RPG
Introduction
When August Rayne Smith opened her front door, she felt a tinge of dread. She already knew that her voicemail was going to be filled to the brim with messages from Hunter Olofson. She never should have given him her number. She put down her books on the kitchen table and called, “Charlie-bear?”
Olivia came first, poking her head around the doorway. “Ms. August, I didn’t know that you were home. I didn’t hear you come in…” Olivia was Charlie Smith’s caretaker and Charlie Smith was August’s brother. While August was at New York University, Charlie needed to be cared for, as he suffered from Asperger Syndrome. Charles’ suffering from an autism spectrum had made things difficult on August but their parents managed to leave them a substantial amount of money when they’d passed.
August and Charles’ parents died in 2008, while August was still attended Stuyvesant High School in New York. They’d been driving home from Albany with Charles when they were hit by a drunk driver in a pick-up truck. Both of them had been killed when their Chrysler was hurled into a pole. The car had impacted with so much force that the front of the automobile had been ripped off, her parents still inside. Charles had been fine….miraculously. They’d lived in Stuyvesant town then. August had never felt comfortable going much further so she and Charles moved not too far away on 110th Street, overlooking Central Park.
August smiled at Olivia. The Russian woman’s smile tore into August’s soul as it always had. She was such a wonderful old woman. She had been with them since before the tragedy. She loved August and Charles. She’d also made quite a bit of money for herself taking care of Charles while school was in session. Today was Friday though, and August would have her brother to herself.
August said, “I’ve picked up his prescription for his decongestant today. So you don’t have to worry about getting it and coming back. That way you’ll be off earlier…”
Olivia thanked August as she began to place things in a bag she had sitting on the kitchen table. August went to the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of Dole guava-flavored juice, opened it and began drinking from it. Olivia walked to the cabinets, withdrew a glass and walked over to August. When she took the carton, August said, “Olivia, come on man, I’m thirsty… Olivia…”
“Use a glass, please, Ms. August. Your brother is only sick now because you won’t stop drinking off of cartons and jugs.” Olivia poured juice into the glass and handed it to August. “Take it….”
“I don’t like glasses…”
“Take it, Ms. August…”
August reluctantly took the glass as Olivia placed the carton back into the fridge. August took a swig and Olivia said, “Okay, Ms. August, I will see you Monday morning…” Now, Olivia was rushing to gather her things. August turned down her brow questionably and giggled, “Olivia, what are you doing…?”
“Oh, Ms. August, I don’t mean to rush off,” she said as she placed her car cars between her teeth and past them she muttered, “Well actually, I do. But I don’t mean to be rude…”
“What’s going on? Are you being deported…again?”
Olivia shot a harsh look at August who smiled guardedly. “That was a misunderstanding, Ms. August. And you know that. But what is going on is the fact that I have a date tonight…”
“You, Olivia?” August asked, impressed.
“Yes, Ms. August, me. I have to get mine too, Ms. August…”
August laughed heartily and Olivia narrowed her eyes. “I don’t see you go on any dates, Ms. August,” she said as she made her way to the hall.
August followed Olivia as she headed for the door and August said, “I do have my dates. I spend my evenings with Charles. That is all I need.”
Olivia laughed sweetly and was out of the door, pulling it closed.
August turned away, releasing what Olivia had mentioned from her mind. She wanted to find Charles. He was probably in his play room. Indeed, he was. When August peeked into the room she smiled at Charles, who had his back to her. He was building another Lego structure. On some days it was all he would do; play with Legos and eat Bologna sandwiches. There was a plate next to him with crumbs on it. He had his sandwiches with no crust. “Charles,” August called, but he ignored her. He was building a Lego Eifel Tower. He had no plans, no Lego books and no magazines by National Geographic so she was never sure how he was able to build structures like this. He ignored her the next time she called his name. Instead of responding to what she was saying, he said, “Feel….Rainy…”
“It doesn’t feel like rain, Charles…”
“No, Rainy, feeeel…”
Then, there was a harsh bang at the door. Charles didn’t jump…but August had. She slowly made her way down the hall and turned, looking down toward the door. There was sharp, crude bang once again and she jumped, yelping a little. “Hello…” she said as she walked down the hall. There was another bang and a man with a deep, gritty, phlegmy voice said, “Open the door…”
August called out, “Who is it? Who are you…?”
“Just open the door…”
“No,” August said and leaned in toward the door when she got there, looking through the peephole. She jumped back when the hooded man banged on the door again. She shivered and said, “Don’t bang on the door. I’m not letting you in. I’ll call the cops…”
“They are of no-“ the man yelled and slammed into the door, “CONSEQUENCE! Let me in!” He hit the door again and it seemed to be knocked slight off of its hinges. He was breaking it. August backed away, reached around the kitchen doorway and grabbed the phone. Dialing quickly, she waited for someone to answer. She yelled into the phone that a man was breaking into the house and she jumped when the man slammed himself into the door again. She was hysterical and the woman on the phone with emergency services was giving her the run-around. “He’d breaking in right now! He’s ramming the door right now!”
The woman talked more and August became frustrated and threw the phone down the hallway. She was going to have to fight. She knew how. She’d taken a myriad of martial arts sense she was six years old. She was a second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do-but that was only in practice. She’d never used her skills before.
The man hit the door once more and cracked it. Then, he was in. He came straight at her, staring hatefully with eyes that appeared as black as night. There were no pupils, no iris, just swarming blackness. His face was scarred and wrinkled and when he grit his teeth, blackened, decayed teeth showed. He threw a furious punch at August’s head and she ducked beneath it, pressing both of her fists into the man’s belly with all her might. He was hurled away from her, back toward the door…but he only came forward once more. The hall was too small for his bulk. He tore into the wall to his right, August’s left, with a punch, and she was sprayed with debris but she leaned forward, under the blow, allowed his fist to slam into the wall to her right and she flipped her left leg up, slamming the bottom of her foot into the man’s face. She screamed, blood sprayed on the back of her head. She drew her leg back down, spread her arms for balance and used the momentum to swing her leg up, slamming her toes into the brute’s chin. He stepped back, blood spraying from his nose.
Then, the man tackled her. She’d not expected that. He was more powerful than she, bigger. He sat up, punched for her face but she moved her head and she felt his fist graze her ear, bruising cartilage. She screamed but Charles was saying, “Rainy….?” The man looked up to see Charles and August craned her neck back. She yelled, “Charles, run!”
The man looked down at August and shoved another punch in toward her face. She was able to dodge again but he raised his other fist. August shoved her knee between the man’s legs, ramming his testicles. The man roared in pain and August yelled herself, drawing her hands from beneath the man as he shifted. She shoved her hands into the man as hard as she could and he was knocked back onto his toes and heels. She shot forward, slamming her hands into his chest to push him back. He allowed her next blow to graze off of his right forearm and he swung down with his left. His weight came down on her again and she was tossed to the floor but she moved her head and his fist cracked the floor. She didn’t understand how he’d done this but she grabbed him, flipped him above her head and held on as he slammed into the floor, widening the spectrum of cracks he’d put in the floor. A human could not crack the floor of an apartment like this. August kicked her legs up above her head, flipped herself onto the man’s chest and slammed her knees into his. The floor buckled beneath his weight and her strength and she yelped as the floor gave way.
They were in the barren apartment below, it was being renovated. It was all concrete, wood and sheetrock. August coughed through the dust and realized she was still on top of the man. He realized it to. He grabbed her and hurled her above his head. She slammed into a wall, back-first and fell from it, to the floor. She cried out when she landed but the man was up. August scrambled to right herself and to get to her feet. He was too fast; he was going to hit her. Reflexively, she put her hands up in front of her face but she watched as the man’s arm slammed into an invisible wall of energy and shattered, flesh tearing away from muscle, muscle shredding and bones erupting from within this mangled, ragged mess of flesh and blood. August screamed and the wall behind her buckled away from her, shattering. Dust and debris from behind her showered behind her and around her. The scream resonated away from her as a burst of energy unlike any she’d believed could exist. The man was thrown away from her. His body spiraled away, his arms limply flailing at his sides, blood exploding from his body. He hit the ceiling, bounced off of it and slammed into the floor, sliding with a trail of blood.
August raised her hands, stared at them, shaking her head. What was happened to her? How was she capable of this? The man was getting to his feet but August would not let him come near her again. She screamed at him, the floor beneath her cracking as the man’s left arm was literally blown off. It flipped away from him, crashed through a window and fell away from the building. The man paid no mind to this as he made his way toward August again. Her body reacted once more, sending out a shockwave of energy. The man was hit in the chest, his shirt exploded away from his back, blood sprayed on the wall and windows behind him. He yelled and August yelled back. A burst of energy slammed into the man, throwing him out of the window. There was a crash, followed by screams and the blaring of car alarms.
August was released from her trance. Her ear was still ringing from being hit. Then, she realized that it was not just her ear…it was the phone upstairs. She walked toward the hole in the ceiling of the room and when she looked up, Charles was on the phone. She smiled at him as he looked down at her and said, “It is uncle Chip. Chip is on the phone, Rainy…”
Chip was a lieutenant with the police. At least someone would come. Be it the lack of adrenaline or simply because these innate abilities that lie dormant within August Rayne Smith understood that she was free of danger, but she took a deep breath and collapsed on the pile of rubble that had once been her hallway floor.
Olivia came first, poking her head around the doorway. “Ms. August, I didn’t know that you were home. I didn’t hear you come in…” Olivia was Charlie Smith’s caretaker and Charlie Smith was August’s brother. While August was at New York University, Charlie needed to be cared for, as he suffered from Asperger Syndrome. Charles’ suffering from an autism spectrum had made things difficult on August but their parents managed to leave them a substantial amount of money when they’d passed.
August and Charles’ parents died in 2008, while August was still attended Stuyvesant High School in New York. They’d been driving home from Albany with Charles when they were hit by a drunk driver in a pick-up truck. Both of them had been killed when their Chrysler was hurled into a pole. The car had impacted with so much force that the front of the automobile had been ripped off, her parents still inside. Charles had been fine….miraculously. They’d lived in Stuyvesant town then. August had never felt comfortable going much further so she and Charles moved not too far away on 110th Street, overlooking Central Park.
August smiled at Olivia. The Russian woman’s smile tore into August’s soul as it always had. She was such a wonderful old woman. She had been with them since before the tragedy. She loved August and Charles. She’d also made quite a bit of money for herself taking care of Charles while school was in session. Today was Friday though, and August would have her brother to herself.
August said, “I’ve picked up his prescription for his decongestant today. So you don’t have to worry about getting it and coming back. That way you’ll be off earlier…”
Olivia thanked August as she began to place things in a bag she had sitting on the kitchen table. August went to the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of Dole guava-flavored juice, opened it and began drinking from it. Olivia walked to the cabinets, withdrew a glass and walked over to August. When she took the carton, August said, “Olivia, come on man, I’m thirsty… Olivia…”
“Use a glass, please, Ms. August. Your brother is only sick now because you won’t stop drinking off of cartons and jugs.” Olivia poured juice into the glass and handed it to August. “Take it….”
“I don’t like glasses…”
“Take it, Ms. August…”
August reluctantly took the glass as Olivia placed the carton back into the fridge. August took a swig and Olivia said, “Okay, Ms. August, I will see you Monday morning…” Now, Olivia was rushing to gather her things. August turned down her brow questionably and giggled, “Olivia, what are you doing…?”
“Oh, Ms. August, I don’t mean to rush off,” she said as she placed her car cars between her teeth and past them she muttered, “Well actually, I do. But I don’t mean to be rude…”
“What’s going on? Are you being deported…again?”
Olivia shot a harsh look at August who smiled guardedly. “That was a misunderstanding, Ms. August. And you know that. But what is going on is the fact that I have a date tonight…”
“You, Olivia?” August asked, impressed.
“Yes, Ms. August, me. I have to get mine too, Ms. August…”
August laughed heartily and Olivia narrowed her eyes. “I don’t see you go on any dates, Ms. August,” she said as she made her way to the hall.
August followed Olivia as she headed for the door and August said, “I do have my dates. I spend my evenings with Charles. That is all I need.”
Olivia laughed sweetly and was out of the door, pulling it closed.
August turned away, releasing what Olivia had mentioned from her mind. She wanted to find Charles. He was probably in his play room. Indeed, he was. When August peeked into the room she smiled at Charles, who had his back to her. He was building another Lego structure. On some days it was all he would do; play with Legos and eat Bologna sandwiches. There was a plate next to him with crumbs on it. He had his sandwiches with no crust. “Charles,” August called, but he ignored her. He was building a Lego Eifel Tower. He had no plans, no Lego books and no magazines by National Geographic so she was never sure how he was able to build structures like this. He ignored her the next time she called his name. Instead of responding to what she was saying, he said, “Feel….Rainy…”
“It doesn’t feel like rain, Charles…”
“No, Rainy, feeeel…”
Then, there was a harsh bang at the door. Charles didn’t jump…but August had. She slowly made her way down the hall and turned, looking down toward the door. There was sharp, crude bang once again and she jumped, yelping a little. “Hello…” she said as she walked down the hall. There was another bang and a man with a deep, gritty, phlegmy voice said, “Open the door…”
August called out, “Who is it? Who are you…?”
“Just open the door…”
“No,” August said and leaned in toward the door when she got there, looking through the peephole. She jumped back when the hooded man banged on the door again. She shivered and said, “Don’t bang on the door. I’m not letting you in. I’ll call the cops…”
“They are of no-“ the man yelled and slammed into the door, “CONSEQUENCE! Let me in!” He hit the door again and it seemed to be knocked slight off of its hinges. He was breaking it. August backed away, reached around the kitchen doorway and grabbed the phone. Dialing quickly, she waited for someone to answer. She yelled into the phone that a man was breaking into the house and she jumped when the man slammed himself into the door again. She was hysterical and the woman on the phone with emergency services was giving her the run-around. “He’d breaking in right now! He’s ramming the door right now!”
The woman talked more and August became frustrated and threw the phone down the hallway. She was going to have to fight. She knew how. She’d taken a myriad of martial arts sense she was six years old. She was a second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do-but that was only in practice. She’d never used her skills before.
The man hit the door once more and cracked it. Then, he was in. He came straight at her, staring hatefully with eyes that appeared as black as night. There were no pupils, no iris, just swarming blackness. His face was scarred and wrinkled and when he grit his teeth, blackened, decayed teeth showed. He threw a furious punch at August’s head and she ducked beneath it, pressing both of her fists into the man’s belly with all her might. He was hurled away from her, back toward the door…but he only came forward once more. The hall was too small for his bulk. He tore into the wall to his right, August’s left, with a punch, and she was sprayed with debris but she leaned forward, under the blow, allowed his fist to slam into the wall to her right and she flipped her left leg up, slamming the bottom of her foot into the man’s face. She screamed, blood sprayed on the back of her head. She drew her leg back down, spread her arms for balance and used the momentum to swing her leg up, slamming her toes into the brute’s chin. He stepped back, blood spraying from his nose.
Then, the man tackled her. She’d not expected that. He was more powerful than she, bigger. He sat up, punched for her face but she moved her head and she felt his fist graze her ear, bruising cartilage. She screamed but Charles was saying, “Rainy….?” The man looked up to see Charles and August craned her neck back. She yelled, “Charles, run!”
The man looked down at August and shoved another punch in toward her face. She was able to dodge again but he raised his other fist. August shoved her knee between the man’s legs, ramming his testicles. The man roared in pain and August yelled herself, drawing her hands from beneath the man as he shifted. She shoved her hands into the man as hard as she could and he was knocked back onto his toes and heels. She shot forward, slamming her hands into his chest to push him back. He allowed her next blow to graze off of his right forearm and he swung down with his left. His weight came down on her again and she was tossed to the floor but she moved her head and his fist cracked the floor. She didn’t understand how he’d done this but she grabbed him, flipped him above her head and held on as he slammed into the floor, widening the spectrum of cracks he’d put in the floor. A human could not crack the floor of an apartment like this. August kicked her legs up above her head, flipped herself onto the man’s chest and slammed her knees into his. The floor buckled beneath his weight and her strength and she yelped as the floor gave way.
They were in the barren apartment below, it was being renovated. It was all concrete, wood and sheetrock. August coughed through the dust and realized she was still on top of the man. He realized it to. He grabbed her and hurled her above his head. She slammed into a wall, back-first and fell from it, to the floor. She cried out when she landed but the man was up. August scrambled to right herself and to get to her feet. He was too fast; he was going to hit her. Reflexively, she put her hands up in front of her face but she watched as the man’s arm slammed into an invisible wall of energy and shattered, flesh tearing away from muscle, muscle shredding and bones erupting from within this mangled, ragged mess of flesh and blood. August screamed and the wall behind her buckled away from her, shattering. Dust and debris from behind her showered behind her and around her. The scream resonated away from her as a burst of energy unlike any she’d believed could exist. The man was thrown away from her. His body spiraled away, his arms limply flailing at his sides, blood exploding from his body. He hit the ceiling, bounced off of it and slammed into the floor, sliding with a trail of blood.
August raised her hands, stared at them, shaking her head. What was happened to her? How was she capable of this? The man was getting to his feet but August would not let him come near her again. She screamed at him, the floor beneath her cracking as the man’s left arm was literally blown off. It flipped away from him, crashed through a window and fell away from the building. The man paid no mind to this as he made his way toward August again. Her body reacted once more, sending out a shockwave of energy. The man was hit in the chest, his shirt exploded away from his back, blood sprayed on the wall and windows behind him. He yelled and August yelled back. A burst of energy slammed into the man, throwing him out of the window. There was a crash, followed by screams and the blaring of car alarms.
August was released from her trance. Her ear was still ringing from being hit. Then, she realized that it was not just her ear…it was the phone upstairs. She walked toward the hole in the ceiling of the room and when she looked up, Charles was on the phone. She smiled at him as he looked down at her and said, “It is uncle Chip. Chip is on the phone, Rainy…”
Chip was a lieutenant with the police. At least someone would come. Be it the lack of adrenaline or simply because these innate abilities that lie dormant within August Rayne Smith understood that she was free of danger, but she took a deep breath and collapsed on the pile of rubble that had once been her hallway floor.
Rules
There are very few rules to consider beyond the obvious; ix nay God-Modding, Over Powered Characters (I'll take care of that), picking fights with people and sex in threads.
Let's keep it clean, tidy and let's have some fun.
Your characters will not only be going through the storyline but as the enemies appear you will be fighting them in various areas of the world. Come on, destroy something. if you're in Tokyo, bring down Tokyo tower. if you're in London, get rid of Big Ben. Enemies will be introduced to you as you travel with the main characters, attempting to uncover the fate that has befallen your world and you will use your powers to do away with them. As GM, if your posting is poor, unimaginative and illiterate, then I will override the action and the enemy will utterly massacre you.
You will be following a storyline from a book that I am writing. If you would like more leeway on where you can go and what you can do, then this is not the game for you. This is about exploring our abilities as writers and playing a part in a tale so that we can enjoy the story but not sit in our dingy rooms, reading by ourselves beneath lent-ridden sodium-vapor lighting from lamps covered with lamp shades in need of a good dusting.
Physics apply here, regardless of the powers therein because in the novel, all of the powers have scientific backing. I don't want to get into that for the role play. If you want to know the scientific specifics then PM me and I will be glad to spill the beans. All you need to know is that each character's mitochondrial DNA has evolved and changed and has absorbed varying characteristics that allow them to change the type of energy that they produce.
Back to physics. It works. This is not Dragon Ball Z or Bleach. If that is what you want, then go find one of the hundreds of RPs based on those stories.
In power descriptions, there will be extraordinarily detailed listings of each powers attributes, weaknesses and growth patterns. As you play, you will learn that you abilities have their own niche and you will learn other effects of your powers. Don't deviate. If you want freedom with your powers then pick one that is listed as being widely expansive. Some of the powers are static as others grow to extreme levels of expansion.
-that doesn't mean slack in creativity. I still want to see some creativity because if you don't apply it you will die! You create crazy, fast-paced battles with these powers. Trust me, I'm writing the novel.
Don't be afraid to PM if you want some help with figuring out how to post creatively with your powers. Please don't be shy. I want everyone to have fun. Don't feel like asking for help means that you're not good at this. I'm always here to help.
Powers will be in a HUGE database in the OOC. When you go to create a character you will need to go to the OOC and choose your powers. Don't post there. PM me about the powers you want. I will add your name to the thread with those powers and that is that. One set of powers for one player. No doubles of powers. All of our DNA is different, our mitochondria is effected differently. Only twins can have closely related powers (as in one twin having fusion and one have fission) or something like that. This is FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE. If you get stuck with lacking powers or someone has what you have then I'm sorry. There is nothing I can do.
Don't skim over people's posts. Pay attention, read, enjoy. This is very important here. Enjoyment is always important but paying attention is important because there will be lots going on. Also, you will need to get out of the mindset of playing cliched anime characters or whatever you are accustomed to playing. Following a good writer's posts can aid you in understanding what's going on and how to use the powers you choose.
You are a human with extraordinary powers. How would you react to them as the person that you are now? How would you feel? Would you welcome these powers or would you hate them?
DO NOT CREATE A CHARACTER THAT FOUND OUT THEY HAD POWERS BECAUSE A BULLY PUNCHED THEM. I don't want to see powers that manifest because you hit puberty or your step dad hit you and tried to rape you or any of that shit! This is not a Marvel Comics RP and it sure as hell is not an anime RP. As I've said, there are plenty of them. If you create a character like that I WILL KNOW YOU OVERLOOKED THE RULES. These Aura and Edge powers do not work like that. After playing the RP, you will understand why they don't.
As you begin, you'll be given a setting and Partially Controllable Characters that you can use to form your initial story. If you want to start in a particular city or surrounding then let me know but I will attempt to place as many characters in the same places as I can in order to drive the story. I will be very active, playing in many cities as once. Everyone will meet up at some point and time. You may be advised to start in a certain place. Have fun but understand that your own tale will become that of the main character's at some time.
Remember that this is a skilled role play and that you will be quite active if you stick with this. You will be jumping from place to place as there are a lot of real world locations here. Some of the characters will be able to travel from New York to China just by thinking about it. If it is one of your abilities, then you will most likely use it. Think about that.
I have received a PM containing a very important and good question. A member of the site wanted to know how much character control there would be. I'm aiming for a lot of freedom. First off, I usually won't jump in with my two cents on a fight unless yours sucks. To be honest, if you are traveling, it's probably with an NPC and other characters from your city. All story lines will cross at some point but you can fight an enemy on your own, collaborate with other players for super bad-ass co-op attacks. But you must be fair. You must allow yourself to get hit in combat, shed some blood. If you need to, go read a good combat-based novel or two. This is more about the story unfolding and everyone being a part of it so your story matters. When you are introduced (which I will simply tell you where to start) you are to create character to surround yourself with. if you start in Prague, do some research, learn about the city. maybe you attended Charles University and you want to tell that story. Look at August Rayne Smith's opening story driven post. That is what they should look like. You can go to what school you want, have whatever job you want. honestly, you can create two characters, have them be lovers, both with powers with a child on the way. There are guidelines, that is true, but you are telling your tale. Now I don't expect or want to read a bunch of crappy emo stories about how your parents left you when you were six and you hate everyone...please create a real person. And not a bunch of angsty teenagers. Why the hell would they want to save the world. They wouldn't have the mindset to save the world. There are already children locked up that need our rescuing so no ten year olds shooting fire balls from their asses. There are the obvious rules but aside from those, all I ask is that you create a good, MATURE, enthralling tale that you would want to read in your spare time. The tale that the book is based on will be told in arcs as characters are drawn from their home towns and personal stories. As your powers manifest, Clairvoyants will sense your abilities awakening and come ofter you. Very few people know that they have these powers. Most of you that are starting out will be exploring, harnessing and learning to control your powers as your body changes, becomes more powerful, leaner, faster, naturally more muscular and energetic. Explore that as you post, creating a character before our eyes.
The most important rule is just be creative. Don't start this is you can't commit a human being as a character. There are enough twilight Rps, anime Rps and high school Rps for those of you that can't do this.
Anyway, hold on to the oh-shit bar, have some fun and take it slow as the world and the story develops.
Time to Create a Character: Copy the information below and when you open the character creation, paste it into the Description field. Create the information accordingly.
Power Lists
Next, find the Aura or Edge you desire. As long as there is no name on it then it is open. Copy the text, and paste it beneath the character traits. If you will use a picture as your description please use a real photograph. If you feel like an illustrated picture will better suit you then use one but I ask that you find a photo first. And avatars will be nice but not required. i don't care if you want to crop the head of a nude model, I'm an adult. Just take the boobs out because of the rules suggested on this site.
This is all based on reserving abilities and first come first serve so the order that characters are submitted in is the order that I will follow for allowing powers to be used. If someone grabbed one before you then I will NOT decline the character. I will ask you to edit it and change the Aura or Edge to another of your liking.
Name:
Nationality: Where were you born?
Race: Hispanic, Afro-Amer, Greek, Japanese, etc. (This has nothing to do with where you were born. You can be Japanese born in America or Greek born in France. This is the real world…)
Birth Date: Please be of a proper age where you would be mature enough to save the world. This is not an anime.
Career or Schooling: What job/what school do you attend?
Current Home City: Refer to the Places Tab. You will always have one, even if it is because you attend school in this city. This should be different from your vacation city.
Vacation City: Are you on vacation? In what city are you? Refer to the Places Tab. (This will change how you interact with the rest of the characters. If you aren’t on vacation then put none.)
Alignment: Would you use your powers for good, malice or are you neutral? (The course suggested by this answer may never be taken. You never know what will happen…)
Ability:
*Somewhat out of my control, this RP is the most active on the weekends. There are a few players that post regularly during weekdays but the most activity takes place on the weekends. That is the going trend and I've gone through the posts in order to confirm the time between posts. On the weekends, posts may have less than ten minutes between them. Some of the weekday posts can have up to two days between them in certain places. Just forewarning. Remember, I will be able to reply to posts any day (I can check at work) and any time.*
Let's keep it clean, tidy and let's have some fun.
Your characters will not only be going through the storyline but as the enemies appear you will be fighting them in various areas of the world. Come on, destroy something. if you're in Tokyo, bring down Tokyo tower. if you're in London, get rid of Big Ben. Enemies will be introduced to you as you travel with the main characters, attempting to uncover the fate that has befallen your world and you will use your powers to do away with them. As GM, if your posting is poor, unimaginative and illiterate, then I will override the action and the enemy will utterly massacre you.
You will be following a storyline from a book that I am writing. If you would like more leeway on where you can go and what you can do, then this is not the game for you. This is about exploring our abilities as writers and playing a part in a tale so that we can enjoy the story but not sit in our dingy rooms, reading by ourselves beneath lent-ridden sodium-vapor lighting from lamps covered with lamp shades in need of a good dusting.
Physics apply here, regardless of the powers therein because in the novel, all of the powers have scientific backing. I don't want to get into that for the role play. If you want to know the scientific specifics then PM me and I will be glad to spill the beans. All you need to know is that each character's mitochondrial DNA has evolved and changed and has absorbed varying characteristics that allow them to change the type of energy that they produce.
Back to physics. It works. This is not Dragon Ball Z or Bleach. If that is what you want, then go find one of the hundreds of RPs based on those stories.
In power descriptions, there will be extraordinarily detailed listings of each powers attributes, weaknesses and growth patterns. As you play, you will learn that you abilities have their own niche and you will learn other effects of your powers. Don't deviate. If you want freedom with your powers then pick one that is listed as being widely expansive. Some of the powers are static as others grow to extreme levels of expansion.
-that doesn't mean slack in creativity. I still want to see some creativity because if you don't apply it you will die! You create crazy, fast-paced battles with these powers. Trust me, I'm writing the novel.
Don't be afraid to PM if you want some help with figuring out how to post creatively with your powers. Please don't be shy. I want everyone to have fun. Don't feel like asking for help means that you're not good at this. I'm always here to help.
Powers will be in a HUGE database in the OOC. When you go to create a character you will need to go to the OOC and choose your powers. Don't post there. PM me about the powers you want. I will add your name to the thread with those powers and that is that. One set of powers for one player. No doubles of powers. All of our DNA is different, our mitochondria is effected differently. Only twins can have closely related powers (as in one twin having fusion and one have fission) or something like that. This is FIRST COME, FIRST SERVE. If you get stuck with lacking powers or someone has what you have then I'm sorry. There is nothing I can do.
Don't skim over people's posts. Pay attention, read, enjoy. This is very important here. Enjoyment is always important but paying attention is important because there will be lots going on. Also, you will need to get out of the mindset of playing cliched anime characters or whatever you are accustomed to playing. Following a good writer's posts can aid you in understanding what's going on and how to use the powers you choose.
You are a human with extraordinary powers. How would you react to them as the person that you are now? How would you feel? Would you welcome these powers or would you hate them?
DO NOT CREATE A CHARACTER THAT FOUND OUT THEY HAD POWERS BECAUSE A BULLY PUNCHED THEM. I don't want to see powers that manifest because you hit puberty or your step dad hit you and tried to rape you or any of that shit! This is not a Marvel Comics RP and it sure as hell is not an anime RP. As I've said, there are plenty of them. If you create a character like that I WILL KNOW YOU OVERLOOKED THE RULES. These Aura and Edge powers do not work like that. After playing the RP, you will understand why they don't.
