Roleplay

Rocky Cassidy

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Excellent, an organized chaos had ensued. Rocky stepped back, watched people shuffle out half sober or half panicked. Sprinklers were going off too, which really helped sell this, and did a pretty good job of waking him up. Only bad thing was the flashes of wings he saw through the crowd, yikes, that pretty much confirmed who was here hey? God he really hoped Nero-Forte managed to track down Arya soon, if he wasn't dead,,, though that would probably solve quite a few things. Soon he heard something pretty note worthy, a scream that was way more then just someone freaked out by the sudden interruption. It was also coming from the bathroom, he really hoped that wasn't something Tino related.

Again, he thought wayyyyy too soon, as he narrowly missed the whole back area collapse in a pile of dust and concreate.

"As ucht Dé!!!"
Rocky swore, non too quietly as he jumped back. If he was even a bit closer he probably would've been dead. He hurried over, careful of the fragility of the entire area and surveyed for survivors, ready to try and dig them out. He knew right away to look for Tino, and as much as he hated to do it, the guy was about to go take a trip in Centipede land. Hopefully it would scare him enough hed just hyperventilate, those were always the easiest ways to avoid heart issues.

A leg. Ten legs. Fifty, or more. How many legs were there? Who knew, but all that mattered to Tino was the scuttering legs of the long centipedes quickly carrying their disgustingly slender figures closer and closer to him. His lungs felt heavy as he struggled to breathe from a mixture of dust and fear.

Tino snapped his eyes shut and slammed his fist into the direction of the area where he thought he saw a centipede. However, a warm feeling over took his arm as blood began to ooze down it, and with horror Tino realized that he had smashed open a woman's head as she tried to escape from the chaos around them. Now, his eyes were open, and the centipedes bore ever closer. Though he had a suspicion that a familiar face was behind this, he didn't want to risk it as the venomous bugs chased him.

His foot dug roughly into the ground, sending chunks of concrete soaring. A pipeline burst and water started to fill the ground. Startled by the sudden cold liquid, Tino lunged backwards to where it was dry- however he managed to hit a wall in the process, sending electrical lines tumbling down into the water.

'No no no... what's going on... no no... get away!' His internal shrieking began as not only were centipedes still pursuing after him, stragglers from the escaping group of civilians were now getting caught up in the electrified water that stood between Tino and the back exit. He reached a hand up and clenched his hair to calm himself in a sense, but his heart was painful from the powerful thumps against his chest. So in defense, he swung his arm around himself to defend himself from any attackers and decided to try and see if there was a good way out- doing his best to ignore the centipedes, though occasionally stomping at them and causing more damage.

Flame's new mantra was just a bunch of curse-words in different languages repeated. The wall collapsing had caused a slight panic, as well as a snap in Jet's direction to take care of the now-rampant electricity. He shouldn't be wet enough for it to do much to restrain his quirk.

As something brushed their shoulder, they whirled, very nearly taking off the head of the person who'd touched them before they pulled back.

The cold, blank 'mirror' of their helmet stared back at the woman as they asked the question, almost seeming to take a moment to think. When they spoke, their voice came out a crackle, their audio filters having taken some damage the night before. "Find the injured ones and take them to the winged dancer outside. He's a doctor."

The vents lining the area on the helmet around Crow's mouth opened slightly, just enough to let out a plume of cold vapor. Everything was too cold from the water.

And with that, they were moving again, chasing after the all-too loud sounds of cracking concrete and shattering glass. They just caught the sound of sirens in the background and let out a tiny breath of relief.

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Jet—now identified as NightOwl after he'd slipped on a shirt and picked the fake feathers out of his real ones—herded civilians out of the way, doing crowd-control and keeping track of the random bird-like noises he could hear Flame making occasionally.

He flitted between people, checking to see if they were injured and distributing medical care the best he could without proper tools.

And then he felt it.

A shiver washed over him as he felt the electricity loose from its place in the walls, quickly racing up anything it could. Some went to the back entrance and some to the front, but he was more worried about the stuff at the front, as it was racing right toward them; along the trail of water the civilians left when Crow herded them out.

Grounding line...

Grounding line.

He needed something to ground it with.

Unfortunately for him, that building was meant to be cheap; not secure.

This was gonna hurt.

Night darted forward, yanking some barely-legal-drinking-age teen out of the way before all-but slamming the tip of his wing into the water, the horrible feeling of the liquid seeping through his feathers distracting him long enough not to make second thoughts.

It hit him like a train.

A burning sensation worked its way up his wing as the electricity ran up his feathers and the metallic veins that worked as wires for him. All the energy combined with the speed at which it came produced heat, the searing, prickling feeling clawing up his wing and to his back before sinking in and reducing to a throb.

Yep.

Too much.

Way.

To.

Much.

Night forced himself to straighten, staggering back over to the area where he'd herded the civilians and stewing in the pain that came from being a living battery very much about to blow.

Idly, he allowed himself to wonder if anyone there had an electric car he could borrow the battery of, if just to lessen the feeling of fire-ants crawling under his skin.

Lye watched the villian's eyes go wide as he began to panic. He didn't think he'd been that intimidating, right? Yeah, he'd threatened to kill him and all, but he was pretty obviously bluffing.
The villain then began thrashing out at nothing, and it became clear to Lye that this was not to do with him.
The vigilante watched indifferently as he spun, swinging at the air, and it wasn't until the villian began destroying the ground that Lye remembered why he was in the mask in the first place.
There were civilians here.

