The above OC is in danger, what will your OC do?

Rosie was quietly testing out a new re-breathing system under the waters near the pier, as much as she knew the dangers, she had to stay under for 24 hours to prove how long it could last. But, with the lights and her survival gear, she was prepared for anything... Well, almost anything. She wasn't expecting a man wrapped in metal to just fall into the water like that. She swam to them and grabbed there chains, using her hand's heating coil to melt the chains dragging him down. Thirty seconds later, the metal melts enough and the body is so much lighter that she could start to pull him up until she thought about it: If he was bound in chains, who dropped him here? 

With some insight, she swims along the coast underwater, offering him the oxygen to keep him alive until they finally reach a couple miles down the beach, far away from the pier as she drags the man back onto dry land.

However, this action took it's own toll on her body, as now they're on the beach, Rosie collapses, unconscious next to the blue and black clothed man. She tried to call the police, but the call button wasn't pressed, and such, they were at the mercy at whoever found them. Could be those who tried to kill Pierce, Someone who would be interested in Rosie, or, with all hopes, someone who could help them.

The sheer silence of the beach was promptly disturbed by the stirring of the sand. The youth was trekking the sandy coastline when the occurance caught his eye. He walks over to check on the two, which were unresponsive to his gentle kicks. He also noticed that the phone had 911 shown on screen but never called so assumed that the conciousness faded before they could ever make the call.

With a sigh, he drags the two away from the beach and somewhere safe until the two woke up from their comas.

Contains minor gore

Salvador was just practicing the fine art of, 'opening a woman's purse without being noticed, " while that all happens. His 'Pidgeon', rushed off dragging her husband with her, leaving Salvador alone with the portal traveler. The warm heat, still radiating from the fallen body, fought with the cold wind of Drakensburg. Salvador waited precious seconds. In doubt of what to do. When he finally made a discussion, he carefully approached the young stranger, lying face down in the snow. The man, who was as blond as Salvador mind you, had several cuts and a big one on his arm. For a brief moment, Salvador felt the urge to search the man's pocket, you could survive in the street if you didn't, but he resisted it. Though, the flashy, weird looking gun on the man's hip, was very interesting looking.

Salvador shook his head as if he could get rid of his urges. Healing now. Stealing later, he told himself. Salvador grabbed his bottle of disconnected alcohol, Roswell ordered him to carry around and dipped his  'relative clean handkerchief in it. Salvador applies them to the wounds. Took his glove off and pressed his ink black fingers on the cut. It healed as soon as it came in contact with Salvador's hand. He repeated this process several times, until only the deep cut was left. Salvador couldn't heal wounds that deep, so he cut some textile out of his undershirt. Wrapped the textile around the man's arm, and prayed for the best. Salvador carefully dragged the man out of the center of the street to the corner and take a brief moment to admire his handiwork. It wasn't... Really the best, the wound on the arm was still bleeding, but the weird 'World jumper' would probably make it... Right? And well if he didn't -.Salvador grabbed the plasma rifle on the man's hip - He wouldn't need this anymore.

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"Oh Void's its thick dark ass, " Salvador cursed and swore. He had every reason to do so, as the small thief was being chased. The Guards where warm on his trail and Salvador's not existing stamina was failing. If he only could find a place too hide! 

A single arrow flies through the air, soars an inch above Salvador's head, and lands right in the gap of one of the guard's visors, killing him instantly with a fatal headshot between the eyes. It causes the other guards to panic, moving too slow to notice one more arrow fly through the air once more and hit yet another guard in the throat, ending his life on the ground as he gurgled feebly. The final guard, now more wary, aims his own bow toward where the arrows had been firing, but all he hits is the stone wall as a shadow looms behind him, a shape flying from them and onto the armour-clad guard's back.

The guard yells out in shock, desperately trying to wrench the woman who'd suddenly thrown herself into the fray off as she clung with a vice-like grip, a dagger in hand, which she uses to sink into the man's jugular and tear once she's able to pull his head back far enough. He can only grasp at his throat and gurgle in response to that, falling to his knees, the Bosmer who'd attacked jumping off before he could hit the ground. She sheathes her blade and wipes off her hands before fixing Salvador with an even look.

