Post by Melanie Ross on Feb 28, 2018 12:01:45 GMT -8
Name: Officer Down!
Requirements: Def 15
Job: A Cabal officer has an injury and is unable to defend themselves from a random attacker. Jump in and save the day, or ruin it.
Bonus: Help another player character who has an injury from a previous thread in a fight.
Payout: +2 exp, +$150
Melanie could feel something trying to move beneath the surface. Something was happening to her. She knew she had to get out of the territory and fast. When her psyche snapped, she didn't want it to be on someone she knew. She dressed quickly, merely grabbing what she had on yesterday. A long black pair of leggings and a long floral shirt. that barely covered her ass. After pulling on her brown boots, Melanie would grab a hairband and pulp her hair. She didn't even bother brushing her hair or her teeth. She NEEDED to leave. Running out into the parking lot, she found a motorbike. She assumed it belonged to one of the professors. Briefly hoping it wasn't Asiv or Kaar, Melanie hopped on and turned the engine over. Revving it and leaning forward, she shot off toward the edge of the city.
Upon leaving the city limits, Melanie slowed down. A shiver climbed her spine and her eyes flashed red. If anyone were to look at her, they would think she had contacts. God himself needed to help the poor soul who crossed her path. She was only about a mile outside Cabal when she slowed to a stop in the middle of the road. Once the engine died, all was silent. Melanie left the bike and it fell over in the road. She didn't even pause to look at it. She simply wandered down the road, knowing that someone was probably going to die.
After what seemed like only minutes, Melanie heard the sounds of a scuffle. Upon further investigation. she found that there was a Cabal Officer fighting three gang members. As Melanie drew closer, one of the men looked up and guffawed.
Lookie here, boys. A bitch from Cabal. Now, don't you look pretty? Wanna go with a real man? I hear them boys in that school over there don't have dicks. Heard they got cut off at birth so they wouldn't spread their genes. Another kicked the officer in the face and stumbled forward. No, look at her eyes. She thinks she's scary with her red contacts. Not scary, sweetie. Bet if I drop my pants, it'll really scare her. He laughed but the third cut in. You kidding? That would scare anyone. Most people back off cuz they don't wanna catch ya tiny dick! He started laughing but the second round house kicked both of em. Shut it. Both a' yous. This pretty little thing has to learn to mind her own business.
Melanie had a brief almost memory of fighting off four or five thugs in an alley she almost died but a masked man had stopped them. Before she could think any more on this, one of the men lunged at her. Bitch, you need to learn to answer when spoken to! Melanie's head snapped to him. He was running directly at her aiming a punch for her face. She waited till the last second to sidestep, drop to a knee and lift her hand throwing a punch directly into his groin. The hit was much worse since she had turned with the hit as well as his own speed towards her. The man doubled over in pain letting out a small squeak. You... Fucking... Bitch... Melanie eyed him out of the corner of her eye, a smile tugging at her lips. The man's body crumbled to the ground, letting out a small huff as he lost consciousness.
The fist and second only paused for a moment before starting at her themselves. The first threw a fist for Melanie's face, while the second hesitated briefly before ducking and aiming a blow for her midsection. Melanie laughed and threw herself flat on the ground. Pulling her feet up, she would throw the second over her head, hitting the first and sending both over her head tumbling together in a heap. She sat up and looked to the first attacker and noticed instantly a tattoo in his palm. A Tribal Wolves head. The Syndicate. Damn them. Things had been rough for a while but why fight now? Why attack an officer? Questions would have to wait. The men found their footing and stood back up. Cursing loudly they raced for her again. Melanie was ready this time. Pulling up a blade of grass she would bring it to her lips and kiss it. Letting out her breathy slowly a cloud of green would enshroud the grass.