As you begin, you'll be given a setting and Partially Controllable Characters that you can use to form your initial story. If you want to start in a particular city or surrounding then let me know but I will attempt to place as many characters in the same places as I can in order to drive the story. I will be very active, playing in many cities as once. Everyone will meet up at some point and time. You may be advised to start in a certain place. Have fun but understand that your own tale will become that of the main character's at some time.
Remember that this is a skilled role play and that you will be quite active if you stick with this. You will be jumping from place to place as there are a lot of real world locations here. Some of the characters will be able to travel from New York to China just by thinking about it. If it is one of your abilities, then you will most likely use it. Think about that.
I have received a PM containing a very important and good question. A member of the site wanted to know how much character control there would be. I'm aiming for a lot of freedom. First off, I usually won't jump in with my two cents on a fight unless yours sucks. To be honest, if you are traveling, it's probably with an NPC and other characters from your city. All story lines will cross at some point but you can fight an enemy on your own, collaborate with other players for super bad-ass co-op attacks. But you must be fair. You must allow yourself to get hit in combat, shed some blood. If you need to, go read a good combat-based novel or two. This is more about the story unfolding and everyone being a part of it so your story matters. When you are introduced (which I will simply tell you where to start) you are to create character to surround yourself with. if you start in Prague, do some research, learn about the city. maybe you attended Charles University and you want to tell that story. Look at August Rayne Smith's opening story driven post. That is what they should look like. You can go to what school you want, have whatever job you want. honestly, you can create two characters, have them be lovers, both with powers with a child on the way. There are guidelines, that is true, but you are telling your tale. Now I don't expect or want to read a bunch of crappy emo stories about how your parents left you when you were six and you hate everyone...please create a real person. And not a bunch of angsty teenagers. Why the hell would they want to save the world. They wouldn't have the mindset to save the world. There are already children locked up that need our rescuing so no ten year olds shooting fire balls from their asses. There are the obvious rules but aside from those, all I ask is that you create a good, MATURE, enthralling tale that you would want to read in your spare time. The tale that the book is based on will be told in arcs as characters are drawn from their home towns and personal stories. As your powers manifest, Clairvoyants will sense your abilities awakening and come ofter you. Very few people know that they have these powers. Most of you that are starting out will be exploring, harnessing and learning to control your powers as your body changes, becomes more powerful, leaner, faster, naturally more muscular and energetic. Explore that as you post, creating a character before our eyes.
The most important rule is just be creative. Don't start this is you can't commit a human being as a character. There are enough twilight Rps, anime Rps and high school Rps for those of you that can't do this.
Anyway, hold on to the oh-shit bar, have some fun and take it slow as the world and the story develops.
Time to Create a Character: Copy the information below and when you open the character creation, paste it into the Description field. Create the information accordingly.
Power Lists
Next, find the Aura or Edge you desire. As long as there is no name on it then it is open. Copy the text, and paste it beneath the character traits. If you will use a picture as your description please use a real photograph. If you feel like an illustrated picture will better suit you then use one but I ask that you find a photo first. And avatars will be nice but not required. i don't care if you want to crop the head of a nude model, I'm an adult. Just take the boobs out because of the rules suggested on this site.
This is all based on reserving abilities and first come first serve so the order that characters are submitted in is the order that I will follow for allowing powers to be used. If someone grabbed one before you then I will NOT decline the character. I will ask you to edit it and change the Aura or Edge to another of your liking.
Name:
Nationality: Where were you born?
Race: Hispanic, Afro-Amer, Greek, Japanese, etc. (This has nothing to do with where you were born. You can be Japanese born in America or Greek born in France. This is the real world…)
Birth Date: Please be of a proper age where you would be mature enough to save the world. This is not an anime.
Career or Schooling: What job/what school do you attend?
Current Home City: Refer to the Places Tab. You will always have one, even if it is because you attend school in this city. This should be different from your vacation city.
Vacation City: Are you on vacation? In what city are you? Refer to the Places Tab. (This will change how you interact with the rest of the characters. If you aren’t on vacation then put none.)
Alignment: Would you use your powers for good, malice or are you neutral? (The course suggested by this answer may never be taken. You never know what will happen…)
Ability:
*Somewhat out of my control, this RP is the most active on the weekends. There are a few players that post regularly during weekdays but the most activity takes place on the weekends. That is the going trend and I've gone through the posts in order to confirm the time between posts. On the weekends, posts may have less than ten minutes between them. Some of the weekday posts can have up to two days between them in certain places. Just forewarning. Remember, I will be able to reply to posts any day (I can check at work) and any time.*
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Places in Aura and Edge
13 postsEarth, 2012 A.D.
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3 postsNew York
New York City, New York. Manhattan to be exact. The city is in an uproar...and it is almost New Years.
12 postsTriBeCa
TriBeca: Manhattan, New York... Initial reports were of a small girl, perhaps seven years old, being seen hurling a taxi cab into a diner. It didn't make sense....but then, nothing did.
12 posts"The Crossroads of the World"
Times Square... This is where the end of the world begins....
7 postsNYPD 25th Precinct
August Rayne Smith's home is close by. Her uncle, Chip Smith, is stationed here as a lieutenant. He pulls some strings and as New York goes under, all suspicious parties are brought to him.
20 postsTokyo, Japan
Tokyo, Japan. Two men were seen fighting with unexplainable powers beneath Tokyo Tower. Things get a little heated when they bring the tower down upon Shiba Park, Minato.
4 postsTokyo Tower
Tokyo Tower-Shiba Park, Minato, Tokyo: When it comes down, it comes down hard.
2 postsSahara Desert
Only miles from Egypt, it is said that a man fell out of the sky ablaze. After his impact, the sand was turned to glass by an eruption of flames.
13 postsEgpyt (Cairo)
Cairo, Egpyt. Outside, the desert has been scorched. Some say a simple man landed in the sand and the resulting catastrophe was a result.
12 postsPrague, Czech Republic
This is the home of Charles University. The city is situated on the River Vltava, centered in the Bohemian Basin-but not for long...
0 postsQinhuangdao-Hebei Province, China
Shanhaiguan is a major cultural site in China. It is one of the major passes of the Great Wall of China.
0 postsCalifornia
Come on, it's Cali for crying out loud....
2 postsSan Diego, California
San Diego... How much can be said? This is actually a place that you can save. There are very few times when you have a choice in the matter...
6 postsBalboa Park, San Diego, California
Balboa Park is a 1,200-acre (490 ha) urban cultural park in San Diego, California. The Park is named after the Spanish maritime explorer Vasco Neunez de Balboa.
30 postsHoboken, New Jersey
Hoboken, New Jersey. A Haven for a short time.
0 postsFrance
Paris is torn to shreds and Marseille has been ravaged by unexplainable earthquakes. France is a proverbial Warzone...
93 postsParis, France
The Eiffel Tower has come down, war has been waged upon the Champ de Mars. It seems that is befitting of such a place...
0 postsChamp De Mars
War has been waged upon the Champ de Mars... That is fitting for the Field of the God of War...
15 postsThe Avenue des Champs-??lys??es
The Avenue des Champs-Elysees is a prestigious avenue in Paris, France. "The most beautiful Avenue in the world."
2 postsMarseille, France
Massive earthquakes have shaken this once beautiful city to pieces.
1 postsAoraki/Mount Cook, New Zealand
Aoraki / Mount Cook is the highest mountain in New Zealand, reaching a height of 3,754 meters (12,316 ft). It lies in the Southern Alps, the mountain range which runs the length of the South Island.
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Gallardo Lucerne Guidry
Gallardo’s alarm clock went at the same time that it had for about 14 years now. It had been going off for as long as his mom had been away on “business” trips, away from her family. In fact, his father was in Germany right now visiting Gallardo’s mother. He hardly thought about it anymore. Surely his sisters wouldn’t mention it. He rolled to the edge of his bed and sat up, scratching his head before he slipped on blue short, a gray Nike shirt and black, blue and gray Nike running shoes. He took a deep breath and lowered his head. Something just felt….wrong. His room was dark; the blinds drawn tight, sodium vapor-like light snuck into the room through the very small slits and seemed to explode onto the floor in one, neatly louvered row, stretching all of the way to his door. Small dust particles made a slow, lazy spinning dance in the light. It was a boring morning.
Gallardo up and went to the double doors and opened them, light exploding into the room. He narrowed his eyes to squint away from the sun and once they’d adjusted, the simply ran out onto the balcony, leapt over the railing and hit the sand below in a crouch. The surf was almost as loud as the gulls that day. It was a beautiful morning; boring but beautiful. He took off down the beach.
When Gallardo got home, Rebecca, his adoptive sister, was sitting on the main deck outside of the kitchen double doors. She was wearing nothing but a bikini, reading a book, a glass of tea in her right hand. It had gotten hot and Rebecca was cooling her neck with the glass. Ice and a mixture of tea and water had collected in an ugly brown at the bottom of the glass. She’d done more cooling than drinking it seemed. Gallardo couldn’t help but watch a trail of condensation rolling down her neck to her chest and down her cleavage. Rebecca looked up and he diverted his attention as she said, “What do you want, you little shit…?”
“Shut up, Becca. I can’t go a day without you giving me problems…?”
“What are sisters for?”
“Being bitches…” Gallardo said as he walked past Becca and walked into the house through the open sliding door. He quickly pulled it closed as the glass of tea came at him and hit the door. His other sister was sitting at the breakfast nook and as Gallardo laughed and went for a bagel, Mary said, “Are you and Becca at it again…?”
‘She threw tea at me, Leann, and I didn’t do anything…”
“I refuse to believe you didn’t…”
“I ain’t do shit…” Gallardo said and shoved his head and arm into the refrigerator.
Mary laughed and asked, “Gallardo, you ‘ain’t do shit’?”
“No, Mary, I didn’t. And if you need it cleared up; I didn’t do anything…”
“That’s better. You should stop watching VH1 if you’re going to start talking like that…”
There were no bagels.
Mary asked, “What would mom and dad say…?”
Gallardo smirked and said, “Dad would laugh at how ignorant that sounded and then toss a newspaper at me. Mom could give a shit less. She never did before, right.”
“Gallardo…” was all that Mary said before Gallardo walked out of the kitchen. “I’ve gotta get bagels,” he said, “I’m going to Clemson’s…”
Gallardo was jogging down the street when Rebecca and Mary pulled up beside him and matched his pace in a BMW 325i. Mary leaned over the side of the door and said, “Get in…we’ll take you to get bagels…”
“I’d rather be alone…”
“You shouldn’t,” Rebecca said, “you promised that you would go to Balboa Park with us…”
Gallardo, reluctantly, stopped running. He placed his hands on his hips and with an exasperated face, looked toward the clouds with a sigh and said, “Take me to the house so I can shower…”
*Continuing in Balboa Park
Gallardo’s alarm clock went at the same time that it had for about 14 years now. It had been going off for as long as his mom had been away on “business” trips, away from her family. In fact, his father was in Germany right now visiting Gallardo’s mother. He hardly thought about it anymore. Surely his sisters wouldn’t mention it. He rolled to the edge of his bed and sat up, scratching his head before he slipped on blue short, a gray Nike shirt and black, blue and gray Nike running shoes. He took a deep breath and lowered his head. Something just felt….wrong. His room was dark; the blinds drawn tight, sodium vapor-like light snuck into the room through the very small slits and seemed to explode onto the floor in one, neatly louvered row, stretching all of the way to his door. Small dust particles made a slow, lazy spinning dance in the light. It was a boring morning.
Gallardo up and went to the double doors and opened them, light exploding into the room. He narrowed his eyes to squint away from the sun and once they’d adjusted, the simply ran out onto the balcony, leapt over the railing and hit the sand below in a crouch. The surf was almost as loud as the gulls that day. It was a beautiful morning; boring but beautiful. He took off down the beach.
When Gallardo got home, Rebecca, his adoptive sister, was sitting on the main deck outside of the kitchen double doors. She was wearing nothing but a bikini, reading a book, a glass of tea in her right hand. It had gotten hot and Rebecca was cooling her neck with the glass. Ice and a mixture of tea and water had collected in an ugly brown at the bottom of the glass. She’d done more cooling than drinking it seemed. Gallardo couldn’t help but watch a trail of condensation rolling down her neck to her chest and down her cleavage. Rebecca looked up and he diverted his attention as she said, “What do you want, you little shit…?”
“Shut up, Becca. I can’t go a day without you giving me problems…?”
“What are sisters for?”
“Being bitches…” Gallardo said as he walked past Becca and walked into the house through the open sliding door. He quickly pulled it closed as the glass of tea came at him and hit the door. His other sister was sitting at the breakfast nook and as Gallardo laughed and went for a bagel, Mary said, “Are you and Becca at it again…?”
‘She threw tea at me, Leann, and I didn’t do anything…”
“I refuse to believe you didn’t…”
“I ain’t do shit…” Gallardo said and shoved his head and arm into the refrigerator.
Mary laughed and asked, “Gallardo, you ‘ain’t do shit’?”
“No, Mary, I didn’t. And if you need it cleared up; I didn’t do anything…”
“That’s better. You should stop watching VH1 if you’re going to start talking like that…”
There were no bagels.
Mary asked, “What would mom and dad say…?”
Gallardo smirked and said, “Dad would laugh at how ignorant that sounded and then toss a newspaper at me. Mom could give a shit less. She never did before, right.”
“Gallardo…” was all that Mary said before Gallardo walked out of the kitchen. “I’ve gotta get bagels,” he said, “I’m going to Clemson’s…”
Gallardo was jogging down the street when Rebecca and Mary pulled up beside him and matched his pace in a BMW 325i. Mary leaned over the side of the door and said, “Get in…we’ll take you to get bagels…”
“I’d rather be alone…”
“You shouldn’t,” Rebecca said, “you promised that you would go to Balboa Park with us…”
Gallardo, reluctantly, stopped running. He placed his hands on his hips and with an exasperated face, looked toward the clouds with a sigh and said, “Take me to the house so I can shower…”
*Continuing in Balboa Park
OOC Notes
August Rayne Smith
When August Rayne Smith opened her front door, she felt a tinge of dread. She already knew that her voicemail was going to be filled to the brim with messages from Hunter Olofson. She never should have given him her number. She put down her books on the kitchen table and called, “Charlie-bear?”
Olivia came first, poking her head around the doorway. “Ms. August, I didn’t know that you were home. I didn’t hear you come in…” Olivia was Charlie Smith’s caretaker and Charlie Smith was August’s brother. While August was at New York University, Charlie needed to be cared for, as he suffered from Asperger Syndrome. Charles’ suffering from an autism spectrum had made things difficult on August but their parents managed to leave them a substantial amount of money when they’d passed.
August and Charles’ parents died in 2008, while August was still attended Stuyvesant High School in New York. They’d been driving home from Albany with Charles when they were hit by a drunk driver in a pick-up truck. Both of them had been killed when their Chrysler was hurled into a pole. The car had impacted with so much force that the front of the automobile had been ripped off, her parents still inside. Charles has been fine….miraculously. They’d lived in Stuyvesant town then. August had never felt comfortable going much further so she and Charles moved not too far away on 110th Street, overlooking Central Park.
August smiled at Olivia. The Russian woman’s smile tore into August’s soul as it always had. She was such a wonderful old woman. She had been with them since before the tragedy. She loved August and Charles. She’d also made quite a bit of money for herself taking care of Charles while school was in session. Today was Friday though, and August would have her brother to herself.
August said, “I’ve picked up his prescription for his decongestant today. So you don’t have to worry about getting it and coming back. That way you’ll be off earlier…”
Olivia thanked August as she began to place things in a bag she had sitting on the kitchen table. August went to the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of Dole guava-flavored juice, opened it and began drinking from it. Olivia walked to the cabinets, withdrew a glass and walked over to August. When she took the carton, August said, “Olivia, come on man, I’m thirsty… Olivia…”
“Use a glass, please, Ms. August. Your brother is only sick now because you won’t stop drinking off of cartons and jugs.” Olivia poured juice into the glass and handed it to August. “Take it….”
“I don’t like glasses…”
“Take it, Ms. August…”
August reluctantly took the glass as Olivia placed the carton back into the fridge. August took a swig and Olivia said, “Okay, Ms. August, I will see you Monday morning…” Now, Olivia was rushing to gather her things. August turned down her brow questionably and giggled, “Olivia, what are you doing…?”
“Oh, Ms. August, I don’t mean to rush off,” she said as she placed her car cars between her teeth and past them she muttered, “Well actually, I do. But I don’t mean to be rude…”
“What’s going on? Are you being deported…again?”
Olivia shot a harsh look at August who smiled guardedly. “That was a misunderstanding, Ms. August. And you know that. But what is going on is the fact that I have a date tonight…”
“You, Olivia?” August asked, impressed.
“Yes, Ms. August, me. I have to get mine too, Ms. August…”
August laughed heartily and Olivia narrowed her eyes. “I don’t see you go on any dates, Ms. August,” she said as she made her way to the hall.
August followed Olivia as she headed for the door and August said, “I do have my dates. I spend my evenings with Charles. That is all I need.”
Olivia laughed sweetly and was out of the door, pulling it closed.
August turned away, releasing what Olivia had mentioned from her mind. She wanted to find Charles. He was probably in his play room. Indeed, he was. When August peeked into the room she smiled at Charles, who had his back to her. He was building another Lego structure. On some days it was all he would do; play with Legos and eat Bologna sandwiches. There was a plate next to him with crumbs on it. He had his sandwiches with no crust. “Charles,” August called, but he ignored her. He was building a Lego Eifel Tower. He had no plans, no Lego books and no magazines by National Geographic so she was never sure how he was able to build structures like this. He ignored her the next time she called his name. Instead of responding to what she was saying, he said, “Feel….Rainy…”
“It doesn’t feel like rain, Charles…”
“No, Rainy, feeeel…”
Then, there was a harsh bang at the door. Charles didn’t jump…but August had. She slowly made her way down the hall and turned, looking down toward the door. There was sharp, crude bang once again and she jumped, yelping a little. “Hello…” she said as she walked down the hall. There was another bang and a man with a deep, gritty, phlegmy voice said, “Open the door…”
August called out, “Who is it? Who are you…?”
“Just open the door…”
“No,” August said and leaned in toward the door when she got there, looking through the peephole. She jumped back when the hooded man banged on the door again. She shivered and said, “Don’t bang on the door. I’m not letting you in. I’ll call the cops…”
“They are of no-“ the man yelled and slammed into the door, “CONSEQUENCE! Let me in!” He hit the door again and it seemed to be knocked slight off of its hinges. He was breaking it. August backed away, reached around the kitchen doorway and grabbed the phone. Dialing quickly, she waited for someone to answer. She yelled into the phone that a man was breaking into the house and she jumped when the man slammed himself into the door again. She was hysterical and the woman on the phone with emergency services was giving her the run-around. “He’d breaking in right now! He’s ramming the door right now!”
The woman talked more and August became frustrated and threw the phone down the hallway. She was going to have to fight. She knew how. She’d taken a myriad of martial arts sense she was six years old. She was a second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do-but that was only in practice. She’d never used her skills before.
The man hit the door once more and cracked it. Then, he was in. He came straight at her, staring hatefully with eyes that appeared as black as night. There were no pupils, no iris, just swarming blackness. His face was scarred and wrinkled and when he grit his teeth, blackened, decayed teeth showed. He threw a furious punch at August’s head and she ducked beneath it, pressing both of her fists into the man’s belly with all her might. He was hurled away from her, back toward the door…but he only came forward once more. The hall was too small for his bulk. He tore into the wall to his right, August’s left, with a punch, and she was sprayed with debris but she leaned forward, under the blow, allowed his fist to slam into the wall to her right and she flipped her left leg up, slamming the bottom of her foot into the man’s face. She screamed, blood sprayed on the back of her head. She drew her leg back down, spread her arms for balance and used the momentum to swing her leg up, slamming her toes into the brute’s chin. He stepped back, blood spraying from his nose.
Then, the man tackled her. She’d not expected that. He was more powerful than she, bigger. He sat up, punched for her face but she moved her head and she felt his fist graze her ear, bruising cartilage. She screamed but Charles was saying, “Rainy….?” The man looked up to see Charles and August craned her neck back. She yelled, “Charles, run!”
The man looked down at August and shoved another punch in toward her face. She was able to dodge again but he raised his other fist. August shoved her knee between the man’s legs, ramming his testicles. The man roared in pain and August yelled herself, drawing her hands from beneath the man as he shifted. She shoved her hands into the man as hard as she could and he was knocked back onto his toes and heels. She shot forward, slamming her hands into his chest to push him back. He allowed her next blow to graze off of his right forearm and he swung down with his left. His weight came down on her again and she was tossed to the floor but she moved her head and his fist cracked the floor. She didn’t understand how he’d done this but she grabbed him, flipped him above her head and held on as he slammed into the floor, widening the spectrum of cracks he’d put in the floor. A human could not crack the floor of an apartment like this. August kicked her legs up above her head, flipped herself onto the man’s chest and slammed her knees into his. The floor buckled beneath his weight and her strength and she yelped as the floor gave way.
They were in the barren apartment below, it was being renovated. It was all concrete, wood and sheetrock. August coughed through the dust and realized she was still on top of the man. He realized it too. He grabbed her and hurled her above his head. She slammed into a wall, back-first and fell from it, to the floor. She cried out when she landed but the man was up. August scrambled to right herself and to get to her feet. He was too fast; he was going to hit her. Reflexively, she put her hands up in front of her face but she watched as the man’s arm slammed into an invisible wall of energy and shattered, flesh tearing away from muscle, muscle shredding and bones erupting from within this mangled, ragged mess of flesh and blood. August screamed and the wall behind her buckled away from her, shattering. Dust and debris from behind her showered behind her and around her. The scream resonated away from her as a burst of energy unlike any she’d believed could exist. The man was thrown away from her. His body spiraled away, his arms limply flailing at his sides, blood exploding from his body. He hit the ceiling, bounced off of it and slammed into the floor, sliding with a trail of blood.
August raised her hands, stared at them, shaking her head. What was happened to her? How was she capable of this? The man was getting to his feet but August would not let him come near her again. She screamed at him, the floor beneath her cracking as the man’s left arm was literally blown off. It flipped away from him, crashed through a window and fell away from the building. The man paid no mind to this as he made his way toward August again. Her body reacted once more, sending out a shockwave of energy. The man was hit in the chest, his shirt exploded away from his back, blood sprayed on the wall and windows behind him. He yelled and August yelled back. A burst of energy slammed into the man, throwing him out of the window. There was a crash, followed by screams and the blaring of car alarms.
August was released from her trance. Her ear was still ringing from being hit. Then, she realized that it was not just her ear…it was the phone upstairs. She walked toward the hole in the ceiling of the room and when she looked up, Charles was on the phone. She smiled at him as he looked down at her and said, “It is uncle Chip. Chip is on the phone, Rainy…”
Chip was a lieutenant with the police. At least someone would come. Be it the lack of adrenaline or simply because these innate abilities that lie dormant within August Rayne Smith understood that she was free of danger, but she took a deep breath and collapsed on the pile of rubble that had once been her hallway floor.
*Continuing in NYPD 25th Precinct
When August Rayne Smith opened her front door, she felt a tinge of dread. She already knew that her voicemail was going to be filled to the brim with messages from Hunter Olofson. She never should have given him her number. She put down her books on the kitchen table and called, “Charlie-bear?”
Olivia came first, poking her head around the doorway. “Ms. August, I didn’t know that you were home. I didn’t hear you come in…” Olivia was Charlie Smith’s caretaker and Charlie Smith was August’s brother. While August was at New York University, Charlie needed to be cared for, as he suffered from Asperger Syndrome. Charles’ suffering from an autism spectrum had made things difficult on August but their parents managed to leave them a substantial amount of money when they’d passed.
August and Charles’ parents died in 2008, while August was still attended Stuyvesant High School in New York. They’d been driving home from Albany with Charles when they were hit by a drunk driver in a pick-up truck. Both of them had been killed when their Chrysler was hurled into a pole. The car had impacted with so much force that the front of the automobile had been ripped off, her parents still inside. Charles has been fine….miraculously. They’d lived in Stuyvesant town then. August had never felt comfortable going much further so she and Charles moved not too far away on 110th Street, overlooking Central Park.
August smiled at Olivia. The Russian woman’s smile tore into August’s soul as it always had. She was such a wonderful old woman. She had been with them since before the tragedy. She loved August and Charles. She’d also made quite a bit of money for herself taking care of Charles while school was in session. Today was Friday though, and August would have her brother to herself.
August said, “I’ve picked up his prescription for his decongestant today. So you don’t have to worry about getting it and coming back. That way you’ll be off earlier…”
Olivia thanked August as she began to place things in a bag she had sitting on the kitchen table. August went to the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of Dole guava-flavored juice, opened it and began drinking from it. Olivia walked to the cabinets, withdrew a glass and walked over to August. When she took the carton, August said, “Olivia, come on man, I’m thirsty… Olivia…”
“Use a glass, please, Ms. August. Your brother is only sick now because you won’t stop drinking off of cartons and jugs.” Olivia poured juice into the glass and handed it to August. “Take it….”
“I don’t like glasses…”
“Take it, Ms. August…”
August reluctantly took the glass as Olivia placed the carton back into the fridge. August took a swig and Olivia said, “Okay, Ms. August, I will see you Monday morning…” Now, Olivia was rushing to gather her things. August turned down her brow questionably and giggled, “Olivia, what are you doing…?”
“Oh, Ms. August, I don’t mean to rush off,” she said as she placed her car cars between her teeth and past them she muttered, “Well actually, I do. But I don’t mean to be rude…”
“What’s going on? Are you being deported…again?”
Olivia shot a harsh look at August who smiled guardedly. “That was a misunderstanding, Ms. August. And you know that. But what is going on is the fact that I have a date tonight…”
“You, Olivia?” August asked, impressed.
“Yes, Ms. August, me. I have to get mine too, Ms. August…”
August laughed heartily and Olivia narrowed her eyes. “I don’t see you go on any dates, Ms. August,” she said as she made her way to the hall.
August followed Olivia as she headed for the door and August said, “I do have my dates. I spend my evenings with Charles. That is all I need.”
Olivia laughed sweetly and was out of the door, pulling it closed.
August turned away, releasing what Olivia had mentioned from her mind. She wanted to find Charles. He was probably in his play room. Indeed, he was. When August peeked into the room she smiled at Charles, who had his back to her. He was building another Lego structure. On some days it was all he would do; play with Legos and eat Bologna sandwiches. There was a plate next to him with crumbs on it. He had his sandwiches with no crust. “Charles,” August called, but he ignored her. He was building a Lego Eifel Tower. He had no plans, no Lego books and no magazines by National Geographic so she was never sure how he was able to build structures like this. He ignored her the next time she called his name. Instead of responding to what she was saying, he said, “Feel….Rainy…”
“It doesn’t feel like rain, Charles…”
“No, Rainy, feeeel…”
Then, there was a harsh bang at the door. Charles didn’t jump…but August had. She slowly made her way down the hall and turned, looking down toward the door. There was sharp, crude bang once again and she jumped, yelping a little. “Hello…” she said as she walked down the hall. There was another bang and a man with a deep, gritty, phlegmy voice said, “Open the door…”
August called out, “Who is it? Who are you…?”
“Just open the door…”
“No,” August said and leaned in toward the door when she got there, looking through the peephole. She jumped back when the hooded man banged on the door again. She shivered and said, “Don’t bang on the door. I’m not letting you in. I’ll call the cops…”
“They are of no-“ the man yelled and slammed into the door, “CONSEQUENCE! Let me in!” He hit the door again and it seemed to be knocked slight off of its hinges. He was breaking it. August backed away, reached around the kitchen doorway and grabbed the phone. Dialing quickly, she waited for someone to answer. She yelled into the phone that a man was breaking into the house and she jumped when the man slammed himself into the door again. She was hysterical and the woman on the phone with emergency services was giving her the run-around. “He’d breaking in right now! He’s ramming the door right now!”
The woman talked more and August became frustrated and threw the phone down the hallway. She was going to have to fight. She knew how. She’d taken a myriad of martial arts sense she was six years old. She was a second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do-but that was only in practice. She’d never used her skills before.
The man hit the door once more and cracked it. Then, he was in. He came straight at her, staring hatefully with eyes that appeared as black as night. There were no pupils, no iris, just swarming blackness. His face was scarred and wrinkled and when he grit his teeth, blackened, decayed teeth showed. He threw a furious punch at August’s head and she ducked beneath it, pressing both of her fists into the man’s belly with all her might. He was hurled away from her, back toward the door…but he only came forward once more. The hall was too small for his bulk. He tore into the wall to his right, August’s left, with a punch, and she was sprayed with debris but she leaned forward, under the blow, allowed his fist to slam into the wall to her right and she flipped her left leg up, slamming the bottom of her foot into the man’s face. She screamed, blood sprayed on the back of her head. She drew her leg back down, spread her arms for balance and used the momentum to swing her leg up, slamming her toes into the brute’s chin. He stepped back, blood spraying from his nose.
Then, the man tackled her. She’d not expected that. He was more powerful than she, bigger. He sat up, punched for her face but she moved her head and she felt his fist graze her ear, bruising cartilage. She screamed but Charles was saying, “Rainy….?” The man looked up to see Charles and August craned her neck back. She yelled, “Charles, run!”
