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Byron Wade
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AzricanRepublic
So begins...
Byron Wade's Story
Byron Wade cocked his head backwards, satisfied with his most recent victory over the mechanical man. Globules of raw plasma still boiled from the gaping maw that had been created by the intense heats of the blast before Byron glanced to the side. The street-turned battlefield was still cluttered with vast amounts of rubble, and a car alarm off in the distance was blaring its loud howl once again. Hopefully this time it wouldn't get tossed into the bar, which Byron was unaware he was just meters away from until he noticed something rather peculiar attached to his routinely clean kept boots.
"Now ... what in the righteous fuck is that?" Byron inquired as he stooped down to one knee.
"Now ... what in the righteous fuck is that?" Byron inquired as he stooped down to one knee.
Byron Wade continued to stare intently at the small device mounted on his boot, within his own mind he was even counting down with the little robo-bug as it showed him the wonderful knowledge of mathematics. Byron was about to speak before he finally noticed the beeping light and put two and two together.
"Aww fuck -- " Byron shouted, throwing one arm back and quickly thrusting it forward to wrench the small thing from his boot. Half a second later, a blast wave resembling something akin to a sonic boom ripped through the street and shattered the windows of the bar and glasses throughout the establishment. Byron himself had disappeared, followed closely by the detonation of the small bomblet that had been attached to the Azrican only several seconds ago.
"Aww fuck -- " Byron shouted, throwing one arm back and quickly thrusting it forward to wrench the small thing from his boot. Half a second later, a blast wave resembling something akin to a sonic boom ripped through the street and shattered the windows of the bar and glasses throughout the establishment. Byron himself had disappeared, followed closely by the detonation of the small bomblet that had been attached to the Azrican only several seconds ago.
Byron Wade slammed into the wall with enough force to make the Juggernaut look like a bitch. The patrons of the bar would be blasted with a flurry of wind and and bang of sound as Byron exited the small jump upside down, connecting with one of the rear walls of the bar before slumping down onto his back and dangling his feet against the wall.
"What ... the ... fuck." Byron cursed harshly, looking forward to where some unfortunate prick had taken a full sonic blast straight to the face and had been sent into a table several meters away.
" ... Ow."
"What ... the ... fuck." Byron cursed harshly, looking forward to where some unfortunate prick had taken a full sonic blast straight to the face and had been sent into a table several meters away.
" ... Ow."
Byron Wade was thrown back into reality; his mind which had been clouded from his most recent 'throw-myself-into-a-wall' episode, was quickly thrust back into the present as another explosion rocked the bar. Byron himself was corrected by the rolling concussion and set right on his ass, spinning and rolling to the side as he fought to regain himself.
"That wasn't my fault -- I fucking swear." Byron gurgled before quickly standing erect; one hand sliced through a collection of rubble particles before he quickly focused on the point of the explosion.
"Who the fuck 're you -- Oh hell naw'." He muttered, the figure of the woman finally becoming evident to him.
"That wasn't my fault -- I fucking swear." Byron gurgled before quickly standing erect; one hand sliced through a collection of rubble particles before he quickly focused on the point of the explosion.
"Who the fuck 're you -- Oh hell naw'." He muttered, the figure of the woman finally becoming evident to him.
Byron Wade shook his head; his face contorted in an expression of anger, resentment, and a little bit of surprise. The sudden appearance what could be called a 'barrier' caused Byron to question what exactly was in that hot chocolate he had enjoyed before attacking that machine outside of the city. Tastes like Roofies.
"Oh fuck this shit." Byron remarked, one hand slicing downwards and colliding with the wood flooring of the bar. The impact created a deafening boom as Byron manufactured a deadly gravitational anomaly and sent it forward with a shattering expenditure of energy. A loud compression of air and space was created in the back blast of the attack sent toward the woman, which inadvertently shattered the barrier, displaying damn well that there wasn't much that could hold Byron back.
