"Yeah," Jack said turning around to face Teafo "I flew, what's your power?"
It had occurred to Jack that this man might not have a power, but seeing as 2/2 people he had met thus far had them, the odds are in his favor

"Watch this," Teafo said, closing his eyes, and concentrating on the metallic look of his skin from earlier, he could feel the cold chromed surface spreading across his body until he was entirely covered by it. "That's all I know of so far."

Distant screams and the crying of demons woke Troy, who was lying on the rubble strewn floor of his ruined apartment. Gathering himself, he pushed himself up off the floor, and managed to stagger to his feet. Troy began to blink his eyes rapidly, a red glow clouding his vision which was messing with his sight. When his vision was restored to normal, Troy found himself standing alone at the edge of his apartment window, smashed open and gazing down into the remains of the chaos strewn streets.

Crashed hover ships littered the city, some stuck partially into the sides of the steep, now ruined buildings. Much like the one sticking into his apartment building, only a few floors down. A sudden wave of vertigo hit Troy, and he backpedalled away from the window. His leg hit a piece of bloodied pipe, and he went falling onto a pile of fallen roofing. Groaning, he was about to get up when the bloodied pipe brought back a sudden realisation: 'Roxana.' he thought in sudden horror, and he leapt to his feet and began to frantically search the apartment. "Roxana! Roxana, where are you!?" he shouted in sick desperation, and he madly began to dig through piles of rubble while the empty pipe and pool of blood mocked him.

As the last piece of rubble was thrown away, Troy came upon a shattered picture frame. Picking it up, the broken glass slid aside to reveal the image of Troy and Roxana, celebrating their new apartment together with their friends. Her smile and happy features stared at him, and he suddenly broke down, falling onto the ground and crying out in loss. 'Help me!' the sudden voice broke through Troy's grief, and he slowly raised his head murmuring "... Roxana?".

He stood to his feet, and a loud snuffling sound was heard in the outside door. A sudden realisation, and Troy leapt to the side as the half dead remains of the injured gargoyle came crashing through the wall. The dust settled, and Troy stared in sick horror at the beast, which now had several tentacle like apendages coming through its neck, a jawed mouth in the center. It turned, and began to advance on Troy who knew that he wouldnt escape from this thing. He closed his eyes, and the snuffling came closer and closer, when it stopped abruptly.

Waiting for what seemed to be eternity, he began to open his eyes. The apartment and monster were... gone. Vanished, as if it had been wished away. It had been replaced with a misty red smoke, and the slightly slanted deck of the hover ship that was residing half way inside the apartments interior, only a few floors below his own apartment.

A sudden sense of knowing urger him to look up, and he watched in strange fascination as the gargoyle monster sailed into the streets below, its body twisting and burning as it fell silently. Watching its arc, his gaze fell lower and lower, until strange lumps came into view. In sudden panic, he grabbed the lumps and noticed that his skin was... 'Black? But I dont have black skin, and I certainly dont have breasts! What is this-' he thought, and was rudely interupted as the red glow returned with piercing intensity. She screamed out, and the sudden face of Roxana flashed through his mind as the red glow overtook everything, and Troy disappeared.

Intro:

Thunder rolled. Outside, the growling sky darkened, the horizon filled with ominous, black clouds even as the incandescent white flash of lightning cut through the darkness, the brilliant snapshot lighting the landscape in a ghostly monochrome that burned it's way into the memory before disappearing back into the night.

Alexander von Sigismund lay sprawled out against a leather couch, his large frame occupying most of the sage-green furniture, eyes watching the incredible fury erupting outside, a glass of whiskey cradled with surprising delicacy in his left hand, the right stretching out and down the cool, smooth leather sides.

'Jabu!' he yelled, and at that instant, a short, wiry figure burst out of the bathroom door, the cold, gun-metal glint of a Makarov seated between long, dark fingers even as Alexander rolled off the lounger, his right hand whipping out with a flash of brassy gleam the inelegant, heavy shape of a Sig Sauer.

A mexican standoff ensues, both men coldly staring down the snub, lethal barrels at their foe. Alexander, eyes fixed on the other man's, slowly raised thw whiskey glass, and sipped.

