StrangerDanger
RETURN TO COMPETITIVE POKEMON ISLAND
Night 9.
There was a certain uneasiness. The Supervillains, who for some time had been the majority, had somehow let one of their own be lynched. Not to go against the tradition they had followed for over a week straight, they resigned their comrade, Phantasia, to his fate.
Floating down from their Eden, the two angels, looking very messy, appeared from the clouds. "Sorry guys", Gabriel said. "We were out partying."
A dazed and drunken Loki proved the point.
"So, whadda we got here? You?" he said, lazily pointing at Phantasia. "Can't we just kill the fucker? do we have to go through all the red tape?"
"Well, i suppose we have to. We can't let down the mafioso's more than we already have!" Gabriel said, summoning his Light Axe.
"fine, whatever..." Loki said disdainfully, brandishing his searing blade.
The stage was set...or so it seemed. Phantasia, hovering above the ground, looking very mighty, stood in front of two very weary and hungover angelic warriors.
"Fools! How dare you think you could take on the likes of me?!" Phantasia bellowed from behind a crimson mask. "You can't even control your weapons!" At this, Phantasia lifted his arms, generating some sort of disturbance....and on cue, Loki and Gabriel's weapons flew out of their hands and stuck to his body. "Try killing me now!"
"whoa. dude, thank you SO much. shit'll be a lot easier now." said and exasperated Loki.
"What, what do you mean? I have your weapons! You are powerless! Hahahahahahahaha--
Without another second to enjoy his triumph, Loki mumbled the words 'flame on!'
His blade erupted in flames, covering Phantasia in fire. As he ran around like a chicken with his head cut off, the heat burned through his armor, scathing his skin and eventually leaving nothing to his name but a pile of ashes. Phantasia was no more.
"What's Indiana Jones?"
Gabriel shrugged it off as they flew into the sky, promising to be on time in the morning.
At the time of his death, you saw Phantasia held an item--the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak. However, searching the ashes...you see no traces of the item. Where could it have gone...?
NIGHT 9 HAS FALLEN. THE NIGHT WILL LAST 48 HOURS, OR UNTILL ALL PM'S ARE SENT. THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR NOT SENDING PMS AT THIS POINT.
There was a certain uneasiness. The Supervillains, who for some time had been the majority, had somehow let one of their own be lynched. Not to go against the tradition they had followed for over a week straight, they resigned their comrade, Phantasia, to his fate.
Floating down from their Eden, the two angels, looking very messy, appeared from the clouds. "Sorry guys", Gabriel said. "We were out partying."
A dazed and drunken Loki proved the point.
"So, whadda we got here? You?" he said, lazily pointing at Phantasia. "Can't we just kill the fucker? do we have to go through all the red tape?"
"Well, i suppose we have to. We can't let down the mafioso's more than we already have!" Gabriel said, summoning his Light Axe.
"fine, whatever..." Loki said disdainfully, brandishing his searing blade.
The stage was set...or so it seemed. Phantasia, hovering above the ground, looking very mighty, stood in front of two very weary and hungover angelic warriors.
"Fools! How dare you think you could take on the likes of me?!" Phantasia bellowed from behind a crimson mask. "You can't even control your weapons!" At this, Phantasia lifted his arms, generating some sort of disturbance....and on cue, Loki and Gabriel's weapons flew out of their hands and stuck to his body. "Try killing me now!"
"whoa. dude, thank you SO much. shit'll be a lot easier now." said and exasperated Loki.
"What, what do you mean? I have your weapons! You are powerless! Hahahahahahahaha--
Without another second to enjoy his triumph, Loki mumbled the words 'flame on!'
His blade erupted in flames, covering Phantasia in fire. As he ran around like a chicken with his head cut off, the heat burned through his armor, scathing his skin and eventually leaving nothing to his name but a pile of ashes. Phantasia was no more.
"Is it just me, or is this kind of like that scene in Indiana Jones?" Loki said.StrangerDanger said:Attention Phantasia
You are Magneto.
You are allied with the Supervillains.
Once, long ago, you were a Polish Jew in the Holocaust, and you were buried alive in a pile of bodies, amidst the corpses of your own family. Back then, you were only a barcode, and a mound of flesh, but you saw hope--and you crawled out, and to safety.
That experience has stayed with you your long life, and has shaped your very actions. In your torment, you found yourself the wielder of a magnificent gift--to create and control magnetism. You, Erik Magnus Lehnsherr, had now become a Mutant. After surviving the purge of your people once before, you took up the cause to make sure it would never happen again. You fought oppression, and anti-mutant sentiments at every turn, no matter what the means, no matter what opposition.
You started The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants. You became the man with the iron mask, Magneto.
Now, to survive and lead your mutant brethren from eradication, you have taken arms with other villains to truly have things your way.
During the night, you may PM myself or Doomsday with the message 'Night X--magnetizing user.' That night, you will generate a magnetic field around that user, and should they hold an item, it will become attracted to you, and in the morning, it will become yours.
You also have another ability. Each night you may name a user. That night, you will generate a force field around them, making sure that should any theif try and steal that user's item, it will become stuck to their body and will be immovable.
Opposites attract. See to it that there are no opposites left.
You win if the Supervillains win.
"What's Indiana Jones?"
Gabriel shrugged it off as they flew into the sky, promising to be on time in the morning.
At the time of his death, you saw Phantasia held an item--the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak. However, searching the ashes...you see no traces of the item. Where could it have gone...?
NIGHT 9 HAS FALLEN. THE NIGHT WILL LAST 48 HOURS, OR UNTILL ALL PM'S ARE SENT. THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR NOT SENDING PMS AT THIS POINT.