capeandcowllogs | Things fall apart [OPEN]

[Slade's in your City, burning your shit! Try and stop him, if you dare!]

[OKAY WHERE IS THE DICKWEED.

...But in all seriousness, Cole saw the news. Heroic instincts kicked in. He'd made fun of people like this in the movies, the ones that blindly ran towards danger and were usually the first ones to die. Now he found himself falling into this cliche, not that that was exactly on his mind.

So yeah, aimless wandering guy in a yellow jacket.]

[HE IS CURRENTLY ON A ROOFTOP RIGHT ABOVE YOU. Seriously, a guy wrapped in a fiery aura isn't hard to miss.

And he's knocking down another building right now, how's about that.]

[Well, goddamn.

Cole's a parkour kinda guy. ...No, really, that's one of his hobbies. With some added speed thanks to the superpowers he's hoping he can climb up to him without the guy noticing.

'Hoping' being the major key word here. This isn't Sam Fisher we're talking about.]

[Consumed by demonic power though he is, Slade hasn't lost all sense of balance so he does manage to catch the tail end of the approach, just as the building falls. He doesn't even have to gesture as a torrent of fire erupts from his body and hurtles towards Cole.]

Augh--!

[Ohhhh shit shit shit. So much for that idea. Cole yelps, muttering curses and jumps for the adjacent building. He barely dodges the fire, but he can definately feel the heat on his back. Clinging to a window he twists his body around and fires off several bolts of electricity out of his hands.]

[There was something profoundly ironic about being attacked with electricity after the previous night's encounter, so much so, in fact, that it nearly gets a chuckle out of him. As it is, Slade simply dodges, countering with yet another torrent of fire.]

[Cole leaps for the next window but unfortunately his arm gets scorched despite not taking the full blast. He yelps out in pain and loses his grip with that arm.]

Think that's funny, asshole?!

[Hanging on one arm now he swats his BURNING SLEEVE against the wall to put it out. Pain tolerance was unfortunately not on his list of new powers, so after screaming a quick "son of a bitch" he bites his lips and tries to fire off a sonic blast of air with his still-burning arm before forcing himself to climb up agian, despite the pain. At least hoping to reach him and get on the same playing field.]

[He does find it funny, actually, but since he's not the type for maniacal laughter, he'll settle for a smirk. What Slade doesn't expect is the sonic blast that hit him square in the side. There's pain, but only for a moment. He lands heavily on another rooftop before forcing his healing factor into high gear, will his injury to heal itself. It's an ability he didn't have until the Porter granted it, but it's proven useful on several occasions.

Straightening, he's off again, but not before creating a whirlwind of flames about himself and releasing it all in a violent burst heading straight for Cole.]

[Not a big deal as it's only an 'attack' meant to knock his enemies off his feet so he can incite zappy death. ... Not like that's the case here--BUT FOR NOW COLE'S GONNA MOTHERFUCKING BREAK THROUGH A MOTHERFUCKING WINDOW, PROBABLY FREAKING THE FUCK OUT OF THE RANDOM RESIDENTS INSIDE, AND PUT HIM HIS MOTHERFUCKING SHIELD (http://infamous.wikia.com/wiki/Polarity_Wall).

He used it before to protect himself from gunshots. Whirlwind of flames, though, were entirely different thing. Sure, it kept him from getting scorched for about 2 seconds, but the sheer force of the blast quickly sent him off his feet. Oh hey, burning pain. That's ~~cool~~ hot. Now he's pissed.

Balls of electricity soon come out from the window as soon as Cole can get up and swear to himself. Those are quick literally electric grenades, by the way.]

[Slade's already a few rooftops away by the time the electric grenades come his way. He pauses in his destruction for only a moment, just long enough to send blasts of fire to ignite them. There's a glorious conflagration, and he can't help but pause and admire the beauty of it.]

[Maybe the adrenaline is taking his mind off the burning flesh that is his left now, but Cole climbs out the window and follows him, grinding on what powerlines are left to catch up with him. He jumps off to the building right across from Slade and attempts to tackle the assface.

Yeah good job Cole ur so smrt.]

