Posts by The Blind Ice

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]The Shadow easily felt Rowans body temperature rising, could taste the anger on his breath. His fists tightened around his batons so much so that his knuckles started to turn white. Blood dripped down onto his tightened fingers from the gash that was opened on his lower right for arm. He hated how the smell of his blood filled the air, but oh well. He'd gotten used to the smell of his own blood by now and he could easily tune out the pain of a small wound. How dare she?! How dare this loose cannon show up and just think it's okay to put a bullet in someones head, no questions asked! His eyes narrowed just looking at her. He quickly shook his head glancing around the room for something he could use as a wrap to hault the blood flow on his arm.

He turned his gaze back to Rowan when she held out the handle of a gun towards him. The gesture made his eyes go wide. No. No way in hell! He quickly pushed her hand away, shaking his head. "I don't shoot people. I don't use guns period, and I certainly don't shoot to kill." He explained as The Arctic Wolf stepped in, literally pulling the gun from Rowans hand. "Even if my life depended on it, I would never kill another human being. It's not my place to take a life, but it ks my place to see that justice is reached." He said, looking back and forth between the two of them. "That doesn't mean I can't beat one within an inch of their life, though." He muttered under his breath.

He turned his attention to one of the curtains in the room, moving over to it. Assess the situation. The wound in his arm wasn't that deep, it was only a graze. Something that would heal in no time. He did have to wrap it though to protect it from infection, and that white curtain would have to do. He quickly tore a long strip of fabric off of the curtain and wralled it around the wound. Tight enough to keep it protected but not tight enough to keep air from getting to it. "It's just a graze. Nothing I can't handle." Assured the others. Just when he thought he would get a break, the commotion from lutside stopped him dead in his tracks. Civilization casualties ... at least two from a cab that wrecked. Too many injuries to count. So much blood, the smell of fire and gasoline. The slund of screams ... so many screams. "Dear god ..." He muttered as his radar sense put a firey outline of the destruction into his head. Obviously, this was NOT a slow night and people were suffering.

"Mainstreet ... so much pain." He muttered trying to explain to the others what he was going on, but he didn't have the words. Then he was gone, out the doors as fast as he could go. Maybe they followed, maybe not. He kind of hoped he had backup with this one though. By the time he arrived, he was met with the sight of ... wow he didn't know how to tl describe it. His eyes were telling him that there were weapons in these peoples hands ... but his radar sense was telling him that there was nothing there. The confliction was giving him a headache. He had to stop and concentrate on his surroundings to realize that all of this was some kind of illusion. "Stop ... stop! All of you stop! It's not real! He shouted, moving to hold one of the attacking civilians. He needed to find the source of these mind games ...
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]Overwhelming. That's what all of this felt like to Shadow. So much input ... so much disaster. It all flooded his mind with such intensity that he was almost collapsing under the weight of all of it. He could barely focous. Then there was the feeling of ... of someone prodding his mind, and the confliction of the illusions. His blue-green eyes flew horribly wide, one hand still gripping a baton, the other linning a young boy to the ground. "You need to ... need to snap out of it." He spoke to him, focusing his radar on the surrounding area. Who needed to be saved and what was standing in his way. He toom a deel breath before wacking the boy upside the head with his baton to knock him unconscious. Out cold was better than dead or in danger in his mind.

By the time he got up, at least four more innocent people were dashing toward him, all thinking they had weapons when really they didn't... did they? God, it was so confusing! Everything but his eyes were telling him that they were unarmed and helpless to whatever was controling them. One by one, he knocked out his attackers, making sure to put them in a safe place once they were unconscious. He needed to focus, search for a patteren, someone who's emotions were too level. A sound wave, an odd scent, something he could use to locate the perpetrators of this chaos. "Wilson, be careful! It's not real, none of it!" He called once he finally found her heartbeat among the crowd, hoping she'd heed his warning. He didn't have much time to read the two new player to this, both his age and he could smell that they were twins but that's all he could get when his focus was elsewhere. "I mean it's an illusion. She's not dead, no one has weapons, it's not real! It's not ..." Even as he spoke, he was questioning himself, making his headache worse. It had to be an illusion. What else could mess with his senses in this way? He let out a soft groan then bolted towards the nearest fireescape. He had to observe from above, get a layout of the situation

He never made it. His eyes widened in shock when he heard the series of cracks. "GET DOWN!" He managed to shout before every single window around the street was shattered and blown out. He stumed backward, catching himself on a street lamp pole. It was so loud! So so loud! Everything was so loud. He didn't even have time to register the blood beginning to drip from his ears. He had to find the source. Focus! Finally, he found it. The steady heartbeat in the chaos. In seconds he was running towards the man, eyes narrowed in anger, batons clutched in both shaking hands. Focus for just a little bit longer, Jack. Don't give up ... he's right in front of you ... He thought to himself.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]OOC; and cue Jack's sensory overload lol