"Come on," she states, scarily serious until she flashes the thief a charismatic smirk. "If you're gonna steal things like a true thief, you need to know where to hide, let me show you to the cistern below the city, it's one of the better spots."

Breathing heavily, Clarke speeds along the rocky cliffside as she dodges a scorching blast of fire, the dragon she'd been trying to hunt for a bounty crawling along the cliff face to try and reach her, only occasionally breaking off to fly closer to her. She was in a rough position, either try sliding down the cliffside to safety or face a burning hot death if she ran into a dead-end, which...she unfortunately noticed was beginning to grow more and more close.

Fluer had let out a war cry,  quickly dashing on and slashing at the large dragon, it turning around to fight him.  "Go,  madam! The cliff!"

He manages to hold it off as she makes her way down the cliff,  the dragon constantly letting out growls and slashing at him,  at which he could leap out the way for most. 

Until it strikes him down. 

Now he's in need of a savior himself. 

(magic attempt to revive the thread!!!!)

( Attempt succeeded! )

Fluer could hear birds starting to chatter from the distant; the crows gawking, the eagles and hawks calling. The trees swayed in the wind, the forest had came alive! The clouds departed and the sun shed a light on the retired knight, gracing him with its warmth. A massive being landed next to Fluer, super hero landing style! The creature stood up, it was a colossal size thing, towering over Fluer, casting a shadow upon him. It said not a single word, but slightly gave Fluer a single head nod. It was an unspoken language between the two, but Fluer knew the giant being was there to save him. The bird being turned to the dragon and uppercut the dragon. When The Bird Master's fist made impact with the dragon, it was so powerful that Fluer could feel the energy and the force pushing him a few foot backwards. Fluer could hear the critters and the birds cheering in the back, gawking and chirping! The dragon was knocked back a few yards from the blow. When the dragon got up, it was injured, weakened, and no longer wanted to contest. It flew off. Bird Master flexes his muscles and strikes an epic pose, letting the feather and his cape blow in the wind and the sun beaming down on him.
Just as Fluer could get back up and shake off from the force that took him a few paces back, The Bird Master was gone, and with that, the birds no longer chirped, the trees stiff, all had became silent once again.
( Yuh, Bird Master be one dramatic and cheesy character. LOL!! )

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As Bird Master was having himself a refreshing drink down by the stream he was alerted by a gang of friendly cats. The cats surrounded him and started to brush their cheeks against him. They graced their soft furs against him with their sides, greeting him. The gang of cats chirped and purred softly at him. But he hated cats! But does not want to hurt these innocent little things. He couldn't escape this gang of loving cats and needed to be saved!

( AlwaysGradient an epic save and exit! The Forestchild didn't even need to lift a finger for that! huehue. Bird Master is eternally greatful )

There are the stray cats the wander the forest. With scars and without collars. The forest has become affectionate of them. Treating the strays well. The child, bored, searched for the strays near the stream, where they liked to hang out. Routine and patterns comforted the child. So when they saw the strange buff bird man by the stream, they gasped and stepped back.

That was new.

What's more bizarre is that the strays seem to be very fond of the bird man. (Who's drinking alcohol. Why alcohol, in the middle of the forest, he could die.) That wouldn't do at all. 

The child makes something of a chittering mewl and all the strays turn their heads instantly. The strays leave the strange man and trot on over to the child, rubbing against the child's legs before disappearing within the brush. The child stares at the bird man, daring for him to move. When the last cat passes them, the child simply turns around and leaves. The forest closing behind them.

