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 Shock Shock Horror, Clash of the Daniels
Daniel Blake
 Posted: Dec 8 2011, 04:43 AM
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Now Daniel Blake understood why he had been spending extra to have his groceries delivered instead of collecting them directly. It had always seemed an unexplained luxury in the austere spending habits passed on to him by Old Zach. Forcing himself to sit up on the cobbles where he had fallen, fighting the pain that coated his body, that made every movement feel like it was being made through vinegar-soaked sandpaper with skin that was already ripped raw. He needed to see what damage had been done.

The bodies were strewn about, shadowy and unmoving, in the dark alley in which Daniel had found himself as night drew in on Kesky. It was thanks to another of his navigational blunders that he had ended up so deep in the district that he had been trying to leave, and the drastic shortening of days since the full onset of fall explained the darkness so early in the evening. The muggers had probably been attracted to his smart clothes and the obvious fact that he did not fit in with the bustle of Kesky. Now Daniel couldn't tell if they were even alive.

It had all happened so fast. Three men had appeared suddenly in front of him, blocking his path. A knife had sprung into the hand of the one in the middle. Daniel had needed no more encouragement than that to turn and head back the way he had come, only to find two more rough-looking men now sealing his escape route. He had turned back to face the larger threat, trying to ignore the quickly growing feeling of needles piercing every inch of his skin, when one of the ruffians behind him took the opportunity of his turned back to try and pin him.

Daniel had instantly paniked. Screaming in the sudden, torturous pain that flashed across his entire body, he flailed at his assailant's face, awkwardly reaching behind his own head. He must have come close, because the alley was lit by the briefest of flashes of pure white light and there was a sound like an oak tree being split in two. The next thing Daniel knew he was flying through the air towards the other three men, flung like a rag doll by the forces he had unintentionally unleashed. As he flew, some of his strength returned to him and he tried to ward himself against the coming impact, putting his hands out infront of him. However, this only caused more lightning to arc from the tip of each finger to the exposed faces and hands of his assailants, though they were retreating in fear. They weren't fast enough to escape the searing bolts of lightning that leapt, uncontrolled, from Daniel, or the second concussive explosion of power that accompanied them.

After their bodies had finished crumpling to the floor, all had been still, except for the sound of running feet disappearing into the distance as the fifth assailant fled. It had taken a few minutes longer for Daniel to overcome the lingering pain, brought on by his "power", enough to move. Slowly standing, Daniel knew he had to get out of here. Unconscious or dead, it would not do any good for him to be found with these bodies. And definitely not in the state he was in; he didn't need to look at his hands to know that his skin had turned as black as his suit, as black as the night itself. The excruciating pain was enough to know that. Unfortunately, it was also enough that the thought of walking made his mind gibber like a loon.

And so he stood there, surrounded by bodies, desperately trying to pull himself together.

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Daniel Graves
 Posted: Dec 12 2011, 04:52 PM
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It was dark. It was cold. Daniel Graves, Urbane Explorer to the night dwellers of Kesky, was stalking the streets. The suit performed smoothly, light puffs of steam assisting in the movement of his legs and swing of his arms. At present, his suit consisted of the large gauntlets and arm guards with boots and shin guards, a heavy helmet and breastplate, all connected by tubing and steam valves. The rest was thick canvas material tailored to fit like a jumpsuit, keeping the heat of the steam to a minimum.

He had to plan out these adventures very carefully as he only had a few hours of power before his suit died on him. Which was fine, he mostly wanted to get used to using it on actual test runs in an uncontrolled environment. Daniel also hoped to have figure out the use of electrical currents to harness its power as a stun weapon. It had been a temperamental beast, but so far it had shorted out his system or electrocuted him. If anyone was causing trouble tonight then it’d be a great way to measure the experimental weapon’s power. He just hoped whoever got hit with it wasn’t deserving of dying.
It had been something like thirty minutes that he had been walking the streets, a gauge on the inside of his helmet showing him how much longer he had before he needed to return home. So far so good…

…Or so he thought.