A whip dropped from her hand as the green spoke disappeared. Snapping it to the side, Melanie would grin at the two men, lifting her hand she waved them forward. The two men reached into their pockets and pulled out knives. Melanie giggled. This will be so much fun. Rushing forward, she would flick her wrist and snap the whip around one man's wrist. Ripping it to the side, she would force the man to plunge it into the other man's side. The man instantly crumpled and Melanie shifted her attention to him. Jumping forward, she would cling onto his shoulders forcing him backward onto the ground. Reaching over, Melanie would snatch up the blade on the ground and pit it to his neck. The man gave a nervous chuckle. What's that grass supposed t-- He didn't get a chance to finish as Melanie leaned forward and kissed the blade transforming it into a knife of her own and cutting into his neck. He would bleed out in mere seconds.
Looking back at the other, Melanie would pull her knife out of the man she was on and toss it at the man in front of her. Just before it turned back into a leaf, it sunk into his forehead. His body slumped back to the ground, a single blade of grass stuck from his head. Slowly climbing to her feet, Melanie made her way to the unconscious man. His turn. Picking up the whip from the ground Melanie tied it around his neck, placing her foot on his head. However, as she was about to yank it to break his neck, the officer touched her arm. Stop. There has been enough killing just now. Once you take a life you can't give it back, Melanie. Melanie didn't move. She didn't drop the whip. Remove your hand or die with them. Her voice was low. Dangerous. The officer didn't move. Melanie slowly turned her face to him. Remove. Your. Hand. The officer sighed and dropped his hand. As soon as his hand was away, Melanie jerked and the man's neck broke with a loud snap. I don't plan on saving those that need no saving. If you ever get in my way again, I'll kill you. I will not give you another chance.
With that Melanie made her way back to the bike and returned to the Academy. Heading directly for her dorm, she would shower and remain in her room until the "mood" passed.
Requirements: Def 15
Job: A Cabal officer has an injury and is unable to defend themselves from a random attacker. Jump in and save the day, or ruin it.
Bonus: Help another player character who has an injury from a previous thread in a fight.
Payout: +2 exp, +$150
Melanie could feel something trying to move beneath the surface. Something was happening to her. She knew she had to get out of the territory and fast. When her psyche snapped, she didn't want it to be on someone she knew. She dressed quickly, merely grabbing what she had on yesterday. A long black pair of leggings and a long floral shirt. that barely covered her ass. After pulling on her brown boots, Melanie would grab a hairband and pulp her hair. She didn't even bother brushing her hair or her teeth. She NEEDED to leave. Running out into the parking lot, she found a motorbike. She assumed it belonged to one of the professors. Briefly hoping it wasn't Asiv or Kaar, Melanie hopped on and turned the engine over. Revving it and leaning forward, she shot off toward the edge of the city.
Upon leaving the city limits, Melanie slowed down. A shiver climbed her spine and her eyes flashed red. If anyone were to look at her, they would think she had contacts. God himself needed to help the poor soul who crossed her path. She was only about a mile outside Cabal when she slowed to a stop in the middle of the road. Once the engine died, all was silent. Melanie left the bike and it fell over in the road. She didn't even pause to look at it. She simply wandered down the road, knowing that someone was probably going to die.
After what seemed like only minutes, Melanie heard the sounds of a scuffle. Upon further investigation. she found that there was a Cabal Officer fighting three gang members. As Melanie drew closer, one of the men looked up and guffawed.
Lookie here, boys. A bitch from Cabal. Now, don't you look pretty? Wanna go with a real man? I hear them boys in that school over there don't have dicks. Heard they got cut off at birth so they wouldn't spread their genes. Another kicked the officer in the face and stumbled forward. No, look at her eyes. She thinks she's scary with her red contacts. Not scary, sweetie. Bet if I drop my pants, it'll really scare her. He laughed but the third cut in. You kidding? That would scare anyone. Most people back off cuz they don't wanna catch ya tiny dick! He started laughing but the second round house kicked both of em. Shut it. Both a' yous. This pretty little thing has to learn to mind her own business.
