El!
El has been with the site for nearly two years now and has continued to prove her value. Currently, she is heading up our site event, Battle for Liberterram, on top of keeping up with her own personal plots.
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Peggy Carter!
Lux's posts are all wonderful to read. She has done a wonderful job of grasping the new universe and incorporating Peggy into it.
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Peter Parker!
It's good to see Spidey back on the site. Watching him deal with the universe shift in his own snarky way has been nothing short of entertaining.
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Eight O'Clock on the Dot!
El and Lux are making magic in this thread. Straight up fireworks, and the way they've played with drawing out the reveal is top class.
With the attacks on the surface under way, the Chitauri also turn their sites to Atlantis, knowing now that they are a dangerous power in the games on Earth that must be taken care of in order to conquer it.
What they are not prepared for is the strength of their forces and the pressure that the depths of the ocean will put on their soldiers.
You are allowed to control as many enemies, allies, and civilians in your posts as you need to.
Event thread should take priority over other threads.
You will have three days to post once its your turn. If you miss, the next person can post. If you miss twice, your character may receive a more serious injury that will disqualify them from further phases.
Available Enemies:
Chitauri: Garden-variety Chitauri soldiers. They are hive-minded. Armed with Chitauri guns or spears. Hold up the least well at Atlantis' depths. (Approx. 350)
Leviathan: Large, flying, whale-like creatures built for destruction. Armed with teeth and size. Hold up the best in Atlantis' depths. (Approx. 5)
Chitlian: Bulked-up Chitauri soldiers that are more machine than biological. Stronger than regular Chitauri and exempt from the hive-mind. Armed with Chitauri guns and spears. Hold up okay in Atlantis' depths, although their machinery is affected by the pressure eventually. (Approx. 200)
Available Allies:
Atlantean Soldiers: Strong physical fighters, they are good at what they do and will fiercely protect their home. Atlanteans have ranged energy weapons as well as war-ships that can be used.
The Atlantean Elite: Armored, the Atlantean Elite represent the Empire's best, and they are skilled in a wide array of weapons, from several types of ranged energy weapons to melee weapons. Their armoring makes them considerably more durable than the average soldier, and their experience and skill is unmatched.
Sorcerers: A handful of combat healers will be at the ready. Offensive and defensively geared sorcerers will also be present and can be utilized, with Dorma's own intelligence group awaiting orders.
Simyra & A Mutate Monster: The depths are home to all manner of strange beast. Simyra, Namor's Kraken is a Guardian of the Capital. Besides Simyra, a nearby canyon houses earth's take on a Leviathan that is on fair terms with the Atlanteans, and could be utilized.
Wild-life: Aquatic creatures of the deep owe Atlantis their allegiance. Colossal squids, whales, sharks and more may join the battle.
When word reached Atlantis of the attack on the United States' West Coast, the response was minimal. No attack was believed to reach the Capital, but defenses were nonetheless high, as they had been high in the last eight months since the Lemurian-Barbarian attack on the city.
Then, the globular watchtowers caught sight of a distance threat. Alarms are sounded throughout the city in pitches beyond human hearing. Soldiers, war-ships and great aquatic beasts of legend are mobilized from the Capital and nearby cities that can provide reinforcements. The war-ships are the first to meet the invading forces, which are identified as Chitauri and sent back through the ranks.
The Chitauri do not fare well. The depths and the pressure that come with it kill a fourth of their forces before they reach the protective dome of the city, and the rest are weakened. Watchtowers and the automated turrets open fire as soon as the forces are in line of sight, with the beasts and warships moving to intercept the Chitauri from the side and rear.
Enemy troops have already punched a hole through the dome above the Market District, with more parts of the protective shield weakening with each passing moment.
The Atlanteans are doing better than their surfacer counterparts, but a threat is still present. If the attack is not rebuffed soon, the Capital could be flooded by enemies from all sides.
The pale, diffused light of the last lantern faded from existence, plunging the world into the blackness of the deep. Atlantean eyes adjusted to the environment, seeing a world filtered in blues, other colors muted but shining through in a faint glowing quality from the ultra-violet rays that pierced deeper still. And if one looked up, the sun, pale and white-blue, thousands of feet up over the cerulean waves, and between it and the city, the encroaching army that would now have to deal with abominable visibility.
The shrill cries of the sirens ended at the same moment. Every Atlantean unable to fight had long since been ushered into the bunkers throughout the city, with the palace staff, Council of Elders and a few others confined to the Vault. The soldiers had been called away by Aquaria's command, war-beasts and ships moving to flank the enemy before they reached the city. The rest of the city waited, with most every citizen at the ready. Years of mandatory combat training meant that most were not unskilled in the art of war, and with their home already savaged eight months ago, the common Atlantean was ready to kill and risk life and limb in the name of defending their home.
The world plunged into silence, the tension was palpable. Only the occasional stir of soft movement created much sound. Or the pounding of one's own heart like drums in the deep. Then, flashes of light. Brilliant, ectoplasmic green light arced in the dark, lighting up the warships behind the silhouette of an alien army. Shrieks sounded through the water, and then more joined them as the flashes of lights became more regular. Soon, the battle was underway in full. Most of the Chitauri forces were engaging the army, and compared to the footage that many had seen, they were slow. Haggard, with stilted movements from the pressure. And the constant shift from dark to light did not seem to help matters either. As the army engaged them, schools of sharks, a pod of orca, and a few colossal squid moved to join the fray.
While the bulk of the forces were engaged, two Leviathans, mounted with a few dozen Chitauri and Chitlians slipped through the ranks and swam toward the city. Their descent did not slow, if anything the great worms seemed to pick up speed and one smashed against the invisible protections. The dome-grid flashed gold in the dark, sending sparks into the deep that produced no heat. The Leviathan seemed pained by the collision and unleashed a cry before it swam back, leaving the second Leviathan to attack the same spot. The golden grid seemed to fray as threads of magic began to unravel. A third collision brought it down, and soon Chitauri were shedding off its bloated, armored body and swimming through the streets on the third tier--the market district.
