BaldurAnthology

Siobhan smiled, and demonstrated with her own power. "Well, that's not always an easy question to answer. It can be different for each individual, or the plasmid used. Personally I just focus my mind and sort of picture the end result of my manipulation in my head, and the plasmid takes care of the rest. You could try that, or since yours is Sonic Boom, try using it as an extension of your voice? Sort of project the sound in a blast that will knock them over."

Shiori took a deep breath, thinking to herself, Perhaps I can practice these on him. and nodded, assuming a loose stance in front of Jason. She had been taught a little hand to hand, but mostly enough to deal with bullies, or to break out of being restrained. She nodded, ready to learn. Greebo pulled out his sniper rifle and chambered a round. "Sure smoothskin. Let's go." His irritation was still there, and he would welcome a chance to shoot something to vent. "Oh, and if I start going a little.. funny, just give me a cuff upside the head. Not to hard or you'll hurt me, but enough to cause a solid whack."

Oh dear. I remember that... And now.. for something.. COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3pxdoQbXz1qc5uey.gif

A strange look came over Melody's face, and she drew the saber she wore at her belt, charging alongside Daniel. She beheaded 3 shamblers, (Walkers) and did a graceful pirouette, beheading several of the rotten buggers around her. She had a manic smile on her face, and she called out, "Come get me you sons of b*tches! You killed my family, and now you're gonna get to apologize in the afterlife! DIE!" Several of the walkers lurched towards her, only to be beheaded. After a few more moments, her manic rage calmed down, and she realized she was facing quite a large number of zombies. She sheathed her sword, who grumbled at the fact he was still bloody, and ran to the bus, saying to the other fighter, "Come on! Those russian mutants will turn you into one of them if they bite you man!"

Just a bit Baldur. :P Keeping an eye on this one. Try not to let the drama reach such high levels, please. It`s Bryce. We have spoken before? Anyway, of course. I wasn't intending this to turn to drama, all I had wanted was for the posts to be shorter, more direct, and reminded her not to control what other characters do. I didn't anticipate all this.. thisness. However, I will endeavor to control myself as best as possible.

Melody watched the woman jump out of the window, and figured it was due to Russian mind control. She made a hasty exit, and wandered half-dreamily for quite awhile. She found herself near some schoolyard or other, and saw someone ordering some tall tough guy around. She dreamily moved closer and allowed her hand to pass over his shoulders. She said in her quiet voice, "Peace man. Name's Melody. What's yours?"

well.. since Nintii used me as an excuse to leave even after I left the RP, I might as well return. Ignore Melody being near where she was, now she's over near Flipout's character. I might as well return, not gonna let this RP die due to stupidity. The veteran that is me is back. (Yes, I am full of myself, what of it? :P)

Actually, you know what? I don't think I'm gonna remain in this one. Although I like the show, the company here is a little... lacking. Enjoy what you have. It probably won't last. I say this from experience. Nintii, this is primarily because of you that I leave. Reason being, you control other people's characters in your posts, and tell me what I can and cannot think about your posts. Not happening. I leave whilst I still have control over my anger issues. Good evening.

Sandro had sort of dazed out, and snapped to attention when Jackson started talking to him. He rubbed his hand across his face and said, "Apparently they were Caesar's Legion, they're more of a threat in the Mojave than here, but they still managed to make a real nuisance of themselves, didn't they?" He looked askance at Jackson. "Shouldn't you be in bed smoothskin? Hold on, who's that?" Sandro leaned forwards, seeing someone moving on the perimeter monitors. It was a short man, stocky and muscular, with a shortened super sledge, and metal armor with a backpack. Sandro watched the stocky man walk around until he saw the gates, and then he heard the buzz on the intercom. Flipping on the microphone, Sandro queried, "Who are you, and what do you want smoothskin" The short stocky figure spoke in a heavy scottish sounding accent, saying, "Mah name is Byron, and all ah wants is tae have a place tae sleep the night away. Is there some way tha' ye can allow this?" Sandro figured one short man against their large group wouldn't be too much of a threat, and thumbed the button to remotely open the gate. The short man walked through, and started towards the main building, while Sandro closed the gate again. Soon enough, the doors of the tower opened, and the short stocky man in armor walked into the room. He nodded at the two at the desk and said, "Pleased tae meetcha, as said my name's Byron, Byron Thunderbeard at yer service. Ah can fix most machinery, ah can make basic explosives, and drink anyone under the table."

Greebo walked for several minutes before he was calm enough, then went to have a word with Shiori. The little girl looked at him slightly nervously, after all, she did just see him hit Jason, and yell a lot, but she wasn't scared of him. He grabbed an old folding chair, and sat down on it. He put his face in his hands for a moment, and said, "Sorry I yelled at you kid, but you really have to learn to think before speaking and drawing that gun of yours. One of these days, you're going to draw it, point it at the wrong person, and they're gonna get mad at you, and maybe try and hurt you. Can you try and do that?" Shiori nodded shyly, knowing the old ghoul was still stressed by the lack of his normal verbal tics and cheerful expression. Greebo stood and ruffled her hair, before taking a deep breath and going over to Jason. He stared out across the wastes, not looking at his friend, and said, "I think I owe you and apology my friend. I shouldn't have hit you, nor should I have implied that you were gonna hurt the kid." Greebo looked downcast. Shiori shyly walked over and gave the old ghoul a hug, hoping to cheer him up, giving him the most adorable smile she could muster trying to get him to smile too