forum New Wings [Private RP -- Closed]

Started January 24, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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(XD Lol. It’s been way below zero up here for the past week, so I feel you.)

“As if you could,” Megan chuckled, shaking her head. “If anything, you’ll be my second victory today, after that weird shadow dude.”

Brella broke.

Aiming both her hands straight at the birdie's chest, she opened a wide killing beam, attempting to cut her in two. The building behind her target shuddered, but remained upright.

Megan’s eyes widened as she quickly moved to the side. This is why you can’t mock people, Meg. You might get shot at.

She ran up to the other woman and slashed at her with her claws. If she wanted a fight, then she would get one.

Brella felt the claws dig into her skin, completely ignoring her jacket. Cursing, Brella raised her left arm to deflect the claws with her gauntlet, and with her right arm she pushed back at her attacker, using energy to help fuel the strike and create some distance. "Keep your filthy hands away from me!" She spat, eyes and wings alight.

Megan glared at her as she was pushed away, and she glared her wings out intimidatingly. Who was the person, anyway? She came into her city and messed with her people… Who did she think she was?

“Maybe if you didn’t try to blow me to pieces I wouldn’t have to cut you,” she hissed back.

Brella's response was another beam, much narrower, aimed at her right wing. She had become aware of her dwindling energy reserves, and was trying to conserve. Crippling her attacker might be better then just cutting her in half.

For now.

Not waiting to see if the shot hit home, Brella back-flipped off the building, connected her wings to a nearby light pole, and drew as much energy as she could. She felt the flow, and turned to face the birdie, who would be coming down the building any second now….

Megan gasped as the beam hit her wing, and she stumbled a little from the shock of it. With a growl, she walked to the edge of the rooftop and jumped down, landing on her feet with her wings spread to the side. Her damaged wing was in full view, showing the scratches from the shadowy man and the hole from the winged lady.

Brella grinned as the birdie landed. Her wings, which Brella had originally mistaken for real, were nothing more than a winged contraption. And they'd seen some action.

She also noted that the birdie had managed to land without a slight stumble, even with the hole in her wing. Impressive. Maybe it'd be worth it to spare her, if Brella could just get her to submit…

"You're annoyingly difficult to get rid of," Brella smirked, "If it weren't for your attitude, we could be besties." She readied her hands for yet another wide beam, scaling back the power she put in. Her hands glowed, waiting to release the energy.

Megan scoffed and rolled her eyes, still watching the neon-winged woman carefully. She definitely didn't want to get hit by one of those beams again; her wings had taken enough damage for the day. They would have to be taken in by the ALPHA Team as soon as she could get them to them.

"Well, I have heard that I'm rather difficult to get along with, but it's not impossible," she said with a shrug, her claws at the ready if the woman decided to attack.

"So try to get along, then. Answer a question for me, and you go free, to fly away like the little birdie you are." Brella practically spat out the words, "Who did you run into before you found me? They gave you a hard time, I can tell, and I wanna meet them. We'd have plenty to talk about."

Megan’s nostrils flared at the other’s tone, and she stuffed her hands in her front pockets.

“Just some shadowy guy who threw daggers he seemed to create out of thin air at me. He got stuck in my wing, and I dragged him here before flying away for a quick break,” she explained with a shrug. “Why? Who were you fighting?”

(Oh fie, the superbowl. How it must strangle me so. Did you guys do anything for that?)

"I'm the one asking the question!" Brella snapped, suddenly furious, "You brought Shadow right to my doorstep?! He is the reason I'm not in charge of you right now!"
She turned her back on the bird-woman and prepared to fly off herself. Casting a quick glance over her shoulder, she added, "I'm done with you, now scram!"

He can never leave me alone, can he? Any shmuck off the street would think he adores me!

This place was supposed to be her rich source of information for that special new energy source. But with Shadow in the way, and that damned huntress, life was gonna be fun.

Brella's feet raised off the ground and angled herself down the road, preparing to chase after Shadow and the huntress.

(I didn’t do anything, but my sister went to a party at a family friends’ house. I was at the Mall of America with my friend and her boyfriend.
Do we maybe want to go back to Dylan and Avery?)

