((you don't know about your powers yet, and I'm not soaked because I choose not to be (I'm a water elementalist).))
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((you don't know about your powers yet, and I'm not soaked because I choose not to be (I'm a water elementalist).))
((Awww I like my fireballs. fine, do i know you in the rp?))
((No, you've only seen me on the news.))
((Ok Ill edit my post))
Dameon speed through a few red lights, but he lives in South Dakota. There aren't enough people here to car. His mustang pulled to a stop at a gas station, and filled it up. He looked up from the pump and saw a few rough looking kids staring at him. He looked back down. Everytime he looked back up they where watching him.
He started to get back in his car, when one of the kids walked infront of his car. "Nice ride" he said. He smelt of drugs. "Mind if I borrow it?"
"Yes, I do."
Morgoth gripped Hunter by the arm. "Don't bother pulling away; I have the power of the oceans on my side. Come with me."
Hnter tried to shake him off. "Whoa. your wanted on the news, break into my house, say you have power over the ocean, and im suppose to just follow you? Im not that stupid" He said slightly agitated.
Morgoth said to him, "Want proof? You got it."
He looked out the window and raised his other hand, bringing a extraordinary wave. "Come with me, or Florida gets wet."
((Do i already have my guns or no?))
((If your thinking of shooting me, no. If you're going to use them to kill FBI and help me find the others, yes.))
((ok))
"Give me a sec." Hunter said. He ran to the kitchen, opened the fridge, moved over some food and typed numbers into a keypad hidden in the back. The fridge swung and opened the wall. Hunter grabbed his dual pistols and stuck them in his waistband then slung his sniper rifle over his back. After closing the secret door, he returned to Morgoth. "Lets go" He said smiling
"Good," Morgoth smiled, and pulled out his handgun. "Because if you shoot me, I can easily kill you. C'mon, Jimmy John Bo is next. Head to Arizona!" He grabbed Hunter and ran out.
Hunter followed as fast as he could. "How exactly are we getting to arizona?" He asked "And who the heck is Johnny Bo?" :confused:
Morgoth kept running, not looking back as he said, "He's also a elementalist. Fire, I believe. Like you."
"Ele mena whataa?" Hunter asked. "Boy you better start explaining or i swear ill put 4 shots in the back of your head before you could turn around."
Morgoth whipped around, grabbing his one handgun, aiming it at Hunter's forehead, dead center. "Dude; I have a gun to your head, and the bullet soon IN your head. Just come on."
((Possible last post, maybe one more tonight.))
The kid walks over to Dameon "What did you say to me punk Mod Edit.?"
"I said you cant-"
Dameon was cut off by a punch in the chest. The other five kids surronded the car. One smashed a window. Three grabbed Dameon and held him still. the last started to hotwire the car.
Daimian remains silent as he follows through the shadows listening carefully to everything that is being said
Morgoth suddenly felt a burst of pain. "NO!" he screamed, falling to his knees.
Hunter swung his leg around kicking the gun in Morgoths hand meanwhile pulling both handguns out and pointing them into his stomach. "Dont underestimate man"
((Picture huge roundhouse kick to the hand while pulling out guns. Sweeeeet))
And still even with the actions that are going on Daimian remains silently observant from the shadows
((Elsworth what was that post.))
(so do we all not know about our powers or can i use them?)
((We killed the board Daimian))
well that aint cool it was just about to get good
((YEah Els just decided to log off without saying bye.))
((I said that was my last post of the night, guys. You don't have your powers yet, and I kneeled in pain because the Elementalists are connected, and th four gang members grabbed Lord Arumen's char.))
EDIT IC:
Morgoth looked at Hunter. "WHO DO YOU THINK I AM!?" As he looked at him, his eyes shined completely blue and wide as he raised a wave. He also pulled out his second handgun and aimed it at Hunter's forehead. "I'm Morgoth, water elementalist, fugitive from the law, and you're going to see me do this ALOT." Morgoth kept the gun to Hunter's head. "You want explainations? You'll get them. Yet, I can't tell you. All I know is we have to get to South Dakota....And I know a way."