[Slade turns, musing slightly. Rather persistent, this one. Still, he's not about to let himself get tackled so he sidesteps neatly and brings around a flaming fist to punch Cole hard.]

yay <3

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[Guy's up in the air when he notices the flash of orange below. It's bright and shiny and it catches his eye.]

Hey! Hey, don't go running through there! Yer gonna get yer damn brains knocked out by flamin' rubble!

[He swoops down after the figure, glowing green.]

[Slade looks up, amused more than anything else by the sight of someone coming to 'save' him. He doesn't even pause for a moment as he slams his fist into the ground, fire snaking out in a destructive line before the pavement literally heaves erupting in a conflagration of fire and shrapnel.

After that he leaps away, ready to hit his next target.]

[Guy yelps and flinches back. When the eruption ends, he's lost track of the strange figure and he's cussing like a sailor. He can't spend the time to go after it, though. Not with the people in danger because of this new fire.

If he sees him again, though, they're going to have words.]

The big flaming guy bopping on rooftops. Last time Deadpool tangoed with one of this guy's creations, he wound up flaming himself.

This time, it's shishkabobby for this crispy creep. Bounding up from below, seemingly from nowhere comes a pair of stabby swords at his back.

"Great googly moogly, time for some Douchebag Friccasee!"

[It isn't often that Slade allows himself to cut loose and just enjoy what he does. Right now, though, in the midst of a raging inferno, he's in his element -- a true scion of Delirium for the first time since May -- and it's glorious.

Turning briefly at the sound of a voice calling out, Slade smiles beneath the mask, flames hot enough to melt metal already rising to his defense, wreathing his body in a bloodred aura. Slamming his fist on the rooftop, it promptly erupts where Deadpool's standing, peppering the area with flaming debris.]

"Holy Milk of Magnesia!" Deadpool blurts when his swords start to bend and wither. "Cheaty McCheatcheat - "

His quip remains unfinished as suddenly he's launched in the air with the chunk of roof he's standing on, prompting an immediate backflip and a footplant off a taller building next door, and a spring leap back at Slade, a boot aimed squarely at his face - the blind eye side.

"Time for something funky with sole!"

[If Slade were amateur or unused to the limits of his blinded side, he might not have seen that coming. As it is, he twists his body a little, not enough to avoid it entirely, but to lessen the damage, certainly. It knocks him back, just a step, but then he's retaliating, returning the favor with a flaming fist aimed right at Deadpool's face.]

As much as that hurts, Wade spins with it, and even though it burns off half his mask and obscures his vision with fire, the punch he throws back is nonetheless dead-on in its aim at Slade's throat.]

[The blow hits him square in the throat, and this time, he falls back more than just a step. It hurts, but the demonic power flowing through him more than compensates. He just chokes out a laugh and sends yet another torrent of flames Deadpool's way.]

This time, Wade ducks and rolls low, whipping out a dagger to try and stab it into Slade's Achilles.

"Not feeling chatty today, Sladebag? That a frog in your throat or just gurgling blood and Adam's apple-juice?"

[He's already healing so when the blow comes, he dodges neatly, landing in a crouch some yards away. Straightening, he stands on the edge of the roof, the flames of the surrounding area seeming to intensify, to gather around him as he answers.]

There exists a time for everything. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to live, and a time to die. [Fire wreathes his hands, a seething glow that radiates everything this event has brought upon him.]

The time is mine, Wade. I am hers.

[Death. Delirium. Desire. Despair.

It doesn't matter.

The flames engulf him as they tear through the building, utterly destroying it from the rooftop downward.]

"Oooooooookaaaayyyy, that's not batshit at all!" Wade snaps, before breaking into a sprint to close the distance between the two of them.

"Whose are ya, Cap'n Crotch? Catherine the Great? Aunt Jemima? Angela Lansbury? You can't be Bea Arthur's, because that's who owns me alrea-GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY THATZALOTTA FIRE -"

The roof crumbles beneath him, and Deadpool catches on fire immediately as he plummets downwards into the midst of the collapsing pile of rubble, hopelessly buried beneath it.

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urgh, sorry if I godmod at all. don't do fight logs a lot and get worried I'm doing something wrong

s'all good bb <3 don't worry about it

yay <3

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WADE VS. SLADE LET'S GO!

HELL YEAH!

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