The man looked down at August and shoved another punch in toward her face. She was able to dodge again but he raised his other fist. August shoved her knee between the man’s legs, ramming his testicles. The man roared in pain and August yelled herself, drawing her hands from beneath the man as he shifted. She shoved her hands into the man as hard as she could and he was knocked back onto his toes and heels. She shot forward, slamming her hands into his chest to push him back. He allowed her next blow to graze off of his right forearm and he swung down with his left. His weight came down on her again and she was tossed to the floor but she moved her head and his fist cracked the floor. She didn’t understand how he’d done this but she grabbed him, flipped him above her head and held on as he slammed into the floor, widening the spectrum of cracks he’d put in the floor. A human could not crack the floor of an apartment like this. August kicked her legs up above her head, flipped herself onto the man’s chest and slammed her knees into his. The floor buckled beneath his weight and her strength and she yelped as the floor gave way.
They were in the barren apartment below, it was being renovated. It was all concrete, wood and sheetrock. August coughed through the dust and realized she was still on top of the man. He realized it too. He grabbed her and hurled her above his head. She slammed into a wall, back-first and fell from it, to the floor. She cried out when she landed but the man was up. August scrambled to right herself and to get to her feet. He was too fast; he was going to hit her. Reflexively, she put her hands up in front of her face but she watched as the man’s arm slammed into an invisible wall of energy and shattered, flesh tearing away from muscle, muscle shredding and bones erupting from within this mangled, ragged mess of flesh and blood. August screamed and the wall behind her buckled away from her, shattering. Dust and debris from behind her showered behind her and around her. The scream resonated away from her as a burst of energy unlike any she’d believed could exist. The man was thrown away from her. His body spiraled away, his arms limply flailing at his sides, blood exploding from his body. He hit the ceiling, bounced off of it and slammed into the floor, sliding with a trail of blood.
August raised her hands, stared at them, shaking her head. What was happened to her? How was she capable of this? The man was getting to his feet but August would not let him come near her again. She screamed at him, the floor beneath her cracking as the man’s left arm was literally blown off. It flipped away from him, crashed through a window and fell away from the building. The man paid no mind to this as he made his way toward August again. Her body reacted once more, sending out a shockwave of energy. The man was hit in the chest, his shirt exploded away from his back, blood sprayed on the wall and windows behind him. He yelled and August yelled back. A burst of energy slammed into the man, throwing him out of the window. There was a crash, followed by screams and the blaring of car alarms.
August was released from her trance. Her ear was still ringing from being hit. Then, she realized that it was not just her ear…it was the phone upstairs. She walked toward the hole in the ceiling of the room and when she looked up, Charles was on the phone. She smiled at him as he looked down at her and said, “It is uncle Chip. Chip is on the phone, Rainy…”
Chip was a lieutenant with the police. At least someone would come. Be it the lack of adrenaline or simply because these innate abilities that lie dormant within August Rayne Smith understood that she was free of danger, but she took a deep breath and collapsed on the pile of rubble that had once been her hallway floor.
*Continuing in NYPD 25th Precinct
OOC Notes
Breath in…breath out…here goes nothing
Palming the floor from his forward fold Alexis sprung his feet behind him, dropping slowly onto his forearms into a dolphin. Holding the pose for a few more moments Alexis kicked his right leg up, followed by his left, balancing on his forearms with his head tucked beneath his body he carefully brought his legs directly above his body.
He felt so light, so free, so calm. It had been months since he’d gotten around to doing any yoga, and here he was on his first day almost at the scorpion. He hadn’t remembered it being this easy. Maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he’d thought? He felt as if he could hold himself up like this all day.
Bending his legs at the knees Alexis shifted his balance to descend fully into the scorpion, only to catch his breath as his balance wavered. Like a crushing wave his full weight suddenly returned, straining at his back, and he tumbled to the floor with an exasperated chuckle. Ok, so he was as rusty as he’d thought. Shaking his mass of bed head Alexis leapt to his feet and threw open the blinds to his small condo. Good morning California.
Grinning a rare, foolish grin, Alexis almost sprung into the shower as he slipped into his morning routine. It hadn’t even been three days in San Diego, and he already felt so alive, so energized. Never one for late nights, his rigid sleep routine always kept him running on a solid nine to ten hours of sleep, but this was different. He didn’t just have energy, it was as if it was exploding out of him.
Slipping on a pair of boxers and grabbing his toothbrush Alexis surveyed the city through the open window before him. He could spend the rest of his life in a place like this. Too bad he still had two years of graduate school ahead of him. Illinois didn’t exactly have the warm beaches and glowing sun of California. But heck, for now, this was his break, and he’d enjoy it while it lasted. Gargling some mouthwash Alexis’ eyes fell upon the pair of running shoes shoved away in the corner of his room. Now that was an idea.
With an odd spring in his step and feeling light as a feather Alexis was soon jogging past businessmen and bicycles on the busy sidewalks of San Diego. Stopping at a corner for a red light Alexis viewed the bustling mass of people around him. He needed to go somewhere calmer, quieter; somewhere with less people. Balboa Park, here I come.
Palming the floor from his forward fold Alexis sprung his feet behind him, dropping slowly onto his forearms into a dolphin. Holding the pose for a few more moments Alexis kicked his right leg up, followed by his left, balancing on his forearms with his head tucked beneath his body he carefully brought his legs directly above his body.
He felt so light, so free, so calm. It had been months since he’d gotten around to doing any yoga, and here he was on his first day almost at the scorpion. He hadn’t remembered it being this easy. Maybe he wasn’t in as bad of shape as he’d thought? He felt as if he could hold himself up like this all day.
Bending his legs at the knees Alexis shifted his balance to descend fully into the scorpion, only to catch his breath as his balance wavered. Like a crushing wave his full weight suddenly returned, straining at his back, and he tumbled to the floor with an exasperated chuckle. Ok, so he was as rusty as he’d thought. Shaking his mass of bed head Alexis leapt to his feet and threw open the blinds to his small condo. Good morning California.
Grinning a rare, foolish grin, Alexis almost sprung into the shower as he slipped into his morning routine. It hadn’t even been three days in San Diego, and he already felt so alive, so energized. Never one for late nights, his rigid sleep routine always kept him running on a solid nine to ten hours of sleep, but this was different. He didn’t just have energy, it was as if it was exploding out of him.
Slipping on a pair of boxers and grabbing his toothbrush Alexis surveyed the city through the open window before him. He could spend the rest of his life in a place like this. Too bad he still had two years of graduate school ahead of him. Illinois didn’t exactly have the warm beaches and glowing sun of California. But heck, for now, this was his break, and he’d enjoy it while it lasted. Gargling some mouthwash Alexis’ eyes fell upon the pair of running shoes shoved away in the corner of his room. Now that was an idea.
With an odd spring in his step and feeling light as a feather Alexis was soon jogging past businessmen and bicycles on the busy sidewalks of San Diego. Stopping at a corner for a red light Alexis viewed the bustling mass of people around him. He needed to go somewhere calmer, quieter; somewhere with less people. Balboa Park, here I come.
OOC Notes
Chip Smith was shaking his head as he rounded a corner and Sargent Connie Anderson looked at him and said, “Anyone tell you that you need a shave and a shower…?”
Chip looked at her condemningly and said, “Anyone ever tell you that you need to get out of this place and have some sex…?”
It was well after eight and Chip was supposed to be on vacation. That was happening now. His own niece was sitting in an empty office, across from an officer that was going to treat her like shit, with a donut and a cup of stale coffee in front of her. Right then, he’d imagined that she was probably holding onto the cup for its warmth. The warmth probably wasn’t getting too deep into her bones because interrogation rooms were always cold. It was a way to make the interrogated spill the beans. August had plenty of beans to spill but she wasn’t one of the bad guys.
Connie said to Chip, “Actually, I have been told that…”
Chip smiled and said, “Well, I have a suggestion. When we’re done here…I’ll get my shower. That is; only if you’ll accompany me and we’ll both take care of what we need the most…”
Connie smiled. It was true that Chip had actually just sexually harassed her but she didn’t actually care. They were just chewing the fat. Chip needed this right now. He needed it badly. The phones hadn’t stop ringing, the press was at the doorstep and the only reason that the Chief wasn’t breathing down Chip’s back was because he was needed to keep the wolves at bay. August would tell no one what really happened to her. Her story was fantastical but she was sticking to it.
Just then, Elaine Bothwright came into the hall from the right of Chip and Connie and she said, “Just the confused drunk I was looking for…”
“I’m not a drunk…” Chip said.
“You could have fooled me…”
“I was drunk when I came in…but I am not a drunk. We all need to kick back on the occasion.”
“Well, you’ll need it after what I have to tell you.” Elaine said and that was when Chip noticed that she was carrying a folder. This was going to be bad and he knew it. “I’ve got the forensics report from that apartment…”
‘The apartment beneath August’s…?” Connie asked.
“Yes, that one; and nothing makes any sense.”
Chip stuttered, “T-This already doesn’t make any sense, Elly, please don’t make this any worse, Detective…”
“There’s no hope in that. There were two blood samples, of course; August’s and John Doe.”
“Not too weird so far…” Chip said as they walked into the bullpen.
“August is type A, nothing strange there. Her blood may be the purest sample I have ever seen. If there was ever a corporation that needed to do research on a pure sample, she could donate. Has she ever been sick…?”
“More than a cold?” Chip asked, “I doubt it. She’s never even gotten any serious cuts or gashes. She has no obvious scars either…”
“Sounds about right. She’s perfect…”
“Not weird…” Chip said and shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t understand what the problem is.”
“The problem is not with her, Chip. It’s with the man that she described as being nearly seven feet tall that she tossed out of a window. The fact that he fell six stories, landed on a Porsche and got up and walked away don’t even compare to what’s in this report…”
Chip finally stopped. He stopped and looked at Elaine. She held out the report limply and he looked from it to her and back to it before she held it closer toward him “Take it, Chip. You need to see this… The blood samples and the epithelial samples from the window tell us the same thing…”
Chip snatched the report away and opened it. He read a few lines before his mouth dropped and he looked away from the report. He couldn’t talk, could hardly breathe. This couldn’t have been right but there was no way that the forensic report could be wrong.
Elaine knew what Chip was thinking and she said, “We ran the tests four times. I didn’t want to believe it, Chip. It just doesn’t make any sense….” Chip shivered as Elaine looked toward the floor and said, “Those samples…belong to a person that has been dead for two days already. I can’t even explain why it-“
Chip walked away from Connie and Elaine.
Chip looked at her condemningly and said, “Anyone ever tell you that you need to get out of this place and have some sex…?”
It was well after eight and Chip was supposed to be on vacation. That was happening now. His own niece was sitting in an empty office, across from an officer that was going to treat her like shit, with a donut and a cup of stale coffee in front of her. Right then, he’d imagined that she was probably holding onto the cup for its warmth. The warmth probably wasn’t getting too deep into her bones because interrogation rooms were always cold. It was a way to make the interrogated spill the beans. August had plenty of beans to spill but she wasn’t one of the bad guys.
Connie said to Chip, “Actually, I have been told that…”
Chip smiled and said, “Well, I have a suggestion. When we’re done here…I’ll get my shower. That is; only if you’ll accompany me and we’ll both take care of what we need the most…”
Connie smiled. It was true that Chip had actually just sexually harassed her but she didn’t actually care. They were just chewing the fat. Chip needed this right now. He needed it badly. The phones hadn’t stop ringing, the press was at the doorstep and the only reason that the Chief wasn’t breathing down Chip’s back was because he was needed to keep the wolves at bay. August would tell no one what really happened to her. Her story was fantastical but she was sticking to it.
Just then, Elaine Bothwright came into the hall from the right of Chip and Connie and she said, “Just the confused drunk I was looking for…”
“I’m not a drunk…” Chip said.
“You could have fooled me…”
“I was drunk when I came in…but I am not a drunk. We all need to kick back on the occasion.”
“Well, you’ll need it after what I have to tell you.” Elaine said and that was when Chip noticed that she was carrying a folder. This was going to be bad and he knew it. “I’ve got the forensics report from that apartment…”
‘The apartment beneath August’s…?” Connie asked.
“Yes, that one; and nothing makes any sense.”
Chip stuttered, “T-This already doesn’t make any sense, Elly, please don’t make this any worse, Detective…”
“There’s no hope in that. There were two blood samples, of course; August’s and John Doe.”
“Not too weird so far…” Chip said as they walked into the bullpen.
“August is type A, nothing strange there. Her blood may be the purest sample I have ever seen. If there was ever a corporation that needed to do research on a pure sample, she could donate. Has she ever been sick…?”
“More than a cold?” Chip asked, “I doubt it. She’s never even gotten any serious cuts or gashes. She has no obvious scars either…”
“Sounds about right. She’s perfect…”
“Not weird…” Chip said and shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t understand what the problem is.”
“The problem is not with her, Chip. It’s with the man that she described as being nearly seven feet tall that she tossed out of a window. The fact that he fell six stories, landed on a Porsche and got up and walked away don’t even compare to what’s in this report…”
Chip finally stopped. He stopped and looked at Elaine. She held out the report limply and he looked from it to her and back to it before she held it closer toward him “Take it, Chip. You need to see this… The blood samples and the epithelial samples from the window tell us the same thing…”
Chip snatched the report away and opened it. He read a few lines before his mouth dropped and he looked away from the report. He couldn’t talk, could hardly breathe. This couldn’t have been right but there was no way that the forensic report could be wrong.
Elaine knew what Chip was thinking and she said, “We ran the tests four times. I didn’t want to believe it, Chip. It just doesn’t make any sense….” Chip shivered as Elaine looked toward the floor and said, “Those samples…belong to a person that has been dead for two days already. I can’t even explain why it-“
Chip walked away from Connie and Elaine.
OOC Notes
“August, I know you’ve told the story but I need to hear it for myself. I don’t want to hear about what you had to say from everybody else…”
August was sitting across from Chip, looking at her hands that held onto a quickly cooling cup of coffee. She’d told this story seven times. It didn’t matter whether or not Chip was family. She just didn’t want to tell it. She looked at him with sorrowful eyes and all that she could say was, “Uncle Chip…I killed a man today.”
Chip looked at the table with sullen eyes as August asked, “Have you ever killed a man?”
“I must say that I haven’t, August…so I don’t know how to help you…”
“I don’t know what to think. I don’t know how to deal with his…”
Chip shook his head as, from the corner, Charles said, “Rainy, feel Rainy…”
August opened her eyes wide and looked back at Charles. Chip asked her what was wrong and August said, “That’s what he told me before the man smashed in my damned front door… You know, he’s always known when it was going to rain so I thought he was telling me that it felt like rain. I told him that it didn’t. It was much too nice out for that but, now, I get it. He was telling me to feel…”
“To feel?” Chip said slowly.
“He was telling me to feel what happened…”
“Does that mean that something else is about to happen!?” Chip asked as he got up so fast that his chair smashed into the wall behind him.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Chip. I don’t know what any of this means…”
Chip smiled with a twitch and placed his hands on the table. “August…please tell me something, anything?”
This story was old. “I came home to Charles, sent Olivia home and went to Charles’ room. There was a knock at the door and I went to answer it. The man crashed through the door and we fought. He broke through the floor…I don’t know how… B-But we fell through it. And then…I changed…”
“You changed…?”
“I just changed… I was able to….to stop his attacks without touching him. He came at me a couple times but this…energy; an invisible field,” August said and raised her shivering hands, looking at them, “It just came up around me, Chip… I don’t know where it came from or how but it just swept around me. Then, the man was gone… He was out of window before I knew it…Chip… I-I just… I can’t…” August mumbled, her words were running together, her eyes welling with tears. She began to cry but Chip was around the table in a second, holding her in his arms. “I wish my mom was here…” August said.
Chip was silent.
“I wish….just once…Charles could understand me when I was sad…”
Charles, sitting in the corner, kicking his feet, sipping on a juice box, looked toward Chip and August and said, “Rainy, it’s time Rainy… We have to go to the cross-y place… The world crosses on the street, Rainy…”
August was sitting across from Chip, looking at her hands that held onto a quickly cooling cup of coffee. She’d told this story seven times. It didn’t matter whether or not Chip was family. She just didn’t want to tell it. She looked at him with sorrowful eyes and all that she could say was, “Uncle Chip…I killed a man today.”
Chip looked at the table with sullen eyes as August asked, “Have you ever killed a man?”
“I must say that I haven’t, August…so I don’t know how to help you…”
“I don’t know what to think. I don’t know how to deal with his…”
Chip shook his head as, from the corner, Charles said, “Rainy, feel Rainy…”
August opened her eyes wide and looked back at Charles. Chip asked her what was wrong and August said, “That’s what he told me before the man smashed in my damned front door… You know, he’s always known when it was going to rain so I thought he was telling me that it felt like rain. I told him that it didn’t. It was much too nice out for that but, now, I get it. He was telling me to feel…”
“To feel?” Chip said slowly.
“He was telling me to feel what happened…”
“Does that mean that something else is about to happen!?” Chip asked as he got up so fast that his chair smashed into the wall behind him.
“I don’t know what to tell you, Chip. I don’t know what any of this means…”
Chip smiled with a twitch and placed his hands on the table. “August…please tell me something, anything?”
This story was old. “I came home to Charles, sent Olivia home and went to Charles’ room. There was a knock at the door and I went to answer it. The man crashed through the door and we fought. He broke through the floor…I don’t know how… B-But we fell through it. And then…I changed…”
“You changed…?”
“I just changed… I was able to….to stop his attacks without touching him. He came at me a couple times but this…energy; an invisible field,” August said and raised her shivering hands, looking at them, “It just came up around me, Chip… I don’t know where it came from or how but it just swept around me. Then, the man was gone… He was out of window before I knew it…Chip… I-I just… I can’t…” August mumbled, her words were running together, her eyes welling with tears. She began to cry but Chip was around the table in a second, holding her in his arms. “I wish my mom was here…” August said.
Chip was silent.
“I wish….just once…Charles could understand me when I was sad…”
Charles, sitting in the corner, kicking his feet, sipping on a juice box, looked toward Chip and August and said, “Rainy, it’s time Rainy… We have to go to the cross-y place… The world crosses on the street, Rainy…”
OOC Notes
Alasdair was walking past the fenced in parking lot of the precinct thinking of the dream he had been having before he had been woken up by a call from work. In his dream he had been laying on his back in a lush green field staring at the rain falling from the sky. Alasdair had always loved the rain, it helped him calm down and think whenever he had a problem and in this dream his concentration was at its peak. He watched the rain fall and saw each individual drop hit the grass and break apart, he saw the molecules in the water moving around and forming different drops. It was glorious, it was tranquil, and it was annoying as hell when the ringtone of "the dark side of the force is calling you, (Darth Vader breathing) the dark side of the force is calling you" woke him up. What was really bothering him was that when he had woken up to answer his phone his bed had been completely soaked through mattress and all "one mean cold sweat" he mumbled to himself. There wasn't time to think about it anymore though he was walking into the precinct passing the last piece of graffiti which read "Jesus saves". By the sound of that call hes going to need to be saving someone Alasdair thought as he walked into the cool florescent light of the precinct. He stopped at the desk and asked Jenny where the lieutenant was, and then headed off down the hall she pointed to throwing a "thanks" over his shoulder. As Alasdair rounded a corner he saw Chip sitting in an interrogation room with a woman and some kid. He went around and knocked on the door before entering "So what's all the ruckus about some woman blowing a guy out of a build-" he stopped in mid sentence as took in chips expression and posture, something was wrong. "Sir this is serious inst it?"
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OOC Notes
The Tribeca neighborhood was just as busy as ever, people here and there, cars passing by but everywhere in New York seemed eternally busy. Compared to other areas though it was pretty safe, so her brother wouldn’t nag at her about a young woman walking around New York alone and blah, blah, blah. Edana rolled her eyes at the thought of her brother as she slowly paced down the sidewalk. That bastard, found my last stashed pack of cigarettes and then disposed of them! How does he always know where I hide them, how?! She yelled in her mind, trying to piece together exactly how her goody, goody cop brother deduced where her hidey holes were. Eh, no matter, he had been called into work so that meant she had the evening to do whatever she wished since she had the night off from work. Tonight she planned on trying to be the first person to develop lung cancer in a few hours by chain smoking just to prove a point to her brother. The point being she could do whatever she wanted and apparently develop a terminal illness because of doing what she wished. The sarcastic thought brought a smirk to her face, she knew she was being immature but dammit she was an adult and if she wanted to smoke and spend her life tending at a bar then so be it! It’s not like she was good for anything else anyway, she wasn’t a genius, wasn’t gifted at anything in particular really so what could someone that blended in so well with the crowd do with her life besides that, just blending. To add to her frustration her skin had been tingling all day, all over just underneath, like an annoying itch she couldn’t scratch. She didn’t know what the hell was up with that but it was frustrating.
After acquiring a pack of cigarettes, she leaned herself back onto a wall to relax and smoke. Taking out her old lighter, she flicked at the switch in order to light the cigarette dangling from her mouth. This damn thing always took forever to bring up a flame, click, click…click. There was a pause after the second click of the switch as her eyes drifted up and focused on an individual across the street. Squinting her eyes, it was clear it was a child, a little girl and something was off about her. Edana swallowed as she watched the kid, taking in what she looked like. Dirty dress, stuffed animal, as creepy and off as the girl looked she had to wonder if she was lost. No one else seemed to pay her any mind though, just walking by as if she didn’t exist. What was the world coming to, now people won’t even stop to help a lost little girl? Fine, she thought exasperatedly, guess I’m just going to have to waste my precious energy to cross the street and help her out. Looking down she placed her lighter back into her pocket and when she looked up, it wasn’t what she expected.
A car spun towards her in the air, the cigarette fell from her mouth as she leaped out of the way with a shout of, “AH SHIT!” The vehicle barely missed her as it smashed into the wall where she had been previously standing, her elbow now bloody from skidding across the rough asphalt to make an escape. She didn’t even feel the injury, her adrenaline pumped through her veins, that damn tingling was getting strong and what THE HELL just happened?! Laying there on her side on the ground, she trembled with energy, her breaths coming in short, choppy bursts. “God, what just happened?” Looking over across the street, the child, she moved her hand up and with a flick of the wrist a parked motorcycle came blazing towards her. Her eyes grew wide as she barely skittered on her belly and half jumped out of the way, the air from the passing cycle blew at her shirt. God, oh God she had to hide! That was all she thought as she scrambled up and made her way around a corner to hide behind it trembling. Her brother wasn’t here to protect her, to calm her down; she had to figure this out on her own. She didn’t know what happened though, cars were flying at her and that girl had something to do with it as crazy as that sounded she just knew it! Maybe she was some kind of a demon; oh shit she should have been nicer in her life! Now some horrifying, car flinging, demon girl had come to drag her to hell! Her thoughts were interrupted when a cab smashed into the corner she was behind, prompting a strangled scream from her and sending a shower of shattered glass over her. She had to get out of here!!
A deep inhalation of breath to calm herself and.. God this tingling under her skin she couldn’t stand it! She moved now to run from her hiding spot but the moment she moved a bus was flung in her direction, it was so close, no where to run. Flinging her arms up in a feeble attempt to protect herself, the tingling under her skin grew until she swore she heard it crackle and burst from her. To anyone else who might have witnessed it, the moment she threw her arms up to protect herself, a burst of bright light shot forward. Wide like a barrier and it cracked like lightning when the bus struck it, sending the vehicle tumbling away from her.
Was she dead? That thought was at the forefront of her mind as her legs wobbled and she collapsed on the sidewalk. No, no not dead, not dead and the girl, she was just gone, was this a dream? No, no not a dream and the tingling was gone, it had left her in a burst, it had felt hot, like electricity almost. For some reason her mind focused on the feeling of that release as she laid there on the cold asphalt. Letting out one more shaky exhale of breath, everything went black.
After acquiring a pack of cigarettes, she leaned herself back onto a wall to relax and smoke. Taking out her old lighter, she flicked at the switch in order to light the cigarette dangling from her mouth. This damn thing always took forever to bring up a flame, click, click…click. There was a pause after the second click of the switch as her eyes drifted up and focused on an individual across the street. Squinting her eyes, it was clear it was a child, a little girl and something was off about her. Edana swallowed as she watched the kid, taking in what she looked like. Dirty dress, stuffed animal, as creepy and off as the girl looked she had to wonder if she was lost. No one else seemed to pay her any mind though, just walking by as if she didn’t exist. What was the world coming to, now people won’t even stop to help a lost little girl? Fine, she thought exasperatedly, guess I’m just going to have to waste my precious energy to cross the street and help her out. Looking down she placed her lighter back into her pocket and when she looked up, it wasn’t what she expected.
A car spun towards her in the air, the cigarette fell from her mouth as she leaped out of the way with a shout of, “AH SHIT!” The vehicle barely missed her as it smashed into the wall where she had been previously standing, her elbow now bloody from skidding across the rough asphalt to make an escape. She didn’t even feel the injury, her adrenaline pumped through her veins, that damn tingling was getting strong and what THE HELL just happened?! Laying there on her side on the ground, she trembled with energy, her breaths coming in short, choppy bursts. “God, what just happened?” Looking over across the street, the child, she moved her hand up and with a flick of the wrist a parked motorcycle came blazing towards her. Her eyes grew wide as she barely skittered on her belly and half jumped out of the way, the air from the passing cycle blew at her shirt. God, oh God she had to hide! That was all she thought as she scrambled up and made her way around a corner to hide behind it trembling. Her brother wasn’t here to protect her, to calm her down; she had to figure this out on her own. She didn’t know what happened though, cars were flying at her and that girl had something to do with it as crazy as that sounded she just knew it! Maybe she was some kind of a demon; oh shit she should have been nicer in her life! Now some horrifying, car flinging, demon girl had come to drag her to hell! Her thoughts were interrupted when a cab smashed into the corner she was behind, prompting a strangled scream from her and sending a shower of shattered glass over her. She had to get out of here!!
A deep inhalation of breath to calm herself and.. God this tingling under her skin she couldn’t stand it! She moved now to run from her hiding spot but the moment she moved a bus was flung in her direction, it was so close, no where to run. Flinging her arms up in a feeble attempt to protect herself, the tingling under her skin grew until she swore she heard it crackle and burst from her. To anyone else who might have witnessed it, the moment she threw her arms up to protect herself, a burst of bright light shot forward. Wide like a barrier and it cracked like lightning when the bus struck it, sending the vehicle tumbling away from her.
Was she dead? That thought was at the forefront of her mind as her legs wobbled and she collapsed on the sidewalk. No, no not dead, not dead and the girl, she was just gone, was this a dream? No, no not a dream and the tingling was gone, it had left her in a burst, it had felt hot, like electricity almost. For some reason her mind focused on the feeling of that release as she laid there on the cold asphalt. Letting out one more shaky exhale of breath, everything went black.
OOC Notes
Officer Frank Martine was signalling for traffic to keep moving. He hated to be out here on the street normally but today was like one from a crazy sci-fi movie. The press was there already. they'd swarmed in like locusts, arriving faster than most of the police. He held his hand up for a car to stop, as the events of the day had caused the power in the area to go out. He looked back over his shoulder, unable to comprehend what happened. Cars began to honk as he held traffic for too long and he finally looked back toward the cars and signaled for them to move along. From what he understood, a small child had stood along the street and automobiles began to fly through the air. Crazy, yes. It sounded impossible. Hell, it was impossible...but it was happening. This was almost as crazy as the thing he'd heard about from earlier in the day. One of the guys from the 25th had explained to him that Lieutenant Smith's daughter had been picked up by EMS after a call had gone through about a man falling out of a window. When the uniforms arrived they found his niece amidst a mess of rubble and the man that had fallen six stories apparently just got up and walked off. Today was the craziest day he'd ever had. The woman from this incident was reported to have been set on fire but she wasn't dead now and there wasn't a scratch on her. She'd damn near blown up a bus and the street and then collapsed. Of all things, there wasn't a single burn on her. Smelling salts quickly brought the girl back to reality...or whatever reality was. All that Frank knew what that he was terrified.
He wondered if Chip would get his hands in this one as the ambulance sped off. The cars were honking again.
*Continuing in NYPD 25th Precinct
He wondered if Chip would get his hands in this one as the ambulance sped off. The cars were honking again.
*Continuing in NYPD 25th Precinct
OOC Notes
Chip looked at Alasdair with a blank expression and he said, "You don't look as bad as I do... I feel like shit. You just look like it. I look and feel like it... And yes, I-"
Chip was cut off when August shot up from her chair and screamed. Charles didn't make a sound but Alasdair and Chip both grabbed at their ears. Bulletproof glass or not, it cracked and Chip turned to yell at August as the jug in the water cooler exploded but before more could happen, August stopped screaming. She looked at Alasdair and said, "You stay out of my head!"
Chip began to yell, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm the fuck down August! What the hell was that!?" Next, officers were coming, weapons drawn, stepping in the water on the floor. Chip raised a hand to calm them and said, "It's okay...it's okay... As-as you were... Just get to work..."
The officers reluctantly returned to their posts and Chip looked toward August before he flung his arm out and yelled, "What the hell was that August!?"