Username - Lord_Zylok
Name - Lord_Zylok
Element - Fire
Gender - Male
Race - Demon
Appearance - Feirce Bulky And Strong =p
Personality - Mean
Weapon of Choice - 2h , Compact Bow with Grappling Mechanism , & 2 Compact Pistols
State of the United States of America - Georgia
Other - KaZaam =p
I Mean *Cough* FFFGG
LZ - Change your name, personality and appearance.
'Man, that was an awesome nap i had' jimmy thought and started to walk to the kitchen. As he got there he grabbed a bottle of lortabs he took 4 or 5 and made himself some eggs for breakfast... as he made himself breakfast he decided to head down to his own personal gunrange, so while his eggs were cooking he went downstairs grabbed his guns and all the ammo he could carry + a few bottles of Stoli vodka and packed all of it in his 1967 Chevelle 396 then returned to the house to finish up breakfast, smoke another cigar, then he started driving off to the range
Hunter angrily pt his guns back in his waistband and stood up. "So are we going to South Dakota or Arizona. Please pick" He said
"Get the hell off me-"
A punch in the face.
"Stop i-"
gut punch
"Your asking for it"
The boy swung around for another punch when Dameon wrenched his arm from one of the boys. Grabbing the boys fist, he felt a satisfying crunch and broke a few finger bones. The boy grabbed his wrist in agony, and the other boys looked on in alarm. Dameon used this as his chance. Kneeing one in the chest, he grabbed the other two by their necks and slammed them into his car. The fifth one came up from behind and put him in a police hold. One of the fallen ones grabbed him also and pinned him to the car.
"Get the hell off me"
The gangs fearless leader stood up and bit his lip. "Stuff him in the back of the car."
"Another windy day here in Kansas, yet it seems windier then normal" Kabob thought as he jumped in his car preparing to head back to Western Kansas. "If its this windy here near the city, then it must be hurricane winds west of me." Kabob took off the retractable blade he wears on his wrist and throws it in the passenger seat next to him. A sense of uneasiness has floated over him for the past few days, something he does not like to feel, and it seems that the wind has been becoming worse as he becomes more uncomfortable. It was because of this that he began to carry his trusty blade with him wherever he goes, but because of its bulkyness, he can't stand to drive with it on. After rolling his sleeve down again, he opened the passenger seat compartment to make sure that his pistol still sits in it, loaded if necissary. "I hate being in cars, just seems to confined," Thinks Kabob as he turns his key.
"South Dakota," Morgoth answered. Without telling Hunter, he ran forword. "I know a guy I did business with a few years ago. Let's get him to fly us." He started toward the guy's house.
Dameon found himself stuffed in the trunk when he woke up. Pressing against the sides of the truck, he tried to get out. He started to hyperventalate
The truck stopped and the trunk swung open. 3 of the boys were there. One grabbed Dameon by the collar, and Dameon bit him. Then he jumped out and punched another in the throat.
One of the boys grabbed a crowbar and hit Dameon in the head. he was suprised to see him stay standing. Dameon turned and pile drived the man. He suddendly felt a great anger at all this. He didnt deserve any of this. What was happening wasnt fair.
He turned to one of the gang members laying on the ground and stomped him chest. Another one got up whom Dameon then body slammed back down. Then grabbing the crowbar, he walked up the side of the car stealthily. The last three gang members where in it, listening to loud music. Dameon punched the bar through the window and into one of there heads. The other two where so alarmed to see him that he managed to open the drivers door before they could lock it. he grabbed there leader and slammed him into the car door. The last one lept out the other side of the car and ran.
Dameon gave chase, but stopped when he saw the handgun that had appeared in the hand of the last gang member.
Morgoth looked back at Hunter. "Go to Arizona and find Jimmy John Bo. We don't have much time before the FBI get u-" BAM! A rifle shot at Morgoth, a sniper. "You want me? Guess what, Freaks, I'll go to the bottom of the sea before you catch me!"