Though Tekuka didn't understand how the Forestchild was in danger, he sensed that something was wrong. He didn't know if it was a glitch in his power system, or if it was that 'compassion' ability that his friend Marun mentioned occasionally, which allowed people to connect with other people and understand them... Whatever it was, he understood that they were in some sort of danger.
       If his internal systems hadn't been malfunctioning due to the presence of the odd person, he might have known what the danger was. What was it about the kid that made his cyborg components short out?
      "Please, I don't want to hurt you," Tekuka said. His vision blurred. "I... I know what it's like for people to want to study you and hurt you. Please come with me. I promise I won't bring you... to any humans."
       He reached out to the Forestchild, but his technological components had been disrupted too much by the child's aura.
       I'm... sorry. I wish I could help you, but... I just feel... unfocused... tired... am I... shutting down?

Tekuka rested on the sidewalk and clutched his side. His many wounds, which never seemed to heal, spilled tiny gears. He wasn't a mechanic. Gods, he needed a mechanic.
         His body, usually supernaturally strong, was weak and burning with dull pain. He took in a sharp breath. He felt as if his lungs would explode.
         "It's... because I used too much energy... again," he mumbled frantically to himself. He attempted to stand up, but the gears in his body wouldn't turn. "I wish... someone... would fix me..."

She was doing her rounds, paying as much attention to the streets below as a sleep-deprived vigilante could. She moved swiftly across the low rooftops and balconies, before finally catching a man bundled up on the concrete below the shaft she perched on. Behind him, little gears leaked behind him like blood.

Shrike didn't hesitate. She swooped down from the shaft and settled into a crouch beside Tekuka. She hovered a hand over his injury, before carefully placing her palm flat atop the wound. She wasn't unfamiliar with androids or cyborgs or anything of the sort, but she wasn't skilled when it came to taking care of them. She knew someone who might be, wherever the sparkly asshole was now.

She spoke promptly, seriously, hooking her arm underneath Tekuka's backside. "I do not know how to do that. No, no." she muttered, "But, I will find you someone... You are a bot, yes? Funny that you things even get hurt, I think." She forced a bit of laughter as she lifted Tekuka up, draping his unoccupied arm over her shoulder as support. "But, yes! Yes, I will get you somewhere nice. There is no need to worry, bot man."

Falling off a roof always sucked. Especially when in costume, though, because then things like this happened. Her cape and belt both got caught on the curve of a streetlight. Poor design of her costume, she guessed, but it still sucked. She dangled, every now and then kicking outward, but to no avail at coming loose. She lost her smile. She looked pained.

Until the passerby... passed by. Her squirming intensified, and out of some hope she would be helped, a determined but still strained grin crossed onto her face.

"Hello! You there! Please-- I just need to... I just need to get down! I will pay you! I will give you..." She thought for a moment. She didn't want to share her pickles, or her stuffed animals. "I can... I can give you money for the cinema! Just tell me what you want to watch and, uh... Yes! Help me down!"

follow-up time boys...

my reply is... long. oops. so I'm gonna chuck it in the spoilers box so my post isn't a monster length haha-

Smithson spat at the ground while glaring up at a thief, who had just so happened to conveniently snatch his bag when the former was unaware. Being the stick that he was, there was no way in absolute hell that he'd be able to take said satchel back even if he was taller; Smithson was just too weak to actually put up a fight, and it was clear as the other party leaned into his face.

"Listen, mister," the individual, only distinguishable due to wearing a bat mask, hissed sourly, "I know that for years on end, you've done nothing but lounge in the high life while you leave people like myself to starve to death. You have no compassion, do you? How about you give me a portion of what you have, so that I can feed myself? It won't hurt you a single bit, except maybe your ego. But you really do need to step it down a notch... Or two... Or all of them." The masked person laughed while leaning back slightly, then pulled out a knife. "Don't worry too much about the knife, by the way. I won't use it on you if you cough up the money..."

Backed into the dead end part of the alleyway, Smithson sighed and crossed his arms before asking, "So, what happens if I don't give you anything?" He kicked at the ground, making sure to stir up some dust; however, said dust appeared to have no effect thanks to the mask blocking it. The individual cackled almost gleefully when the dust settled, then approached him again - this time with the dagger hovering just inches from his face.