She pressed against the wall behind her and said, "I don't know... I just felt like...like there was too much in my head. That man..."
Chip looked at Alasdair and said, "HIM!?"
"His body was talking too me and it was saying too much.... Way too much...."
Chip looked back at Alasdair and said, "There is way too much shit going on right now... I can't do this..."
"Smith," Connie said as she ran around the corner and nearly ran into Alasdair. Chip continued rambling about his plight. "Smith..." He kept talking. Connie yelled, "Chip!"
"What!? Connie, God DAMN it! What?"
"You need to hear this, Sir"
"Damn it, what Connie...?"
"You're not going to believe this but we've got another one..."
"Another one!? I've got my niece in here breaking bullet proof glass, screaming at McCarthy, whose body is talking in her mind! And you're telling me I've got another one? Another what, Connie?!"
Connie pointed to August and said, "Another one of those... A case like hers. Young woman in TriBeCa got 'attacked' by a child that was reported to throw automobiles with her mind. The woman was reported to set herself ablaze and destroy a bus that was completely removed from the ground and moved toward her. She fainted, EMS just picked her up. And her last name is McCarthy too..."
Chip was raising his voice into the phone in his office saying, "Well, I don't care what they need to do! If she isn't at the hospital and she doesn't need to go then they can bring her here! It's one call from dispatch! All it takes is one call to the unit to bring her here! It's not breaking any rules!" Chip paused and then yelled, "i don't give a fuck about protocol. I've got my niece here who blew a dead man out of a wind- No, Roxanne, he was already dead. And it seems he still isn't, because he got up and walked away right... You're an idiot. Okay, fine, he was already dead...and he fell from a window...dead. So if he was already walking and was dead, then falling out of a window and still being dead and then, getting up and walking away....still means that he is dead..." He paused again. "I don't give a shit about that, Roxanne. I have the woman's brother down here and I need her here! NOW!"
Chip slammed the phone. Alex and August were staring at him, blinking. Charles was on the couch, sipping a juice box.
"Chip..." August said quietly, "Is it okay...?"
"Yeah, they're bringing her down here... It's no big deal..."
Chip was cut off when August shot up from her chair and screamed. Charles didn't make a sound but Alasdair and Chip both grabbed at their ears. Bulletproof glass or not, it cracked and Chip turned to yell at August as the jug in the water cooler exploded but before more could happen, August stopped screaming. She looked at Alasdair and said, "You stay out of my head!"
Chip began to yell, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm the fuck down August! What the hell was that!?" Next, officers were coming, weapons drawn, stepping in the water on the floor. Chip raised a hand to calm them and said, "It's okay...it's okay... As-as you were... Just get to work..."
The officers reluctantly returned to their posts and Chip looked toward August before he flung his arm out and yelled, "What the hell was that August!?"
She pressed against the wall behind her and said, "I don't know... I just felt like...like there was too much in my head. That man..."
Chip looked at Alasdair and said, "HIM!?"
"His body was talking too me and it was saying too much.... Way too much...."
Chip looked back at Alasdair and said, "There is way too much shit going on right now... I can't do this..."
"Smith," Connie said as she ran around the corner and nearly ran into Alasdair. Chip continued rambling about his plight. "Smith..." He kept talking. Connie yelled, "Chip!"
"What!? Connie, God DAMN it! What?"
"You need to hear this, Sir"
"Damn it, what Connie...?"
"You're not going to believe this but we've got another one..."
"Another one!? I've got my niece in here breaking bullet proof glass, screaming at McCarthy, whose body is talking in her mind! And you're telling me I've got another one? Another what, Connie?!"
Connie pointed to August and said, "Another one of those... A case like hers. Young woman in TriBeCa got 'attacked' by a child that was reported to throw automobiles with her mind. The woman was reported to set herself ablaze and destroy a bus that was completely removed from the ground and moved toward her. She fainted, EMS just picked her up. And her last name is McCarthy too..."
Chip was raising his voice into the phone in his office saying, "Well, I don't care what they need to do! If she isn't at the hospital and she doesn't need to go then they can bring her here! It's one call from dispatch! All it takes is one call to the unit to bring her here! It's not breaking any rules!" Chip paused and then yelled, "i don't give a fuck about protocol. I've got my niece here who blew a dead man out of a wind- No, Roxanne, he was already dead. And it seems he still isn't, because he got up and walked away right... You're an idiot. Okay, fine, he was already dead...and he fell from a window...dead. So if he was already walking and was dead, then falling out of a window and still being dead and then, getting up and walking away....still means that he is dead..." He paused again. "I don't give a shit about that, Roxanne. I have the woman's brother down here and I need her here! NOW!"
Chip slammed the phone. Alex and August were staring at him, blinking. Charles was on the couch, sipping a juice box.
"Chip..." August said quietly, "Is it okay...?"
"Yeah, they're bringing her down here... It's no big deal..."
OOC Notes
“For the last time, I’m not in shock so get this blanket off of me.” Edana all but growled at the paramedics in the ambulance as she shrugged off their help once more. She wasn’t hurt, wasn’t in shock, she just wanted to go home. If she went home and curled up, then none of this had happened. The girl didn’t happen, whatever she had done out there that seemed to freak everyone out hadn’t happened. Everyone insisted on keeping her there though and the crowding of these strangers after everything was almost too much. Edie needed her brother here, without him her mind was whirling a mile a minute and she was lashing out at the people who were only trying to help her. It’s how she responded to stress and at this point, her limit was met long ago.
Finally, they let her be to just sit on the gurney in the ambulance and she looked down at her hands, opening and closing her fingers. Everyone was saying she practically destroyed a bus, the one the girl flung but she didn’t remember doing that. Despite not remembering, she knew it was true because the release of energy she felt was real. That building up until the electrifying release, that had happened, it wasn’t something the public made up in a whirl of mass panic to explain the unexplainable. God, was she a freak or something? Maybe it was like in the comic books and movies where superheroes discovered they had powers but she certainly was no hero. Ah, shit why was she sitting here trying to figure this out, nothing made sense right now and wouldn’t until she pretended it was all part of her imagination. Resigning herself to the fact she couldn’t possibly understand what was happening to her, she put her face in her hands and sat there quietly until she heard one of the paramedics talking over a cellphone. Something about taking her to the precinct? Ah, this was fantastic! She could only hope with every fiber of her being that her brother was at the station when she arrived.
The ride to the station was short and, despite the paramedics efforts to stop her, Edana all but ran off of the ambulance and into the doors of the precinct. The moment she stepped foot inside they all stared, like she wasn’t real or shouldn’t be here. They better be glad she just had a traumatic experience or she would let them know how rude she thought they were by watching her that way. Her attention was taken away from all of the eyes as a woman escorted her to where she needed to be. Seconds after she caught sight of her older brother, she ran up and threw her arms around him. Burying her face into his chest, she made a muffled statement. “I swear I’m never going to smoke again.”
Finally, they let her be to just sit on the gurney in the ambulance and she looked down at her hands, opening and closing her fingers. Everyone was saying she practically destroyed a bus, the one the girl flung but she didn’t remember doing that. Despite not remembering, she knew it was true because the release of energy she felt was real. That building up until the electrifying release, that had happened, it wasn’t something the public made up in a whirl of mass panic to explain the unexplainable. God, was she a freak or something? Maybe it was like in the comic books and movies where superheroes discovered they had powers but she certainly was no hero. Ah, shit why was she sitting here trying to figure this out, nothing made sense right now and wouldn’t until she pretended it was all part of her imagination. Resigning herself to the fact she couldn’t possibly understand what was happening to her, she put her face in her hands and sat there quietly until she heard one of the paramedics talking over a cellphone. Something about taking her to the precinct? Ah, this was fantastic! She could only hope with every fiber of her being that her brother was at the station when she arrived.
The ride to the station was short and, despite the paramedics efforts to stop her, Edana all but ran off of the ambulance and into the doors of the precinct. The moment she stepped foot inside they all stared, like she wasn’t real or shouldn’t be here. They better be glad she just had a traumatic experience or she would let them know how rude she thought they were by watching her that way. Her attention was taken away from all of the eyes as a woman escorted her to where she needed to be. Seconds after she caught sight of her older brother, she ran up and threw her arms around him. Burying her face into his chest, she made a muffled statement. “I swear I’m never going to smoke again.”
OOC Notes
She'd been missing for three years now and Hunter missed his little sister more than anything. His father only managed to treat him like shit, stepping on him every chance that he got. He'd never been able to raise his fists against his father to defend himself. But when it came down to Heather, he could fight the man. At least then, when he was defending Heather, their drunk-ass mother would step in to stop her husband from killing their son. That was all over. Heather was gone and Hunter's mother drank more often. In her sorrow, Letticia Carthwright-Bosch had become a disgusting shell of a once beautiful and caring woman. She could usually be found on their musty sofa in their house in Brooklyn, sipping on bourbon and self-medicating with whatever she could find that said not to consume with alcohol. This was slow death...only because she'd been too afraid to kill herself and get it over with.
Hunter's father was an even weaker man. He managed to work 10-14 hours a day to ignore the problems at home. From work, he would go to the bar. He would get piss-ass drunk until they kicked him out. He would make a sloth-like trip home because the bartender was his friend so he'd kick his ass each night to take his keys. Full of booze, anger and guilt, he would actually get Hunter out of bed to beat him, to chastise him, to blame him. It was actually Hunter's father's fault that Heather was missing. He'd taken her to the park. He'd started hitting on another woman. He'd lost sight of her. He didn't realize Heather was missing until he got the tramp's phone number.
There were nights that Hunter would roam town to get away from his father. He'd officially spent the night in alleys or hotels in all of the burrows aside from Manhattan. On that night he'd intended on spending the night in Manhattan. That all changed when he saw her. You see, he'd never seen Times Square and while he was in Manhattan, he wasn't going to pass it up. But there was no way that she was there. He was looking right at her. She was standing beneath the Panasonic "Jumbotron" on the face of One Times Square. She was just standing there... People were walking right past her as if she wasn't there. But Hunter saw her. It didn't matter that they were walking past her. The problem was that she'd been missing for three years but, she was the same size, the same shape, wearing the same dress, carrying that bear that Hunter had made fun of her for never letting go, the one that he missed so much. She wasn't looking at him though. She was craning her neck to watch a news report about flying cars in TriBeCa or something. Hunter was paying very little attention to the television. His missing sister was standing right there, in the flesh. It was impossible....but she was there. He had to be sure that he wasn't hallucinating. It was getting late in the day so he was able to clear traffic easily. when he neared her, he began to call Heather's name the way he had years ago, when they would play hide-and-seek. She really was there, he just knew it. He bumped into a man and hadn't excused himself. The man began to yell at him but he drowned it out. It wasn't important. Heather was right there. He stopped right behind his sister and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Heather... Heather...it's me, dear. It's me...Hunter.. It's your bear-bear..." Hunter was smiling...really smiling for the first time in three years.
That smile faded when his sister turned around. She stared at him through eyes that were not his sister's. She wore the dress, had the bear, even had her hair pulled back in that pony-tail but those eyes weren't right. They looked dead. There was no life in them, they were dry. In fact, they were so dry that Hunter couldn't understand how they were open. She breathed deeply, raggedly, as if her airway was thick with phlegm. He shook his head. This was all wrong. He said, "Heather..." and the girl smiled, showing teeth caked with blackness and blood. He could smell her breath, standing at least two feet taller than her. Her breath reminded him of the first time he'd stayed in the Bronx...when he'd found that dead bum under a pile of trash. This wasn't right. He went to say her name again but this time, she scream and he was thrown away from her. His body twirled onto its side and he flipped like a rag doll into the pole at the end of the walkway. He hit the ground hard and as he began to collect himself, trying to figure out what happened, screams filled his head. He soon realized that these were screams of people at Times Square. Pedestrians were screaming. But none that had been around Heather. All that had been walking near his sister were showers of blood falling around her. Whatever she'd done to blow Hunter away had killed all of those people. He didn't get it. He slowly got to his feet and said, "Heather..."
Now, people were running the other way, toward 42nd. He said his sister's name again but she simply smiled again and she flinched. Before Hunter knew it, he was lifted off of the ground and thrown into the pole again, bending it. He fell on his buttocks and slumped forward as the pole creaked and fell down above him, the top crashing against the street. Hunter called to his sister quietly again and grumbled softly as he began to crawl from beneath the light pole. Heather was right there. She shoved her foot into his ribs and he must had accelerated so quickly that he endured 3 g. at least before he slammed into the side of a car with so much force that it was pushed at least six feet. Hunter fell away from the crunched in car doors and found himself bleeding from his mouth and nose. "Heather..." he mumbled as he got to his feet and his arms began to tingle, his shoulders aching as he began to walk toward his sister. His breathing was heavy, his heart beat thumping in his ears, but he didn't care. This was his sister. She smiled again, waved her right hand out and Hunter's eyes went wide as an entire car sailed toward him, lifting off of the ground and turning end-over-end, flipping toward him, picking up speed. Then, his body just reacted and a flaming sword erupted from the palm of his hand, sliding from a gaping wound, almost as if it had been implanted in his arm. The would spilled blood on the concrete and his hand gripped the handle of the weapon as it presented itself. A quick slash of the weapon rendered the car in half and it exploded, shaking he street. Hunter went down on one knee, protecting his face from flames and the debris. There was no way. The taxi was still twenty feet away from him.
This time, when he looked toward his sister he could see a blackened, oily mist roiling around her. Snakes were slithering around her, snakes of this this putrid black energy, lashing out and slithering back around her, one with this mist that seemed to leak this sickening fluid. She smiled again, blackness pouring from her eyes as if she was crying, running down her face. Her smiled deepened, her eyes narrowed as she licked her lips, taking in the blackness with her tongue. Hunter didn't understand what was happening but he was going to save Heather. There was someone he didn't know in her body. No one was going to defile her body. "Nobody!" Hunter yelled and ran toward his sister's body.
Hunter's father was an even weaker man. He managed to work 10-14 hours a day to ignore the problems at home. From work, he would go to the bar. He would get piss-ass drunk until they kicked him out. He would make a sloth-like trip home because the bartender was his friend so he'd kick his ass each night to take his keys. Full of booze, anger and guilt, he would actually get Hunter out of bed to beat him, to chastise him, to blame him. It was actually Hunter's father's fault that Heather was missing. He'd taken her to the park. He'd started hitting on another woman. He'd lost sight of her. He didn't realize Heather was missing until he got the tramp's phone number.
There were nights that Hunter would roam town to get away from his father. He'd officially spent the night in alleys or hotels in all of the burrows aside from Manhattan. On that night he'd intended on spending the night in Manhattan. That all changed when he saw her. You see, he'd never seen Times Square and while he was in Manhattan, he wasn't going to pass it up. But there was no way that she was there. He was looking right at her. She was standing beneath the Panasonic "Jumbotron" on the face of One Times Square. She was just standing there... People were walking right past her as if she wasn't there. But Hunter saw her. It didn't matter that they were walking past her. The problem was that she'd been missing for three years but, she was the same size, the same shape, wearing the same dress, carrying that bear that Hunter had made fun of her for never letting go, the one that he missed so much. She wasn't looking at him though. She was craning her neck to watch a news report about flying cars in TriBeCa or something. Hunter was paying very little attention to the television. His missing sister was standing right there, in the flesh. It was impossible....but she was there. He had to be sure that he wasn't hallucinating. It was getting late in the day so he was able to clear traffic easily. when he neared her, he began to call Heather's name the way he had years ago, when they would play hide-and-seek. She really was there, he just knew it. He bumped into a man and hadn't excused himself. The man began to yell at him but he drowned it out. It wasn't important. Heather was right there. He stopped right behind his sister and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Heather... Heather...it's me, dear. It's me...Hunter.. It's your bear-bear..." Hunter was smiling...really smiling for the first time in three years.
That smile faded when his sister turned around. She stared at him through eyes that were not his sister's. She wore the dress, had the bear, even had her hair pulled back in that pony-tail but those eyes weren't right. They looked dead. There was no life in them, they were dry. In fact, they were so dry that Hunter couldn't understand how they were open. She breathed deeply, raggedly, as if her airway was thick with phlegm. He shook his head. This was all wrong. He said, "Heather..." and the girl smiled, showing teeth caked with blackness and blood. He could smell her breath, standing at least two feet taller than her. Her breath reminded him of the first time he'd stayed in the Bronx...when he'd found that dead bum under a pile of trash. This wasn't right. He went to say her name again but this time, she scream and he was thrown away from her. His body twirled onto its side and he flipped like a rag doll into the pole at the end of the walkway. He hit the ground hard and as he began to collect himself, trying to figure out what happened, screams filled his head. He soon realized that these were screams of people at Times Square. Pedestrians were screaming. But none that had been around Heather. All that had been walking near his sister were showers of blood falling around her. Whatever she'd done to blow Hunter away had killed all of those people. He didn't get it. He slowly got to his feet and said, "Heather..."
Now, people were running the other way, toward 42nd. He said his sister's name again but she simply smiled again and she flinched. Before Hunter knew it, he was lifted off of the ground and thrown into the pole again, bending it. He fell on his buttocks and slumped forward as the pole creaked and fell down above him, the top crashing against the street. Hunter called to his sister quietly again and grumbled softly as he began to crawl from beneath the light pole. Heather was right there. She shoved her foot into his ribs and he must had accelerated so quickly that he endured 3 g. at least before he slammed into the side of a car with so much force that it was pushed at least six feet. Hunter fell away from the crunched in car doors and found himself bleeding from his mouth and nose. "Heather..." he mumbled as he got to his feet and his arms began to tingle, his shoulders aching as he began to walk toward his sister. His breathing was heavy, his heart beat thumping in his ears, but he didn't care. This was his sister. She smiled again, waved her right hand out and Hunter's eyes went wide as an entire car sailed toward him, lifting off of the ground and turning end-over-end, flipping toward him, picking up speed. Then, his body just reacted and a flaming sword erupted from the palm of his hand, sliding from a gaping wound, almost as if it had been implanted in his arm. The would spilled blood on the concrete and his hand gripped the handle of the weapon as it presented itself. A quick slash of the weapon rendered the car in half and it exploded, shaking he street. Hunter went down on one knee, protecting his face from flames and the debris. There was no way. The taxi was still twenty feet away from him.
This time, when he looked toward his sister he could see a blackened, oily mist roiling around her. Snakes were slithering around her, snakes of this this putrid black energy, lashing out and slithering back around her, one with this mist that seemed to leak this sickening fluid. She smiled again, blackness pouring from her eyes as if she was crying, running down her face. Her smiled deepened, her eyes narrowed as she licked her lips, taking in the blackness with her tongue. Hunter didn't understand what was happening but he was going to save Heather. There was someone he didn't know in her body. No one was going to defile her body. "Nobody!" Hunter yelled and ran toward his sister's body.
OOC Notes
Chip sat down in his office, grabbed a remote and turned on the television in the corner, near the ceiling. The picture came in as a man said, "Naw, man! Everybody is crazy! She wasn't on fire, man! She shot lightnin' from her fingers and shit. It was like whoosh-zap-boom! She damn near carved the bus in half. They keep saying fire," the dingy man said. His story may not have been too credible on any other day, as he was a bum. But on this day, he was a television star. He shook his head and said, "but she wasn't on fire. Harvey down on 12th set on fire the other day tryin ta warm his mitts in a oil drum. And dis wadn't fire. Dis was electric-city. I was watchin. My box is in da alley over there," he said and pointed. The reported removed the microphone and held it noticeably lower than normal and into she said, "And there you have it. A crazy story for a crazy day... I don't exactly know what to say about this event but it will surely be in the news for a few days until someone can figure....well...anything out..."
August who was sitting at the desk said, "This is crazy, Chip..."
"I know it is. New York is being sucked into the twelfth level of hell and you and McCarthy play a part in it." At the time, McCarthy was down in the bay waiting for Edana's ambulance to arrive. Chip shook his head and mumbled, "Son-of-a- No way..."
August looked back at the television as the anchor said, "-ports coming in about...a situation in Manhattan. There seems to be another situation like TriBeCa. Eyewitnesses reported of seeing a young girl....blow up people. We can't be sure if it's....a terrorist attack at Times Square or not but...she just blew up so-hold on...we've got a little bit of home video from-" The anchor pushed his finger against his ear and said, "I'm urged to warn all viewers that this imagery you're about to view is extremely visceral and unedited in anyway. What you're about to see is going to disturb you..."
August thought that they were supposed to warn you that it may disturb you....but when she saw it, she understood why the Anchor had said things that way.
The video started off like any family vacation video. A father was taking footage of his son and wife in front of Broadway signage but that was shattered when there was a sound like a sonic boom. The man lurched forward and appeared to have been caught by his wife. The family went down. Then, there was screaming. The wife was screaming, the son was crying and the father was saying, "Oh my God, oh my God, wh-what's..." He turned around and focused the camera on a little girl that was standing amidst a rain of blood and flesh. There was a teenage boy resting against a light pole at the end of the sidewalk. Then, the wife was screaming for the husband to run as others began to do so but he wanted to get the footage. The man swatted his wife and son away but then, he was soon knocked down and he began screaming as he was trampled by people trying to get away from Times Square. Then it came back back to the anchor who was awe-struck. He didn't say anything and a woman was crying in the background. Before the man could say anything, it cut to commercial.
When Chip looked away from the television, the McCarthy siblings were there. The sister was staring into space before she looked at August and said, "That was her... That was the girl that...attacked me in TriBeCa..."
Chip looked at Alasdair and the man nodded his way. "Alright," Chip said and got to his feet, "that's all I need to know... McCarthy go find Connie, get a Durango ready. We're going to Times Square and all of you freaky people with your exploding water coolers and lightning hands and throwing dead men out of buildings are going too..."
Charles, finishing another juice box, his fifth, looked at August and said, "Feel....Rainy..."
*Continuing at "The Crossroads of the World
August who was sitting at the desk said, "This is crazy, Chip..."
"I know it is. New York is being sucked into the twelfth level of hell and you and McCarthy play a part in it." At the time, McCarthy was down in the bay waiting for Edana's ambulance to arrive. Chip shook his head and mumbled, "Son-of-a- No way..."
August looked back at the television as the anchor said, "-ports coming in about...a situation in Manhattan. There seems to be another situation like TriBeCa. Eyewitnesses reported of seeing a young girl....blow up people. We can't be sure if it's....a terrorist attack at Times Square or not but...she just blew up so-hold on...we've got a little bit of home video from-" The anchor pushed his finger against his ear and said, "I'm urged to warn all viewers that this imagery you're about to view is extremely visceral and unedited in anyway. What you're about to see is going to disturb you..."
August thought that they were supposed to warn you that it may disturb you....but when she saw it, she understood why the Anchor had said things that way.
The video started off like any family vacation video. A father was taking footage of his son and wife in front of Broadway signage but that was shattered when there was a sound like a sonic boom. The man lurched forward and appeared to have been caught by his wife. The family went down. Then, there was screaming. The wife was screaming, the son was crying and the father was saying, "Oh my God, oh my God, wh-what's..." He turned around and focused the camera on a little girl that was standing amidst a rain of blood and flesh. There was a teenage boy resting against a light pole at the end of the sidewalk. Then, the wife was screaming for the husband to run as others began to do so but he wanted to get the footage. The man swatted his wife and son away but then, he was soon knocked down and he began screaming as he was trampled by people trying to get away from Times Square. Then it came back back to the anchor who was awe-struck. He didn't say anything and a woman was crying in the background. Before the man could say anything, it cut to commercial.
When Chip looked away from the television, the McCarthy siblings were there. The sister was staring into space before she looked at August and said, "That was her... That was the girl that...attacked me in TriBeCa..."
Chip looked at Alasdair and the man nodded his way. "Alright," Chip said and got to his feet, "that's all I need to know... McCarthy go find Connie, get a Durango ready. We're going to Times Square and all of you freaky people with your exploding water coolers and lightning hands and throwing dead men out of buildings are going too..."
Charles, finishing another juice box, his fifth, looked at August and said, "Feel....Rainy..."
*Continuing at "The Crossroads of the World
OOC Notes
Alasdair clapped his hands over his ears as the woman started screaming. what the hell is wrong with this woman he thought as she yelled for him to stay out of her head. Finally Chip had calmed her down and sent the officers who had busted into the room away, but before Alasdair could put in his two cents about his body telling her to much It's not like I'm trying to hit on her or anything Connie came in with a report about some woman throwing taxi cabs in tribeca. "dear god what this dosent stop" Alasdair said as he listened to Connie. His breath froze in his chest when he heard her say the suspects last name McCarthy. "Shit sir, I need to see her to make sure she is ok!" Alasdair said in a frantic voice. No sooner had he spoken than the lieutenant started rattling off orders to get his sister to the station. "Thank you sir" was all Alasdair could manage before he had ran out the door heading towards where his sister would be dropped off.
The ambulance finally arrived and Alasdair waited impatiently for them to escort his sister inside. He felt a flood relief as he saw her escorted by Jenny, she was a little worse for wear but she was alive and that is what counted. Edana ran up and embraced him telling him that she "would never smoke again". Alasdair had tears in his eyes as he replied jokingly " and I thought is was just a miracle you survived gettin taxi cabs thrown at you... and now your quitting smoking looks like Gods puttin in some over time huh" He squeezed her tightly one more time before grabbing her hand and gently pulling her down the hall "The lieutenant wants to see you sis, best not to keep him waiting with all this shit goin on"
They arrived in the room with Chip right as the new was showing bloody clips of chaos happening down a tribeca. God it was horrible and all caused by some little girl. "That was the girl that...attacked me in TriBeCa.." his sister announced a little shakily. Alasdair looked at Chip and recognized the look in his eyes; It was time to do something. He nodded at the lieutenant in knowing agreement and rushed out of the room to find Connie. He found her scanning through papers like she was possessed, she looked like hell. "Connie, Chip need you in his office ASAP" she looked at him blankly for a second before she actually heard and nodded her head. He grabbed some keys for the Durango and ran into the parking lot to get one passing by the Jesus saves graffiti again He sure as hell needs to tonight. Alasdair hopped into the Jeep and and pulled around in front of the station. He dialed Chips number on his cell and when he heard the click of an answer "I've got the Durango out front sir!"
The ambulance finally arrived and Alasdair waited impatiently for them to escort his sister inside. He felt a flood relief as he saw her escorted by Jenny, she was a little worse for wear but she was alive and that is what counted. Edana ran up and embraced him telling him that she "would never smoke again". Alasdair had tears in his eyes as he replied jokingly " and I thought is was just a miracle you survived gettin taxi cabs thrown at you... and now your quitting smoking looks like Gods puttin in some over time huh" He squeezed her tightly one more time before grabbing her hand and gently pulling her down the hall "The lieutenant wants to see you sis, best not to keep him waiting with all this shit goin on"
They arrived in the room with Chip right as the new was showing bloody clips of chaos happening down a tribeca. God it was horrible and all caused by some little girl. "That was the girl that...attacked me in TriBeCa.." his sister announced a little shakily. Alasdair looked at Chip and recognized the look in his eyes; It was time to do something. He nodded at the lieutenant in knowing agreement and rushed out of the room to find Connie. He found her scanning through papers like she was possessed, she looked like hell. "Connie, Chip need you in his office ASAP" she looked at him blankly for a second before she actually heard and nodded her head. He grabbed some keys for the Durango and ran into the parking lot to get one passing by the Jesus saves graffiti again He sure as hell needs to tonight. Alasdair hopped into the Jeep and and pulled around in front of the station. He dialed Chips number on his cell and when he heard the click of an answer "I've got the Durango out front sir!"
OOC Notes
The alarm went off filling the room with noise. Sam reached out, his hand slamming down on it just before a hand came down on his. He heard a gasp and opened his eyes to find a woman he didn’t recognize standing next to his bed wearing one of his shirts.
She was cradling her hand to her chest as though touching his flesh had burnt her. She attempted a smile. “You’re as cold as a corpse, Sam.”
Grunting, Sam rolled over and propped himself up against the headboard as he tried to collect his thoughts. He didn’t remember getting home. Looking the woman over again he realized he couldn’t remember her name or where he’d met her. “Did I pass out?”
She laughed, it was soft and teasing. “You got really drunk after your shift last night. We had a good time.” Noting the confusion on his face she seemed a little upset but not overly mad. She settled on the edge of the bed and tentatively reached out to touch his face. “My names Sarah, remember? Are you sure you’re not sick? I’d expect a hangover but you literally feel like a corpse and I should know, I’m a med student.”
Sam didn’t feel cold, in fact, he felt incredible considering it sounded like he had ingested enough alcohol to cause amnesia. Reaching out he pulled back the blinds next to his bed and filled the run with warm sunlight. It was past noon.
Sarah stood up from the bed and sauntered away from him making it abundantly clear she wasn’t wearing anything aside from his shirt as she started making coffee.
Sam shook his head and picked up his lighter and a cigarette from the bedside table and tried to light it. A frown settled on his face when his breath puffed out the flame on his lighter. Holding it away from his mouth he managed to light it and drew in a long breath of smoke before exhaling. Sliding from the bed he dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt.
Sarah set a mug on the table and smiled cheerily at him. “Hope you don’t mind me using your coffee but after not being remembered after a night like last night I feel entitled to whatever I want at the moment.”