Melanie had a brief almost memory of fighting off four or five thugs in an alley she almost died but a masked man had stopped them. Before she could think any more on this, one of the men lunged at her. Bitch, you need to learn to answer when spoken to! Melanie's head snapped to him. He was running directly at her aiming a punch for her face. She waited till the last second to sidestep, drop to a knee and lift her hand throwing a punch directly into his groin. The hit was much worse since she had turned with the hit as well as his own speed towards her. The man doubled over in pain letting out a small squeak. You... Fucking... Bitch... Melanie eyed him out of the corner of her eye, a smile tugging at her lips. The man's body crumbled to the ground, letting out a small huff as he lost consciousness.
Name: Screaming Vengeance
Desc: Melanie may touch any target and deal ENG in DMG. Ability also works if the target touches her. Lasts ONE post per thread. [[20 Eng Dealt +21 Atk = 41]]
Desc: Melanie may touch any target and deal ENG in DMG. Ability also works if the target touches her. Lasts ONE post per thread. [[20 Eng Dealt +21 Atk = 41]]
The fist and second only paused for a moment before starting at her themselves. The first threw a fist for Melanie's face, while the second hesitated briefly before ducking and aiming a blow for her midsection. Melanie laughed and threw herself flat on the ground. Pulling her feet up, she would throw the second over her head, hitting the first and sending both over her head tumbling together in a heap. She sat up and looked to the first attacker and noticed instantly a tattoo in his palm. A Tribal Wolves head. The Syndicate. Damn them. Things had been rough for a while but why fight now? Why attack an officer? Questions would have to wait. The men found their footing and stood back up. Cursing loudly they raced for her again. Melanie was ready this time. Pulling up a blade of grass she would bring it to her lips and kiss it. Letting out her breathy slowly a cloud of green would enshroud the grass.
Name: Green Whispers
Desc: If Melanie touches any kind of plant, she can make it a weapon and manipulate it. Plant weapon does Melanie's ENG in DMG instead of STR. Weapon lasts ONE post per thread.
Desc: If Melanie touches any kind of plant, she can make it a weapon and manipulate it. Plant weapon does Melanie's ENG in DMG instead of STR. Weapon lasts ONE post per thread.
A whip dropped from her hand as the green spoke disappeared. Snapping it to the side, Melanie would grin at the two men, lifting her hand she waved them forward. The two men reached into their pockets and pulled out knives. Melanie giggled. This will be so much fun. Rushing forward, she would flick her wrist and snap the whip around one man's wrist. Ripping it to the side, she would force the man to plunge it into the other man's side. The man instantly crumpled and Melanie shifted her attention to him. Jumping forward, she would cling onto his shoulders forcing him backward onto the ground. Reaching over, Melanie would snatch up the blade on the ground and pit it to his neck. The man gave a nervous chuckle. What's that grass supposed t-- He didn't get a chance to finish as Melanie leaned forward and kissed the blade transforming it into a knife of her own and cutting into his neck. He would bleed out in mere seconds.
Looking back at the other, Melanie would pull her knife out of the man she was on and toss it at the man in front of her. Just before it turned back into a leaf, it sunk into his forehead. His body slumped back to the ground, a single blade of grass stuck from his head. Slowly climbing to her feet, Melanie made her way to the unconscious man. His turn. Picking up the whip from the ground Melanie tied it around his neck, placing her foot on his head. However, as she was about to yank it to break his neck, the officer touched her arm. Stop. There has been enough killing just now. Once you take a life you can't give it back, Melanie. Melanie didn't move. She didn't drop the whip. Remove your hand or die with them. Her voice was low. Dangerous. The officer didn't move. Melanie slowly turned her face to him. Remove. Your. Hand. The officer sighed and dropped his hand. As soon as his hand was away, Melanie jerked and the man's neck broke with a loud snap. I don't plan on saving those that need no saving. If you ever get in my way again, I'll kill you. I will not give you another chance.
With that Melanie made her way back to the bike and returned to the Academy. Heading directly for her dorm, she would shower and remain in her room until the "mood" passed.