Shadow picked up his pace, eyes following the obvious perpetrator as he seemingly disappeared into the chaos. "NO!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, only seeming to make more pain for himself, but he couldn't help it. After causing all of this pain and destruction, all of the casualties ... the people's suffering that he STILL FELT as it permeated the air, he didn't get to just escape. He wouldn't allow that. He couldn't. Focus, FOCUS DAMNIT! He yelled at himself internally, shoving through the crowd and trying to pick out that calm heartheat thqt was coupled with the fainted smell of something like sulfer. He guessed that that sulfer smell was the mind mutation he was picking up.

He could feel the other girl, one of the twins following him through, but he could barely hear her over world around him. It was so loud! He had to whake his head in an attept to clear his thoughts. He did catch something she said vaugly ... something about his ears bleeding. Oh, so that was why his sense of balance seemed a bit fuzzy. Oh well, he couldn't worry about that when the car was driving away.

Shadow, duck! The fuzzy sound of Arctic Wolf's voice echoed in his mind. He didn't have to turn around to know that there was a gun in her hand. He heard the click of the safty as the trigger was pulled and he quickly grabbed the hero that had followed him, the one with the British accent, pulling her down and covering her head with his arm as the shots rang out.

BANG, BANG, BANG ... The pops just kept coming, each shot echoing like a hammer banging on his brain. He could feel the blood now ... dripping from his ears, staining his mask as fell from his nose. Too much noise ... too many smells. It was too much! He tried to get up, but he couldn't make it to his feet. He collapsed to the ground in a pile of broken glass, body shaking violently as he curled in on himself, blue-green eyes half closed. He felt everything, literally everything! The screaming, the blood, the gasoline, the death. A thick cloud of chaos hung over his mind and he found himself screaming and unable to stop, his breath coming in quick gasps as he tried to block it all out.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 20px dotted black; overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 150px;][align=left][font=georgia][size=8][color=black]It's too loud ... too loud ... it hurts ... Shadows thoughts got lost within the cacophony of sesnory input flooding his brain. It was too much. He felt everything, every little detail about everything, and all of it came crashing into his head all at once. His mind felt like it was being pounded on by a jackhammer, the pain was so intense. He slowly moved his shaking hands and desperatly clasped for his throbbing ears, smearing the blood across his skin. Block it out ... block it out ... come on block it out. He kept repeating those words to himself but it was as if they seemed to get completely covered up by everything else. His screaming stopped, having only caused him much more unwanted pain. He was reduced to small whimpers of obvious agony and disorientation while he desperately pulled in air at a quick pace.

There was a girl, four feet away. She was ten years old. He could smell the salt in the air from her sobbing and screaming. Her body temperature was too high, and her heart was beating so fast that it sounded like a war drum in his head. A man on the opposite end of the street, covered in fresh blood. Dead. He could smell the way the lack of proper chemical production and the beginning of decay in his organs. His heart had stopped five minutes ago. Cause of death, a large piece of glass lodged in his throat from when the windows shattered. He must not have heard the warning. The pavement below him was littered in glass shards, the glass ... silica, and molten sand being it's main components. He could smell the traces of tin from it's production ... imported from a glass factory in Newport, Arazona. Then there was the cement ... his mind registered all of it, but had no place to store all of the information it was flooded with.

Then the touch came, foregin. Female -her powers were psychic manipulation, she was 18 years old, her blood type was- His eyes flew wide and he pulled away from her in an instant, too much input made the touch feel like he'd been smacked, falling back to the ground with a small thud. He was just lucky that no glass shards had imbedded themselves into his skin. "No ... No ... it's too much ... too much. I can't I ..." He muttered in a soft, pained voice though he couldn't register that he was speaking. More voices, more pulses, more input, he curled into a ball, clenching his eyes shut as tight as he could but the firely image of the world still remained. It wouldn't go away. Find solid ground. Find yourself. Anchor yorself! He managed to hear his own thoughts for long enough to be able to register a single voice ... Wolfy. Hey, are you alright, what do you need, how can we help? Her voice was so soft, so full of concern. He reached out a shaking hand, breaching whatever forcefield was around him, latching onto one of her hands with his and squeezing it tightly. "Anchor me ... please ..." He whispered softly just hoping she would understand what he meant. He needed a focus point, an anchor, something to keep him grounded. He let her worried heartbeat flood his mind. Even in its frantic state, the sound was soft ... warm and inviting. So different from other pulses he'd listened to. It was like a lullaby to his mind.
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