Before the second could fully enter through the opened gap in the defenses, the which enveloped the city began to move. Then so too did the mosaic walkways and the stairs until part of the city itself became an undulating mass. The colors and textures of the area began to bleed until the dusky, eggplant purple coloration revealed itself over a monstrously large form. Simyra, the Kraken had been lying in wait for a breach of the city. Three of her tentacles moved to strike, enveloping the Leviathan before more still joined. Chitlian and Chitauri still mounted moved to attack the tendrils, loosening Simyra's hold, and allowing the Leviathan to swim wildly. The great worm crashed through the edges of the market district, sending chunks of stone work hurdling through the water, much to Simyra's frustration. Two of her tentacles went to sweeping and crushing the sharp little parasites that were attacking her, while the others went to work at peeling the plating off of the Leviathan.
Namor, too had been lying in wait. While his cousin rallied the offensive, he stayed behind to helm the defense. When word came of the attack, he called first for Lady Dorma to employ her network of spies and sorcerers inside the city and bolster their defenses. While they didn't have as much forewarning as he would have liked, they had time enough for her to arm whatever she could with traps, cantrips and other weapons that could be triggered in the event that the enemy reached the confines of the city. What she did exactly, he did not know, but he had the utmost faith in her abilities. She and his cousin had held the city for hours against an attack with a great deal more preparation, and far more forces than this.
And they would do it again. Compared to the Barbarian-Lemurian attack, this was nothing. This was an insult. The Mad Titan thought that their city would be broken by an attack as inconsequential as this? He thought that his people would bend the knee because he sent a few stilted soldiers to attempt to school them in the ways of defeat? Atlantis would teach the Titan defeat. They would teach him why Hubris was a fatal flaw when they tore his petty army asunder for having the audacity to attack. And they would rally behind him when he brought his own to the surface to roll over his insects there. They would die, and he would escort the Mad Titan to Tartarus personally.
"Alexander," he barked before he flung out his arm, palm and fingers spread as he pushed the water itself to slam against a grouping of Chitlian. Then, immediately following that, he balled his fist, tightening the water around them until their bodies popped like grapes. "Deal with the second Leviathan." The child had been let loose to prove himself, and even if his character was found lacking, Namor had no doubt that he could handle many of these troops on his own. And as much as he was hesitant on Victoria having also joined the fray, he'd no doubt that her power could wipe out scores of these invaders within their environment.
A group of half a dozen Chitlians moved toward the Tower of Esal, a historic and sacred part of the city. He would not be able to direct the current so near to it. Twisting around the trident, he fired a few blasts from down the prongs. "Protect the tower!"
@victoriamatthews not at all happy with this post, but here you go. Do what you want with Chitlian/Chitauri forces, join the fight against the Leviathan, manipulate the Simyra/Leviathan fight and rubble how you want, etc.
Regrets? I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption.
Victoria had not been idle since the last attack on Atlantis, an attack she shouldn't have been in in the first place. She was beginning to think she was cursed at least this time the Chitauri came she wasn't locked in a walk in with a bunch of terrified customers. No, this time she was ready to join the fight with the Atlanteans. While she may have held her own during the last battle, Tori had felt completely and utterly in adequate compared to the Atlanteans. Once her wounds had healed enough, she had asked the Lady Dorma to train her to fight, while she may never be as skilled as they were, she didn't want to be a burden should it happen again.
She had made quite the effort to visit Atlantis whenever she could after that, it left little time for her musical endeavors but she didn't seem to mind so much. All the time she spent in Atlantis had changed her and not just physically. While she had been thin before, her old lifestyle hadn't included nearly so much exercise. Swimming at the depths of the Capitol, even with her special mask with magic to protect her, her body had become toned with muscle and strength she didn't know she was capable of. Matched with her training with Lady Dorma and Tori was beginning to prove herself quite the warrior.
Tori found herself thinking about just how blessed her life had become since meeting Namor on that beach all those months ago. He'd even made some changes to the mask she wore that allowed her to breathe and protected her from the crushing depths, it molded with her face so that it was hard to see and much harder to pry off if you didn't know how. It also allowed her to see like an Atlantean, opening her eyes and her mind to the wonders of the inky depths. She tilted her face upwards towards the faint light of the sun, who's rays could barely reach this far though it's UV-lights covered the watery world. Reaching out to her side, she took Kaimus' hand, unable to feel his flesh through the gloves that kept her from accidentally harming someone with her power.
Kaimus was just another blessing that Tori would have never dreamed of. They'd met during the last battle and unlike most of the Atlanteans who forced Tori to prove herself to them before they truly gave her the time of day, Kaimus had been curious about her though he seemed absolutely fascinated with her hair. She had come to learn it was because the golden color of her hair was so rare amongst Atlanteans that there was only one...Aquaria. Tori had informed him that she was not a Princess of any sort but he didn't seem to care.
He'd come to visit her while she was healing in the dry wing of the Infirmary, it had been the first time he'd been in the dry part of the city and it was far different to walk in air when you'd spent your entire life in water. The two of them had talked for hours and Tori had taught him how to play card games as Namor had brought her a deck after she'd asked for things to keep her entertained while her leg healed. Their improbable friendship had blossomed into an impossible relationship over the next few months, though they had many obstacles to get through if that relationship was to amount to anything.
She took in a deep steadying breath as the Leviathan broke through the barrier that protected the city, shielding her eyes with her free hand against the light that broke through her night vision. She could feel Kaimus squeeze her hand, she knew he had to be upset that his home was being attacked yet again. She knew how he felt, and she had no idea if her mother was alright. There hadn't been any news of the aliens attacking Portland but it wasn't that much smaller then Seattle so there wasn't anything that could stop them. She couldn't think about that now though, she had promised to help defend Atlantis and she needed to stay focused.