Except the whiskey never reached his lips, spilling totally onto the lacquered floor and dribbling down the front of his indigo shirt. The tension broke, and Jabu's face creased into a broad grin, his teeth startlingly white against the darkness of his skin.

'By the good Lord' said Jabu, struggling to contain his laughter at the mixture of puzzlement and dismay on Alexander's face 'you really don't learn, do you?'

'Shut up Jabu' snapped Alex, good natured familiarity softening his tone even as he mopped at himself.

'Ja, Baas' he replied with mocking, ridiculous servility, crumpling an imaginary hat in front of his chest before easily ducking Alexander's swing and collapsing himself down on another divan with a mocking salute.

Alexander continued to grumble as he ran a crumpled rag down his shirt, stalking off to his bedroom to change.

Tony had to stop to see the man's display of a metallic like skin. He viewed this with extreme curiosity and wondered if bullets could penetrate it. He hoisted out his gun into his right hand and asked, "Mind if I test that shiny skin of yours?" If he was correct in his assumption, it should be able to stop the penetration of a nine millimetre bullet with ease. He would do well to wait for his permission before shooting him in the foot, or something. "We should probably test our limits."

Jack flew up to get away from the gun.
"Put that thing away!!" Guns had always made Jack nervous and he was never quite sure why.

"It's just a gun, working metal parts on a frame, contained within a sliding metal autoloader. Combined with bullets, it can be deadly. However, in the hands of a perfectly stable person, that understands how dangerous they are," Raising the gun into the light, "Renders little to no danger unless... intended. Relax, so metal man, are we trying your shiny suit out?"

Eyes opening, Roxana found herself to be in a hunched over position. She slowly unfolded herself, and began to stand when a sudden pain rended her body. She gave out a gasp, and screamed as she fell back to the ground, blood pumping out of her now empty wound. Coughing, she shakingly struggled to her feet, and she started to shuffle towards the hanging door leading down into the hover ship. The door swung open with a groan, and she began to make her way into the bowels of the ship, her blood trailing behind her.

Although she was heavily injured, she still managed to find a medical room, which even had its power still running. Finding it harder and harder to move, she slowly shuffled to a MedBench, and laid herself onto it. A wave of colour appeared, and she began to rest as the machine diagnosed her, and she fell into sleep as it began to patch her up.

OOC: At this rate, I'll never meet the rest of you. =(

"I know it's a gun, that's exactly why I'm doin this" Jack yelled as he flew down and grabbed the gun from Tony's hands then flew up high with it.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA! I don't know the limits of this metal skin, and I'm not about to test it out by getting shot in the foot!" Teafo backed away from the gun-wielding nut, holding his hands up in front of him. Without even trying, the metallic skin was forming again across his forearms and hands, protecting himself. Must be instinctive he thought to himself. Still uneasy about the gun. Well, I did manage to survive getting hit by that airliner... How much damage could a gun actually do? The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to find out.

"I tell ya what," He said "Let me have the gun, and I'll shoot myself somewhere when I know it's all metal. I don't wanna get randomly shot when I don't even know if you'll hit the mark." With that he held out his hand to take the gun from the flying man who had grabbed it.

"If you please?"

"See my point? Besides, look at what we've found out. At the moment, it seems that it forms when you feel threatened. Christ in hell I wasn't actually going to shoot you, having said that it would be a potentially good idea to test this sort of stuff out, know our limits and whatnot. It's only a matter of time before you get mauled by some demon and that stuff might save you." He looked suddenly more solemn again, and looked on beyond the docks, this demon stuff was getting to him.

The_Toe_Bighter98:

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Alotak:

HURRY UP

So we are taking this RP by turns then? Sorry, but I dont have the time right now, so I hope I die a horrible horrible death for abondoning the RP. Sorry for that. =P

The_Toe_Bighter98:

Alotak:

HURRY UP

So we are taking this RP by turns then? Sorry, but I dont have the time right now, so I hope I die a horrible horrible death for abondoning the RP. Sorry for that. =P

You have not abandoned it you will continue to post (i hope) i was just kidding any way, but i think our benefactor RD may have abandoned us.