Energy Ωmega-class Metahuman
Posts : 5835 Join date : 2012-02-23 Age : 27 Location : My bedroom where I spend most my time cause I have no life XP
RPG character Name: Milicondras Gen- *is shot and a new person walks in clearing his throat* Miley..... Code Name: Fire Spitter (But that's only in other worlds.... for now 0 u 0) Villain or good guy?: Good
| Subject: Re: At the edge of it all (open) Mon Mar 10, 2014 11:11 am | |
| Jenny flew after the truck as its finally jerked to a stop and slowly lowers down landing and run over to the truck. "Is everyone ok?" Jenny asked hoping they were ok as people started to crowd around the truck at a safe distance.
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Neverwinter Skilled Metahuman
Posts : 285 Join date : 2013-08-11 Age : 37
RPG character Name: Sophie A. Michaels Code Name: Galvora Villain or good guy?: Good
| Subject: Re: At the edge of it all (open) Thu Mar 20, 2014 6:17 am | |
| ((Bah ima just post then ) The beast was assaulted by pressures as the trailer's Back end forced against her body and the cab buckled considerably. The werewolf snarled out , but everything quickly went dark... And she found herself forced halfway into the trailer just in time to see a stacked pallette inside coming at her at speed. She hesitated midsnarl and blinked, her face a brief 'ohno!' In visual form before, with a slam, the shewolf's lower body jerked once then went lim, bludgeoned senseless. It was at this point that the girl part in Sophie's consciousness caught up to the beast, grabbed its collar, and... Changed. It took a little mental effort to shake the stars out of her perception from the blow to the head, but shake them she did, and, painfully, clutching her streaming muzzle, climbed into the mostly crushed trailer more fully. The shewolf flopped on her side, concentrated on what she wanted... And changed. She was in no position to do much more than squirm as her body reconstituted itself, bomes shifting across one another, muscles cramping all at once... But she bece human by degrees and tried to avoid breaking down into wracking sobs as she did. It never, Ever ever hurt less. When at last she felt she could stand and possibly form coherent sentences, she uncurled, shielded her eyes, and peeked her head out of the smoking wreckage. "Hello... Um..." She said to Energy Warrior and her friend "You wouldn't happen to, um... Have such a thing as a... A shirt or something with you... Would you?" | |
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