As the Chitauri descended upon the city, Tori gently pulled her hand free of Kaimus' to pull her gloves off her hands and tuck them into her belt. She needed to be able ot use her power in this fight and Kaimus understood that as he watched her ready herself. Handing from her belt were a pair of copper daggers, she'd chosen copper due it's high conductivity so her power could flow through the daggers like an extension of her hand and add insult to injury with her attacks. "I shall not leave your side." He told her, and though it made her smile she knew she was holding him back.
"Don't worry about me, do what you need to do." She told him, leaning up a bit to kiss him on the cheek. She could see Namor not far away enter the battle, using his own abilities against the creatures. Pulling her daggers free, she let her energy flow into the metal, sparking to life as electricity crackled down their lengths. She nodded to Kaimus to tell him that she was ready and together they lept from the balcony they'd been standing on into the battle below. She had a hard time focusing when Kaimus fought so near, his movements so swift and sure but Tori knew she had to pay attention.
Lashing out, her dagger caught one of the Chitauri in the arm, energy pulsing through his body as she jammed the other in between the chinks of his armor to complete the circuit and fry him from the inside out. Her physical strength hadn't been the only thing she'd been working on and she could build more of a charge on her own then she could before. Pulling free from that one she threw her arm out to arc lightning towards a group of Chitauri. The electricity danced between them, distracting them long enough so Atlantean warriors could descend upon them. Namor had told her to be careful, while she had power, she was still human.
Post by z inactive dorma on Feb 10, 2016 5:17:04 GMT
The moment the alarms had sounded Dorma had quickly rallied her people together and gave them their marching orders. As they had just months before, they were to set traps around the city that would harm any who set it off. Physical or magical she did not particularly care. The traps needed to be set quickly so as to get as many out there before the city was attacked.
There was an excited murmur amongst her merry band of spies and sorcerers as they rushed off to complete this task. Dorma smiled slightly, wholly amused. When Llyra has orchestrated her attack earlier her people had quickly dispersed their traps which had been fairly effective in the fight. They had also learned a lot after this practical application and in the following months there had been some experimentation to make said traps even more effective in case the Lemurians and Barbarians decided to attack again - something everyone felt was highly likely. And while she knew none of them would have wished for their city to fall under attack again - and especially not so soon - she also understood their excitement at getting to try out their new and improved designs. She had to admit she was rather curious about how the traps would play out. She also hoped this would be last time they got to see them in action for a very, very long time.
The air fell silent as the alarms died off. Dorma looked up from her task to quickly survey the air around her. This was it, the calm before the storm. Suppressing a shiver she returned to her work. Atlantis was eerily silent. The usually active city was devoid of people. Those who could fight having been given their marching orders and sent on their way. The rest had been cached around the city where they would be safe until the all clear had sounded. Barring of course, any of the enemy finding their way into the bunkers.
Having concluded her own portion of the traps Dorma swam off in search of Namor. Aquaria had gone forward with a portion of the troops and would do what she could to prevent the invaders from entering the city limits. Dorma had no doubt that Aquaria would be able to hold her own out there but even so she offered up a quick prayer for the princess’s safety - for all their safety.
”Lady Dorma!”[/color] A harried voice caught her attention. Slowing slightly to let the Atlantean catch up to her she looked at the young woman expectantly. ”The city has been breached,” The messenger reported placing her right fist over her heart and giving a small bow. Quickly thanking the woman, Dorma took off once more.
A flash of light from the corner of her eye caught Dorma’s attention. Victoria’s work no doubt. Changing her trajectory she headed towards the arc of electricity and the fight for the city. One of the invaders had seen her approach and quickly swam at her swinging his weapon furiously in her direction. Dorma frowned at the creature and waved her hand, directing the magic she commanded to use the very water he was trying to swim through to for a solid barrier and push him forcefully into a nearby wall. Dorma had no idea if the impact had killed the horrid creature or not but he quickly slid slack to the ground. A nearby guard was kind enough to chop it’s head off just in case the blunt force trauma had not done the trick.
She was pleased to see that Victoria was holding her own in the battle. Surfacers were not nearly as hardy as Atlanteans were, nor as strong, but Victoria made up for that with sheer will. The young woman had decided that she wished to take her fate into her own hands and learn how to fight. Something at which she had become quite adept at.
Drawing the sword that was hanging from a gilded belt on her waist Dorma easily parted one of the alien’s heads from its body. She was a little surprised that they had managed to make it down this far into the ocean without any assistance. The water pressure tended to make things uncomfortable just before it killed them. She made a mental note to add their appearance at the bottom of the ocean into the dossier she had created on them shortly after the attack on New York. It made her a little curious as to what else they could withstand.
Narrowing her eyes at a small group that was currently fighting a few members of the guard she sent her magic in that direction slowly heating up the water around the attackers. Atlanteans were bred to handle extreme temperatures so she was not worried about her people. They would be fine. The attackers soon began to squirm and lose focus as they were fighting making it easier for the guards to pick them off.
A shout caught Dorma’s attention. She turned her head just in to see a tentacle toss a flailing figure into a wall. Ah so Simyra had come out to play. That would certainly prove to make this little skirmish interesting.
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Feb 12, 2016 1:15:58 GMT
Being a partial clone of Namor himself, nothing in the deep was that unusual to Tigershark, at least in terms of how everything appeared. He’d always seen things in a blueish hue underwater, and being in Atlantis, even deeper down, it didn’t seem to change much. Not that he really paid all too much attention to such matters.
Over the past six months and his sadly short lived excursions back to the surface world, Tigershark had to concede, in his own mind, that perhaps Namor was just a tad bit stronger than him. He had to simply settle on being the smartest. He didn’t really care about Atlantis at all, even now. He disliked the place immensely, and hated being there because there was nothing for him to do, and everyone just loved Namor. He didn’t like the other members of his “family” either. Dorma was pretty but so boring to listen to, and he hadn’t really met Aquaria, so she was the only one who he felt pretty indifferent toward.
