#v;warrior

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@kildriia | starter call

Stepping forward, Jak flexes his fingers, limbering up for what he expected to be a tough fight. Ahead of him, at the distance of five or so metres was a short drop that led directly into the heart of a metal head nest taken over by the dark invaders towards the end of the last war for the city. From what he could remember of it during his stint as the Underground’s courier, it had been a popular spot.

“Wish this wasn’t our only opinion,” he’d say, pace slowing drastically as he neared the edge of the rooftop. And it wasn’t for lack of trying, either. The city’s guard had tried their best to dislodge the creatures, zapping and torching the eggs they had laid until they adapted to the threat levelled against them. And devoured an entire squad of soldiers in the process. 

Running low on options, Jak had eventually put forward an idea that wasn’t without significant risk. It would see him attempt to utilise his dark gift, transform for what he mercifully hoped would be a brief amount of time to discharge a dark eco blast right in the heart of the enemy’s camp. 

“Some will still survive.” It wasn’t so much a theory as a simple fact; even if he embraced the beast he wouldn’t be able to wipe them all out in one clean sweep. It is for this reason that he turns to Harper, imploring her to step in if he loses sight of their intended goal-- or even himself for that matter. “Be ready to light ‘em up if they do.”

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@rebellions-angel  | starter call

“Move!” He’s already running as he gives the order, diving straight at her as the dark marker locks onto their position, readying to fire. By the time that it does, Jak has made sure to place himself between Angel and the dark marker’s canons, shielding her as a swirl of dust rises to obscure the damage done.

The enemy’s attack lasts for a scarce amount of seconds, a steady stream of energy blast fire maintained throughout. On the onset, the odds do not appear to be in the young male’s favour, recklessly intervening when such wasn’t necessary with the tougher than nails warrior. Even so, he had acted instinctively-- and had a plan to keep them both safe from danger, to boot.

When the dust finally settles, that same plan can be seen in action; Jak’s entire form has become illuminated in blue tinged energy, affecting everything from his hair to his skin and even his cloths, both eyes turned blank and pupil-less. Keeping his hands wrapped around Angel, encapsulating them both is a barrier of white eco, cast to deflect the enemy’s fire and more importantly buy them some time. 

But how much that was, he didn’t know. Nor was he confident that he’d be able to repeat such a stunt any time soon.

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@queenula | starter call

Hand clutching the reins, he guides a leaper lizard the last few feet to present it before its owner, a merchant who sold fresh produce down by the shore. A rodent had managed to upset the animal enough that it bolted before either its owner or those nearby were able to intercept it, yearning for the freedom of the wastes that would rip the flesh from the creature’s bones if left exposed to its wrath. Fortunately, before the creature could make it past the city’s gates, a handful of wastelanders had worked together to corner and calm it, ending the dramatic turn in events.

Tugging gently on the piece of leather, one of the same wastelanders involved in the leaper’s capture hands the reins back to the merchant with a gruff “Here”, then nodded his head and turned to leave, his task complete. Such incidents were common enough for the blond that he didn’t mind pitching in if needed, helping the people of Spargus where possible. At least here his help wouldn’t have so many detractors; or at least ones that favoured voicing their opinions in the open, anyway. It was a way of life that he could see himself grow to enjoy and appreciate.

[heroatheart]

"Big booms are my specialty."

"I'm counting on it. We're gonna need all the firepower we have to break through that door." | @astrahero

[heroatheart]

He has encountered enough enemies in his short, two dozen years of life to become accomplished at recognising a potential threat on sight. The same holds true for this confrontation also, where Jak stood opposite a shield-wielding foe that did not resemble any creature or beast that he was familiar with.      “What do you want?” Not one to mince words, the blond dispenses with filler words to demand an answer from the armour wearing fowl immediately, as a hand is raised and extended behind his head, reaching for the grip of his morph gun.

@tsaolegacy​ 

[heroatheart]

😚

[nonverbal starters] | @kildriia​

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

The act of affection had come out of nowhere, bestowed upon him as though it was a reward for a deed he had not been aware of completing. Showing his age, Jak took a while to notice the kiss for what it was, at which point a rosy hue blemishes sallow cheeks. He had no experience with teenage dalliances in the ways of love, having spent his formative years either behind bars or saving the planet from dangerous threats. With peace being the current order of the day, he sought to make up for lost time.

Head turning to look Harper’s way, Jak offers a small smile, humbled by her kind act. Without realising what he was doing, a hand seeks out hers, intertwining their fingers together as they sat together in silence for a while, each one a hero in their own right.

“Thanks, for that.”

[heroatheart]

👩‍⚕️

[nonverbal starters] | @exkrimzonguard​

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

Passing in and out of consciousness, his eyes grow heavy as an array of expletives are yelled into his ear, demanding he stay alert. What had happened anyway? Trying to remember, his memories come to him in fragments, out of order. He remembered something about working with Jinx to take the fight to Errol’s KG Death Bots, all in an effort to claim back another area of the city taken from them as war once again broke out in Haven. 

Unable to think straight, he tries to sit up, only to be pushed back down again by strong hands, which forced the air from his lungs as he landed back on the ground. Letting out a groan to show that he was still with the other, he tried to speak, but ended up coughing. Hacking up a glob of blood which he spat on the floor, Jak tentatively tries to wipe his stained mouth clean with the back of a bandaged arm, gathering his thoughts together, eventually asking; “What happened here, Torn? Did we get ambushed again?”

[heroatheart]

😬 {from Aarbron}

[nonverbal starters] | @mxltiversalis [aarbron]

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

The presentation of nasty ivories is met with a likewise response; grey lips peel back to flash fangs that were heightened in his current, chaotic state. Consumed by the pollutant that was dark eco, a changed Jak snarls a warning at the creature before him, too far gone to tell friend and foe apart. Turned reactive in this calamitous state, Jak lumbers closer, arms hanging limply by his sides as jet black claws scratch at the ground. His posture, too, had seen a decline, with spine bent so far forward that he seemed to want to travel on all fours, rather than two shaky, unsteady feet.

As for what had triggered the wastelander’s change, that remained to be uncovered. What was known for now though was that here stood a boy, who had fallen prey to his own, terrible power-- whose very cries for help had become twisted and warped by the beast that wore a pale version of his own face.