A new era is in Bloom... (CLOSED NOW)

Thistle's eyes danced upon this new figure. Her hair, red like her own. A mirror. Easily... cracked. She didn't reply with words, however allowed the compliment to sink in, forcing a smile along her delicious ladylike lips. A tongue was dragged along them. Some nearby humans had already contracted Thislytus, and were beginning to savage, their mouths spewing out horrendous clouds of green and pink pheromones from their throats. They sprinted on all fours, savagely attacking the surrounding people. Thistle's arms lowered to her side, her smooth fingers unclenched from their fist position and she raised her chin at this... human. Ugh, how dare she address her. Arrogant little worm. At least she knew to compliment her...

She allowed the smile to grow a little wicked, and she allowed a hand to run down her thighs, bare feet on the cracked concrete. A nearby car got ensnared by a twisted thorny vine and hoisted into the air, and another, both ready to be used as weaponry if required. She slid her hands up her body...

'Oh of course I am...'

Her hands briefly cupped around her perked bossum, before they ran gently like a stream into her volumious ginger locks. She allowed the last strands to fall from her fingers, before she furrowed her brow, and swung one of her arms down into an arc shape. The plant life grew once more, vines burst through the floor. Roots were beginning to spread, more of the city beginning to terraform.

'I am a Goddess after all, mortal...'

Thistle let out a somewhat wicked laugh as the large twisted vines which held up the cars, smashed down towards the 'Crimson witch's body' In an attempt to crush her with one fell move. As nice as it was to pay her a compliment, she was just as bad as the rest....

Max looked on from an adjacent building. He was too far away to hear the exchange, instead used Steadfast's much keener hearing and eavesdropped on their distorted voices.
The gist of it was that the green one was a psycho bitch who didn't know her place, and didn't know how to properly use her power.
Looking at the green one's posturing sickened him, and when he heard her speak it developed into abject loathing. She just made him want to punch her, and he almost couldn't believe it when she threw cars at the Elena Marie.
As soon as he saw the threat, he had begun creating a neat little virus that replicated for a around a million generations before dying, flipping off a vital gene every hundred generations or so. He delivered it with geckos that ran around corrupting her plants. The effect wouldn't be immediate, but it would wear down her plants until they just died. He could already see that happening in the more active vines.
His oppinion of her somehow dropped even lower when he saw her rendition of the zombie, and shook his head.The governments were twitchy about self replicating threats, and you made sure it was unnoticable, like Typhoid Mary. Max archived that idea for later.
He opted to go the safest route, and embedded himself in Steadfasts flesh.
He had read in the literature about experiments combining plants and animals, but he had never pursued it. However, seeing her mastery over plants gave him shivers thinking about what he could acomplish with that kind of power.The devil, however, was in getting her to cooperate.
Note to self: don't shiver while in steadfast.
His plan was that he would present himself as an animal that would pledge fealty to her, and he hoped that she might just be vain enough to take the bait. He liked the parrallels between the damsel in distress and the dragon,and decided to affect the appropriate vernacular.
He cautiously moved steadfast down the brick facade of the building, it's skin turning dark red.

Dr. Gravestone finally landed in New York City. He had been invited to help out with the injured and sick as they were rebuilding this fine city. As he walked about, he made sure he was in the right place by seeing all sorts of items with the words New York City about them. Dr. Gravestone was impressed with himself. For the first time ever, he had actually arrived where he was going. Or maybe he hadn't. Dr. Gravestone had just crossed into a suburban jungle, except it was actually a jungle forming in the middle of the city. He could see two women in the distance having a fight over who could created the most beautiful construct, and geckos and plants and zombified people were running everywhere. The people seemed to be affected by some virus that caused the logic portion of their brains to shut down. "This looked like a job for," Dr. Gravestone stopped his shout by covering his mouth at the last moment. He really needed to stop that. The doctor ran for the nearest building, and out burst... DR. SCIURIDAE!!!