Ugh, at least on the surface people hated Namor too, and it was just all around better. He hated this place and honestly didn’t care if it was attacked. Why should he? It was no more his home than simply another prison in his mind. At least there were two cool things about Atlantis; the coliseum was pretty awesome and he admittedly enjoyed all the naked ladies floating about. Still, he didn’t really identify with the culture, but he probably was going to be dragged back here every time he left.
Like most Atlanteans, Tigershark was also naked, since clothes added drag in the water and he didn’t really need them down here.
Since it was being attacked however, Tigershark had been let out to let off some steam. He needed to make sure he wasn’t rusty either, since it had been awhile since he’d been on a mission, though this time it was for Atlantis instead of HYDRA. Not that it mattered, since all that Tigershark cared about was the fighting, and this time Namor wasn’t going to be angry about him fighting these things. The battle began, with green light arcing in the dark of the sea, and the shrieks of the Chitauri attacking the army led by Aquaria. He could hear all the battle sounds, and it was making him itching to fight something.
They were attacking the dome that shielded the city, something created by magic which had proven to be real to Tigershark in the past six months. The two leviathans threw themselves at the barrier, carrying some of the other forces with it. The slow beasts finally cracked the shield and moved down into the city proper, mainly the market district. Which seemed to breakaway as something hideous popped up out of the tiles, tentacles waving everywhere. “What the fuck is that?” Tigershark said, not really expecting an answer, and whatever it was, it was certainly on the side of Atlantis, as it wrestled with the first leviathan and swatted away Chitauri and Chitilians around it.
Namor attacked a group of Chitlians, barking out his name. At the order, a somewhat dark grin spread across his features. “Awww yeah. This is gonna be fun.” Tigershark said in response, definitely one of the few people enjoying the carnage and fighting. He didn’t pay much mind to any of the others around there, but he definitely didn’t like whoever the blonde girl was.
She just better watch herself with her electric shock stuff. Shooting off through the water like a bullet, Tigershark charged the second Leviathan head on, fist crashing into the plated sides of it’s mouth, cracking the armor since he wasn’t holding back. The slow beast shook its head, slamming the boy back through the water.
He seemed largely unconcerned, only grinning more, before torpedoing back into overly large creature, knocking it over and continuing to pummel it. Some of the free Chitauri moved to attack him, only to have their heads removed from their bodies. “C’mon, is that all you pussies got!?” Tigershark said, before finding himself face to face with the Leviathan once more.
Namor Also TS is still speaking in German, so chances are Tori or Dorma (maybe) won't understand him
Namor's gills rose and fell on his neck with steady breaths, even with adrenaline flooding his bloodstream and making his heart hammer against his ribcage. Every last one of them would die, and amount to little more than a feast for the sharks. By the Triumvirate he swore it, and he swore it with each drop of blood that boiled in his veins. His rage was palpable, from the tension in his body to his very aura. Simyra, whose alien psyche mingled with his own, fed off of the vitriol and let it saturate her every action as she took to throttling the "Leviathan" in her grip. A moment later, the barbs imbedded in her suction cups emerged, sinking into the Leviathan's flesh, most of which was exposed from her careful removal of the armored plating. The Leviathan unleashed a drowned cry of agony, but was helpless to remove the fluid mass of raw strength.
Simyra's thoughts reverberated back in the King's mind, compounding the effects of his outrage and vice versa until both beings were as resolute as they were bloodthirsty.
Seeing Alexander do as he was told for the first time since he'd been taken into the drink, Namor moved with a burst of alacrity to defend the Tower of Esal. On his way to, a flash of brilliant light pulsed through the water as the atmosphere around the light crackled, steamed and spat from the induction of an electrical current. Catching an eyeful of Victoria's handiwork, the hybrid was relieved to see that her training with the Lady Dorma had bore fruit. With luck, her durability would not have to be tested as her endurance presently was.
Catching the sight of flowing, blood red locks he saw the Lady Dorma herself in the distance, contending with a group of Chitauri and managing the battle almost effortlessly.
Near enough to the base of the Tower now, he no longer depended on strafing shots from the Trident. Landing in the midst of the Chitlian that were attempting to swarm the monument, he moved the water, pushing from the base of the Tower of Esal outward so that the structure wouldn't be harmed in the shaping. In an instant, the water ebbed and flowed, pulled by an unseen current as it densified, hardened and then pushed up and out. The Chitlian stumbled back, skewered by phantom spears that shot out plumes of blood that coiled around streams of bubbles. Pulling them back with a quick gesture, Namor pulled the water about to form a ring around the Tower, with either side pushing against the Chitlian until their bodies were forced together and compacted, as if put in a press.
Metal and bones screamed in a cacophony shortly after the remnants of life were pulled from them.
Sweeping his arm, he used the water to scatter the corpses away from the Tower and drove them back into Chitauri that were beginning to advance through the market District. Armed citizens moved to meet those that were stumbling back, metal weapons flashing as they caught distant light from the firing warships. Others simply opted for poetic justice, and move to gun down the Chitauri with energy weapons. The fight was strong with his people yet, and already fortune did not lie with the invaders.
@victoriamatthews short, crap post. feel free to advance this however you guys want, since I imagine most of the battle's outside the city and they're mostly dealing with the trash. If you wanna have them all fight in a group together, we can work toward that.
Regrets? I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption.
Tori had been speculating on whether or not she'd have done so well in Atlantis if weren't for all the extra energy she had due to her abilities. Being a human battery had it's upsides, and thankfully it seemed all the Atlanteans ate a lot so she also wasn't worried about eating the Kingdom into a famine. It was so strange to her that the one place she felt more like she fit in didn't have another human being. Focusing on that thought had made her depressed however and Kaimus had made her promise not to think about it again. He was right of course, life didn't always turn out the way you planned and sometimes you just had to go with what felt right instead of what society thought was right.
