Downtown Rumble (Open Battle

This battle has been effectively engineered by myself and Destiny. However, whether or not it is a one-on-one is completely up to other RPers.
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Setting: New York City. The battle will kick off in Times Square, and will be free to move about the city from there.

Character Limitations: All characters put into this battle should be human. They may have special powers/magic-like abilities and weapons; but all must be as such in a manner that is reasonably legitimate (preferably no firearms). In other words, summoning some crazy ars demon from the pits of Hell will not be tolerated. Powers are to be limited to manipulation of matter and energy as per Earthly standards. If you're going to utilize an "element" (ie - air, earth, fire, water), try to contain yourself to the use of one of them. After all, one of them can do a lot of damage, if explained and played the right way.
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My Characters Sheet (use this as an example).

Name: Cassandra Adaril
Gender: Obviously Female
Age: 20

Power:

Electrical/Magnetic Manipulation - Cassandra is able to manipulate the various stems and forces linked to electromagnetc energy/force. In effect, she is able to generate and manipulate electrical discharges and pulses of various degrees of power, ranging from small static shocks, to bolts of lightning (the later of which unfortunately takes charge periods) both through air based particles, or otherwise, directly off her own body. She is able to alter the electromagnetic fields around objects, most efficiently metals and ores, though has been known to be able to produce sufficient alterations so as to make use of magnetic pressure to successfully achieve levitation. She seems to be capable of using this control to generate forcefields sufficient to ward off light matter and energy based projections.
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Weapon:

"Shockwhip" - This weapon is designed similarly to any whip, being made from a flexible weave of tough cords. The whip spans a rough six feet in length, with a stiff handle measuring about a foot. The whip is constructed of a material that acts in a similar manner to an electrical wire, allowing charges to be channeled through it.

((So basically, these are the necessities for the battle. Personality will be achieved throughout the battle, and appearances can be covered in the first post or two)).
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You may have the first post.

 

Downtown New York City... It was a massive place, crowded to the brim with anxious people going about a countless number of tasks and errands. After all, there was so much that either had to be done, or otherwise could be done if the mood struck someone. The businessmen and businesswomen had their companies to oversee, even in the last hours of daylight, lest the economic giant cease to draw breath. Tourists and thrillseeking locals alike flooded in and out of shops and restaurants deep into the night. And of course, as large a city it was, the law enforcement riddled its way about every corner of it like clockwork...

It's all just part of the game. As Cassandra watched the scenes of the metropolis lifestyle pass by the cab window, she couldn't help but smirk. She had thought long and hard about her performance that would take place on that very stage. Everyone who bothered to pay attention would be sure to watch her, and those who cared enough would certainly be impressed. These ARE city folk though, she reminded herself. Despite that fact, she thought ahead to it with high hopes. Sure, city dwellers were accustomed to weird things happening, but she... she was something different than the normal weird.

The cab continued its drive, carrying Cassie through the city for several minutes; it had been for about an hour already, as Cassie had given the driver no more than the instruction of finding her a place with a good crowd. Finally, the cab came to a halt along a stretch of city street packed with life, and overlooked by a massive TV screen mounted onto the outside of a building. At this time of the day, the later hours of the evening, it was particularly wondrous, lights shining like stars wherever one might look. "It's magnificent," Cassie exclaimed, just loud enough for the cab driver to hear.

"It certainly is, ma'am," the driver said in a gruff but friendly tone that was both uncommon and surprising coming from such a person; the wonders being able to pay people off worked. "Times Square is a perfect place to be if you want your act to get some streetside attention. I just hope, for your sake, that you've got something big. People here have seen just about everything out of a street act.

"Oh. I'm sure I can get a bit of cheer out of them," Cassie replied, giving the driver a cunning smile. She wrapped a firm and arond the handle of a small briefcase, and swiftly slide herself out of the cab. "The advance payment is enough to cover this, correct?"

"I'd say it should be," the cab driver said before departing.