Dr. Sciuridae immediately got to work. In his mechanical Medic Suit, he raised his dart launcher and began firing itching darts into the various plants he saw. He especially targeted the large vines and trees. He used chemical compounds that were well known to be harmful to the environment so it should affect these oversized annuals. After just marching in a firing off a few rounds, a man on all four rushed at the good doctor and jumped in a leaping tackle. Dr. Sciuridae easily side stepped the attack, but made sure to place his hand on the man's side as he whizzed by. Within that moment of touch, the doctor set the man's dna to start correcting the discrepancy. It would take a couple minutes, but the man would go back to normal. By now, Dr. Sciuridae was nearing the two competing women.

"You are both very beautiful, and both of your constructions have some form of pleasantry to the eye. I am though, going to have to ask you both to take your beauty competition elsewhere, or tone it down significantly. If you do not, I will have to make a citizen's arrest on the cause of the wide spread vandalism you two are causing," Dr. Sciuridae yelled so the two could hear him clearly.

Without even looking at him, Thistle flicked her hand at the 'Doctor', the floor beneath him cracked once again like thin ice, before vegetation swirled out from it. They were constantly swirling and striking, the end of them were sharp, to the extent that they were basically razors. They had several thorns along them, each of which was contaminated with her oh so delicious Thislytus.

The barbed thorns exploded from under the Doctor, before they netted above him, and tried to impale and slash at his body, and drag him into the ground.

Thistle herself, continued to spread her forestry and plants throughout the sewers systems of the city, in order to firmly establish her roots. She flicked her voluminous locks over her shoulder, and let out yet another dominant laugh. She was quite enjoying this... giving this city it's comeuppance!

Max stood to the side, watching the two women battle it out through the eyes of Steadfast. He had darkened Steadfasts skin, and in the darkness of the alleyway he was largely unoticable.
He watched a newcomer to the scene healing the sick, someone he thought he had heard Steadfast hearing as Dr. Science or something, before laughing a little when he saw the doctor attacked by the plant lady, easily out classed by her power.
Max mentaly flinched when the witch sent her wave of fire towards his precious lizards, but he was also excited.
He had expected that the worst his little virus would have done was just slow down the plant woman, but if Elena took out enough of the green ones plants, the rate at which the green one would have to accelerate her minions growth would cause the virus to grow just as fast, debilitating her triumphant return with sickly plants.

Dr. Sciuridae felt the ground cracking beneath him. He immediately reacted by activating his rocket boosters and launching into the air before he could be trapped. The doctor landed several feet to the side and immediately had to dive to the side to avoid the plants slashing him in two. After he had a moment in safety, Dr. Sciuridae was furious, seething. He had been blown off as some common person to be just swept aside. He knew how to handle a situation like this though. He would not be ignored. Rushing forward, the doctor fired a couple tracking needles filled to the brim with his itching serum to the left, right, and above the plant woman. Finally he fired three rounds straight at her. The others would slowly arc in to hit the woman from the sides and top, and the straight forward three would hit her in her stomach region if they weren't blocked.

The Black Angel (Formerly Soldier of Fortune) had been through a trying year, at the start of the year she was one of the most sought after freelance soldiers in the world, hired by dictators, drug lords, fortune 500 companies, even crime bosses, all of which sought her deadly skills as an assassin, and a practical instrument of pure death. It was what the Triad's had selected and altered her DNA for, unlucky for them she forgot to remember her loyalty to them when she uncovered the Triads leader, known only as "Dragoon Head" killed her mother. It was those same genetically modified skills that land "Soldier of Fortune" work from the Horn of Africa, to the Balkans, and eventually to the streets of NYC.