The shadowlands weren’t exactly covered in shadows for the briefest second. The flash of light caught Daniel’s attention, but the horrendous sound solidified his next course of action. As an officer, Graves had been told to not go in that area alone and seeing as how none of his coworkers ever entertained the thought of going there, he had never truly explored the forsaken land. The opportunity presented itself like an omen. Building pressure in the boots, Daniel let loose the steam power and bounded off toward the mysterious sound, making enormous leaps that bounded six feet with each stride. The hiss of the steam and the clamor of steel hitting concrete echoed through the more peaceful side of Kesky before fading off into the darker, dangerous side of town.

Was it a Wonder? Did he really want to go head to head with one this early? At first Daniel thought it’d be great to take down just humans with his suit, it gave him the advantage of having Wonder-like strength and speed combined with the use of fire and steam, but to a Wonder…they’d be about even. If that, considering they understood their powers or so he would imagine. He was sure that Wonders could use their power for evil, but most seemed to just want to live normally without prejudice. The adventurer steeled himself as he leapt toward his destination, determined that regardless what kind of person who was going up against, he was going to go all out to make sure he kept New Venice safe and that he was going to get back home alive.

The light and noises came from an alley (No surprise there as most books had taught him), leaving Daniel with the option of scaling the adjacent building so he could drop down into the alley. He knew presence and surprise made for great atmosphere in situations like these. Adjusting the pressure once again, the suit hissed briefly as he jumped, clearing half the small structure and latching onto its side, climbing only a few more feet before pulling himself onto the roof. He took a deep breath not from having to drag his heavy suit over a ledge, but from pre-show jitters. It was time to see what this thing could do for real. He peered over the edge of the roof and saw the horror all around.
Bodies lay strewn about and a single man stood there. He liked to think himself a rational man and at some point he did question whether this scene was how it looked or if there was more to it, yet his impulsive desire for the makings of fantasy clouded him. Justice had to be served.

With that thought, he jumped from the roof and landed with a loud burst of steam from his boots, the white smoke pluming around him as he stood from the impact-breaking crouch. He stared straight ahead at the last man standing and pointed at him with his metallic hand, “Looks like tonight’s not your night.”
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Daniel Blake
 Posted: Dec 12 2011, 07:04 PM
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As Daniel Blake stood there, teeth gritted against the pain (which was receding more quickly than its extent would have suggested, as was always the case with the young man's power), he was vaguely aware of faint smashing, crumbling sounds. However, focusing on taking a step against the searing knifes biting into his skin consumed too much of his concentration to register the sounds as important. Finishing the step and releasing the breath he had been holding, Daniel considered that he may have to deal with the loss of the week's groceries if he wanted to make it away from this terrible scene before anyone else stumbled upon it. Moving enough to bend down to the dropped bag would likely cause his legs to buckle from the pain, and he'd have to start again from scratch.

Before he could take a second step, however, an object of metal and canvas that bellowed steam came hurtling out of the sky to land mere feet from where Daniel stood. The cobbles having barely settled after the object's landing sent them buckling, and the steam still clinging to the thing like a fog, it began unfolding into another shape. To Daniel's growing horror, it seemed increasingly human.

As the figure raised an accusatory finger in his direction, the most that poor Daniel could manage was to take a step away, undoing his last few minutes of work. The pain still coursing across his body meant that the step back, along with raising his hands in a feeble attempt to ward off the new and extreme assailant, permitted him no more than a whimper in response to the monster's threatening words.

"Looks like tonight’s not your night."

You don't know how right you are...


QUOTE (Dave-Id @ Dec 15 2011, 4:50 PM)
Depending on Graves' mindset, the raised arms could look like a ready stance.  It doesn't help that Blake is currently pitch black with very dark brown hair, in a black suit, in a narrow, unlit alley at night.  Discerning his exact posture isn't going to be the simplest of things.

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