So here she was, in her second invasion of Atlantis within a year, and her third invasion ever. Unlike the last two, Tori was prepared for this one. Underwater she felt like a true superhero, swimming about made her feel like she was flying and her powers were far more powerful in the ocean water then they were on land. She'd been trying to figure out how to arc lightning in the air like she could in Atlantis but she hadn't been able to make it work yet. Of course, underwater it was much more difficult to call down lightning as she didn't have direct access to the atmosphere but she rarely used that ability anyway, lightning was wild, sporadic, and just didn't care who it was harming in the process.
Dorma fought not far away, and Tori hoped that she wasn't making a complete fool of herself in her mentor's eyes. While she would have had reservations about killing in other situations, these aliens were not strangers. They had been here before and they could not be reasoned with. If they thought they were going to take the Earth without a fight then they were sorely mistaken and Tori wasn't about to just lay down and die. Her mother had raised a survivor, not a doormat.
Kaimus swam past her so fast she barely saw it, his sword raised as he attached a Chitauri behind her. She didn't have the time to look back as she was dealing with the Chitauri in front of her. The alien managed to get a grip on her throat but before it could squeeze she released electricity into it's arm, forcing it to let go or get fried. Without hesitation, she brought her dagger straight up under it's jaw, jamming it into it's skull. Another short zap would hopefully keep it down. Pulling her dagger free, Tori glanced about for her next target and spotted a group of Chitauri led by a Chitlian swimming towards Namor.
"Kaimus! They're heading for Namor!" She called, motioning with her hand in the direction of the Tower. Kaimus reached out and snagged her wrist, pulling her along with him. The Atlanteans were still far faster in their watery home then she would ever be and Tori had no problem being carried if it meant getting to Namor in time. As they passed Dorma, Tori threw out her other hand to send a bolt of lightning at the Chitauri sneaking up behind the spymaster. "Lady Dorma!" she called, hoping it would draw Dorma's attention to Namor. While Tori knew Namor could take care of himself, he didn't have to and that was the point.
They reached Namor about the same time the large group did, and Tori wasted no time in scattering their formation with a well placed Arc. They had so much metal in their armor that her lightning could chain between them if they stood too close, something they were learning far too quickly. She had heard that the Chitauri had a hive mind, which would make sense with the way they fought. If one of them learned something, then every other Chitarui would know it too. And they were quickly learning that Atlantis was not the best target.
Post by z inactive dorma on Feb 17, 2016 22:52:52 GMT
The chitauri Dorma was battling snarled something at her in a language she did not recognize. While she had no idea what he had said to her she highly doubted it was something complimentary. ”Really now, that’s no way to talk to a lady.” She informed him. Giving the alien a look to let her know she was displeased Dorma drove her sword through the creature’s gut, giving the sword a sharp twist in order to do maximum damage.
One of the guards by her side gave her a look; silently pointing out that it was not exactly like her to hold a one sided conversation. Insults yes; occasional taunting, sure. This, not so much. Dorma met his gaze with a raised eyebrow, silently daring him to say something. A bolt of lightning shot past her causing Dorma to jump slightly. Though seeing as how Victoria had taken out one of the Chitauri who had been trying to sneak up on her, there wasn’t much she could say.
Victoria drew her attention to Namor who had a group of Chitauri heading in his direction. Dorma barked a few orders and the guards on her detail fell into formation around Kaimus and Victoria they swam onwards to the tower. They got there just in time. Victoria scattered the enemy making their advance less effective and a thought struck Dorma. Metal and salt water did not tend to go well together and something told her the Chitauri did not treat their metals like the Atlanteans did theirs to make it more durable. Ordering her guards to watch her back Dorma went to work. Taking a deep breath she tapped into her magic. Concentrating she coaxed the salt particles to break away from the oxygen and hydrogen and directed them onto every bit of metal on the Chitauri that they could find. The salt was more than happy to begin eating away at the shiny surfaces and with a little push of magic, Dorma was able to speed up the effects. Their weapons and their armor began to show signs of rust. Hopefully she would be able to keep it up long enough to make their weapons ineffective; or at the very least easily torn apart. It was hard to win a battle when your equipment didn’t work right.
Dorma hoped she wasn’t doing any lasting damage to the environment pulling out the salt from the water as she was. Intellectually she figured it would be fine, the Ocean was very, very large, and the water she was affecting was merely a drop in the scheme of things. The newly “freshwater” would simply mix into the water around it, once again become salt water. It happened all the time, particularly when it rained. However magic tended to be tricky, and sometimes there could be unintended consequences when you messed with the balance of things. She would just have to keep an eye on things for a bit when things settled down to make sure she had not upset things too much.
Alexander Cuvier Shitty post is shitty. Feel free to have people's armor fall apart and what not.
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Feb 18, 2016 23:06:15 GMT
Tigershark paid little to no attention to the other parties, focused more on his fight with the Leviathan itself, and currently having to to hold back it’s mouth from devouring him was taking the brunt of his concentration. The big whale like thing was trying to eat him, and he was definitely not becoming Leviathan food today. He pulled back a free fist and slammed into the side of the beast, causing it roar out in pain, and subsequently end up letting him go. The armor plating on some of the creatures was apparently already starting to flake off easier. Well, that was weird.
The Leviathan then started to charge Alexander, which definitely was entertaining to the young man. This thing at least had some fight in it, which was great. He didn’t want this fight to be over too fast, even though he was aware that he was going to win it already. He was faster and stronger than this slow thing anyway, and he was among the greatest, so it was no contest who was going to win between the two of them.