Sam smirked and picked up the mug and took an appreciative sip. “It’s better than a kick in the balls for forgetting your name, sorry about that by the way.”
She shrugged. “I could do both if you prefer. You got a call while you were sleeping. It’s on the machine. It said something about a broken down car in Balboa Park, sounded urgent. I was going to wake you but I honestly didn’t think you’d get up after our wild night. The call only came half an hour ago.”
“Shit,” Sam cursed and moved around her to pick up his keys. “I’ve got to go. You alright letting yourself out?”
Sarah pouted at him and languidly stretched exposing more flesh than could have been accidental. “I suppose I’ll be alright. I put my number on your fridge if you ever need more company.”
It was almost enough to make Sam stay, almost. He liked his job though and the pay was better than most mechanics due to the nature of the cars he worked on. “I just might need more company, maybe we can grab dinner later. I’ll give you a call.” With that he was out the door and descending the steps from his apartment. Climbing onto his motorcycle he took off for Balboa park clueless as to what would be waiting for him.
She was cradling her hand to her chest as though touching his flesh had burnt her. She attempted a smile. “You’re as cold as a corpse, Sam.”
Grunting, Sam rolled over and propped himself up against the headboard as he tried to collect his thoughts. He didn’t remember getting home. Looking the woman over again he realized he couldn’t remember her name or where he’d met her. “Did I pass out?”
She laughed, it was soft and teasing. “You got really drunk after your shift last night. We had a good time.” Noting the confusion on his face she seemed a little upset but not overly mad. She settled on the edge of the bed and tentatively reached out to touch his face. “My names Sarah, remember? Are you sure you’re not sick? I’d expect a hangover but you literally feel like a corpse and I should know, I’m a med student.”
Sam didn’t feel cold, in fact, he felt incredible considering it sounded like he had ingested enough alcohol to cause amnesia. Reaching out he pulled back the blinds next to his bed and filled the run with warm sunlight. It was past noon.
Sarah stood up from the bed and sauntered away from him making it abundantly clear she wasn’t wearing anything aside from his shirt as she started making coffee.
Sam shook his head and picked up his lighter and a cigarette from the bedside table and tried to light it. A frown settled on his face when his breath puffed out the flame on his lighter. Holding it away from his mouth he managed to light it and drew in a long breath of smoke before exhaling. Sliding from the bed he dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt.
Sarah set a mug on the table and smiled cheerily at him. “Hope you don’t mind me using your coffee but after not being remembered after a night like last night I feel entitled to whatever I want at the moment.”
Sam smirked and picked up the mug and took an appreciative sip. “It’s better than a kick in the balls for forgetting your name, sorry about that by the way.”
She shrugged. “I could do both if you prefer. You got a call while you were sleeping. It’s on the machine. It said something about a broken down car in Balboa Park, sounded urgent. I was going to wake you but I honestly didn’t think you’d get up after our wild night. The call only came half an hour ago.”
“Shit,” Sam cursed and moved around her to pick up his keys. “I’ve got to go. You alright letting yourself out?”
Sarah pouted at him and languidly stretched exposing more flesh than could have been accidental. “I suppose I’ll be alright. I put my number on your fridge if you ever need more company.”
It was almost enough to make Sam stay, almost. He liked his job though and the pay was better than most mechanics due to the nature of the cars he worked on. “I just might need more company, maybe we can grab dinner later. I’ll give you a call.” With that he was out the door and descending the steps from his apartment. Climbing onto his motorcycle he took off for Balboa park clueless as to what would be waiting for him.
OOC Notes
The Chief was already at the blockade and Chip and Connie both said, "Shit..." under their breaths. There was a tremendous amount of people being held back at 42nd street, south of One Times Square. Chip grabbed August's hand and she grabbed Charles' hand. Behind them, Alasdair took Edana's hand as they pushed through the police. Most of the officers just waved Chip through but there were a few that he had to flash his badge to and wave his fingers over his head, signalling that the procession was with him. The crowd would scream every once in a while when something loud would hit the street or an explosion would go off. There were flood lights up and there was a separate set of railings and police officers for the bustling news reporters and their equipment and vans. Chip dragged the procession, Connie in-tow, along until they came to a large RV with NYPD along the side. A SWAT vehicle was parked next to it and the guys were gearing up. Chip was stopped by the arms of two officers and he said, "Look, I need to talk to the Chief..."
"The Chief is very busy," Vanderbilt said.
"Yes, I know that...busy scratching his head!" Chip yelled.
The other officer, Myers, said, "Look, Smith, don't be that way..."
"Alright, alright, but I have to get these people past the blockade and I can't do it without the Chief! The area is sealed off all the way around..."
Myers said, "Look, it dudn't matta whatcha think ya gotta do but we can't let'chu through."
Chip said, "Goddamn guys, look, I got August Rayne Smith and Edana McCarthy. I gotta get them down there!"
That changed things. Myers looked as Vanderbilt who made a strange face and asked, "You mean...like August from Central Park and Edana from TriBeCa; August and Edana...?"
"Yes, those two exactly..."
Vanderbilt said, "Damn, Smith... When you role you role heavy..."
Myers laughed and said, "Role wit da freaks..."
Chip said, "Hey, you watch that ship, officer. August is my niece... Just go get the Chief..."
Myers shoved his foot in his mouth and nodded his head. He left for a few minutes, there was yelling and then the Chief appeared. He looked like shit. Aside from the fact that he was balding and looked like he was eight instead of fifty-six. Too many long nights, too many tough cases and all the stale donuts, coffee and cigarettes that made a man a real man. The Chief thundered down the stairs of the Mobile Command HQ and waved Chip over as he turned toward the SWAT vehicle and continued walking. Before Chip and the others were ever close enough he began to say, "I'm only talking to you because I had to leave the HQ anyway. The mayor is breathing down my neck and the FBI and NSA are bringing in their guys. I don't like the FBI, Chip...and I know that you don't either. I like you, Chip, and you know that, so I'm going to hear you out. If it stops the FBI from sending Clark and Clark, which they always send, I'll be happy..."
Chip took a double step to catch up with the Chief as he rounded the FBI vehicle and the full spectrum of the collection of people could take affect. Chip looked over the mass of people and it nearly took his breath away. In fact, the Chief stopped and looked back toward him, asking, "Well..."
Chip shook his head, regaining focus and he said, "I want to send them down there. August, Edana and Alasdair McCarthy..."
The Chief burped out a sharp laugh and said, "Do you know what's going on down there? There is some little girl and a teenage kid fighting to the death with flying cars and busted fire hydrants and the life... I don't know what to do with this shit, Chip. The first SWAT formation we sent in was picked apart before they could even get into position. We put up snipers but all of them suffered from sever delusions and nosebleeds. We had men screaming about demons and monsters into their comms for ten minutes. Three of them drew their sidearms and shot themselves. You knot, Chip, I always thought that I lived in the real world. I believed that when I sat down in the evening with Gloria with a cup of tea and a good science fiction novel, what I was reading could never be real. If it would be, then I'd be long dead. But this, Chip, is tearing everything I know to pieces and tossing them in the sewers. There is nothing that we can do. The National Guard will be here soon and those Army boys, well, Chip, all they'll do is riddle that street with five-five-six rounds and ask questions later. If you're going to do something...if they're going to do something, not only do you have my permission, you have my blessing..."
"The Chief is very busy," Vanderbilt said.
"Yes, I know that...busy scratching his head!" Chip yelled.
The other officer, Myers, said, "Look, Smith, don't be that way..."
"Alright, alright, but I have to get these people past the blockade and I can't do it without the Chief! The area is sealed off all the way around..."
Myers said, "Look, it dudn't matta whatcha think ya gotta do but we can't let'chu through."
Chip said, "Goddamn guys, look, I got August Rayne Smith and Edana McCarthy. I gotta get them down there!"
That changed things. Myers looked as Vanderbilt who made a strange face and asked, "You mean...like August from Central Park and Edana from TriBeCa; August and Edana...?"
"Yes, those two exactly..."
Vanderbilt said, "Damn, Smith... When you role you role heavy..."
Myers laughed and said, "Role wit da freaks..."
Chip said, "Hey, you watch that ship, officer. August is my niece... Just go get the Chief..."
Myers shoved his foot in his mouth and nodded his head. He left for a few minutes, there was yelling and then the Chief appeared. He looked like shit. Aside from the fact that he was balding and looked like he was eight instead of fifty-six. Too many long nights, too many tough cases and all the stale donuts, coffee and cigarettes that made a man a real man. The Chief thundered down the stairs of the Mobile Command HQ and waved Chip over as he turned toward the SWAT vehicle and continued walking. Before Chip and the others were ever close enough he began to say, "I'm only talking to you because I had to leave the HQ anyway. The mayor is breathing down my neck and the FBI and NSA are bringing in their guys. I don't like the FBI, Chip...and I know that you don't either. I like you, Chip, and you know that, so I'm going to hear you out. If it stops the FBI from sending Clark and Clark, which they always send, I'll be happy..."
Chip took a double step to catch up with the Chief as he rounded the FBI vehicle and the full spectrum of the collection of people could take affect. Chip looked over the mass of people and it nearly took his breath away. In fact, the Chief stopped and looked back toward him, asking, "Well..."
Chip shook his head, regaining focus and he said, "I want to send them down there. August, Edana and Alasdair McCarthy..."
The Chief burped out a sharp laugh and said, "Do you know what's going on down there? There is some little girl and a teenage kid fighting to the death with flying cars and busted fire hydrants and the life... I don't know what to do with this shit, Chip. The first SWAT formation we sent in was picked apart before they could even get into position. We put up snipers but all of them suffered from sever delusions and nosebleeds. We had men screaming about demons and monsters into their comms for ten minutes. Three of them drew their sidearms and shot themselves. You knot, Chip, I always thought that I lived in the real world. I believed that when I sat down in the evening with Gloria with a cup of tea and a good science fiction novel, what I was reading could never be real. If it would be, then I'd be long dead. But this, Chip, is tearing everything I know to pieces and tossing them in the sewers. There is nothing that we can do. The National Guard will be here soon and those Army boys, well, Chip, all they'll do is riddle that street with five-five-six rounds and ask questions later. If you're going to do something...if they're going to do something, not only do you have my permission, you have my blessing..."
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Finally she was back with her brother, her pillar of peace in times of turbulence. Already a weight lifted off of her just by being with him and as they walked back to a room that had another policeman, a young man and a young woman, she stuck close beside him. She figured maybe they wanted to question her about what had happened but the TV was on in the room, the news was playing and some man was talking about what had happened, about what she had done.
Electricity from her hands, that’s just absolutely ridiculous. She wanted to voice that she wasn’t some oddball to the other strangers in the room but she couldn’t take her attention away from the television for a second. As much as she didn’t want to believe what he was saying, she knew it was true. She had come to the conclusion herself in the ambulance that the release she felt was real so maybe she had produced electricity from her hands. Edie didn’t have any longer to ponder on the thought as the reporter came back on and the screen flashed to a horrifying scene in Times Square. Barely able to squeeze the words from her throat, she mumbled that it was her, the girl who had attacked her in TriBeCa. It was the same terrible little child, the one that was now causing all the carnage at Times Square was the one who had earlier flung cars at her as if it was as simple as kicking a pebble. The Lieutenant broke her attention from the news as he said they were all going, she couldn’t even force out a reason not to go before they were ushered outside into a vehicle and were on their way.
Times Square was utter chaos; it was the only way to describe it. Edana held tightly onto her brother’s hand as they were pulled through the check points until finally they came to a halt at a SWAT vehicle. It seemed after the Lieutenant mentioned her name and, August? The other woman’s name must be August, after he mentioned their names it was like a secret code word. However one of the men made a comment about them being freaks and she furrowed her brow angrily towards him, and mumbled “Bastard,” under her breath. It didn’t take long for them to be seen by the Chief who was the embodiment of stress it appeared and she could certainly understand that. They wanted to send all of them in though, send them in to fight HER?! What they hell were they expecting some kind of mutant throw down?! She didn’t even know what the hell had happened back at TriBeCa, she didn’t even know if she could do it again! Now they were sending them in to go toe to toe with that demon toddler again?! “Listen, I hate what that kid is doing but I have no idea what happened with me back at TriBeCa alright. I probably can’t even repeat what I did there! That little girl through fucking cars at me and apparently she can do more than that! I’m not exactly just jumping the gun to run in there with her! What are you expecting me to do sir? Shoot a lightning bolt from my nose?!” She squeezed her brother’s arm; her mind was panicking yet again at the thought of being faced with this monster once more.
Electricity from her hands, that’s just absolutely ridiculous. She wanted to voice that she wasn’t some oddball to the other strangers in the room but she couldn’t take her attention away from the television for a second. As much as she didn’t want to believe what he was saying, she knew it was true. She had come to the conclusion herself in the ambulance that the release she felt was real so maybe she had produced electricity from her hands. Edie didn’t have any longer to ponder on the thought as the reporter came back on and the screen flashed to a horrifying scene in Times Square. Barely able to squeeze the words from her throat, she mumbled that it was her, the girl who had attacked her in TriBeCa. It was the same terrible little child, the one that was now causing all the carnage at Times Square was the one who had earlier flung cars at her as if it was as simple as kicking a pebble. The Lieutenant broke her attention from the news as he said they were all going, she couldn’t even force out a reason not to go before they were ushered outside into a vehicle and were on their way.
Times Square was utter chaos; it was the only way to describe it. Edana held tightly onto her brother’s hand as they were pulled through the check points until finally they came to a halt at a SWAT vehicle. It seemed after the Lieutenant mentioned her name and, August? The other woman’s name must be August, after he mentioned their names it was like a secret code word. However one of the men made a comment about them being freaks and she furrowed her brow angrily towards him, and mumbled “Bastard,” under her breath. It didn’t take long for them to be seen by the Chief who was the embodiment of stress it appeared and she could certainly understand that. They wanted to send all of them in though, send them in to fight HER?! What they hell were they expecting some kind of mutant throw down?! She didn’t even know what the hell had happened back at TriBeCa, she didn’t even know if she could do it again! Now they were sending them in to go toe to toe with that demon toddler again?! “Listen, I hate what that kid is doing but I have no idea what happened with me back at TriBeCa alright. I probably can’t even repeat what I did there! That little girl through fucking cars at me and apparently she can do more than that! I’m not exactly just jumping the gun to run in there with her! What are you expecting me to do sir? Shoot a lightning bolt from my nose?!” She squeezed her brother’s arm; her mind was panicking yet again at the thought of being faced with this monster once more.
OOC Notes
*edit (ooc sorry first I posted before my sister did and then I forgot to post in the proper place)
OOC Notes
Everyone has gone mad Alasdair thought as they pushed their way through the seething mass of people. He was holding Edana's hand so they wouldn't lose each other as they moved through the chaos following the lieutenant. They finally managed to make it through the crowd only to be stopped by Vanderbilt and Myers. It took the officers pissing Chip off with a comment about August and his sister being freaks to make them listen. Alasdair clinched his fist hard enough to hurt making his fingers dig into his hand. He was a hard man to piss off but talking about his sister was one sure fire way to do it. The chief came down the step of the mobile HQ looking like he was about to have an aneurism from all of the stress. He started rambling and walking off forcing everyone to follow him to listen. Chip suggested that they send August, Edie, and him down to fight these lunatics with powers. He wasn't to keen on the idea and neither was his sister by the sounds of it as she told the lieutenant off and clutched his arm. Time to ask some questions " Sir I agree with my sister... we don't even know if she can do whatever the hell it was that she did back at tirbeca again, and I doubt your niece knows much about what she did to. Honestly I'm curious why your wanting to send me down there, I don't have any super powers or whatever you want to call it. I want to help in anyway I can but before me and my sister go down there on a suicide mission I would like to know what you are planning."
OOC Notes
This was going to be another one of those times when Gallardo Lucerne Guidry was going to go out with this family, act like he didn't want to go, and end up having more fun than anyone else...or so he thought. The events of the day were like normal. They went to the mall and shopped for a few small things, his sisters made Gallardo wear a "I Love SD" shirt, as if he were from out of town and they got smoothies before walking the park for a while. Their ultimate destination was the museum of man but they were almost there when Gallardo needed to sit down. He felt nauseous and his abdomen hurt. Mary and Rebecca suggested that he'd drank his smoothie too fast and hurt himself but he'd said that it was something else. He'd never felt a pain so severe. Mary suggested that they take him to the doctor and he agreed with her. As Mary and Rebecca got Gallardo to his feet, two woman called out to him by name. He stopped and looked there way. Mary asked, "Guilly, do you know them..."
Rebecca said, "They're both very pretty..."
Gallardo said, "No, I don't know either of them..."
The two women stopped near them and said, "Gallardo Guidry, right?"
Mary said, "Yeah, that's him... How do you know him, what do you want?"
The taller one said, "I'm Maya and this is Heather, we're here to save Gallardo's life..."
Rebecca started to pull Gallardo the other way as he said, "Wait, Rebecca... Maya, what are you talking about..."
"Guilly, they're scaring me, let's go!" Rebecca said.
Heather said, "See, Maya, I told you we should have gotten here earlier, they're freaking out. You told them Gallardo was going to die!"
Rebecca screamed, "What, he's going to die!"
Maya said, "I didn't tell them that he was going to die, you idiot, you just did!"
"Oh, damn..." Heather said and shook her head, "It matters not. Gallardo, you need to come with us. We're friends of your mother and father's..."
Gallardo pulled his arm away from Rebecca and said, "Mom and dad...really?"
"Yes, and you are in grave danger..." Maya said.
"It's too late..." Heather said amd she stretched her left arm down at her side.
Maya looked past Gallardo and the others at two mysterious figures came walking down the trail. "Gallardo...get behind me. Molly will kill me if you die.."
Blood began to leak from Heather's palm and she used her right hand to reach into her left palm and withdraw a stunning golden sword. Gallardo and the others exclaimed but Heather paid them no mind. "I didn't want to fight in public. This is bad...this is not incognito..."
Gallardo and his sisters were already confused and Mary was starting to cry as Gallardo tried to get some answers from Maya and Heather but it was too late, the men were already coming after them
Rebecca said, "They're both very pretty..."
Gallardo said, "No, I don't know either of them..."
The two women stopped near them and said, "Gallardo Guidry, right?"
Mary said, "Yeah, that's him... How do you know him, what do you want?"
The taller one said, "I'm Maya and this is Heather, we're here to save Gallardo's life..."
Rebecca started to pull Gallardo the other way as he said, "Wait, Rebecca... Maya, what are you talking about..."
"Guilly, they're scaring me, let's go!" Rebecca said.
Heather said, "See, Maya, I told you we should have gotten here earlier, they're freaking out. You told them Gallardo was going to die!"
Rebecca screamed, "What, he's going to die!"
Maya said, "I didn't tell them that he was going to die, you idiot, you just did!"
"Oh, damn..." Heather said and shook her head, "It matters not. Gallardo, you need to come with us. We're friends of your mother and father's..."
Gallardo pulled his arm away from Rebecca and said, "Mom and dad...really?"
"Yes, and you are in grave danger..." Maya said.
"It's too late..." Heather said amd she stretched her left arm down at her side.
Maya looked past Gallardo and the others at two mysterious figures came walking down the trail. "Gallardo...get behind me. Molly will kill me if you die.."
Blood began to leak from Heather's palm and she used her right hand to reach into her left palm and withdraw a stunning golden sword. Gallardo and the others exclaimed but Heather paid them no mind. "I didn't want to fight in public. This is bad...this is not incognito..."
Gallardo and his sisters were already confused and Mary was starting to cry as Gallardo tried to get some answers from Maya and Heather but it was too late, the men were already coming after them
OOC Notes
Nate leant back in his seat, a puzzled expression on his face. On the tray was his laptop, open, displaying a mess of lines and numbers and letters. To most, it would mean very little, looking like some kind of complicated technical drawing. To him it made almost perfect sense. Almost. It was a design he'd been working on for a while recently for a company his father had put him in touch with. This company, which was based in Dubai, was looking to turn Dubai into the new leading power of clean energy, with them at the forefront. They were looking into solar power, and after seeing a few of Nathans purely theoretical designs for a method of harvesting solar energy by directly using the photons emitted by the sun, rather than just having them knock electrons loose to be used as electricity, they had hired him to develop the designs for a full-scale operational machine. Although the work was absolutely fascinating, and held potential to be hugely groundbreaking and revolutionary to the way humans generate electricity, it was also incredibly frustrating. The main problem was in coming up with a cost-effective method of manipulating the photons themselves and using them as energy. Although he'd made a lot of progress over the last few months with this project (whenever he wasn't working on his university classes), for every problem he solved five more seemed to open up.
With an irritated sigh, he closed the laptop screen. He was just getting himself tense and stressed, he was not going to be making anymore progress without a clear head. He should be enjoying the fact that he was in business class now. He'd flown in economy class on more than enough dingy airplanes as a kid, compared to that this was luxury. Besides, if Nicole knew he was working now, when they were 'officially on vacation' she would kill him. He looked to his side, gazing at her fondly. She had gone to sleep, with the airplane blanket wrapped around her. She'd insisted on having the window seat (though as soon as they got on the airplane she closed the window so she didn't have the light on her while trying to sleep), and was now resting her head against it, fast asleep. Her brown hair was tied up into a knot, a faint smile on her lips. He was thrilled when she was able to come with them on their vacation to Tanzania. He had looked forward to showing her around one the kind of places he'd spent his childhood. Not the tourist spots where all the Mzungu's went, the backstreets and actual character of the place. It was her first time abroad, and she'd been super excited to be getting on such a large plane. He'd practicly grown up on planes (when he was lucky. Other times his parents decided to take car trips that lasted several times).
He was starting to have a hard time sharing her enthusiasm, or that of his parents for that matter, who were busily conversing in fluent Kiswahili to brush up, which he had refrained from for the sake of Nicole, who'd never even heard the language before. He'd started feeling very hot. But not clammy. Just very, very hot, as if he had an extremely high temperature. This was odd, because aside from the intese heat and a slight prickling in his finger tips, he felt fine. Maybe he'd just on the laptop too much. What he needed was a drink of water. Or, even better, just to splash some across his face. Or, better yet, to soak his face with a cloth dipped in cold water, like his mother had done for him when he was a child and came down with fever. Slipping out of his seat, gently so as not to wake Nicole, he started to walk back towards the nearest bathrooms. He was stopped in his tracks though, when a large man near the bathrooms slowly rose from his seat. It wasn't that he was the tallest, broadest person he'd ever seen. It wasn't that his hands were tensed by his side, as though he were about to make a lunge. It wasn't that his shirt strained against the most ridiculous muscles he'd ever seen. It was the eyes. When he lifted them, Nate had expected to see aggression. Greed. Maybe drunkeness. But he didn't see any of these in his eyes. He didn't see anything at all in his eyes. That's because he didn't see any eyes. The man didn't have any. In their place were empty sockets, with something - which, much to his horror, Nate realized to be maggots - moving aroundinside. This man was a living corpse. And he was walking right for Nate.
Nate's first reaction was to let this guy past, and not have anything to do with him. He slid into an empty row of chairs to give him space. This clearly wasn't going to happen though, as the man was making a bee-line directly for Nate. His second reaction was just to talk about it. As the man approached, he put up both hands, "Hey man, I just wanna say tha-". This immediately proved a mistake. The man, as it was, was a brilliant, eloquent speaker. With a single jab of his fist, he fired a repartee, then made sure to hammer across the point with an uppercut. His points were well spoken, and Nate couldn't deny them. In fact, he was particularly gripped by how persuasive the man was, as Nate was bodily lifted into the air and slammed to the ground. He hadn't even been able to get in a rebuttal by the time the man made his closing statement, one that took him off his feet and sent him flying back. On any ordinary day, Nate would have been out cold after the initial jab, and was now equally shocked by the strength of the man as at the fact that he was still concious. In fact, he was more aware of his ever increasing fever than the pain. He felt like he was burning up. He hardly noticed the shocked faces of the people around him as the man ripped an empty seat from the floor and flung it at him. This, he defintely noticed. The force of it carried him to the front of the plane and slammed him against the door to the cockpit. He looked up dazed, blood running down his face from a massive gash on his forehead. Behind the man, he could see the horrified expressions of his parents and Nicole, who had just woken up. The thought of this bastard free on a plane with them set his blood boiling, and his temperature rose ever higher, reaching unbearable heights. All of a sudden, the man was directly before him, a giant fist drawn back, ready to smash his head against the door. At that moment, Nate didn't feel fear. No, he felt anger. An intense, burning, furious hatred at this man, one so intense he felt as though he could lash out with it and smite him where he stands. As the fist came forward, Nate instinctively threw up his hands, though he knew they'd be useless. He braced for the impact of the fist, dreading the pain as it smashed his face apart.
But it never came. With a sudden, huge WHOOSH! twin fireballs erupted from his hands, slamming into the mans face, making him stumble back. Before Nate had a chance to wonder what happened, the man lunged forward, slamming a foot into Nate's stomach, knocking him through the cockpit doors and onto the contorls between the two pilots. Before he had a chance to fire off another shot, the man was there. He brought his two fists up, about to slam them down onto Nate. As he did this, Nate could just see past him into the crowd that was beginning to assemblea few feet outside the cockpit. At the front was Nicole, panic, fear and worry written across her face. He would never have imagined that that would be the last time he'd ever see her. But it was. The man's fists came down. Nate smashed further down onto the control panels. There was a sudden snap as a console beneath him snapped, before he got the worst shock of his life. Worse even then the time he'd accidently touched the electric fences at a wildlife park. His entire body tensed, and flames erupted outwards. They turned the cockpit into a giant furnace, melting the entire console and incinerating the two pilots and the strange man. It also propelled him forward, rocketing him straight through the windshield of the plane. He was sent spinning through the air, the flames around him rapidly growing bigger and hotter. As he spun, he caught glimpses of the plane on which his parent and girlfriend were on. The only people he'd known for more all his life, and the girl that he was about to propose to, were trapped on that airplane, which was rapidly going into a dive. He watched, horrified, as it outstripped him, flying down, down, down. There was nothing he could do. Suddenly, the entire thing crashed into ground, creating a huge explosion. Nate knew that no one could have survived that. Rage started building in him. As he fell the air became thicker, more rich with oxygen, and the flames grew ever hotter, ever more violent as did he. The entire way it fell, he'd been watching the plain in disbelief, yelling out "No..... NO...... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" with the wind whipping away his voice as he was powerless to stop it. He came plummeting to the ground, the fire starting to slow it down as it grew larger and larger, forming a huge fireball all around him. The hatred and rage that he felt mixed in with his grief and consumed him entirely. When he did crash to the sand, he was happy to let it take him. He didn't care. He was too wrapped up in grief. The fireball exploded on impact, whipping up sand and speading a great plane of glass for 100s of meters around him. Nathan was instantly unconscious. But the crash wasn't enough to kill him. The flames had slowed him down just enough. He was still alive for now.
With an irritated sigh, he closed the laptop screen. He was just getting himself tense and stressed, he was not going to be making anymore progress without a clear head. He should be enjoying the fact that he was in business class now. He'd flown in economy class on more than enough dingy airplanes as a kid, compared to that this was luxury. Besides, if Nicole knew he was working now, when they were 'officially on vacation' she would kill him. He looked to his side, gazing at her fondly. She had gone to sleep, with the airplane blanket wrapped around her. She'd insisted on having the window seat (though as soon as they got on the airplane she closed the window so she didn't have the light on her while trying to sleep), and was now resting her head against it, fast asleep. Her brown hair was tied up into a knot, a faint smile on her lips. He was thrilled when she was able to come with them on their vacation to Tanzania. He had looked forward to showing her around one the kind of places he'd spent his childhood. Not the tourist spots where all the Mzungu's went, the backstreets and actual character of the place. It was her first time abroad, and she'd been super excited to be getting on such a large plane. He'd practicly grown up on planes (when he was lucky. Other times his parents decided to take car trips that lasted several times).
He was starting to have a hard time sharing her enthusiasm, or that of his parents for that matter, who were busily conversing in fluent Kiswahili to brush up, which he had refrained from for the sake of Nicole, who'd never even heard the language before. He'd started feeling very hot. But not clammy. Just very, very hot, as if he had an extremely high temperature. This was odd, because aside from the intese heat and a slight prickling in his finger tips, he felt fine. Maybe he'd just on the laptop too much. What he needed was a drink of water. Or, even better, just to splash some across his face. Or, better yet, to soak his face with a cloth dipped in cold water, like his mother had done for him when he was a child and came down with fever. Slipping out of his seat, gently so as not to wake Nicole, he started to walk back towards the nearest bathrooms. He was stopped in his tracks though, when a large man near the bathrooms slowly rose from his seat. It wasn't that he was the tallest, broadest person he'd ever seen. It wasn't that his hands were tensed by his side, as though he were about to make a lunge. It wasn't that his shirt strained against the most ridiculous muscles he'd ever seen. It was the eyes. When he lifted them, Nate had expected to see aggression. Greed. Maybe drunkeness. But he didn't see any of these in his eyes. He didn't see anything at all in his eyes. That's because he didn't see any eyes. The man didn't have any. In their place were empty sockets, with something - which, much to his horror, Nate realized to be maggots - moving aroundinside. This man was a living corpse. And he was walking right for Nate.