(I did not. I was just at a loss as for how to respond. Lol.)

Oscar pulled up outside an older-looking building made of gray brick, with windows scattered here and there. It was about two stories tall, and a satellite dish rested on top, much like a dish for television.

“We have arrived at the hideout, Aspect,” the car declared as it pulled around to the back and parked, uncloaking once it was out of sight.

“Thank you, Oscar,” Avery said, opening her door. “Are you ready, Shadow?”

Dylan cocked an eyebrow, making his already odd-looking eyes even more offputting, "You're about to show me a superhero's hideout. What do I need to be ready for apart from traps?"

Brella was slow, and knew she didn't have the speed to catch up with her foes on mere energy and amps alone. Her fit of rage had sent her down this road.

Slowly she came to a halt and sighed as the car left her view. Maybe it wasn't worth it tonight. She turned and returned to her workshop, slipping out of her gear as she did so.

Avery chuckled a bit and shrugged, starting for the door. She placed her hand on a brick, which lit up a silvery-blue color around her hand.

“Honestly, not much. The girls and I keep it pretty clean here. They’re not supposed to be here right now, so there shouldn’t be anything to worry about from them,” she explained. “C’mon on in.”

Megan had watched the new person with guarded interest from a nearby rooftop. She was currently sitting on the ledge, her legs dangling off the side, as she watched the woman disappear into her place. A glance in the other direction showed her the shiny, sliver car that Aspect sometimes appeared in as it drove away, out of sight. She shrugged and laid back on the ground.

Dylan used a shadowed hand to push open the door, and found the spaciousness immediately unnerving. Glancing casting a sideways glance at Aspect, he stepped inside and held the door open for her, eyes trained on the nearby walls. Eventually, he eased out of his stiffness, releasing a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

Why am I so nervous? There is absolutely no reason to be.

Dylan smiled, though he knew Aspect couldn't see it, "Are you trying to show off? I think you're trying to show off."

“No, actually,” Avery laughed as she stepped inside.

She reached over and flicked the lights on, flooding the room in a white glow. The room wasn’t huge, but it was a good size to fit four young women in it. A couch was pressed up against one violet wall of the living room, the white kitchen was to the left, and the hallway was painted black and stretched to the stairs.

“Would you like anything to drink? I think we have some soda in the fridge, and we definitely have coffee. Otherwise, there’s water,” she offered with a shrug as she made her way to the kitchen.

"I'm fine, thanks. Say, when did you decide to set up shop here? I've only heard of heroes from Britain. Last headline I got was some elemental kicking rear and taking names in London."

He couldn't remember her name, but that part didn't matter. Without a terrible number of villains here in America, heroes didn't really make themselves known. Dylan still wasn't really a hero himself… he wasn't recognized by the League, and was more or less a hometown vigilante to the authorities. His own college hadn't even heard of him, which made it ideal to go to in order to avoid being bothered or seen.

Avery shrugged and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. She filled it with water, took a sip, then glanced around the room.

“It’s been about two years since I got my powers… I didn’t really start ‘supering’ until about a year ago,” she explained. “My girls and I… We’ve had a tough time here. Not many people think of us as heroes, more of a group of women who think they’re making the world a better place but are really just getting in the way of actual justice…”

"Is that how you see yourselves?" Dylan challenged, "Regardless of what people think, Red Falcon seems to be a bit of a chaotic figure. I think not even the army could deal with her as you do. They certainly couldn't do jack against Wings. And believe me, she's a handful."

“Oh, I know it,” Avery chuckled, along another sip of her water. “She is a handful, even for the four of us. I’m surprised you did so well against her for so long.”

"I didn't so much fight her as bother her. Without a direct angle of attack, my daggers bounce right off her wings, which feel like they're armored at this point. And she's too quick for me to track. It's either I surprise her, or I get my head cut off. But anyway…" Dylan slid off his dark table, "So both Wings and Red Falcon are here. How do we deal?"

Avery sighed and picked her glass up from the counter where she’d set it while Dylan was talking. She nodded toward the living room before walking toward it.

“Honestly, I’m not sure quite yet. As long as they have teamed up, though, it should be easier. We could both go after one at the same time so she gets surprised,” she suggested with a shrug.