He waited till it was right on top of him, and then moved out of the way of its maw, and lined up right with it’s eye. “Take this,” Tigershark said, a swear following as he slammed his fist into the beast’s eye, punching right through the skull of the creature, and a short lived scream followed as it thrashed around, dying. It managed to slam Tigershark back against one of the pillars once more, this time doing a little bit more damage to him than he liked to admit. Not that he would ever admit that he was hurt right now, since he was in the middle of a fight. “Yeah, how you like me know?” Tigershark crowed to the dying Leviathan.
He looked around and saw the horrible monster of whatever still fighting, and Namor fighting near the tower, which he was not at all going to head toward because he didn’t like Namor for one thing and for another, horrible electric woman was there and he wasn’t going to be near her for any length of time as long as he could avoid it. Besides, there were still Chitauri and Chitlian to take care of, which he noticed as a group of them floated slowly over to him.
He snorted at their stiff and slow movements, and quickly swam through the group, grabbing one of the Chitauri and slamming it into another, having way less of a problem dispatching the aliens than the Leviathan. “C’mon, you gotta do better than that!” Tigershark taunted at the group, which was down by about half of the original set. It was then that one of the Chitlian got its energy weapon working and struck the boy in the back with it.
“Aughhh!” Tigershark screamed out in pain, because that actually really hurt, though he certainly wasn’t down an out. Now, he was just angry, and focused his attention on the alien that had just shot him. At least the Leviathan had been dealt with.
Namor somewhat crappy post, sorry TS is still off doing his own thing. I'll try to get him to join the group soon enough >>
Twirling the Trident around with deadly, fluid grace, white-blue blasts were swimming through the water in ribbon like movements, sped up so that they collided with their intended target in a hairsbreadth of a moment. Once they landed, they cracked Chitauri armor, split bones and propelled bodies through the water as the energy seared and penetrated, blistering surface skin and damaging underlying tissue like a superheated electrical blast without ever generating a current. From this position, he was able to hit a fair few targets at a distance, and relished every collision, taking satisfaction in seeing those that would destroy his home become little more than broken heaps on the mosaic tile.
Drawing the water at a distance like he was throwing shut a curtain, he slammed Chitauri together and compacted their bodies until their skins burst and their forms caved in like aluminum cans exposed to a vacuum. Seeing them become little more than a cube of brittle metal and bone resonated with him on some level--or perhaps it was Simyra. Her mind was still muddling with his, and at this point the Kraken had pulled apart the Leviathan. Its throttled form was broken, and when she lifted her barbed suction cups, flesh tore off with it until she retracted the barbs.
From there, she tossed the bits she'd taken into every direction, fanning out the carnage. The additional blood whet the appetites of sharks that were already pulling in, and soon enough the great predators of the deep were seizing what Chitauri they could find, leaving the weakened aliens to retaliate how they could. But even when sharks were lost, this simply drew more, until the beasts were in something of a feeding frenzy.
As Namor's mind was split between the sharks and what Chitauri he could see in the distance, a group converged on his point, led by a Chitlian. He did not notice them at first until an energy blast went just wide of his form, blasting the tower behind him. The holy site was fortified, only scoring slightly from the blast, but he knew well it would not be able to withstand many direct attacks, particularly at a shortened distance. Brow furrowing, his head snapped to their direction, ready to retaliate, but finding retaliation already in the works.
Chain lightning spread between many of the Chitauri, working through the water and amplified by the metal plating. Some were seized by the lightning, falling unconscious or dead as others were paralyzed or severely injured, weakened forms sizzling and spitting in the water. "Well done, Victoria!" The King congratulated her in English, baritone rumbling through the water with a filtered effect on his voice that all Atlanteans bore; a vibrato and a second voice overlaid on their own.
Firing off bolts from the Trident, he hit what targets weren't engaged by the rest of the men. While they were busy engaging the force, another approached unseen from the side. The two Chitlian set up a device, focused on the Atlantean King, and fired.
A blast of red-white light cut through the water, flashing in the darkness with enough intensity to rival the sun for its brief lived appearance. The blast was two feet wide, thirty-feet long, and hit with enough force that the monarch was knocked away from the tower and kept going until his body smashed into part of the market district a stone's throw away from Dorma. For a moment, the monarch laid in the rubble. The energy of the cannon continued to play over his body, keeping him down in the wreckage as cuts opened all over the surface of his skin, fanning out in a spider-web like pattern. But his skin was tougher than they anticipated, it seemed, as none of the cuts went deep enough to be threatening. Only to hurt, and the bruises that were already forming around the network of thin cuts hurting all the more.
As soon as he could move, he pushed himself from the rubble, aggravating the wounds that were playing all across his chest. Grimacing briefly, he finally found his footing, even as his blood inked into the water and slowly dissipated in the current. Reorienting himself once he came to a stand, he surveyed his surroundings. The Lady Dorma was a small distance away, and was only barely out of his way if he wanted to make it back to the Tower. Swimming, and leaving plumes of blood in his wake (though they lessened with each moment), Namor stopped shy of his Spymaster.
"My lady, I would appreciate your help in disabling the weapon that put me here while I deal with the forces around the tower." If the cannon hit anyone else, he'd no doubt what it would do to them. He wanted to be nearby to protect the tower and his people. And while he had every confidence that he could destroy the weapon, he did not want to risk it firing before that point and being unable to mitigate the damages. He knew that the Lady Dorma would be able to help.
Sweeping the woman into his arms, he swam quickly to where they needed to be, touching down at the tower to once more join the fray. The tide of the battle was already turning their way.
@victoriamatthews
Regrets? I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption.
Victoria was glad she had caught Dorma's attention, her magic would very useful in the fight. Grasping tight to Kaimus' wrist so she wouldn't get left behind, she focused on her next target. Once the enemy group had been scattered she shut off the flow of her power, breathing hard with the intensity of it. The water around her would be oiling by this point but she didn't have the time to slow down.