"Oh fuck this shit." Byron remarked, one hand slicing downwards and colliding with the wood flooring of the bar. The impact created a deafening boom as Byron manufactured a deadly gravitational anomaly and sent it forward with a shattering expenditure of energy. A loud compression of air and space was created in the back blast of the attack sent toward the woman, which inadvertently shattered the barrier, displaying damn well that there wasn't much that could hold Byron back.
Byron Wade shifted quickly, as the shot rang overhead and collided with the roof above him. Byron, in quick terms, was fucked if he didn't move that 6'4 ass of his like a man that had just knocked off a liquor store.
"Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." Byron muttered angrily before hauling himself to the side. Slamming through a table, the wooden structure quickly collapsed beneath the might of the Azrican as he rammed himself up onto his feet and leaned his arm into a straight arrow and took aim for the woman.
"Take a seat, bitch!" Byron shouted before unleashing a sonic compression capable of reaching out and slapping that woman with one bad pimp-hand.
"Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck." Byron muttered angrily before hauling himself to the side. Slamming through a table, the wooden structure quickly collapsed beneath the might of the Azrican as he rammed himself up onto his feet and leaned his arm into a straight arrow and took aim for the woman.
"Take a seat, bitch!" Byron shouted before unleashing a sonic compression capable of reaching out and slapping that woman with one bad pimp-hand.
Byron Wade shifted his arm upward once again, brandishing the limb like it was a lethal weapon -- which it fuckin' was -- and then letting it slant down to the side as Byron quickly stood up. The groaning of the bar's superstructure obviously a clear sign of Byron's destructive power. Even if it was boom-boom girl over there that had done most of it, Byron was more than ready to take the credit for all the loud noises.
"Alright woman, you're seriously starting to -- " He was taken aback as he finally realized what the woman was doing.
"Is ... that ... bitch ... cutting herself?"
"Alright woman, you're seriously starting to -- " He was taken aback as he finally realized what the woman was doing.
"Is ... that ... bitch ... cutting herself?"
Byron Wade would announce himself in the usual manner of the bulwarked Azrican -- in a split second the door would be smashed open, wood and ruined metal splintering into a hellish flurry of chips and shards before the Scatterran took his first step into the bar. Those who turned toward the bastard would notice the bombastic grin across his face; many would feel the radiance of insanity that came from the man's eyes as his outstretched arm dropped to his side.
"One stupid fuck -- two stupid fucks -- three stupid fucks -- " Byron mumbled to himself; his voice easily carrying throughout the tavern, Byron never being one for subtly. Until his eyes fell upon some man with a fancy belt talking to some other scab that looked more like a schoolboy than a 'king of vampires'.
" ... More stupid fucks."
"One stupid fuck -- two stupid fucks -- three stupid fucks -- " Byron mumbled to himself; his voice easily carrying throughout the tavern, Byron never being one for subtly. Until his eyes fell upon some man with a fancy belt talking to some other scab that looked more like a schoolboy than a 'king of vampires'.
" ... More stupid fucks."
Byron Wade released a hellish laugh as the first fist was thrown, however illegitimately initiated the fight was. Watching the 'vampire king' flee with his tail between his legs like a beaten dog; Byron stocked forward, those nearby would notice the globules of viscous plasma dripping from the open palms of the Azrik.
"Hey Go-Go-Gadget, you use bug spray on cockroaches like that insect." The Azrican barked before extending his arm and sending a searing beam of energy up towards the man in the rafters.
"Hey Go-Go-Gadget, you use bug spray on cockroaches like that insect." The Azrican barked before extending his arm and sending a searing beam of energy up towards the man in the rafters.
Byron Wade smirking, he simply spun his broad shoulders following the dog. Trailing a thin line of slicing energy from his hands, he would match the fleeing insect by centimeters before his wrist would flip to the side. As soon as he would have landed, the slicing effect of the energy could cut through the rafter behind him -- either forcing the man down to the ground for a fight, or simply dropping to the floor of the bar and dying on his knees.
"Come down 'nd give us a hug."
"Come down 'nd give us a hug."
Byron Wade grinning at the rats shiny, pointed stick, he simply cocked his head to the side and allowed the lego-man to talk.
"Nice sharpened twig ya' got there." He mocked; slinging his arms across his chest as the duo spoke to one another, he had never been a politician.