In the process the beautiful mercenary achieved what up until then was her ultimate pursuit, wealth beyond her wildest dreams, fast cars, beach front mansions, and wealthy dotting lovers. In this victory however, the seeds of her defeat were sown. Just as any tyrant often finds, the heights of their power breed complacency, which breeds a sense of invulnerability, and with every half a million sports car she bought, every designer handbag, every V.I.P event, it simply brought "Dragoon Head" one step closer to his escaped assassin.... Jade 3... A failed project worth having his minions die over, an escaped project capable of bringing down his crime empire, and certainly a escaped project worth killing over.

Eventually "Dragoon Head" found "Soldier of Fortune" taking contracts in NYC, and with a little cash exchanged multiple ways, she was set up, and pitted against "The Perfect Soldier", another mercenary, one which did not underestimate his foes, and in the ensuing epic battle, "Soldier of Fortune" was defeated.

Yet as bullet penetrated her leather jacket, crashed through her bullet proof vest, broke through her skin, and lodged in her vital organs, it wasn't death that awaited "Soldier of Fortune", rather rebirth. As passer by's checked her pulse, they found she was gone. When EMT's arrived on the scene, they found a weak pulse. By the time the ER doctor got a hold of her, she stabilized, and their she stayed for many long months, stable, but in coma.

The destruction of New York City came to pass, and the hospital was evacuated save for a few including the legendary mercenary. One would think this was the end, however it was merely the start, as within "Soldier of Fortunes" mind, a most extraordinary transformation was taking place. For in the deep recesses of her mind a grande epiphany was taking place, their was misty clouds, bright sunlight, and a deep booming voice, one which denied her entry into whatever lay beyond the clouds, and said "Go back, remake your life, live for something bigger then life's meaningless possessions, avenge those that have suffered at the hands of the greedy, the corrupt. In becoming a weapon for good, an instrument of justice, help the helpless, protect the weak, and perhaps in time you will join your mother in paradise.".

In the time between a blind and a tear, a breath and a lifetime, "Soldier of Fortunes" life played in front of her, a lifetime of anger, greed, murder, and evil. It was in this time that she was guided onto her path, the path of less taken good, of an avenger, of a Black Angel. A protector of the helpless and good, who fought evil on their level, who ultimately walked the line between sinner and saint.

Waking up in the basement of the shattered shell of a hospital, the newly reborn Black Angel took hold of her surroundings, it seemed only a minute ago she was in the fight of her life with "The Perfect Soldier, and now she was here, in a broken down hospital room, with darkened monitors, and eerie flickering lights. Unable to do anything else, overcome by extreme guilt, all she did was sob, which she did for the better part of a half hour.

Some time later, once she'd gotten her vision and emotions under control, she pulled out the needles tapped to her arm, which were hooked to an array of machines, quickly saying "Ahh..." as she pulled them from her flesh. Within a quick moment they were healed, and upon quick inspection of her ribs, they to had healed, in fact they and she felt better then ever, and so she decided to get off the table she'd been sitting on for some months, and journey into the hospital.

She moved slowly down the dimly lit hallways, wearing only a half tied hospital "Johnny", which didn't leave much to be imagined. Eventually after passing many empty rooms, hallways, and nurse stations, she happened upon a locker room, which she quickly raided. Picking up a pair of tight brown leather jacket which seemed to be just her size, an over sized gray t shirt, tight dark blue jeans, and a pair of leather boots, she was ready to travel outside. The stop at the guard post yielding a Glock 9MM, as well as a Remington shotgun, with several clips to the Glock, and a dozen shells for the shotgun.

Entering into the dark hallway once again, and following the trace amounts of light, Black Angel soon found herself at the hospitals main entrance/exit, which she knew was a cusp in her life. Back in the dark and destroyed gloom of the abandoned hospital was her old life, living only for money, and killing for far less, but on the other side, into the light, lay a second chance at redemption that few received. Stepping forward into the light while shielding her eyes, Black Angel swung the shotgun onto her back, and stepped into the light, saying only "Here we go... Now this is going to be different...".