Nate's first reaction was to let this guy past, and not have anything to do with him. He slid into an empty row of chairs to give him space. This clearly wasn't going to happen though, as the man was making a bee-line directly for Nate. His second reaction was just to talk about it. As the man approached, he put up both hands, "Hey man, I just wanna say tha-". This immediately proved a mistake. The man, as it was, was a brilliant, eloquent speaker. With a single jab of his fist, he fired a repartee, then made sure to hammer across the point with an uppercut. His points were well spoken, and Nate couldn't deny them. In fact, he was particularly gripped by how persuasive the man was, as Nate was bodily lifted into the air and slammed to the ground. He hadn't even been able to get in a rebuttal by the time the man made his closing statement, one that took him off his feet and sent him flying back. On any ordinary day, Nate would have been out cold after the initial jab, and was now equally shocked by the strength of the man as at the fact that he was still concious. In fact, he was more aware of his ever increasing fever than the pain. He felt like he was burning up. He hardly noticed the shocked faces of the people around him as the man ripped an empty seat from the floor and flung it at him. This, he defintely noticed. The force of it carried him to the front of the plane and slammed him against the door to the cockpit. He looked up dazed, blood running down his face from a massive gash on his forehead. Behind the man, he could see the horrified expressions of his parents and Nicole, who had just woken up. The thought of this bastard free on a plane with them set his blood boiling, and his temperature rose ever higher, reaching unbearable heights. All of a sudden, the man was directly before him, a giant fist drawn back, ready to smash his head against the door. At that moment, Nate didn't feel fear. No, he felt anger. An intense, burning, furious hatred at this man, one so intense he felt as though he could lash out with it and smite him where he stands. As the fist came forward, Nate instinctively threw up his hands, though he knew they'd be useless. He braced for the impact of the fist, dreading the pain as it smashed his face apart.
But it never came. With a sudden, huge WHOOSH! twin fireballs erupted from his hands, slamming into the mans face, making him stumble back. Before Nate had a chance to wonder what happened, the man lunged forward, slamming a foot into Nate's stomach, knocking him through the cockpit doors and onto the contorls between the two pilots. Before he had a chance to fire off another shot, the man was there. He brought his two fists up, about to slam them down onto Nate. As he did this, Nate could just see past him into the crowd that was beginning to assemblea few feet outside the cockpit. At the front was Nicole, panic, fear and worry written across her face. He would never have imagined that that would be the last time he'd ever see her. But it was. The man's fists came down. Nate smashed further down onto the control panels. There was a sudden snap as a console beneath him snapped, before he got the worst shock of his life. Worse even then the time he'd accidently touched the electric fences at a wildlife park. His entire body tensed, and flames erupted outwards. They turned the cockpit into a giant furnace, melting the entire console and incinerating the two pilots and the strange man. It also propelled him forward, rocketing him straight through the windshield of the plane. He was sent spinning through the air, the flames around him rapidly growing bigger and hotter. As he spun, he caught glimpses of the plane on which his parent and girlfriend were on. The only people he'd known for more all his life, and the girl that he was about to propose to, were trapped on that airplane, which was rapidly going into a dive. He watched, horrified, as it outstripped him, flying down, down, down. There was nothing he could do. Suddenly, the entire thing crashed into ground, creating a huge explosion. Nate knew that no one could have survived that. Rage started building in him. As he fell the air became thicker, more rich with oxygen, and the flames grew ever hotter, ever more violent as did he. The entire way it fell, he'd been watching the plain in disbelief, yelling out "No..... NO...... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" with the wind whipping away his voice as he was powerless to stop it. He came plummeting to the ground, the fire starting to slow it down as it grew larger and larger, forming a huge fireball all around him. The hatred and rage that he felt mixed in with his grief and consumed him entirely. When he did crash to the sand, he was happy to let it take him. He didn't care. He was too wrapped up in grief. The fireball exploded on impact, whipping up sand and speading a great plane of glass for 100s of meters around him. Nathan was instantly unconscious. But the crash wasn't enough to kill him. The flames had slowed him down just enough. He was still alive for now.
OOC Notes
August shook her head and said, "Chip, you can't expect us to go down there and die! I don't know what to do. I reacted and I'm sure that Edana did and though Alasdair's body talked to mine, he doesn't know what he's doing..."
"But you do, August..." Charles said.
August looked down at the boy and said, "Charles, I don't know what I'm doing. I don't understand what you want me to do..."
Charles squeezed August's hand as hard as he could and said, "Feel, Rainy, you just have to feel..."
"I can't, Charles. I can't feel anything..."
"You can, Rainy." Charles lifted his little left hand and pressed his index finger between August's breasts before drawing a line to her forehead. "You can feel, Rainy, just like I can..." Charles spread his fingers and ran his hand down August's face and said, "You just have to try...or Hunter is going to die..."
"Who is Hunter..." Chip asked.
The Chief chuckled and said, "The kid...the teenager down there that is apparently waving a round a flaming sword...his name is Hunter. He's in the database for a couple of petty crimes but if you, Smith, didn't know his name...then this kid here shouldn't either..."
Chip laughed lightly and looked toward August. "Can you do it...?"
"I don't think I can..." August said and looked into Charles' eyes. She said to him, "Can you go...?"
"I die if I go... You must go..."
August shook her head and said, "But...I don't know how to do what I did in the house, Charles..."
"Sure you do, Rainy, you just have to feel..."
"Okay..." August said. She looked toward her uncle and the Chief of police and said, "Okay, I'll go..."
The street lights were out, as the power had gone out long ago. She was between the crowd and the fighting and she felt lonelier now than she ever had in her entire life. When her parents passed, she'd felt indubitably lonely. What she needed was Charles to be a brother to her. He hadn't exactly known how. He didn't have anyone. Chip didn't understand her and Olivia was so disconnected from the world that she'd been impossible to talk to. That had been a painful loneliness and it had been very taxing to overcome. August had become much stronger for it. She'd wondered how much stronger she would become after facing this.
She neared the site of conflict and as she caught the young girl's attention, the young man, Hunter, was peeking himself out of a dent in the side of a taxicab. He fell to his knees and blood poured from his mouth as he slapped his hands to the ground and his sword fizzled into flames, dancing away on the wind as embers. his clothing was shredded and he looked as if he would fall dead at any minute but he began to crawl to his feet. August called to him, "I'm here to help you!" Hunter looked her way and she could see that blood was pouring down the left side of his face and that his right eye was blackened. He smiled and said, "That thing is in my sister's body and I want it out..."
"What thi-" August began to say but she would soon understand. There was a putrid black mist lingering around the body of the little girl. Her right arm had been stricken by the flaming blade and the wound was cauterized now but pulsating blackness was latching onto the wound. August took a step back as the girl smiled at her, showing blackened teeth. In a voice that sounded like glass sliding through phlegm, the small girl said, "Are you here to play too...?"
August clinched her fists and was ready to advance, not knowing exactly what to do, but Hunter was up and moving. He let the blade explode from his hands, took the handle in both hands and yelled as he ran toward the body of his sister. He yelled, "Leave my sister alone!" He drew the blade from his left side and the flames licked out at the girl, slashing into her chest and setting her chest ablaze. She took a quick step back and raised her right hand. Hunter was picked up from the ground where he ran. He began to scream as the girl squeezed her hand and blood squeezed from Hunter's wounds before fresh ones tore into his flesh and blood showered to the ground before the girl flung her hand downward and Hunter slammed into the earth with so much force that he cracked the concrete. Then, August was in the girl's face. She didn't know how, she didn't care; but she knew that she hadn't run. She was just there. She shoved a punch into the girl's chin and lifted her off of the ground. Behind them, Hunter was released from the death grip. But August wasn't done. Dashes of color began to shower away from August's hands with each blow as she walked the girl back with tremendous punches. She could feel her energy, she could feel that of Hunter's, fading; and she could feel the malignant energy permeating the body of this small girl. She took the girl by the neck and punched her in the belly before letting her go. The girl hovered for a second before August yelled, cringing, and blowing the girl away from her with an eruption of this rainbow-like pulsation of energy.
The girl hit the ground and skidded back, flipping as she went along. She came to a bloody stop and August stood there, watching, waiting. The girl began to laugh menacingly as she got to her feet. This was not the laugh of a girl. This was the laugh of something from far beyond. The laugh of a demon or monster but it was alien. The laugh was deep, guttural; shards of glass and grit sliding through slime and coagulated blood. The body shot rigid, the back arching, the head craned back; eyes, staring into the clouds. August's stomach turned as a huge bulge appeared in the girl's neck, almost as if it were feeling with air. The cyst-like growth exploded, blackened skin spraying onto the ground. Hunter screamed and ran for the girl but he was stopped by a burst of energy emitted from the child that took him off of his feet and threw him about one hundred feet away where he lost consciousness. August couldn't move as the energy that she felt from the body began to sky rocket. She was in trouble.
A long, sinewy black claw shot out of the hole in the girl's neck and began to grasp at the air, blood sliding over the long nails, falling to the concrete. The claw swung upward and angled down to the face. the nails grabbed flesh, tearing it away from bone and ripping it away and as the neck became a gaping wound, another claw jutted toward the sky. Both claws groped the air and finally found their way to the shoulders before they began to push the shoulders down, literally tearing the girl's body away as if she were a wet suit. The creature within was made of this disgusting black goop that congealed into a being, a body much too large to have fit in such a small body. A three foot tall frame turned into a 7 foot tall being made of dripping back goop. Red veins ran along the outside of the blackness and thin green eyes opened in the head and then two more opened in the face at the front of an elongated, disproportionate head. A slit appeared near the chin of the thing and stretched from cheek to cheek before red gums showed and this black, slimy flesh rolled away as thin lips opened to show rows of thin, sharp black teeth. the beast was taking its time with its first breath of life before it stretched its arms out at its sides and roared with such ferocity that what glass was left intact exploded out toward the street. the monster set its sight on August. It growled low in its chest and blackened wings exploded away from the creature and it exploded toward August with so much force that the wall behind it, the face of One Times Square, buckled inward.
"But you do, August..." Charles said.
August looked down at the boy and said, "Charles, I don't know what I'm doing. I don't understand what you want me to do..."
Charles squeezed August's hand as hard as he could and said, "Feel, Rainy, you just have to feel..."
"I can't, Charles. I can't feel anything..."
"You can, Rainy." Charles lifted his little left hand and pressed his index finger between August's breasts before drawing a line to her forehead. "You can feel, Rainy, just like I can..." Charles spread his fingers and ran his hand down August's face and said, "You just have to try...or Hunter is going to die..."
"Who is Hunter..." Chip asked.
The Chief chuckled and said, "The kid...the teenager down there that is apparently waving a round a flaming sword...his name is Hunter. He's in the database for a couple of petty crimes but if you, Smith, didn't know his name...then this kid here shouldn't either..."
Chip laughed lightly and looked toward August. "Can you do it...?"
"I don't think I can..." August said and looked into Charles' eyes. She said to him, "Can you go...?"
"I die if I go... You must go..."
August shook her head and said, "But...I don't know how to do what I did in the house, Charles..."
"Sure you do, Rainy, you just have to feel..."
"Okay..." August said. She looked toward her uncle and the Chief of police and said, "Okay, I'll go..."
The street lights were out, as the power had gone out long ago. She was between the crowd and the fighting and she felt lonelier now than she ever had in her entire life. When her parents passed, she'd felt indubitably lonely. What she needed was Charles to be a brother to her. He hadn't exactly known how. He didn't have anyone. Chip didn't understand her and Olivia was so disconnected from the world that she'd been impossible to talk to. That had been a painful loneliness and it had been very taxing to overcome. August had become much stronger for it. She'd wondered how much stronger she would become after facing this.
She neared the site of conflict and as she caught the young girl's attention, the young man, Hunter, was peeking himself out of a dent in the side of a taxicab. He fell to his knees and blood poured from his mouth as he slapped his hands to the ground and his sword fizzled into flames, dancing away on the wind as embers. his clothing was shredded and he looked as if he would fall dead at any minute but he began to crawl to his feet. August called to him, "I'm here to help you!" Hunter looked her way and she could see that blood was pouring down the left side of his face and that his right eye was blackened. He smiled and said, "That thing is in my sister's body and I want it out..."
"What thi-" August began to say but she would soon understand. There was a putrid black mist lingering around the body of the little girl. Her right arm had been stricken by the flaming blade and the wound was cauterized now but pulsating blackness was latching onto the wound. August took a step back as the girl smiled at her, showing blackened teeth. In a voice that sounded like glass sliding through phlegm, the small girl said, "Are you here to play too...?"
August clinched her fists and was ready to advance, not knowing exactly what to do, but Hunter was up and moving. He let the blade explode from his hands, took the handle in both hands and yelled as he ran toward the body of his sister. He yelled, "Leave my sister alone!" He drew the blade from his left side and the flames licked out at the girl, slashing into her chest and setting her chest ablaze. She took a quick step back and raised her right hand. Hunter was picked up from the ground where he ran. He began to scream as the girl squeezed her hand and blood squeezed from Hunter's wounds before fresh ones tore into his flesh and blood showered to the ground before the girl flung her hand downward and Hunter slammed into the earth with so much force that he cracked the concrete. Then, August was in the girl's face. She didn't know how, she didn't care; but she knew that she hadn't run. She was just there. She shoved a punch into the girl's chin and lifted her off of the ground. Behind them, Hunter was released from the death grip. But August wasn't done. Dashes of color began to shower away from August's hands with each blow as she walked the girl back with tremendous punches. She could feel her energy, she could feel that of Hunter's, fading; and she could feel the malignant energy permeating the body of this small girl. She took the girl by the neck and punched her in the belly before letting her go. The girl hovered for a second before August yelled, cringing, and blowing the girl away from her with an eruption of this rainbow-like pulsation of energy.
The girl hit the ground and skidded back, flipping as she went along. She came to a bloody stop and August stood there, watching, waiting. The girl began to laugh menacingly as she got to her feet. This was not the laugh of a girl. This was the laugh of something from far beyond. The laugh of a demon or monster but it was alien. The laugh was deep, guttural; shards of glass and grit sliding through slime and coagulated blood. The body shot rigid, the back arching, the head craned back; eyes, staring into the clouds. August's stomach turned as a huge bulge appeared in the girl's neck, almost as if it were feeling with air. The cyst-like growth exploded, blackened skin spraying onto the ground. Hunter screamed and ran for the girl but he was stopped by a burst of energy emitted from the child that took him off of his feet and threw him about one hundred feet away where he lost consciousness. August couldn't move as the energy that she felt from the body began to sky rocket. She was in trouble.
A long, sinewy black claw shot out of the hole in the girl's neck and began to grasp at the air, blood sliding over the long nails, falling to the concrete. The claw swung upward and angled down to the face. the nails grabbed flesh, tearing it away from bone and ripping it away and as the neck became a gaping wound, another claw jutted toward the sky. Both claws groped the air and finally found their way to the shoulders before they began to push the shoulders down, literally tearing the girl's body away as if she were a wet suit. The creature within was made of this disgusting black goop that congealed into a being, a body much too large to have fit in such a small body. A three foot tall frame turned into a 7 foot tall being made of dripping back goop. Red veins ran along the outside of the blackness and thin green eyes opened in the head and then two more opened in the face at the front of an elongated, disproportionate head. A slit appeared near the chin of the thing and stretched from cheek to cheek before red gums showed and this black, slimy flesh rolled away as thin lips opened to show rows of thin, sharp black teeth. the beast was taking its time with its first breath of life before it stretched its arms out at its sides and roared with such ferocity that what glass was left intact exploded out toward the street. the monster set its sight on August. It growled low in its chest and blackened wings exploded away from the creature and it exploded toward August with so much force that the wall behind it, the face of One Times Square, buckled inward.
OOC Notes
Balboa Park…Not too shabby, not too shabby at all.
Passing beneath the pleasant shade of the trees and surrounded by the smell of grass and life Alexis continued deeper into the great park, further and further from the noise and chaos of the main roads. It was so nice out here in the open air, with the slightest hint of a breeze, and birds chirping from the tree branches. For all the advantages of a roof, kitchen, and temperature controlled rooms, an apartment could never beat the natural tranquility of the outdoors.
But it wasn’t just the fresh air, the soft warmth of the sun at his back, or the rhythmic pounding his feet against pavement. Alexis felt alive, so incredibly alive, as if the whole world was just this bright, incredible place. Like a park in the summer months, or a peaceful glade by a creek, just, wonderful. As if nothing could possibly go wrong.
Wow, this place is definitely messing with my head. Haha, Nietzsche would be proud. I feel like a hermit on a mountain, ready to spread my wisdom to the world; A world that doesn’t want it. Go me.
A hint of a grin flashing across his face Alexis rounded a corner, passing a few fellow joggers and barely dodging a pair of teenagers on roller-skates. Catching his balance with surprising ease Alexis headed down the path towards an intersection. The pair that were walking quickly along the path dwarfed the average Olympic weightlifter, and moved with the type of purpose that just screams “Mess with me, I dare you.” To think that even monstrously huge bodyguards could enjoy the peace of the park in between breaking heads, now that was a nice thought. His gaze slipping to further down the path as he passed the hulking pair, Alexis didn’t quite know what hit him in the moments to come: other than pavement of course.
His landing seemed soft, especially for concrete, and even more so for the twenty odd feet he seemed to have gone. Shakily getting to his feet, Alexis looked around. He’d only lightly skinned his elbow, but his back hurt like he’d been nailed by a baseball. Turning back to the path behind him Alexis’ face was introduced to the “baseball” his back had met moments earlier, and the ringing in his head proved to be an excellent cure for the pain in his back. Skidding back entirely too far, and spending an oddly extended amount of time in the air for a punch that hadn’t broken his neck, Alexis found himself on his back, staring up into the sky.
Wow, this is a dream. I’m probably passed out on my bed in boring, humid, Illinois. Or maybe I’m dead…Heaven is weird…
His head hurt, his back hurt, and he’d definitely had his ass handed to him by a random stranger for no obvious reason. But Alexis felt great, just about the best he had in months. The clouds slowly drifted along the sky, and a cool breeze gently passed through the blades of grass around him.
Blocking out the sky entirely a hulking figure soon dominated Alexis’s view. The behemoth of a man standing above him didn’t look down on him in anger, or triumph, or even mockery. He didn’t really look at Alexis at all, just stared out at him through blackness that took the place of eyes.
Too bad he isn’t as light as a cloud. This guy could really use that.
Watching curiously Alexis didn’t even flinch as a fist came plummeting down at him. This was just a dream after-all. His suspicions were confirmed when the fist stopped inches short of his face, and the beast of a man soon flew up into the sky, like a rock falling upwards.
Yet as the man flew higher into the sky Alexis’ mind seemed to tear open, a splitting headache nearly redding out his vision. This wasn’t right. Dreams weren’t supposed to hurt, his back shouldn't hurt, his head shouldn’t hurt, and how could he possibly have a headache in a dream? There were screams in the background, the tranquility was gone: something was wrong.
Snapping back to reality Alexis’ vision cleared in time to see the boulder of a man come plummeting down towards him. Rolling to the side in time to see the man crush a deep imprint into the grass as he landed at an awkward angle Alexis was on his feet in an instant, ready to sprint away at a moment’s notice.
How is this possible? What is happening to me?
Passing beneath the pleasant shade of the trees and surrounded by the smell of grass and life Alexis continued deeper into the great park, further and further from the noise and chaos of the main roads. It was so nice out here in the open air, with the slightest hint of a breeze, and birds chirping from the tree branches. For all the advantages of a roof, kitchen, and temperature controlled rooms, an apartment could never beat the natural tranquility of the outdoors.
But it wasn’t just the fresh air, the soft warmth of the sun at his back, or the rhythmic pounding his feet against pavement. Alexis felt alive, so incredibly alive, as if the whole world was just this bright, incredible place. Like a park in the summer months, or a peaceful glade by a creek, just, wonderful. As if nothing could possibly go wrong.
Wow, this place is definitely messing with my head. Haha, Nietzsche would be proud. I feel like a hermit on a mountain, ready to spread my wisdom to the world; A world that doesn’t want it. Go me.
A hint of a grin flashing across his face Alexis rounded a corner, passing a few fellow joggers and barely dodging a pair of teenagers on roller-skates. Catching his balance with surprising ease Alexis headed down the path towards an intersection. The pair that were walking quickly along the path dwarfed the average Olympic weightlifter, and moved with the type of purpose that just screams “Mess with me, I dare you.” To think that even monstrously huge bodyguards could enjoy the peace of the park in between breaking heads, now that was a nice thought. His gaze slipping to further down the path as he passed the hulking pair, Alexis didn’t quite know what hit him in the moments to come: other than pavement of course.
His landing seemed soft, especially for concrete, and even more so for the twenty odd feet he seemed to have gone. Shakily getting to his feet, Alexis looked around. He’d only lightly skinned his elbow, but his back hurt like he’d been nailed by a baseball. Turning back to the path behind him Alexis’ face was introduced to the “baseball” his back had met moments earlier, and the ringing in his head proved to be an excellent cure for the pain in his back. Skidding back entirely too far, and spending an oddly extended amount of time in the air for a punch that hadn’t broken his neck, Alexis found himself on his back, staring up into the sky.
Wow, this is a dream. I’m probably passed out on my bed in boring, humid, Illinois. Or maybe I’m dead…Heaven is weird…
His head hurt, his back hurt, and he’d definitely had his ass handed to him by a random stranger for no obvious reason. But Alexis felt great, just about the best he had in months. The clouds slowly drifted along the sky, and a cool breeze gently passed through the blades of grass around him.
Blocking out the sky entirely a hulking figure soon dominated Alexis’s view. The behemoth of a man standing above him didn’t look down on him in anger, or triumph, or even mockery. He didn’t really look at Alexis at all, just stared out at him through blackness that took the place of eyes.
Too bad he isn’t as light as a cloud. This guy could really use that.
Watching curiously Alexis didn’t even flinch as a fist came plummeting down at him. This was just a dream after-all. His suspicions were confirmed when the fist stopped inches short of his face, and the beast of a man soon flew up into the sky, like a rock falling upwards.
Yet as the man flew higher into the sky Alexis’ mind seemed to tear open, a splitting headache nearly redding out his vision. This wasn’t right. Dreams weren’t supposed to hurt, his back shouldn't hurt, his head shouldn’t hurt, and how could he possibly have a headache in a dream? There were screams in the background, the tranquility was gone: something was wrong.
Snapping back to reality Alexis’ vision cleared in time to see the boulder of a man come plummeting down towards him. Rolling to the side in time to see the man crush a deep imprint into the grass as he landed at an awkward angle Alexis was on his feet in an instant, ready to sprint away at a moment’s notice.
How is this possible? What is happening to me?
OOC Notes
Sam stood next to what he assumed was the car he had been called out to fix. It was an old Mustang at least mid-sixty’s. It was also thoroughly beyond repair because the front end was caved in all the way to the windshield as though the driver had taken it right into a tree. Upon closer inspection though, Sam didn’t find any branches or leaves. He found blood spattered across what had once been a matte black hood. There was blood but there was no body and there was no driver. This left a nagging question in his mind. Who had made the call?
Pulling out his cellphone he was about to call 911 and try to explain what he was looking at when he heard screams from the park. He dialed the number and set the phone down. The GPS chip would guide the police to the scene if they cared enough to look.
Ever since his seventeenth birthday Sam’s natural instinct for fight or flight had been broken. There was no flight. Ever since he had been run out by his drunken father screams and violence drew Sam like iron to a lodestone. This was different though, this was a call that sang in his blood. The feeling of liveliness he had felt all morning spiked and twisted and before he knew it he was running toward the screams.
Surging over a small hill the rape or gang violence he had expected to see gave way to a woman fending off two monstrous men with a golden sword. Somehow it didn’t matter, somehow it added to the thrill he was feeling. He doubted the knife he carried would be of any use but he wouldn’t walk away.
It was standing still looking on that Sam first noticed the fog coalescing in the air in front of his face. Looking away from the golden sword he eyed the sun. It was bright and warm like every other day in San Diego. Why in the hell was his breath fogging?
Another scream came from one of the girls and it drove the thought from his mind. Moving towards the fight he vaulted a low wall and ran through the fountain jets spraying up from the ground. As he passed through the jets the water crystalized and fell as icicles and shattered. Reaching out curiously Sam formed his hand into a fist around one of the jets. It hardened in his grip until he was holding a spear of ice taller than he was.
High school flashed back to him with the enforced PE. The javelin throw had been a part of it. Drawing his arm back Sam hurled the frozen spear with all his strength. He didn’t even wait to see if it hit one of the men before taking two more spears in his hands. He couldn’t explain what he was doing but it felt right and he loved the feeling of power coursing through his veins. Hurling two more he made a third spear and began to charge.
Pulling out his cellphone he was about to call 911 and try to explain what he was looking at when he heard screams from the park. He dialed the number and set the phone down. The GPS chip would guide the police to the scene if they cared enough to look.
Ever since his seventeenth birthday Sam’s natural instinct for fight or flight had been broken. There was no flight. Ever since he had been run out by his drunken father screams and violence drew Sam like iron to a lodestone. This was different though, this was a call that sang in his blood. The feeling of liveliness he had felt all morning spiked and twisted and before he knew it he was running toward the screams.
Surging over a small hill the rape or gang violence he had expected to see gave way to a woman fending off two monstrous men with a golden sword. Somehow it didn’t matter, somehow it added to the thrill he was feeling. He doubted the knife he carried would be of any use but he wouldn’t walk away.
It was standing still looking on that Sam first noticed the fog coalescing in the air in front of his face. Looking away from the golden sword he eyed the sun. It was bright and warm like every other day in San Diego. Why in the hell was his breath fogging?
Another scream came from one of the girls and it drove the thought from his mind. Moving towards the fight he vaulted a low wall and ran through the fountain jets spraying up from the ground. As he passed through the jets the water crystalized and fell as icicles and shattered. Reaching out curiously Sam formed his hand into a fist around one of the jets. It hardened in his grip until he was holding a spear of ice taller than he was.
High school flashed back to him with the enforced PE. The javelin throw had been a part of it. Drawing his arm back Sam hurled the frozen spear with all his strength. He didn’t even wait to see if it hit one of the men before taking two more spears in his hands. He couldn’t explain what he was doing but it felt right and he loved the feeling of power coursing through his veins. Hurling two more he made a third spear and began to charge.
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Re: [OOC] ALL PLAYERS NEED TO LOOK AT THIS!!!
So.... I am just going to assume that the rp is dead and gone now? though why it died so suddenly is a mystery.
Re: [OOC] ALL PLAYERS NEED TO LOOK AT THIS!!!
Sorry I haven't posted in a while, i've been busy Gming my now Rp
[OOC] Combat!
Okay, we're going to clear some things up here. I know that most people that role play are accustom to combat where you must post and either wait for a GM response or allow your opponent to avoid or counter your actions. This course of action will normally result in a GM deciding who is the winner of the battle based on creativity, writing capabilities and general positioning of the characters. Or at least that is how it should work.
If Junpei jumps into the air and swings down then he may be left open if he misses the blow. Say he was aiming for his opponent's left shoulder. His opponent is Clive. Clive steps to his right and avoids the blow. Then, he attempts to slash upwards, carving Junpei from navel to chin. Sorry Junpei, you're dead.
this is the combat that most players on this site will be accustom to. It is familiar, it can be fun as long as you're not going up against that one douche bag that can do everything... Anyway; we're not going to fight this way unless we're fighting one another.
There will be times when we will take one another on because there will be a good side and a bad side so to speak.
If not, then we will be fighting Shades. They will either be sealed in a human body or they will be released which is when they rip the skin off and use coagulated blood as their own "flesh". The enemies are yours to fight.
I want you to have the freedom to ensure that you don't need to worry about waiting for Rico over there to post. I dislike seeing a talented writer create a dynamic, interesting and well-crafted attack only for Rico to post "Decatur dodges the blow and punches at Marcus' face."
Of course, this GM is most likely going to allow the blow to land anyway but I just became bored and disappointed because Rico decided that he was going to be a terrible writer and an all-around piece of shit.
I want you all to be able to form fast-paced, fun combat scenes with a dynamic feel to them. i want you to craft movie scenes. We're playing roles, not fighting one another. There is a little Colosseum dilly-dally for that. You can control Shades in combat as if they are your character. Create entertaining fights and show us what you can do. There are very few rules that you must follow and they are:
1. Follow the laws suggested by your powers. Understand that the Shades use pressurized bursts of energy as their main form of attack and they all use an Edge weapon that technically does the same thing. As we progress, there will be Shades with varying abilities. For now, they will use concussive energy.
2. Be fair to your enemy. If our heroes didn't suffer a wound or two then we wouldn't give a shit about them. Let the enemy hit you every once in a while, allow your attacks to miss. There are walls and cars and buses and light poles to get tossed into, use them. Don't be a chump. If you walk all over an enemy no one will care and you won't be proving that you can write dynamic fight scenes; you'll be emulating Goku in Super Saiyan... I don't want that shit here.
3. Refrain from killing an enemy. This should be common sense. Sometimes I need them to tell the story. I will PM you if I want you to kill a Shade.