They both landed near Namor, Tori trying her best to look weak next to the far more powerful Atlanteans, she only hoped she was doing Namor proud but she apparently was with the way he encouraged her. Her lips curled into a smile at his words but she didn't turn to look at him, it would break her concentration as she was already powering up for her next attack. She needed to save her power so she didn't engage what was left of the group until they got close enough for her stab with her daggers. In the distance she could pick out Alexander taking on a Leviathan all by himself. She knew next to nothing about him, cept what Namor had told her, and she honestly didn't understand why Alexander disliked her other then the fact that he seemed to hate everything that she loved.
A blast of light shot past her and Tori turned in time to see it strike Namor. "NAMOR!" She called out, but she didn't have the time to go after him as two chitauri advanced on her. Their armor did them little good now, falling away as soon as she struck them. She had been training in the water for months now, and these Chitauri were sluggish compared to her in the vast pressure of the deep ocean. Gravity didn't mean quite so much here and she used that to her advantage as she used their own weight against them. Each strike of her daggers was punctuated by a flash of electricity that sparked into them.
The short bursts were far easier to keep up and just as disorienting for her target. However, now she had more then just her immediate enemies to think about as the canon still tried to take out those fighting near the tower. She barely managed to dodge out of the way but the movement cost her as a chitauri fist caught her in the side. She managed to bring her dagger up into his arm, but she was gasping for air. She could feel the pain spidering out from her ribs and she hoped she hadn't broken anything.
She let the pain fuel her rage, lashing out at the chitauri who came too close. When Namor and Dorma both joined the fight she looked to them for guidance but made sure not to take her eyes off the canon in the distance. She wasn't sure her power could reach that far and decided the risk of striking something else was far too large. Instead, she turned her power on a chitlian who thought to strike at them from above. Tori had seen too many horror movies to not look up once and awhile.
Post by z inactive dorma on Feb 26, 2016 5:08:52 GMT
A burst of light caught Dorma’s attention. Her eyes, not accustomed to bright light this far under the ocean, burned as her pupils expanded in response to the influx of light. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the point where she could see once more; just in time to see Namor flung into a nearby structure. Dorma screamed at the sight; her cry full of anguish, pain, fear, and worry. It was a battle cry and a promise of retaliation. She hadn’t meant to, it had slipped out unbidden. Namor was hers, there was no romance or promises of love between them, nor was she holding out for one, but he was hers none the less. Her to care for, hers to protect, just as Aquaria was, just as Victoria and the obnoxious Alexander had become. Hers. And Poseidon help the fool who tried to take them away from her.
In that moment Dorma scared herself at the lengths she would be willing to go to in order to avenge Namor had those idiots managed to kill him. She would gladly tear the city apart stone by stone to take out every single one of them. No one would be safe from her wrath - not even her own people. The ones she had devoted her life to protecting. She did not care one whit if she lost her life in the process but she would see the heads of her enemies rolling at her feet; such was her wrath in that instance.
It was over before she had even managed to shake off her moment of shock to ready a spell. Before she had even been able to move an inch to her fallen King he was pulling himself out of the rubble. Relief washed through her. Whatever that weapon had been it had not been enough to take out Namor. She should have know. The man was obstinate enough to keep swiming when everything around him demanded that he sink.
Shaking with equal parts of rage and relief, Dorma was afraid to say anything even in response to his request. Instead she merely placed a closed fist over her heart and bowed slightly in the manner of their people. There was nothing she would like more than to take out that blasted weapon. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Dorma buried her face briefly in his chest as he toted her off in the direction of the weapon holding him tight. She allowed herself a moment like that, drawing comfort in the fact that what injuries he had were quickly healing, and the solidness of his skin under her touch. But she knew she could not stay like that for long, with Namor’s hands full carrying her she needed to do her part to protect her king.
At one point they were rushed by a group of Chitauri. Snarling Dorma swept a hand in their direction. Forcing the water on other side of them to harden and form a heavy wall she pushed it out with all her might sending the oncomers flying.
The moment she left Namor’s embrace Dorma’s sword was in her hand and she went flying at the Chitauri taking out all this rage on the invaders. She cut through their ranks with magic and metal alike taking her rage out on anything that got within her arm’s reach. Catching sight of the machine that had sent Namor flying Dorma narrowed her eyes at it and rushed towards it. The Chitauri noticed her approach and quickly formed a barrier around the weapon. Dorma was having none of it. Pushing a wave of power at them she sent them flying in all directions from the weapon. Before they could get their wits about them and scramble back to the weapon she had closed in on it. With a loud cry she shoved her sword as deep as she could into the weapon.
”VICTORIA!” She called to the younger woman, hightailing it away from the weapon. Hopefully the younger woman would see that dorma had provided a conductor of sorts for the woman’s electricity. Dorma only hoped that a power overload would take out the weapon but for all she knew it could have no effect.
Post by Alexander Cuvier on Feb 27, 2016 7:31:44 GMT
Alexander was having trouble paying attention to anything beyond the labeled ‘enemy’ at this point. The energy blast to his back had caused him quite a bit of pain, and even though he’d shown some signs of improving his more aggressive and violent nature, it wasn’t completely gone. So he did what he tended to do when he was extremely angry; tear the people who caused it to shreds. Lightning fast in the water, Alexander swam up to the one that had struck him with the weapon, tearing off the Chitlian’s arm and smacking the alien with it, before a punch of his caved in it’s chest cavity.
More energy weapons were being fired at him, but they were missing, and those that came close were just making things worse. Alexander blew through the ranks, ripping heads from bodies, since that seemed to work just fine.. It didn’t matter, all he could see was red, and all he knew was to just keep killing Chitauri and Chitlian forces until they were all gone. Another energy blast managed to graze his shoulder, and his skin was an angry red. The alien that had fired that weapon found a knee to his chest and the breaking of his neck in a fluid, swift movement.