As she stepped into the broken, destroyed, deserted streets of New York City, Black Angel couldn't help but take pause. This had at one time been a thriving center, the very epicenter of the world, and now the skyline was burning and on fire. There was also the sounds of much commotion, perhaps even a fight coming from... Very close... Black Angel sensed it beyond whatever he previous hearing ability was, and she ran as if nothing had happened towards the sounds of continued destruction of this formerly great city.

Having rounded an unfamiliar block, the Black Angel stumbled upon what practically looked like an Elf from a fiction novel, her powers seemingly the ability to command nature and plant life at a whim. Plant life which seemingly turned innocent bystanders into something similar to zombies, not to mention all the various vines she had running throughout the city which were seemingly controllable weapons for this meta-human. Opposing her was a very powerful meta-human, who seemed like a witch of some sort, equally if not more powerful then the other.

Noticing a man in a strange suit to her right, who seemed like he was at least interested in the well being of those unlucky bystanders who seemed to be running from the two battling women, Black Angel decided to approach the man to see what she could do. In the meantime she helped those who'd fallen over in futile attempts to flee the battle that was destroying what was left of this once proud city.

Reaching the strange looking man, Black Angel said "I don't know what the hell is going on here... And I don't know who you are.... But something tells me you're more of a good guy then that chick whose turning half of New York into plant food... For what it's worth... I'm with you...", and with that the Black Angel had chosen her side.

Where once she'd simply have watched the destruction from a distance, so long as involvement didn't profit her, Black Angel now flung herself head long into the action, willing to protect the innocent. A truly new role for her indeed....

Rex walked through his old turf staring around him at the rubble that had become from his once deeply beloved city, his walk carried him into...Jungle? Well ok than. Looking around the area the entire place looked like it was becoming a overnight rain forest. Walking faster he exited out one side of the plants and came to a massive battle of nature and man. Creatures ran on all fours, plants lifted and attacked, magic filled the air, and he could swear he heard science somewhere around there. Taking a deep breath for whatever was about to come of it.

A plant rose up behind him it's vines swinging to slam into rex's back which made him stumble, turning around the vine swung again and was caught. Glaring at the giant flower/plant/dna thingy rex still didn't know what was going on. With a yank he tore off the vine and leaped forward grabbing the base, bending his knees he leaped into the air tearing it in half, landing he started walking again. His steps took him to the center of the pandamoniam where two women were fighting and some guy with rocket boots. HE KNEW HE HEARD ROCKET BOOTS. Staring at the pair he wondered why it was always New York that took the attack, even when it was rubble.

Another plant attacked and again it was ripped apart, The red head was striking and the other one well the term magical came to mind. He hated magic..in fact he hated bunnies. Shrugging it away he just watched the battle between the pair. He looked around and cursed. "HEY PSYCHO CHICKS, WHY YOU ALWAYS ATTACKING NEW YORK? IT'S DOWN AND OUT LOOK AROUND...RED HEADED STEPCHILD MEAN ANYTHING TO ANY OF YOU!?" He yelled out to be heard above all the commotion and battle. Some of those feral moneky men like things charged at him and leaped onto him as teeth bit his flesh but didn't so much as cause a red mark, grabbing the one on his chest he flicked his wrist sending it slamming into a plant. His fist slammed against his chest causing a personal shockwave that blasted away those on and around him. Rex balled his fist and focusing his power slammed it straight into the ground.

The earth went silent for a moment than a seven foot crater appeared under the bruiser; the ground splintered and cracked and spread out forming long gashes in the concrete. The ground erupted in a rolling wave as the shockwave passed underneath, cars and objects were lifted and flipped or thrown through the air. Plants and creatures around him vanished into the long cracks that split open ten feet on some, three on others, eleven on one, and the others ranging from a foot to five. The impact carried a thousand yards. Standing up he looked around. "Why is it always New York? Wasn't there like a cornfield in Nevada that hasn't been touched in seven hundred years or so? Come on." Sighing he readied himself for the coming battle.

New posting order:

Thistle,.
Elena,
Composite,
The Black Angel,
Rex.