4. Please be creative. Let your character flip around if their abilities dictate that they should be able to. Have some fun, mix it up. Be descriptive, let us watch what you're writing as if we're seeing a film. use those onomatopoeic words. If you're having a hard time then just watch was I do, watch the way that Captain Cheesesticks writes. Guru101 is pretty good at what he does, so are triton187 and Mr. Clean. It never hurts to get pointers and tips from other writers. If you are so conceited that you can't learn from others then you should not be writing.
5. Leave openings for the next writer. this is pretty simple.
Syam's grip on her blade was weakening. Blood trickled down her forehead from a gash beneath her hair, blood muddling her vision, running past her nose. The smell of her own blood drove Syam crazy; she was out for it. The shade ahead of her flung blood from his blade and looked toward her before the earth behind him was torn away. To encompass so much speed, to effect his surrounds so was uncanny. He slammed into Syam with enough force to destroy the wall thirty feet beyond her but she stood her ground, their blades meeting. Electrical discharge danced between them as they engaged in a power struggle. Her feet firmly planted on the ground; she was befuddled, unable to understand how this Shade could generate so much power, as he'd yet to touch his feet to the ground, still applying to much energy that he was hovering above the crackling concrete. Syam pressed her left foot, cracking the street before she flicked her blade down, causing the Shade to drop, his blade sliding past hers, slamming into the blacktop. She slammed an elbow into the monster's face and it retorted, slamming the back of its hand into her cheek. It exerted suck strength as to fling her into the building behind her. But someone would come to her rescue....
Anyone can take this opening now but you must-
6. Refresh before you post. Duh. Don't create story gaps by kicking an enemy into a wall that can't be done so to. Copy your text, refresh and then post. Some of these posts can take twenty minutes to craft. Just be certain that no one dropped 200 words in the time it took you to shit out 1000.
And that is about it. Any questions, ask them here...
If Junpei jumps into the air and swings down then he may be left open if he misses the blow. Say he was aiming for his opponent's left shoulder. His opponent is Clive. Clive steps to his right and avoids the blow. Then, he attempts to slash upwards, carving Junpei from navel to chin. Sorry Junpei, you're dead.
this is the combat that most players on this site will be accustom to. It is familiar, it can be fun as long as you're not going up against that one douche bag that can do everything... Anyway; we're not going to fight this way unless we're fighting one another.
There will be times when we will take one another on because there will be a good side and a bad side so to speak.
If not, then we will be fighting Shades. They will either be sealed in a human body or they will be released which is when they rip the skin off and use coagulated blood as their own "flesh". The enemies are yours to fight.
I want you to have the freedom to ensure that you don't need to worry about waiting for Rico over there to post. I dislike seeing a talented writer create a dynamic, interesting and well-crafted attack only for Rico to post "Decatur dodges the blow and punches at Marcus' face."
Of course, this GM is most likely going to allow the blow to land anyway but I just became bored and disappointed because Rico decided that he was going to be a terrible writer and an all-around piece of shit.
I want you all to be able to form fast-paced, fun combat scenes with a dynamic feel to them. i want you to craft movie scenes. We're playing roles, not fighting one another. There is a little Colosseum dilly-dally for that. You can control Shades in combat as if they are your character. Create entertaining fights and show us what you can do. There are very few rules that you must follow and they are:
1. Follow the laws suggested by your powers. Understand that the Shades use pressurized bursts of energy as their main form of attack and they all use an Edge weapon that technically does the same thing. As we progress, there will be Shades with varying abilities. For now, they will use concussive energy.
2. Be fair to your enemy. If our heroes didn't suffer a wound or two then we wouldn't give a shit about them. Let the enemy hit you every once in a while, allow your attacks to miss. There are walls and cars and buses and light poles to get tossed into, use them. Don't be a chump. If you walk all over an enemy no one will care and you won't be proving that you can write dynamic fight scenes; you'll be emulating Goku in Super Saiyan... I don't want that shit here.
3. Refrain from killing an enemy. This should be common sense. Sometimes I need them to tell the story. I will PM you if I want you to kill a Shade.
4. Please be creative. Let your character flip around if their abilities dictate that they should be able to. Have some fun, mix it up. Be descriptive, let us watch what you're writing as if we're seeing a film. use those onomatopoeic words. If you're having a hard time then just watch was I do, watch the way that Captain Cheesesticks writes. Guru101 is pretty good at what he does, so are triton187 and Mr. Clean. It never hurts to get pointers and tips from other writers. If you are so conceited that you can't learn from others then you should not be writing.
5. Leave openings for the next writer. this is pretty simple.
Syam's grip on her blade was weakening. Blood trickled down her forehead from a gash beneath her hair, blood muddling her vision, running past her nose. The smell of her own blood drove Syam crazy; she was out for it. The shade ahead of her flung blood from his blade and looked toward her before the earth behind him was torn away. To encompass so much speed, to effect his surrounds so was uncanny. He slammed into Syam with enough force to destroy the wall thirty feet beyond her but she stood her ground, their blades meeting. Electrical discharge danced between them as they engaged in a power struggle. Her feet firmly planted on the ground; she was befuddled, unable to understand how this Shade could generate so much power, as he'd yet to touch his feet to the ground, still applying to much energy that he was hovering above the crackling concrete. Syam pressed her left foot, cracking the street before she flicked her blade down, causing the Shade to drop, his blade sliding past hers, slamming into the blacktop. She slammed an elbow into the monster's face and it retorted, slamming the back of its hand into her cheek. It exerted suck strength as to fling her into the building behind her. But someone would come to her rescue....
Anyone can take this opening now but you must-
6. Refresh before you post. Duh. Don't create story gaps by kicking an enemy into a wall that can't be done so to. Copy your text, refresh and then post. Some of these posts can take twenty minutes to craft. Just be certain that no one dropped 200 words in the time it took you to shit out 1000.
And that is about it. Any questions, ask them here...
[OOC] A&E Glossary
Aura (field): The Aura is a field of energy that surrounds a human being. This field of protective energy also surrounds Shades, the primary enemies of humans with Aura and Edge powers. The Aura can be suggested as an essence of energy or a coating of energy and has varying effects. The main effect that an Aura encompasses is the generation of an extra-dimensional atmosphere.
Edge users are also wrapped in this field of energy. The Aura plays a different role between Auras and Edges and even more so with each Aura. In regard to Edges, the Aura that surrounds them is more for protection than anything else. It exists so that if an Edge (or Aura) would be thrown through a wall or against an automobile or something to this effect, they would be protected from normal injury. The impact still hurts, but the user is protected from major damages that would normally be sustained. If the Aura is damaged too much then it will allow for greater injuries to be sustained. It will regenerate over time. Some field regenerate faster than other.
For Auras, the Aura is their power. With each Aura, their field plays a different role. Without their Aura fields, some users would simply be killed by their own powers or not have any at all. The easiest explanation of an Aura is that of Flame Burst Body. The body of the Aura user produces hydrogen, a highly flammable element. The Aura not only ignites this element, but it protects the user from the flames and it allows them to control the amount of hydrogen produced and the intensity and heat generation of the Aura itself. Because of the effects of the fields, most Aura users don’t obtain great physical enhancements. There are, on the other hand, Aura users that have great physical enhancements but they tend to have weak energy manipulation.
Aura (user): An “Aura” is a being (human) that utilizes an Aura (field) to fight and to protect them.
Edge (weapon): Edge is a colloquial term given to the bladed weapons that humans generate with the extra-dimensional abilities in question. They have varying effects and offer greater physical enhancements than an Aura (field) would. Though Edge users are shrouded in Auras as well, they are mainly in effect to protect he Edge user. Edge weapons also cut through Auras.
Edge (user) An “Edge” is a being (human) that utilizes an Edge (weapon) to fight and to protect them.
Clairvoyant: Though Clairvoyants are Auras in essence, they are no stronger or faster than regular humans. They have varying extrasensory abilities but all of them share the ability to see visions. Most of them are of the future and the visions come in flashes. They tend to aid Auras and Edges to avert disasters and to save Releasers. They can see too many visions at once and it can muddle their thoughts, confusing them. None of them are perfect at what they do.
Atmosphere: An atmosphere is a layer of gases that may surround a material body of sufficient mass, and that is held in place by the gravity of the body. An atmosphere may be retained for a longer duration, if the gravity is high and the atmosphere's temperature is low. Some planets consist mainly of various gases, but only their outer layer is their atmosphere. In the case of Auras and Edges, the Aura (field) is an atmosphere of extra-dimensional energy. Not only does it protect the user as an atmosphere would do for a planetary body, diffusing harmful rays and protecting from heat, but it allows the user to utilize the physics existing in an extra-dimensional plain. It not for this, the Aura and Edge users would not be able to perform their duties the way that they do. It is not completely understood how the atmosphere produces this effect but it is relative (but still dissimilar) to a bubble of gas wrapped around a body placed in water. It would displace the water, first of all, and secondly, the air would soon run out and the bubble would pop or collapse as a result of the pressure the water would exert.
In the case of these atmospheres, the water would suffer from transformation as opposed to displacement. Instead of the bubble moving the water in order to make room, it transforms the water that it would have displaced into the bubble itself. During this transformation, the water would now take upon characteristics of the bubble; in this case, the characteristics of an atmosphere from a dimension where the physics and chemistry would work differently. Still, pressure would be exerted upon the bubble and without pressure exerted against that of the body of water (earth’s atmosphere), the bubble (Aura atmosphere) would still collapse. These atmospheres do atmospheric pressure and it pushes outward, thwarting that which would threaten to crush it. Physics still reacts normally outside of the atmospheres and remains generally unaffected.
Atmospheric Pressure: Atmospheric pressure is the force per unit area exerted against a surface by the weight of air above that surface in the Earth's atmosphere. In most circumstances atmospheric pressure is closely approximated by the hydrostatic pressure caused by the weight of air above the measurement point. Low pressure areas have less atmospheric mass above their location, whereas high pressure areas have more atmospheric mass above their location. In these terms, it would be suggested that the atmosphere of an Aura or Edge user would exert pressure upon them. This is not the case. The pressure is actually exerted away from the user in a spherical representation of their overall strength, abilities, control therein and the tenacity of their atmosphere. Some users and especially Shades can exert such great pressure that they can bring other users to their knees in close proximity. Pressure exerted can disrupt the pressure of weaker users and swell, pushing the pressure bad toward the user. At this point, the atmospheric pressure would indeed be exerted upon the user and their own pressure would hinder them. An Aura user’s pressurization can also effect the speed with which their waves move and propagate.
Waves and Wave Propagation: In mathematics and science, a wave is a disturbance that travels through space and time, usually accompanied by the transfer of energy.
Waves travel and the wave motion transfers energy from one point to another, often with no permanent displacement of the particles of the medium—that is, with little or no associated mass transport. We’re going to go back to our body of water here. If you place a cork atop this body of water it will bob in place, causing waves to spread away from it but the cork will move very little. In this case, the cork will displace water. If the water is brimming within a container and you push the cork down, the downward force with produce energy and the waves released, however weak, will cause water to spill from the container. If we add the bubble of gas around the cork then water will spill free before we even push the cork down. Instead though, the bubble causes a chemical change and the water becomes this bubble, taking its characteristics. Now, we are left with our bobbing cork creating small waves. Each bob creates waves that are equally spaced apart. The propagation here is the direction the waves travel. They spread from the cork in a circular pattern. For Auras and Edges that produce and control wave-like energy, they can usually choose their propagation. The propagation varies greatly as well, as a user may generate waves in a field, in a longitudinal pattern or a transverse pattern.
Longitudinal waves follow the direction of their medium, i.e. an Aura user releasing a wave of flames from their hands. These waves always need to be aimed.
Transverse waves follow a perpendicular track, i.e. an Aura user releasing sound waves in a sphere. These waves can simply be released and tend to hit all targets in a 360 degree area.
Wave Propagation distance and speed: The propagation speed herein is the speed with which waves propagate. Waves can propagate so quickly that they spread in proverbial swells and in the case of Auras and Edges, hit with great frequency, giving a target very little time to recuperate. As these waves travel so quickly, they tend to be weaker as they must take less time to be created. Quick propagation can be overwhelming more than anything else, not allowing a target to generate their waves or effects to stop the propagation. These waves tend to travel a shorter distance before dying out. This is much like Rainbow.
Waves that propagate slowly not only have more space between them but are more akin to pulsations, as they tend to propagate in one, powerful, spherical or dome-like burst. These waves are much more powerful and they carry a lot more force. They are easier to avoid but they are less likely to be stopped. Because of their nature and how much power they carry, slower waves tend to move a further distance and actually gather strength as they move, propelled by a secondary force. This is much like Decibel.
The speed with which waves propagate can have an effect on the distance between waves but the relationship should not be focused upon because there are exceptions and they tend to take precedent. Ten waves spreading from a medium may have ten feet between them and be moving at seventy miles per hour. Ten waves spreading from a medium may also have three feet between each and be moving at twenty miles per hour. This simply means that the waves that are further apart will arrive at a target area faster but the space between will give the intended target time to avoid the next wave. The waves moving at twenty miles an hour will strike a target much later but once the waves arrive, they will have very little hope of avoiding them. In regard to distance, the waves with more distance between them may very well move faster but the closer waves will technically be met by the faster waves and for each close wave, a faster wave will be halted. That is, assuming the waves are of equal strength. The distance between the faster waves may be the deciding factor in this battle of waves if the slower waves reach their target with more waves intact because more of them were generated in the same amount of time.
It does not matter how close my waves have propagated if I can’t have them reach you in time. Remember, a massive wave moving at a constant speed, holding its form and initial energy transference will break down smaller, closely generated waves but the smaller, weaker waves can be created more often and with less effort. Enough of them could very well stop the large wave which has propagated in a way where it more closely resembles a pulsation (only because it returns to the user). There is still the overall strength of the Aura or Edge in question. The nature of the waves is also important. Flames aren’t going to stop sound waves but a wall of rocks with S-Waves transferred throughout them very well could disrupt the sound waves.
Sealed (Auras and Edges): When a user is sealed it means that their powers are still sealed away and are waiting to be released. Interaction with a Shade will cause an Aura or Edge to release their powers.
Sealed (Shades): Sealed Shades are still trapped in their host bodies and are not ready to release and become a full Shade. It is a lengthy process for the Shades to integrate themselves into the host body and completely ready the body for transformation. The natural appearance of Shades is still a mystery.
Release and Initial Releasing (Auras and Edges): A Released Aura or Edge is a user that has control (however slight) of their powers and is no longer sealed. Shades tend to hunt Sealed users in order to kill them before their powers can release. In most cases this results in an Initial Release. Some user can wield their full power with their Initial Release because it is a protective, instinctive full release of capabilities in order for the user to simply survive. In most instances, the user must thrive to control their powers at a level that matches their Initial Release.
Release (Shade): When the host body is ready, the Shade has integrated with the body in entirety. All traces of human life and the electrical impulses that sustained it are gone. The Shade then turns the coagulated blood into its flesh and it literally strips the flesh away as if it had been a suit. It stretches the bones to its specifications and uses the muscles along with the coagulated blood. Shades appear as sinewy figures with reddish-brown flesh. They have a vary number of eyes from one strip-like eye to six insect-like somniferous eyes and their heads are elongated, as they stretch the skull as well. They also vary in structure and adornment, as some of them have clawed feet and some have hooves; some have humanoid hands and long nails and some simply have claws instead of fingertips. Their faces are also plain, simply lined with a straight mouth with no lips and their eyes.
All Shades have Aura powers and an Edge. Most of their Edges are generic and produce pressurized blasts or explosive energy. Their Aura abilities are as diverse as that of men.
To Be Continued...
Edge users are also wrapped in this field of energy. The Aura plays a different role between Auras and Edges and even more so with each Aura. In regard to Edges, the Aura that surrounds them is more for protection than anything else. It exists so that if an Edge (or Aura) would be thrown through a wall or against an automobile or something to this effect, they would be protected from normal injury. The impact still hurts, but the user is protected from major damages that would normally be sustained. If the Aura is damaged too much then it will allow for greater injuries to be sustained. It will regenerate over time. Some field regenerate faster than other.
For Auras, the Aura is their power. With each Aura, their field plays a different role. Without their Aura fields, some users would simply be killed by their own powers or not have any at all. The easiest explanation of an Aura is that of Flame Burst Body. The body of the Aura user produces hydrogen, a highly flammable element. The Aura not only ignites this element, but it protects the user from the flames and it allows them to control the amount of hydrogen produced and the intensity and heat generation of the Aura itself. Because of the effects of the fields, most Aura users don’t obtain great physical enhancements. There are, on the other hand, Aura users that have great physical enhancements but they tend to have weak energy manipulation.
Aura (user): An “Aura” is a being (human) that utilizes an Aura (field) to fight and to protect them.
Edge (weapon): Edge is a colloquial term given to the bladed weapons that humans generate with the extra-dimensional abilities in question. They have varying effects and offer greater physical enhancements than an Aura (field) would. Though Edge users are shrouded in Auras as well, they are mainly in effect to protect he Edge user. Edge weapons also cut through Auras.
Edge (user) An “Edge” is a being (human) that utilizes an Edge (weapon) to fight and to protect them.
Clairvoyant: Though Clairvoyants are Auras in essence, they are no stronger or faster than regular humans. They have varying extrasensory abilities but all of them share the ability to see visions. Most of them are of the future and the visions come in flashes. They tend to aid Auras and Edges to avert disasters and to save Releasers. They can see too many visions at once and it can muddle their thoughts, confusing them. None of them are perfect at what they do.
Atmosphere: An atmosphere is a layer of gases that may surround a material body of sufficient mass, and that is held in place by the gravity of the body. An atmosphere may be retained for a longer duration, if the gravity is high and the atmosphere's temperature is low. Some planets consist mainly of various gases, but only their outer layer is their atmosphere. In the case of Auras and Edges, the Aura (field) is an atmosphere of extra-dimensional energy. Not only does it protect the user as an atmosphere would do for a planetary body, diffusing harmful rays and protecting from heat, but it allows the user to utilize the physics existing in an extra-dimensional plain. It not for this, the Aura and Edge users would not be able to perform their duties the way that they do. It is not completely understood how the atmosphere produces this effect but it is relative (but still dissimilar) to a bubble of gas wrapped around a body placed in water. It would displace the water, first of all, and secondly, the air would soon run out and the bubble would pop or collapse as a result of the pressure the water would exert.
In the case of these atmospheres, the water would suffer from transformation as opposed to displacement. Instead of the bubble moving the water in order to make room, it transforms the water that it would have displaced into the bubble itself. During this transformation, the water would now take upon characteristics of the bubble; in this case, the characteristics of an atmosphere from a dimension where the physics and chemistry would work differently. Still, pressure would be exerted upon the bubble and without pressure exerted against that of the body of water (earth’s atmosphere), the bubble (Aura atmosphere) would still collapse. These atmospheres do atmospheric pressure and it pushes outward, thwarting that which would threaten to crush it. Physics still reacts normally outside of the atmospheres and remains generally unaffected.
Atmospheric Pressure: Atmospheric pressure is the force per unit area exerted against a surface by the weight of air above that surface in the Earth's atmosphere. In most circumstances atmospheric pressure is closely approximated by the hydrostatic pressure caused by the weight of air above the measurement point. Low pressure areas have less atmospheric mass above their location, whereas high pressure areas have more atmospheric mass above their location. In these terms, it would be suggested that the atmosphere of an Aura or Edge user would exert pressure upon them. This is not the case. The pressure is actually exerted away from the user in a spherical representation of their overall strength, abilities, control therein and the tenacity of their atmosphere. Some users and especially Shades can exert such great pressure that they can bring other users to their knees in close proximity. Pressure exerted can disrupt the pressure of weaker users and swell, pushing the pressure bad toward the user. At this point, the atmospheric pressure would indeed be exerted upon the user and their own pressure would hinder them. An Aura user’s pressurization can also effect the speed with which their waves move and propagate.
Waves and Wave Propagation: In mathematics and science, a wave is a disturbance that travels through space and time, usually accompanied by the transfer of energy.
Waves travel and the wave motion transfers energy from one point to another, often with no permanent displacement of the particles of the medium—that is, with little or no associated mass transport. We’re going to go back to our body of water here. If you place a cork atop this body of water it will bob in place, causing waves to spread away from it but the cork will move very little. In this case, the cork will displace water. If the water is brimming within a container and you push the cork down, the downward force with produce energy and the waves released, however weak, will cause water to spill from the container. If we add the bubble of gas around the cork then water will spill free before we even push the cork down. Instead though, the bubble causes a chemical change and the water becomes this bubble, taking its characteristics. Now, we are left with our bobbing cork creating small waves. Each bob creates waves that are equally spaced apart. The propagation here is the direction the waves travel. They spread from the cork in a circular pattern. For Auras and Edges that produce and control wave-like energy, they can usually choose their propagation. The propagation varies greatly as well, as a user may generate waves in a field, in a longitudinal pattern or a transverse pattern.
Longitudinal waves follow the direction of their medium, i.e. an Aura user releasing a wave of flames from their hands. These waves always need to be aimed.
Transverse waves follow a perpendicular track, i.e. an Aura user releasing sound waves in a sphere. These waves can simply be released and tend to hit all targets in a 360 degree area.
Wave Propagation distance and speed: The propagation speed herein is the speed with which waves propagate. Waves can propagate so quickly that they spread in proverbial swells and in the case of Auras and Edges, hit with great frequency, giving a target very little time to recuperate. As these waves travel so quickly, they tend to be weaker as they must take less time to be created. Quick propagation can be overwhelming more than anything else, not allowing a target to generate their waves or effects to stop the propagation. These waves tend to travel a shorter distance before dying out. This is much like Rainbow.
Waves that propagate slowly not only have more space between them but are more akin to pulsations, as they tend to propagate in one, powerful, spherical or dome-like burst. These waves are much more powerful and they carry a lot more force. They are easier to avoid but they are less likely to be stopped. Because of their nature and how much power they carry, slower waves tend to move a further distance and actually gather strength as they move, propelled by a secondary force. This is much like Decibel.
The speed with which waves propagate can have an effect on the distance between waves but the relationship should not be focused upon because there are exceptions and they tend to take precedent. Ten waves spreading from a medium may have ten feet between them and be moving at seventy miles per hour. Ten waves spreading from a medium may also have three feet between each and be moving at twenty miles per hour. This simply means that the waves that are further apart will arrive at a target area faster but the space between will give the intended target time to avoid the next wave. The waves moving at twenty miles an hour will strike a target much later but once the waves arrive, they will have very little hope of avoiding them. In regard to distance, the waves with more distance between them may very well move faster but the closer waves will technically be met by the faster waves and for each close wave, a faster wave will be halted. That is, assuming the waves are of equal strength. The distance between the faster waves may be the deciding factor in this battle of waves if the slower waves reach their target with more waves intact because more of them were generated in the same amount of time.
It does not matter how close my waves have propagated if I can’t have them reach you in time. Remember, a massive wave moving at a constant speed, holding its form and initial energy transference will break down smaller, closely generated waves but the smaller, weaker waves can be created more often and with less effort. Enough of them could very well stop the large wave which has propagated in a way where it more closely resembles a pulsation (only because it returns to the user). There is still the overall strength of the Aura or Edge in question. The nature of the waves is also important. Flames aren’t going to stop sound waves but a wall of rocks with S-Waves transferred throughout them very well could disrupt the sound waves.
Sealed (Auras and Edges): When a user is sealed it means that their powers are still sealed away and are waiting to be released. Interaction with a Shade will cause an Aura or Edge to release their powers.
Sealed (Shades): Sealed Shades are still trapped in their host bodies and are not ready to release and become a full Shade. It is a lengthy process for the Shades to integrate themselves into the host body and completely ready the body for transformation. The natural appearance of Shades is still a mystery.
Release and Initial Releasing (Auras and Edges): A Released Aura or Edge is a user that has control (however slight) of their powers and is no longer sealed. Shades tend to hunt Sealed users in order to kill them before their powers can release. In most cases this results in an Initial Release. Some user can wield their full power with their Initial Release because it is a protective, instinctive full release of capabilities in order for the user to simply survive. In most instances, the user must thrive to control their powers at a level that matches their Initial Release.
Release (Shade): When the host body is ready, the Shade has integrated with the body in entirety. All traces of human life and the electrical impulses that sustained it are gone. The Shade then turns the coagulated blood into its flesh and it literally strips the flesh away as if it had been a suit. It stretches the bones to its specifications and uses the muscles along with the coagulated blood. Shades appear as sinewy figures with reddish-brown flesh. They have a vary number of eyes from one strip-like eye to six insect-like somniferous eyes and their heads are elongated, as they stretch the skull as well. They also vary in structure and adornment, as some of them have clawed feet and some have hooves; some have humanoid hands and long nails and some simply have claws instead of fingertips. Their faces are also plain, simply lined with a straight mouth with no lips and their eyes.
All Shades have Aura powers and an Edge. Most of their Edges are generic and produce pressurized blasts or explosive energy. Their Aura abilities are as diverse as that of men.
To Be Continued...
Re: [OOC] ALL PLAYERS NEED TO LOOK AT THIS!!!
Same as the above - no PMing for me yet. You received my character earlier. I was wondering if you though that the character would be good for a rogue character, or a standard character. If so, what do you prefer I play? I think the speed/photon one doesn't fit the character, and I know that I'd play the nuclear fission poorly(IE. Blow up the entire world). So I was wondering what you would prefer. I could easily do one of those minor characters with a lesser power. If so, what are my options?
Re: [OOC] ALL PLAYERS NEED TO LOOK AT THIS!!!
Same as the above - no PMing for me yet. You received my character earlier. I was wondering if you though that the character would be good for a rogue character, or a standard character. If so, what do you prefer I play? I think the speed/photon one doesn't fit the character, and I know that I'd play the nuclear fission poorly(IE. Blow up the entire world). So I was wondering what you would prefer. I could easily do one of those minor characters with a lesser power. If so, what are my options?
Speed Fists (DarknessofaMind)
NSA Official Ability Title: Speed Fists
Strength rating: 6 (Progressive)
Speed: 6 (Progressive)
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 8 (Accumulative). Speed Fists varies from Speedster as it does not emphasize running or passive movement. Speed Fists manifests as a combat driven Aura ability. The user is able to utilize heightened bursts of speed in order to avoid attacks and counter in response to them. Dodging increases the speed and physical output of resulting attacks. Dodging is a passive, natural ability driven by awareness parameters but attacking is voluntary.
The Aura has an extrasensory spatial awareness which works as radar so that attacks can be registered from all sides of the body in order for high-speed dodging to be active. Extrasensory visual input is also a passive ability and it allows the user to learn their opponent’s fighting capabilities as they engage in combat.
Even if the Aura is hit by an attack once, they will reflect on the landing blow and will not likely be injured by the same attack. Extrasensory input also pertains to learning wayward skills, as in being able to watch a program or video of skills within the Aura’s means and memorize them. This relates to, perhaps, watching a Jackie Chan movie and being able to replicate the attacks and styles of martial arts used therein. This can work with almost all active media including movies, web videos and television programs as well as active combat scenarios that may be a martial arts competition or mixed martial arts or wrestling match. The skills learned must be within the Aura’s parameters. This would mean that learning the skills used by a Shade would be out of the Aura’s grasp because of their ability to fly and use Edge weapons in most cases. Watching a Shade wield a weapon would yield an awareness and understanding of this Shade’s stance, style and speed and strength output. With every battle, the Aura learns and becomes more suited for combat. That is why all of the statistics are either Progressive or Accumulative.
Flight: No (The Aura can become so powerful and well-versed that dodging attacks becomes more akin to teleportation. The distance of this movement is centered on the assailant.)
Energy Manipulation: 1. Speed Fists is a combat driven Aura ability which focuses on the user increasing their speed and strength capabilities. There is little energy to manipulate aside from that exerted when attacking.
Redirection: Low
Alignment: Defensive/Physical
What can be done: The Aura can assess the abilities of an opponent with extraordinary speed and stark understanding. Once an attack has been viewed, the Aura will be less likely to fail against it. If a blow is landed by the assailant, it is almost certain that the attack will not strike again. Almost any form of natural (physical) combat can be viewed and learned instantaneously. The Aura is capable of applying intense speed output and physical combat abilities. Attacking is more powerful after dodging, as physical output is increased by the burst of speed. The Aura can dodge most attacks, especially after surveying an enemy. Physical output, though not the most powerful effect of Speed Fists, is still high enough for major physical feats to be accomplished. The user has the highest expansion rate available, as training can be finished in moments instead of weeks. The extrasensory effect will pick up long-range teleportees. Distant propagation effects can be dodged (Freezing and Sound waves).
What can’t be done: The Aura cannot progressively create skills. They must be learned from a medium (not a psychic). The Aura cannot learn how to manipulate energy or produce it by watching the actions. The user cannot dodge long range projectiles, i.e. energy waves, photon emissions and particle beams.
Strength rating: 6 (Progressive)
Speed: 6 (Progressive)
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 8 (Accumulative). Speed Fists varies from Speedster as it does not emphasize running or passive movement. Speed Fists manifests as a combat driven Aura ability. The user is able to utilize heightened bursts of speed in order to avoid attacks and counter in response to them. Dodging increases the speed and physical output of resulting attacks. Dodging is a passive, natural ability driven by awareness parameters but attacking is voluntary.
