Why was it so quiet?
As she thought that, a woman came tumbling down the stairs. Aurora nearly jumped out of her skin. She rushed to the woman’s aid and helped her into a sitting position. Mascara had run down the woman’s cheeks and her make-up was smudged. ‘No, that’s not make up. That’s a black eye.’ Aurora rubbed the woman’s arm. “Are you okay?”
She shook her head and almost hid behind Aurora as a man stormed down the stairs. A string of curse words sloppily left his mouth. He swayed from side to side, clearly drunk. “Mandy. Come here sweet-pea.”
Mandy clung to Aurora.
“Sir, are you abusing this woman?” Aurora said bluntly, her mouth running with words she hadn’t thought about.
“FUCK OFF- no, of course I ain’t, she fell! Stupid bitch ignored the wet floor sign-“ His words were cut off as a man in a clean suit and perfect hair sharply punched the drunkard in the jaw. “FUUUUCK!” He was out cold.
The man rubbed his knuckles and turned to Aurora and Mandy. “I saw it. He pushed her down the stairs.” He offered his hand out to Mandy. “I saw it and rushed here as fast as I could.” Mandy stared at his hand for a moment before she took it and he pulled her onto her feet. “Does he do things like this to you often?”
“No.”
The man and Aurora exchanged sceptical glances. “You can tell us.” Aurora prompted.
“… Only… when he’s in that state.”
“Right, I’m calling the police.” The man said sternly.
“NO!” She pleaded. “Please don’t! They just make things worse! I’ve been down that route! It doesn’t work!” She broke down into tears and the man held her tight. He looked at Aurora as if to say ‘you’re a female, do something.’
Aurora knelt next to the unconscious man. She placed a hand on him. “We can’t force her, but I think you should report it to the police.” Aurora removed her hand from the drunk assumed druggie and stood up. She took out a pen from her bag and grabbed the well-dressed man’s hand. She wrote her name and phone number on the back of it. “That’s my name and number as a witness.” A few others had gathered at the scene now. “This is my train; do you think you can handle it?”
The man nodded his head as he saw the other civilians around him. “Sure thing.”
“Thank you.”
The beeping filled the underground. She collected her things before the doors opened. Aurora jumped on the train, staring out of the window.
She had done it.
She had gotten rid of the Leukemia.
She had punished a horrible person.
As the train bolted into the tunnels, a smile came to Aurora’s lips.
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Post by UraharaSteph on Jan 28, 2017 17:15:50 GMT
{Different day from above}
Aurora was texting away as she headed to the underground. She put her phone in her handbag as she went to wait for her train. As she stood there, a familiar person approached her.
“Miss Ross?” The man was in casual clothes, had a charming smile and a can of diet coke in his hand.
Aurora straightened her posture and grinned at him. “Officer Dar, good afternoon!”
He waved away her greeting with a sheepish smirk. “It’s just Jamal or Mr Dar when I’m off duty. I was actually about to give you a call when I got home.”
“When you’re… off duty?” Aurora asked a little timidly.
“Hm? Oh- OH no, no not like that.” Officer Dar spilt his coke.
“No, I didn’t think about it like that, I was just wondering why you would be calling when you’re off duty?” Aurora chuckled.
The officer took a tactical swig of his drink. “It’s in relation to another case. One about an abusive boyfriend.”
“Oh yeah, I saw-“
“And how it’s strange that recently there have been two cases of children miraculously cured from two debilitating conditions. Then we recently had two cases of criminals that surprisingly had leukemia and muscular dystrophy. The same conditions as the kids. Stranger still; Abigail said she came into contact with a pink-haired individual the day she was cured, and William saw a pink-haired angel. The man who brought in the domestic violence victim? He gave me a phone number of another witness. That number belonged to a pink-haired woman who is lucky that this man gave Officer Dar the number outside of official questioning and didn’t give it to Officer Jameson.” Officer Dar finished off his drink and let out a refreshed breath.
Aurora stayed silent as it was clear the officer had more to say. “The leukemia wasn’t on the violent boyfriend’s medical record. He died after a few officers beat him for resisting and lashing out. The station are covering up with fear it shows police brutality and incompetence. I’m just saying that two is a coincidence, three is a pattern. Whatever this person is doing for the children is great, and that’s why I’ve accidentally lost her number on police records. The bullets through heads though? Doesn’t seem like her. Not sure Jameson would believe me though.”
A train pulled up and the beeps for the doors echoed through the tunnel. “Anyway, Miss Ross, sorry for rambling. Hey, I think you would look good in a hat or something.” He smiled and boarded the train.
Aurora waved goodbye to him. She knew exactly what he had just done. She owed him a debt for how kind he had just been.
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