Morgoth stared at Hunter. "GO! Don't follow me!"
Morgoth ran forward, headed for his friend's place. And when he said 'friend' he ment someone who owed him.
He rung the doorbell as he got there, almost slipping. He banged on the door and shouted, "Biqueal! C'mon, mate!"
Biqueal opened the door, holding his rifle. Seeing Morgoth, he dropped it, reliefed. "Oh, hey, old buddy old pal....What can I do for yah?"
Morgoth grabbed Biqueal by the shirt, raising him up. "You owe me a favor. Get your plane," he stated.
"No, not the plane!" Biqueal groaned. But the look on Morgoth's face told him to get it.
He called out, "Edday! Get the plane!"
Eddy, apparently drunk, said, "Wil ther be booze on the grind?"
Biqueal stared at him. "Get it, idiot."
Eddy grinned, showing his rotting teeth. Then he ran off for the plane.
"Go to the background. Some nice desertland over there," Biqueal said, as he and Morgoth walked over to the background.
Eddy was getting the plain all geared up, grabbing some parashuits. He said, "I be a certified driver, yeh kno."
Biqueal grinned at him. Then, turning to Morgoth he said, "He's not going to be driving. You're jumping, aye?"
"Yes," Morgoth replied.
The three boarded the airplane, ready to go into the sky. And so they did.
"Rough winds," Biqueal commented. "Storm coming, gotta go fast, mate."
Morgoth noded as he slowing un-pocketed his handgun. "Sorry, mate, but this had to be done." He pulled his shotgun out and shot Biqueal. He fell to the ground.
Eddy looked confused. "But wasnt heh helpin' yeeh?"
Morgoth sighed, "This is a fugitive's life; pal."
Morgoth pulled out his gun again, and shot a round at Eddy. Quickly, he moved to the controls. "Oh crud....How do I control this thing?"
He pushed the forward button really hard, well, a bit too hard....He broke it.
"NO!" Morgoth screamed. The plane shot forward, actually leveling out, because it was going so fast. But it was definately sinking, yet heading to South Dakota. He sensed a something. The mark in SD. He looked down, and saw a gang lying down. But one had a gun on the mark.
Morgoth screamed again, picked up a parashuit, slipped it on, and jumped. He pulled out his gun and shot at the gang member.
While heading west along I-70 in his Carolla, Kabob can't help but feel uneasy. He had managed to avoid much traffic, and was now driving with no cars around him. He just began to feel at peace from the wide open space around him when suddenly, a black SUV came out of nowhere barreling up behind him. It looked like a mad man was driving it, so Kabob pulled into the right lane when the SUV suddenly fish tailed him. Kabob ended up losing control of his vehicle and went off the highway where he began to flip and ultimately landed in a ditch where he couldn't be seen from the road. The black SUV continued on its way thinking Kabob had died and was no longer a threat.
Kabob woke up 3 hours later. Blood trickling down his forehead and a massive headache to boot. Yet, amazingly to him, he had not been crushed while the rest of his car remained in ruins. It seemed like a shield had existed around all the portions of Kabob's body keeping the car from crushing him. Kabob was just astounded by this, but thought it was nothing more then luck.
With some finagling, Kabob managed to pry his hidden blade from the wreckage, and barely managed to retrieve his pistol (which had amazingly not fired during the wreck). He had no clue what he would do now though because he had returned to Eastern Kansas in the first place to attend a funeral for his parents who had died not more then two weeks earlier from a breakin to their house. The murders, never found.
The gang member slumped down before him. "What the?"
Dameon looked up and saw a man in a parachute falling down towards him. he waved up at him meekly
((Delete this post completely. WE DON'T KNOIW ABOUT OUR POWERS(except me.)))Quote:
Originally Posted by ABakker
((I never said we knew about our powers in it, I was just saying what was hapening inside FBI headquaters, but I deleted it, so whatever.))