"That was nice of him," she said as the cab drove away. She walked a short distance, finding a cleared out section of sidewalk, and dropped her suitcase to the ground. Kneeling down next to it, she clicked it open, and removed its contents: a single coil of cord bearing semblane to a whip. Still kneeling, she removed the coat she had been wearing, unveiling the full extent of a "costume" she had prepared for the particular occassion. It was nothing too drastic, and in fact, far from showy; nothing more than a light, neoprene suit, having a look to it that gave it the distant appearance of leather. Most of her body was clothed in this suit, her head and hands being exposed. The last thing she did in preparations was tie her bleached blond hair back into a tight bun.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she called to the passerbys, some who took a passing glance at her only to move on with disinterest. Seeing the need to start with a display, Cassie let off a charge of electricity, similar to the display of a plasma ball, dispersing from her very finger tips. "Please, stop, and behold, the amazing Valkyrie!"

 

For all intents and purposes, Cassie's act was going all too well. From the first instance of her power display, she had the attention of a small group of passerby. Just as she had predicted, even the city-hardened men and women had a lot to find in her; she was set apart from the other street performers in that her act was real, which could only serve as an advantage. She knew that her time in the limelight here would only last for so long, but that was of no concern to her in that moment. Once she had dried up her own worth in New York, she could move on to another city, where no one would have seen her, though hopefully, heard of her.

She spent nearly half an hour entertaining the crowd with the standard "lightning fingers" trick. This trick, all the ones she had up her sleeve, boasted the least lifespan when it came to keeping peoples' attention. She could personally spend hours shooting electricity from her fingers up into the sky and still be in love with it, she really could. But that was only because she knew very well how real it was; with an audience, they could never buy the true nature of her abilities without a fuller display that left them in zero disbelief.

Silent, and brooding, she smiled at her captive audience. With a slow, graceful motion, she drew her hands in towards her chest, pulling the cackling charged streams along. For a few seconds, she held the energy in an orb between her hands in front of her chest. With another smile, and wink, aimed randomly at a young man who had just joined with the audience, she pulled her hands apart with a tearing force, dispersing the energy. The small electrical bolts flew off to either side of her, darting between the spectators. The display was quick to cause panic, though the majority of it grudgingly subsided to more excitement when everyone realized that no one had been hurt.

"Sorry. Sorry," she said in a reassuring tone. "It's all part of the show."

 

((Darian is alright. Roaringflames, we're actually trying to go for a more Earth-based system in terms of what our characters' powers entail)).

"I think this show is over."

Cassie threw the young man a sharp glare, not of anger, but of amusement. Were she not as rounded of a performer as she was, she might have been pushed to anger with such an intrusion. But as it was, she WAS seasoned in her performing, and knew more than well how to deal with hecklers and intruders. After a second of glaring, she softened her stare, and gave the young man a friendly smile. "Oh!" she said, keeping her output to the audience's interests. "On the contrary, my good sir! This show is just getting started. The Amazing Valkyrie still has a wealth of tricks up her sleeve." Turning away from the man, she faced the rest of her audience. "The show," she stated, "WILL go on!"

 

((AnTi is all set. Roaring, just change your weapon, and you'll be good)).

 

Ever since the first sounding of his voice, Cassie had drawn up her initial picture of the man. At first, she had seen him as nothing more than a displeased spectator. He might have even been a heckler wannabe; it wouldn't have been the first time someone had cut her short in mid-performance. But then again, normally a heckler would be more fun to engage, and they would never have blatantly asserted her show to be over anyways. So she pinned him as a killjoy, if anything, and was fittingly displeased with his handling of the situation. She could only watch in frustration as the crowd gave into his strong words and dispersed back unto the streets.

"Art," Cassie exclaimed, "needs no license to flourish! The right to expression and show in a world such as ours can't be enforced by a slab of plastic, or a sheet of paper!" She sauntered up close to the man, maintaining a sharp contact between her eyes and his. She could see he wasn't impressed by her performance, and probably wasn't much more impressed by her explanation. She didn't care much about the crowds that had been lost to her thanks to his intervention; they had become old news in naught but a few seconds. What really mattered in the then and there was exacting her payback at him for cutting into her stage time. "And my tricks," she added on, raising her right hand to head level, "are magic. And a good magician NEVER reveals their secrets."

At the end of her sentence, she threw her raised hand forward in a whipping motion. A small dose of electricity shot forward from the tips of her fingers, shooting towards the young man's chest. The distance between them was small, owing to the compacted gathering in which Cassie had been showing off. A full grown man, of course, would have no challenge in resisting such a basic maneuver. He'd be distracted at best, but that would be more than enough for what Cassie needed to do. Backtracking towards her suitcase, she bent over, scooping up a rolled up weave of thick cords, and bore it before the man as a whip. "Won't you have this dance?"