"You know what happens" was merely the reply, leaving Smithson's stomach to drop to the lowest it had been in... Years, probably. His hands scrambled around the base of his coat, before realizing that his money was probably in his bag. And guess who had his bag?

He pointed at the bag and commented with a shaky voice, "You... You do realize that my money is probably in the bag, right? I have absolutely nothing in my coat. Unless you just want an excuse to stain that blade of yours-"

"Precisely, actually. I know you're being insincere if I just take the money. But if you're gone, then..." The words became muted to Smithson as blood rushed in his ears. Well, this was it. A catch-22 had been made, and by goodness did he hate being trapped in it! He supposed that in a way, he was going to die as he lived: bitter to the very end.

Suddenly, out of nowhere (as if a deux ex-machina had rolled in), the usually quiet man started frantically shouting to the outside of the alleyway, "Hey! Anyone! Help me! A life is at stake, and it's certainly mine! I'll give you some money or... Something if you help! Just... Act fast! It's a very, very time-sensitive situation! You'll see what I mean when you get there!" The outburst was enough to stun the individual for a few seconds, but that status was definitely not going to last long.

follow-up to the post below, as per usual hehe-

For a moment it felt as though hope was lost, and then a sound much like a wobbling sheet of metal rang out, and a hole opened in the ground. No sooner had it appeared than a superhero followed suit. Portia sprang to action with a swift grace she'd had to learn pretty quickly in these life-or death situations, kicking the assailant in the solar plexus. A swift follow-up sweeping of the legs sent them tumbling to the ground. "Hey, I'm Portia." She greeted Aichi with an outstretched hand. "Let's get you somewhere safe, you're lucky that message you sent me was enough to pinpoint your location!" 

She gave one more swift kick to Aichi's assailant, then opened a new portal and guided him through, bringing him into an open room in a community center a few blocks away. "You'll be much safer here, wouldn't want any muggers to get that pretty necklace you've got." She smiled, her visor hiding her full expression. "Anything else I can do for you, you just gotta ask." With a brief wave, she then opened another portal; gone again as fast as she appeared. 

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"GAH!" Portia cringed as her portal bracer began to crackle and spark. This wasn't good at all, it likely was unusable in this state.

She'd heard about these thugs lately who'd been stealing credit card information. In retrospect it would have been obvious that they were super hackers, but she'd been so focused on saving people that she'd been completely blindsided. She staggered backward, pressing up against the wall of the thug's hideout, cornered by the ringleader. She'd made dent in their operation, for sure, but she hadn't been able to take them out. 

Was this the end of her career?

Angel emerged from the darkness and howled a roar of fury before savagely beating the guards with bare fists and swift kicks. Blood swirled around the vicinity like a whirlwind as he continued fighting the guards. The thugs weapons barely hit him or did any damage. He was a true berserker. An anomaly. Something that shouldn't exist at all. 

Suddenly, a sniper shot pierced Angel's arm, destroying the tendons and bone within. The sniper smirked for a second before Angel glared at him, staring deep into his soul. Dread filled him. He wasn't going to get off that easy. 

The hedgehog ran towards the sniper with the divine grace of a tempest, closing the distance rapidly between them. His arm slowly healed. Dozens of shots rang out before a sickening crack was heard and echoed across the large room. Angel stood up, with even more livid bloodlust. The sniper laid there, with his head snapped 180 degrees. Suddenly, more thugs appeared. Angel fought through them but there seemed to be no end. He can only fight for so long until he would succumb to his wounds. His vision reddened and he fought on, determined to purely rip apart this scum that he deemed worthless to society and himself.

Portia looked on with a hint of fear, feeling glad that she wasn't the one on the receiving end of his sharp claws.

The ringleader started to run away and enter his car outside, a Black Hummer. Without warning, the car flew against a building and collided with a window, with enough force to smash a boulder. The car dropped with a loud thud and tumbled over.

The ringleader slowly turned their head to meet his attacker. She laughed at the sight of Angel. "Did you actually think I was going to go down that easy?" proudly exclaimed the hedgehog.