More of the stragglers of the Army found their way dispatched like this, and Alexander even killed some Chitauri fighting the citizenry and guards, though not out of the thought to help them, but rather to destroy anything that looked like a Chitauri due to his rage for the creatures. More of them had lined up near a cannon like weapon, but Dorma had already focused her ire on it, and Alex snarled at the call out for Victoria, not that he thought anyone of that group noticed. The fact of the matter was, he really didn’t like electricity like that in the first place, and secondly, they were underwater.
He was of clear enough mind to stay clear of the canon, zipping through the other parts of the city and picking off the ones that were turning tail and running. It was a shame that it looked like the fight was already ending, with the Army of Atlantis already having pretty much rolled over the Chitauri outside the forcefield, and the ones inside being easily dispatched by yours truly.
That the Lady Dorma seemed shaken by his arrival stilled Namor completely for a moment. A full heartbeat, maybe two passed as he studied her with lavender eyes. That they had attacked his people and dared to insult his city by bringing so insufficient a force was not enough. Nor was the compounding effect of his rage from the shared link between his mind and the alien labyrinthine structure of Simyra's psyche. Now they had dared to shake his spymaster, a woman that he all but considered unflappable. A woman that seemed to weather a storm with a careful smile on her face as she calculated the most efficient form of reprisal. It was as though they'd destroyed a valuable part of Atlantean culture, and it added more fuel to the fires of his corrosive contempt.
But having her in his arms was a different matter. It did not take away the poison of his fury, but it did distract from it momentarily. The way her arms wrapped around his neck, the tilt of her head as she buried her face into the upper part of his pectoral that had not been rent or bruised by the weapon... he knew that her anxiety was deeper even than he'd witnessed. That she'd been shaken further, perhaps down to her core at his injury. As he swam, his hold on her shifted so that it was as close to an embrace as possible. Despite the blood that was inking slowly from his body, and the garden of bruises that threatened to bloom, he took as much of an effort as he could make to reassure her. "I would not fall so easily. It would shame our people." He deadpanned in an attempt to inject some brief-lived levity as they quickly neared the tower. "But rest assured... every one of them will die."
With the heat of his fury cooled, his tone was resolute, unshakeable and almost detached, as though they would do the task with such ease that it would be summary. And they would. Compared to the countless numbers of Lemurians and Barbarians that had besieged the city less than a year ago, what were the Chitauri? Improperly prepared imbeciles. Their moment in the water proved as much as some Chitauri postured to attack two of the most powerful Atlanteans in the Capital. Before he'd even the chance to show them how ill-prepared they were, the Lady Dorma rebuffed them with her own display of hydrokinesis, crushing and flinging the offending parties away. Looking down at her briefly, he afforded her a small smirk. "You never disappoint."
Nor did the woman do so when she was tasked with destroying the weapon. As Namor helped defend the tower with Victoria, who was doing remarkably well. But his efforts were redirected when he caught sight of the wound in her side. Swimming over, he channeled the conduit that he was into the trident to heal her wounds enough to staunch the bleeding from her side. While they were besieged, he countered with hard punches, and threw a few Chitauri back into the main mass. At this point, their numbers were so thinned that the majority were grouping about the weapon, but Dorma dispatched them with ease as she made her approach.
By the time Victoria was directed to attack the weapon, most every Chitauri in the vicinity had fallen. What few hadn't been taken out by Dorma were recovering and scrambling toward it, and would likely be electrocuted by the blast to come.
@victoriamatthews think we can probably end it with your post?
Regrets? I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do, and saw it through without exemption.
Tori was beginning to feel the drain of her powers, fatigue and hunger setting in though she wasn't about to give it the time of day. There were far more important things to be doing. She had barely noticed the wound in her side, adrenaline pumping through her system she couldn't decide if it was her blood rushing in her ears or the sound of the water around her. With their heads properly defended, Victoria turned back to find Namor standing next to her. She paused as moved to heal her, though she didn't let her guard down. Most of the Chitauri were too far away now and seemed to be pulling back so Tori took what time she was afforded to charge her ability more.
The water around her was scalding hot and her pale flesh had taken on a pinkish hue from being submerged in the hot tub like waters for so long. Her hands felt like they were curbed into permanent fists around the handles of her copper daggers, thankfully the water seemed to keep them fairly clean or Tori might have let herself succumb to the nausea she felt. Her blue eyes followed Dorma's movements, both in awe and worry for her mentor as she faced the forces at the canon on her own.
As soon as Dorma was far enough away, Tori motioned Namor to back away from her so he wouldn't get electrocuted either and brought both her hands up to point at the canon and more importantly, the sword now jutting from it's top. Closing her eyes for a moment, she centered herself, focusing the flow of power down her arms. When she opened them again, they seemed to glow faintly as electricity shot from her hands and crackled through the water. It was a bit chaotic and for a moment Tori thought the arc of plasma wouldn't find it's mark, directing lightning wasn't exactly like shooting a gun.
Finally, the arc connected with the sword, hissing and spitting as it engulfed the canon. Sparks of lightning shot out to hit the Chitauri standing too close. Tori didn't release the energy, maintaining to flow as long as she could. It took a lot of effort and she knew she was going to be dead tired afterwards but this was what she could do. When she thought she wouldn't be able to take anymore, the canon exploded, throwing Chitauri back as a small shock wave shot outwards. Tori released the flow of electricity in order to throw her hands up to protect her face and eyes. She staggered back only to find Kaimus behind her, supporting her. She had never been so thankful for his presence.
Kaimus could feel how weak she was, and effortlessly swept her up into his arms. She wrapped her hands around his neck for support and lay her head on his shoulder as she focused on breathing and not passing out. Whether or not the battle was over, Tori knew she'd be useless without some rest and some food. Her blue eyes found Namor, and by the look on his face she knew it was over. There would be some stragglers but they would be easily dealt with.
Atlantis fared far better with this invasion, though two invasions in less then a year took it's toll. It's people were strong and the city would be rebuilt. She was proud to count herself amongst them.