"Y'know ... there's a place in Hell for people that talk too much."
"Nice sharpened twig ya' got there." He mocked; slinging his arms across his chest as the duo spoke to one another, he had never been a politician.
"Y'know ... there's a place in Hell for people that talk too much."
Byron Wade allowed the lego-man to leap forward and place the first slash of the attack; the Azrik rolled his shoulders and let his arms slack in front of him before stretching his palms outward. That same amber hue of crackling energy spilling to the ground.
"Will you put that sword through his throat and shut him the fuck up!" He shouted before extending his arms and unleashing another condensed blast of energy toward them; disregarding his targets -- either friend or foe.
"Will you put that sword through his throat and shut him the fuck up!" He shouted before extending his arms and unleashing another condensed blast of energy toward them; disregarding his targets -- either friend or foe.
Byron Wade dropped his arms, revealing his brutish posture as his sandy-brown head trailed the fly into the rafters. A long grunt escaped the mans throat as his teeth dug into one another.
"Must be gettin' rotten with my aim ... " He said as he once again lifted his arms -- a collection of swirling energies would condense against his outstretched palms before unleashing another duo of blasts towards the insect. The staggered deliverance of the shocks would make them rather incapable of dodging.
"Must be gettin' rotten with my aim ... " He said as he once again lifted his arms -- a collection of swirling energies would condense against his outstretched palms before unleashing another duo of blasts towards the insect. The staggered deliverance of the shocks would make them rather incapable of dodging.
Byron Wade watching the man piggy-back off his own attack, he would release a hysteric laugh as he listened to the insect's final rights. Stepping forward several times, the Azrican cracked his neck by thrashing his head to the side.
"Blah blah blah blah ... " Byron remarked before crossing his arms once again and simply nodding to the man.
"I've never been one to let them walk away. To the depths of Hell with this one."
"Blah blah blah blah ... " Byron remarked before crossing his arms once again and simply nodding to the man.
"I've never been one to let them walk away. To the depths of Hell with this one."
Byron Wade frowning at the pity-party, Byron's arms fell to his side. Vaporous, glowing motes of ambient plasma dripping from the focal points in long trailing whips as he awaited the final punishment of the damned. A sadistic grin would break his face, obscuring his already intimidating features.
"I'll be sure to bury her right alongside you."
"I'll be sure to bury her right alongside you."
Byron Wade simply stepped back at the interference. Groaning in distaste, Bryon leveled his shoulders forward before glaring toward the woman whom stood to defy him.
"You best let the wolves eat, bitch." Byron remarked as he raised one hand, a wave of crackling pressure -- easily capable of shattering bone and flesh -- preparing to erupt from his palm.
"You best let the wolves eat, bitch." Byron remarked as he raised one hand, a wave of crackling pressure -- easily capable of shattering bone and flesh -- preparing to erupt from his palm.
Byron Wade flicked his head as the woman spat something about her inhumanity. In a split second his foot would collide with the ground and discharge the shockwave, capable of smashing any soft targets in it's path, toward the downed Vampiric-Rage and his defender.
"When the predator wants to feed, you best stand aside."
"When the predator wants to feed, you best stand aside."
Byron Wade grumbled as he watched the dogs flee from the field -- retreating through that same gaping hole he had created in the door several minutes before. Byron cursed beneath his breath before cracking his neck once again; his cumbersome hands dangled at his hips.
"Fast little rodents they all be."
"Fast little rodents they all be."
Byron Wade rolled his shoulders angrily; having prided himself on hardly ever letting an opponent escape, Byron would flash several harsh looks to any who were foolish enough to make eye contact. Turning his back toward the broken rafters that had fallen from his efforts, he would continue on his path toward the opened door of the bar.
Byron Wade forced his leg through the door once again, although it didn't splinter into pointy bits and broken metal like it had last night, he still felt contempt with the destruction he had caused the night prior. The Azrik coughing in resentment before sliding his torso sideways and entering the bar fairly rudely, knocking over a table and spilling a fair amount of some unknown patron's drinks in the process.