Lye made his way out of the bathroom - thankfully, the villain wasn't blocking the door - just in time to see the rather gruesome destruction of a woman's head. Arakan's panic threatened to bubble into Lye, but he forced it down as he took in the scene around him. Most civilians had already made their way from the building, though a few injured littered the area. Given the rampage the villain seemed to be on, it was probably a good idea to try and get them well out of harm's way. He was about to walk over to one of the more injured-looking casualties when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of someone else. Another vigilante, one he recognised.
Oh no.

Rocky Cassidy

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A sigh of relief, then a panicked noise, then a sigh of defeat. That... Did not work! Not a bit, damn. At least Tino was scared of the bugs, but that also meant he just accidently caused some more civilian deaths, plus the water, plus the electricity. Yikes, a real big yikes. But... Wait,, wait, wait no that would be great- good idea time finally. Quickly but sneakily Rocky found a bit of cover, far enough from Tino and from the great big zappy mess that was spreading everywhere.

It was almost a good thing the hero was still under the effects of what all he was, cause this was about to give him the worst migraine. He took a really deep breath, and made sure to focus on only Tino. He was so focused that he didn't notice the numerous concrete shrapnel wounds. It would be terribly easy for anyone to sneak up on him right now, but also he would have to focus an extreme amount to pull this off. Rocky took one lance glance, thought he saw a vaguely familiar mask, but ignored it in favor of this party trick.

First thing, itchy feeling under the skin. It was really simple enough, and incredibly easy to pull off. Made the victims terribly uncomfy, and with how shaken up Tino was? His own head would make it that much worse. Plus it would blend well with the disappearance of most of the bugs, made it seem like they reached their target. Next, the difficult part. The wall right near him was perfect, made it seem like it just got caught in his wild swing, made the whole illusion seem that much more real, as he made it seem like some more pipelines broke, spreading that oh so deadly water onto where Tino stood. Step three, the cause a migraine part, make a nervous system light show.

Rocky knew fully well how much being zapped hurt, it had actually just happened to him about a month ago. An electrical quirk that probably should've killed him, but at least he could pull this off. Now to just pray that this worked even a bit,,, and that Tino didn't figure it out soon, that would lessen the hurt too much and give him away. He also hoped that no one found would figure out where he was hiding. That would be really bad. He already was feeling dizzy, and he didnt know how long hed be awake for.

The scratch of concrete was nothing compared to nauseating thumping in Tino's head. He had decided to make an exit out the wall instead of a door as the water had begun to leak towards him- to add to that- the sound of sirens had become increasingly louder. As the concrete came crumpling around him he followed the crowd of people whom were scrambling around the area- or filming. As blood trickled from his forehead, he followed a few people in the chaos in hopes that the vigilantes wouldn't follow after him.

Had the centipedes pierced his skin? It certainly felt as if they were crawling under it, as the piercing itches climbed up and down his arms leaving behind faint tingles. His breath came out in heavy pants as his vision blurred. He knew the cops didn't see him, but there was a high probability the vigilantes were hot on his trail, his only cover being the darkness of the moon-less cloudy night sky above.

The sight of people he recognised had frozen Lye to the spot, his head feeling cloudy. What he had done suddenly hit him, and he didn't feel like Lye anymore.

Arakan realised he was panicking, but he didn't know what to do about it. He could see wires in the water which were adding to the already intense chaos, see the people in pain all around him, people who he knew needed help, people who he could do nothing for. The mask still on his face was suffocating, only one thought in his head. He wanted out.

Being careful of the water littering the floor, he weaved his way through the puddles and people, his breathing getting more and more rapid as he went. The minute he got outside, he headed past the rescued civilians to the alleyway on the side of the building, ripping off his mask and stuffing it in his bag. He crouched down as the reality of what he had done ran through his head, swallowing him like a fog. He had broken the last promise he had ever made her, in a situation he couldn't possibly help in with her gone, in a place with people who knew him from before, where he cpuld be easily recognised. He ran his fingers through his still-wet hair, ignoring the dye stains it left on his hands as sobs escaped his lips, trying as hard as he could to keep himself quiet. He didn't want to be found like this.

Night watched someone—no, another vigilante—all-but run out of the building, clawing at their mask. Vigilantes were notorious for getting injured and not seeking medical help due to police scouring every nook and cranny for them. He should know. Because he was one of those people. So, as Fletcher and his team pulled up, he waved and started running.

And ohhh, boy did that electricity hurt! It was akin to having red-hot barbed wire implanted under his skin, every movement spiking pain and a horrible burning sensation. He hadn't managed to get enough to Overclock, thank the skies, but he definitely should not have taken in that much. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't discharge it without discharging all of it, which would do more harm than good.

He stopped at the entrance to an alley, ears picking up faint sniffling.

Oh. Yay. Here he went again with comforting people.

Night stepped quietly into the alley, though not silently; he didn't want to spook them. He stayed a little ways away, clearing his throat and taking on that raspy, damaged voice he used for vigilante-ing. "Are you injured?"

((Leaving the others to wait for Sincerity))

Arakan could tell there were people there, their sillouettes casting long shadows on the ground. His ears were filled with static, his breaths shaky. He knew they were talking, but he couldn't hear what they were saying through the constant screaming of his mind. He clutched his retracted Bo staff to his chest, curling up further as he remembered everything he'd done. He knew he looked a mess, but he honestly couldn't bring himself to care. Why did it matter? Everyone who cared about him was dead.

He gave up trying to muffle the small sobs which escaped his mouth, letting them out quietly as he buried his head into his knees, grip on his staff tightening with the effort of staying quiet. Who knows? Maybe if he made himself small enough the people would forget he was there and go away like everyone else.