The Aura has an extrasensory spatial awareness which works as radar so that attacks can be registered from all sides of the body in order for high-speed dodging to be active. Extrasensory visual input is also a passive ability and it allows the user to learn their opponent’s fighting capabilities as they engage in combat.
Even if the Aura is hit by an attack once, they will reflect on the landing blow and will not likely be injured by the same attack. Extrasensory input also pertains to learning wayward skills, as in being able to watch a program or video of skills within the Aura’s means and memorize them. This relates to, perhaps, watching a Jackie Chan movie and being able to replicate the attacks and styles of martial arts used therein. This can work with almost all active media including movies, web videos and television programs as well as active combat scenarios that may be a martial arts competition or mixed martial arts or wrestling match. The skills learned must be within the Aura’s parameters. This would mean that learning the skills used by a Shade would be out of the Aura’s grasp because of their ability to fly and use Edge weapons in most cases. Watching a Shade wield a weapon would yield an awareness and understanding of this Shade’s stance, style and speed and strength output. With every battle, the Aura learns and becomes more suited for combat. That is why all of the statistics are either Progressive or Accumulative.
Flight: No (The Aura can become so powerful and well-versed that dodging attacks becomes more akin to teleportation. The distance of this movement is centered on the assailant.)
Energy Manipulation: 1. Speed Fists is a combat driven Aura ability which focuses on the user increasing their speed and strength capabilities. There is little energy to manipulate aside from that exerted when attacking.
Redirection: Low
Alignment: Defensive/Physical
What can be done: The Aura can assess the abilities of an opponent with extraordinary speed and stark understanding. Once an attack has been viewed, the Aura will be less likely to fail against it. If a blow is landed by the assailant, it is almost certain that the attack will not strike again. Almost any form of natural (physical) combat can be viewed and learned instantaneously. The Aura is capable of applying intense speed output and physical combat abilities. Attacking is more powerful after dodging, as physical output is increased by the burst of speed. The Aura can dodge most attacks, especially after surveying an enemy. Physical output, though not the most powerful effect of Speed Fists, is still high enough for major physical feats to be accomplished. The user has the highest expansion rate available, as training can be finished in moments instead of weeks. The extrasensory effect will pick up long-range teleportees. Distant propagation effects can be dodged (Freezing and Sound waves).
What can’t be done: The Aura cannot progressively create skills. They must be learned from a medium (not a psychic). The Aura cannot learn how to manipulate energy or produce it by watching the actions. The user cannot dodge long range projectiles, i.e. energy waves, photon emissions and particle beams.
Plague Edge
NSA Official Ability Title: Plague Edge
Strength rating: 9
Speed: 8
Aura/Edge: Edge
Power Manifestation: 8. Plague Edge is a menacingly green, sick-looking edge weapon. It seems to permeate a purplish tinge of mist. Plague edge finds an organisms opposing element with the first blow delivered. Each subsequent blow administers a small dose of that opposing element until lethal dosage is reached and the body simply dies of being poisoned. Small doses will simply be cleansed by the body, as Auras and Edges cannot remain sick. Their immune systems are multiplied by 10.
Flight: No
Energy Manipulation: 1. Don’t even think about it. That’s not what this is for.
Redirection: Low. The blade can deflect some forms of energy but not many.
Alignment: Offensive/Physical
What can be done: The blade will learn an organism’s opposing element, i.e. arsenic to carbon, and poison the body with that element with each slash. The doses are small but after enough blows, the enemy will become poisoned and slowly lose its ability to function, let alone fight. Heightened senses, combat abilities and the other attributes of an Edge are available. The entire skill is passive.
What can’t be done: If it’s not listed, it can’t be done. This is a combat weapon.
Strength rating: 9
Speed: 8
Aura/Edge: Edge
Power Manifestation: 8. Plague Edge is a menacingly green, sick-looking edge weapon. It seems to permeate a purplish tinge of mist. Plague edge finds an organisms opposing element with the first blow delivered. Each subsequent blow administers a small dose of that opposing element until lethal dosage is reached and the body simply dies of being poisoned. Small doses will simply be cleansed by the body, as Auras and Edges cannot remain sick. Their immune systems are multiplied by 10.
Flight: No
Energy Manipulation: 1. Don’t even think about it. That’s not what this is for.
Redirection: Low. The blade can deflect some forms of energy but not many.
Alignment: Offensive/Physical
What can be done: The blade will learn an organism’s opposing element, i.e. arsenic to carbon, and poison the body with that element with each slash. The doses are small but after enough blows, the enemy will become poisoned and slowly lose its ability to function, let alone fight. Heightened senses, combat abilities and the other attributes of an Edge are available. The entire skill is passive.
What can’t be done: If it’s not listed, it can’t be done. This is a combat weapon.
Typhon
NSA Official Ability Title: Typhon
Strength rating: 2/10+ (Partial Bide and Decibel effects)
Speed: 3/8.5
Aura/Edge: Aura (Extra-Dimensional Being)
Power Manifestation: 10+ Typhon manifests as a 6’6 tall creature. Even at that height he is hunched over, his back seemingly always bent. He is covered in a thick fur (which would suggest that he is mammalian) but his face is very reptilian (closet resembling an alligator with a stubbed nose). The fur coating seems to coat with a glistening, slimy film of liquid. It is speculated that the fluid someone how cloaks Typhon in the day time.
The creature is as fast as some of the more powerful Auras. It is also very much life a familiar, as it is sentient but always acts to protect the user and it WILL NOT stray too far from her. The user never speaks to Typhon which would suggest a telepathic link between the two. His feet are oversized and much like those of a reptile. Typhon had a prehensile tail that it seems to use for balance, especially when running, because of its bad posture. Its legs are always bent slightly at the knees and its arms hang down below them. It has one foot long claws that resemble metal and they turn red when the creature slashes. It has been documented as slicing claw marks into brick and steel with ease, leaving clear slices as if these objects were paper.
Flight: No/Yes (The creature will sprout wings much later. It can, of course, carry the user.)
Energy Manipulation: 5. there is not much energy to manipulate. He does have a weaker form of Bide which allows him to absorb kinetic energy and transfer it to physical energy, making his attacks and other physical actions more effective. Even with this half-Bide, for Typhon, manipulating energy just isn’t his strong suit. He can stop some forms of energy with his roar. The roar has very close sound waves and they can cancel out most waves.
Redirection: High. Though the manipulation is low, Typhon has his own Aura and it is much more powerful than the user’s. He can redirect lots of energy types. As with most powers, wave propagation is key.
Alignment: Neutral/Psychic-Physical
What can be done: Gravitational energy should not be used against Typhon. It seems that the gravity where he is from is at least 30 times more powerful than our own. This creature can bound incredibly high because of that. Typhon is very fast, very strong and can take a beating. Its claws superheat when it wants them to and they can slash right through some opposing forms. Water will not cool the claws, it will just evaporate. The creature tends not to tell the user what they need to know because it doesn’t know how to react to a person. So the creature will not tell the user that it can fly. They will simply have to learn this and it will take a while. Typhon’s roar is a weaker version of Decibel and he absorbs physical damage akin to Bide. He also has the healing ability offered through Bide but his is more powerful simply because he has his own. If Typhon is destroyed the user will feel it but Typhon will slowly regenerate. If the user dies though, Typhon will die shortly after. The claws can combat Edge weapons.
What can’t be done: Typhon cannot use his Decibel ability to stop light, Decibel itself or Rainbow. Cannot match speeds with speedster and going up against Arc Wolf is a NO NO! The film on Typhon DOES conduct electricity.
Strength rating: 2/10+ (Partial Bide and Decibel effects)
Speed: 3/8.5
Aura/Edge: Aura (Extra-Dimensional Being)
Power Manifestation: 10+ Typhon manifests as a 6’6 tall creature. Even at that height he is hunched over, his back seemingly always bent. He is covered in a thick fur (which would suggest that he is mammalian) but his face is very reptilian (closet resembling an alligator with a stubbed nose). The fur coating seems to coat with a glistening, slimy film of liquid. It is speculated that the fluid someone how cloaks Typhon in the day time.
The creature is as fast as some of the more powerful Auras. It is also very much life a familiar, as it is sentient but always acts to protect the user and it WILL NOT stray too far from her. The user never speaks to Typhon which would suggest a telepathic link between the two. His feet are oversized and much like those of a reptile. Typhon had a prehensile tail that it seems to use for balance, especially when running, because of its bad posture. Its legs are always bent slightly at the knees and its arms hang down below them. It has one foot long claws that resemble metal and they turn red when the creature slashes. It has been documented as slicing claw marks into brick and steel with ease, leaving clear slices as if these objects were paper.
Flight: No/Yes (The creature will sprout wings much later. It can, of course, carry the user.)
Energy Manipulation: 5. there is not much energy to manipulate. He does have a weaker form of Bide which allows him to absorb kinetic energy and transfer it to physical energy, making his attacks and other physical actions more effective. Even with this half-Bide, for Typhon, manipulating energy just isn’t his strong suit. He can stop some forms of energy with his roar. The roar has very close sound waves and they can cancel out most waves.
Redirection: High. Though the manipulation is low, Typhon has his own Aura and it is much more powerful than the user’s. He can redirect lots of energy types. As with most powers, wave propagation is key.
Alignment: Neutral/Psychic-Physical
What can be done: Gravitational energy should not be used against Typhon. It seems that the gravity where he is from is at least 30 times more powerful than our own. This creature can bound incredibly high because of that. Typhon is very fast, very strong and can take a beating. Its claws superheat when it wants them to and they can slash right through some opposing forms. Water will not cool the claws, it will just evaporate. The creature tends not to tell the user what they need to know because it doesn’t know how to react to a person. So the creature will not tell the user that it can fly. They will simply have to learn this and it will take a while. Typhon’s roar is a weaker version of Decibel and he absorbs physical damage akin to Bide. He also has the healing ability offered through Bide but his is more powerful simply because he has his own. If Typhon is destroyed the user will feel it but Typhon will slowly regenerate. If the user dies though, Typhon will die shortly after. The claws can combat Edge weapons.
What can’t be done: Typhon cannot use his Decibel ability to stop light, Decibel itself or Rainbow. Cannot match speeds with speedster and going up against Arc Wolf is a NO NO! The film on Typhon DOES conduct electricity.
[OOC] Aura and Edge Summary
Well the tale started in New York with a woman named August Rayne Smith and her young, autistic brother Charles Smith being attacked in their apartment north of Central Park by a large man with completely black eyes and superhuman strength Her powers awakened and she managed to blow the man's arm off with manifested energy and throw him out of a sixth story window.
Her uncle, Chip, works at the 25th police precinct and had August brought to his station by pulling some strings.
Forensic scientists found that the blood left on-scene was already coagulated and it suggested that the man had been dead for at least three days already. The man also simply got up and left, pulling himself from the Porsche that he landed on top of.
In TriBeCa, New York, a woman named Edana McCarthy was attacked by a little girl that seemingly picked up cars with her mind and threw them at Edana but she proved to have electrical powers that manifested from her body. She blew up an automobile but the small child disappeared as Edana collapsed.
Chip called in Alasdair McCarthy before that happened because he needed some detectives he could trust. When Alasdair and August met, she freaked out and admitted that Alasdair's boy had talked to hers and it made her reacted violently.
Connie, Chip's right hand woman came with news of the event in TriBeCa and when Chip found out that Edana was Alasdair's sister, he moved forward with getting her brought to the precinct before being taken to the hospice.
Chip got his fingers dirty and called a few friends, tapping into all of his unpaid favors and got Edana brought to the 25th precinct in order to meet August. As she arrived, news began to circulate about a strange event taking place at Times Square where a young man was supposedly fighting a small girl with powers much like those reported from TriBeCa.
Chip, Alasdair, August, Charles, Connie and Edana all quickly went down to Times Square in a Dodge Durango and witnessed he event with thousands of people. After talking to the Chief, who was unconvinced of August and the others' involvement, was convinced, just as the others, when Charles began to say strange things, making August believe that she could fend off the threat. This made the chief give the go-ahead and August made the trek alone, willing to fight off this little girl. After a struggle and after Edana and Alasdair joined August in the battle, the little girl nearly killed her original assailant who happened to be her brother. The girl had been missing for three years and still looked the same as she had when she disappeared. The young man was killed the in process of combat but August and the others managed to nearly defeat the girl before a clawed paw-like hand shot from the girl's neck and another from her face. The hands literally peeled her skin away from her bones and the blackened coagulated blood in her body became an oily, sickened flesh that comprised a creature that they would later learn was called a Shade. After a tough battle and August showing a glimpse of untold power, they managed to defeat the creature.
The Chief and Chip called in a favor, procured a chopper and flew August and the others to a safe house in Hoboken, New Jersey.
This was at about 8 p.m.
In San Diego, at about 5 p.m., a young man named Gallardo Guidry was spending time at Balboa Park with his sisters when women named Maya and Heather came to Gallardo and told him that he was going to be in grave danger if he didn't leave the park with them. Maya and Heather, not too good with words, excited his sisters so that they began to panic and within wasting time, two figures with elaborate powers attacked. A strange battle took place, as Samuel Chambers and Alexis Black found their way to the battle and they were suffering from dealing with freshly released powers. The enemies were defeated with a degree of difficulty and when the police began to arrive, Maya and Heather learned that they needed a way out very quickly.
Now, we skip to the Sahara desert. A young man named Nathan Gray found himself combating a powerful enemy on a jet liner flying from Egypt to the Americas when his powers released. His power, Flame Burst Body, allowed him to engulf his body in flames. Within doing so, he destroyed the jet, killed his family and his enemy all in one instance. he was hurled from the jet but his powers saved his life, slowing him before he slammed into the desert but the impact released an instinctual blast of flames that transformed a large portion of the desert into glass.
Fearing that the man would be found, Isis Negredeaux, an Aura living in Cairo, Egypt, went into the desert to found Alasdair. Her powers are Black, allowing her to control the darkness as a physical entity and to teleport from darkness to darkness. She gathered Nathan, covered herself ina specially made cloak and teleported them to her house, as she always keeps it dark. When Alasdair awakened in Isis' home, he was not happy and she had to explain to him that they are Auras adn Edges, humans who have developed abilities based on the laws of physics, chemistry, physiology and other applied sciences. Her explanation was not that great, as not even Auras and Edges that have had their powers since 1985 know where they come from or what they actually are. Then, she got a phone call. It was Maya, in San Diego, needing a way to escape the city. So, Isis went for Maya, Heather, Alex, Sam, Gallardo. Mary and Rebecca and teleported all of them to Paris, France.
In Paris, Maya and Heather did the best that they could to explain the powers to Gallardo and the others but after a heated discussion, Heather left the room, only for Isis to return, collect the girl, and take her back to Cairo in order to fight a Shade that appeared there.
Maya showed little interested, as she understood how powerful Heather and Isis were and she sat with Gallardo and the others. Her explanations did little but she explained that Molly and some of the others had their powers since 1985 and they'd been fighting to stop the public from learning of the existence of the Shades. The Shades feed off of human fear. The more people that know they exist, the more they had to feed on and more of them will come.
Still in Paris, Liliam Graham is attacked by a hulking figure and learns that she controls the Hydra Edge, named for its ability to let the user create as many swords of as many shapes and sizes as they see fit from red, burgundy and pink ring formations. She kills her assailant and instead of going to the police and explaining what happened, she decided to do the human thing and go home to shower. Molly Guidry was waiting there for her but instead of a warm welcome and explanation of what Liliam had become, she was attacked by a Shade still trapped in a human host. Molly relaxed, as she wanted to see what Liliam had in store but when the girl was almost killed, Molly jumped to action. She commands Skill Edge which turns off aura based effects and only leaves passive skills that always work. She is one of the fastest and strongest fighters and she can scatter wave, beam and particle energy with her dual blades and she can throw one of them. No one else can do this. She kills the Shade and takes Liliam away.
Molly decides to take the long way home and fancied a drive down the Avenue des Champs Elysees but that proves to be a horrible idea. She almost slams into the back of a car but swerves to avoid it. The man driving is thrown from the car when another slams into the back of him. When Molly realizes what is happening, she makes Liliam get out of the car and the man ejected from the car, though lying in a pool of blood, gets up and fires a beam fo energy from his mouth, carving her Porsche in half. From there, a battle ensues but when another Shade appears and a young man named Cameron Wilkerson appears, things quickly escalate. Cameron can meld his hands with solid states of matter and lift large objects, using them as weapons. He attacks a Shade that he has no hope in defeating but Molly learns that these Shades aren't attacking Auras and Edges in Paris, they're just destroying things. This suggest intelligence. That is a problem.
With one Aura killed by Molly and another still attacking, Molly is literally tackled into a building by a AUDI a6 just as Maya, Gallardo, Sam and Alex arrive in a Peugeot. Liliam goes nuts and attacks the remaining Shade by herself. nearly dead, she manages to take the monster down, cutting its head in half longwise. She collapses as Gallardo realizes that his mother is probably dead. In a trance, he moves toward the AUDI that is still jammed in the front of the Versace store.
A Shade comes to Molly as she dies and asks her if she wants to live. With so many things left to do, she says yes as the Shade explains to her that his kind are energy eaters and that human fear is nourishing to them, almost like a delicacy. He is not voracious like his brethren, he just wants power. He can get it with Molly producing her Edge energy. He wants symbiosis, not parasitism. Agreeing, Molly is told that she will have to fight the Shade for control. he uses her body to hurl the AUDI at Gallardo but he defends himself. Now, Maya, and a myriad of fresh releases must fight off the most powerful Edge on the planet....unless she takes control of her body. She will not be talked down...
In New Jersey, August and the others, comfortable in their safe house, wake up to find that Charles, who builds with thousands of Legos per day, has constructed a reconstruction of the Eiffel tower. Chip, pulling so many strings that the sweater had unraveled, pulls in a huge favor from a Senator he helped years ago. He has a Chopper waiting for the group at a private airport. The destination of the group; Paris. All they need now is a pilot, as one cannot be provided. Chip has a man in mind but the detective, Sleggar Frost, is in TriBeca, trying to find out some facts about the incidents plaguing the world. He's soon to have some problems, as he's just pulled over a person and he doesn't know that they have abilities.
The Battle of Cairo has ended with the worst possible conclusion. Unbeknownst to the two, Isis and Alex take part in a last ditch effort to save the city and its surrounding suburbs from the wrath of the released Shade. Alex is pinned down and badly injured as Isis used her powers to pull the rubble away from Heather. Then she saves Alex in his moment of need and proceeds to engage with the Shade on her own. The battle begins to go her way as the sun sets but the worst happens when the Shade sprouts wings and take to the skies. Isis brings the creature down to ground level as Heather appears and asks Isis to take Alex and leave. Isis protests but Heather shows that she has a mortal wound and that there is no way she can survive with internal bleeding. Isis reluctantly takes Alex and leaves. Heather attacks the Shade with a dislocated shoulder and a raggedly broken ankle. She begs of her body to just last long enough to destroy the Shade but a terrible chain reaction destroys Cairo and Giza, transforming the area to a flaming portrait of death. Over 16 million were killed in the disaster.
The battle with Molly is still moving along but in New York, in TriBeCa of all places, a detective named Sleggar Frost stopped a woman named Daniella Marie Ipatova but before he could question the woman about her speeding and failing to yield his police cruiser was rammed from behind. The cruiser slammed into Daniella's car and Sleggar pulled the woman free of the car as a man named Rollo Jameson teleported himself free of his Maserati, the vehicle which slammed into the back of the cruiser. Rollo "Jam" Dante Jameson incited a battle with man who'd shoved a sword in through the roof of his car but was thrown against a van. After Sleggar placed three rounds into the forehead of the attacker and he slapped the detective away, Daniella released Arc Wolf and took the man's arm off. Even after the electric wolf sawed through the man's chest he kept trudging forward until Sleggar went nuts, tackled the man to the ground and beat his face in with his own release of Blaze Blue Edge. After this, simply reacting, Sleggar attempts to place Rollo under arrest. Rollo lets him. As they all need answers from one another.
Her uncle, Chip, works at the 25th police precinct and had August brought to his station by pulling some strings.
Forensic scientists found that the blood left on-scene was already coagulated and it suggested that the man had been dead for at least three days already. The man also simply got up and left, pulling himself from the Porsche that he landed on top of.
In TriBeCa, New York, a woman named Edana McCarthy was attacked by a little girl that seemingly picked up cars with her mind and threw them at Edana but she proved to have electrical powers that manifested from her body. She blew up an automobile but the small child disappeared as Edana collapsed.
Chip called in Alasdair McCarthy before that happened because he needed some detectives he could trust. When Alasdair and August met, she freaked out and admitted that Alasdair's boy had talked to hers and it made her reacted violently.
Connie, Chip's right hand woman came with news of the event in TriBeCa and when Chip found out that Edana was Alasdair's sister, he moved forward with getting her brought to the precinct before being taken to the hospice.
Chip got his fingers dirty and called a few friends, tapping into all of his unpaid favors and got Edana brought to the 25th precinct in order to meet August. As she arrived, news began to circulate about a strange event taking place at Times Square where a young man was supposedly fighting a small girl with powers much like those reported from TriBeCa.
Chip, Alasdair, August, Charles, Connie and Edana all quickly went down to Times Square in a Dodge Durango and witnessed he event with thousands of people. After talking to the Chief, who was unconvinced of August and the others' involvement, was convinced, just as the others, when Charles began to say strange things, making August believe that she could fend off the threat. This made the chief give the go-ahead and August made the trek alone, willing to fight off this little girl. After a struggle and after Edana and Alasdair joined August in the battle, the little girl nearly killed her original assailant who happened to be her brother. The girl had been missing for three years and still looked the same as she had when she disappeared. The young man was killed the in process of combat but August and the others managed to nearly defeat the girl before a clawed paw-like hand shot from the girl's neck and another from her face. The hands literally peeled her skin away from her bones and the blackened coagulated blood in her body became an oily, sickened flesh that comprised a creature that they would later learn was called a Shade. After a tough battle and August showing a glimpse of untold power, they managed to defeat the creature.
The Chief and Chip called in a favor, procured a chopper and flew August and the others to a safe house in Hoboken, New Jersey.
This was at about 8 p.m.
In San Diego, at about 5 p.m., a young man named Gallardo Guidry was spending time at Balboa Park with his sisters when women named Maya and Heather came to Gallardo and told him that he was going to be in grave danger if he didn't leave the park with them. Maya and Heather, not too good with words, excited his sisters so that they began to panic and within wasting time, two figures with elaborate powers attacked. A strange battle took place, as Samuel Chambers and Alexis Black found their way to the battle and they were suffering from dealing with freshly released powers. The enemies were defeated with a degree of difficulty and when the police began to arrive, Maya and Heather learned that they needed a way out very quickly.
Now, we skip to the Sahara desert. A young man named Nathan Gray found himself combating a powerful enemy on a jet liner flying from Egypt to the Americas when his powers released. His power, Flame Burst Body, allowed him to engulf his body in flames. Within doing so, he destroyed the jet, killed his family and his enemy all in one instance. he was hurled from the jet but his powers saved his life, slowing him before he slammed into the desert but the impact released an instinctual blast of flames that transformed a large portion of the desert into glass.
Fearing that the man would be found, Isis Negredeaux, an Aura living in Cairo, Egypt, went into the desert to found Alasdair. Her powers are Black, allowing her to control the darkness as a physical entity and to teleport from darkness to darkness. She gathered Nathan, covered herself ina specially made cloak and teleported them to her house, as she always keeps it dark. When Alasdair awakened in Isis' home, he was not happy and she had to explain to him that they are Auras adn Edges, humans who have developed abilities based on the laws of physics, chemistry, physiology and other applied sciences. Her explanation was not that great, as not even Auras and Edges that have had their powers since 1985 know where they come from or what they actually are. Then, she got a phone call. It was Maya, in San Diego, needing a way to escape the city. So, Isis went for Maya, Heather, Alex, Sam, Gallardo. Mary and Rebecca and teleported all of them to Paris, France.
In Paris, Maya and Heather did the best that they could to explain the powers to Gallardo and the others but after a heated discussion, Heather left the room, only for Isis to return, collect the girl, and take her back to Cairo in order to fight a Shade that appeared there.
Maya showed little interested, as she understood how powerful Heather and Isis were and she sat with Gallardo and the others. Her explanations did little but she explained that Molly and some of the others had their powers since 1985 and they'd been fighting to stop the public from learning of the existence of the Shades. The Shades feed off of human fear. The more people that know they exist, the more they had to feed on and more of them will come.
Still in Paris, Liliam Graham is attacked by a hulking figure and learns that she controls the Hydra Edge, named for its ability to let the user create as many swords of as many shapes and sizes as they see fit from red, burgundy and pink ring formations. She kills her assailant and instead of going to the police and explaining what happened, she decided to do the human thing and go home to shower. Molly Guidry was waiting there for her but instead of a warm welcome and explanation of what Liliam had become, she was attacked by a Shade still trapped in a human host. Molly relaxed, as she wanted to see what Liliam had in store but when the girl was almost killed, Molly jumped to action. She commands Skill Edge which turns off aura based effects and only leaves passive skills that always work. She is one of the fastest and strongest fighters and she can scatter wave, beam and particle energy with her dual blades and she can throw one of them. No one else can do this. She kills the Shade and takes Liliam away.
Molly decides to take the long way home and fancied a drive down the Avenue des Champs Elysees but that proves to be a horrible idea. She almost slams into the back of a car but swerves to avoid it. The man driving is thrown from the car when another slams into the back of him. When Molly realizes what is happening, she makes Liliam get out of the car and the man ejected from the car, though lying in a pool of blood, gets up and fires a beam fo energy from his mouth, carving her Porsche in half. From there, a battle ensues but when another Shade appears and a young man named Cameron Wilkerson appears, things quickly escalate. Cameron can meld his hands with solid states of matter and lift large objects, using them as weapons. He attacks a Shade that he has no hope in defeating but Molly learns that these Shades aren't attacking Auras and Edges in Paris, they're just destroying things. This suggest intelligence. That is a problem.
With one Aura killed by Molly and another still attacking, Molly is literally tackled into a building by a AUDI a6 just as Maya, Gallardo, Sam and Alex arrive in a Peugeot. Liliam goes nuts and attacks the remaining Shade by herself. nearly dead, she manages to take the monster down, cutting its head in half longwise. She collapses as Gallardo realizes that his mother is probably dead. In a trance, he moves toward the AUDI that is still jammed in the front of the Versace store.
A Shade comes to Molly as she dies and asks her if she wants to live. With so many things left to do, she says yes as the Shade explains to her that his kind are energy eaters and that human fear is nourishing to them, almost like a delicacy. He is not voracious like his brethren, he just wants power. He can get it with Molly producing her Edge energy. He wants symbiosis, not parasitism. Agreeing, Molly is told that she will have to fight the Shade for control. he uses her body to hurl the AUDI at Gallardo but he defends himself. Now, Maya, and a myriad of fresh releases must fight off the most powerful Edge on the planet....unless she takes control of her body. She will not be talked down...
In New Jersey, August and the others, comfortable in their safe house, wake up to find that Charles, who builds with thousands of Legos per day, has constructed a reconstruction of the Eiffel tower. Chip, pulling so many strings that the sweater had unraveled, pulls in a huge favor from a Senator he helped years ago. He has a Chopper waiting for the group at a private airport. The destination of the group; Paris. All they need now is a pilot, as one cannot be provided. Chip has a man in mind but the detective, Sleggar Frost, is in TriBeca, trying to find out some facts about the incidents plaguing the world. He's soon to have some problems, as he's just pulled over a person and he doesn't know that they have abilities.
The Battle of Cairo has ended with the worst possible conclusion. Unbeknownst to the two, Isis and Alex take part in a last ditch effort to save the city and its surrounding suburbs from the wrath of the released Shade. Alex is pinned down and badly injured as Isis used her powers to pull the rubble away from Heather. Then she saves Alex in his moment of need and proceeds to engage with the Shade on her own. The battle begins to go her way as the sun sets but the worst happens when the Shade sprouts wings and take to the skies. Isis brings the creature down to ground level as Heather appears and asks Isis to take Alex and leave. Isis protests but Heather shows that she has a mortal wound and that there is no way she can survive with internal bleeding. Isis reluctantly takes Alex and leaves. Heather attacks the Shade with a dislocated shoulder and a raggedly broken ankle. She begs of her body to just last long enough to destroy the Shade but a terrible chain reaction destroys Cairo and Giza, transforming the area to a flaming portrait of death. Over 16 million were killed in the disaster.
The battle with Molly is still moving along but in New York, in TriBeCa of all places, a detective named Sleggar Frost stopped a woman named Daniella Marie Ipatova but before he could question the woman about her speeding and failing to yield his police cruiser was rammed from behind. The cruiser slammed into Daniella's car and Sleggar pulled the woman free of the car as a man named Rollo Jameson teleported himself free of his Maserati, the vehicle which slammed into the back of the cruiser. Rollo "Jam" Dante Jameson incited a battle with man who'd shoved a sword in through the roof of his car but was thrown against a van. After Sleggar placed three rounds into the forehead of the attacker and he slapped the detective away, Daniella released Arc Wolf and took the man's arm off. Even after the electric wolf sawed through the man's chest he kept trudging forward until Sleggar went nuts, tackled the man to the ground and beat his face in with his own release of Blaze Blue Edge. After this, simply reacting, Sleggar attempts to place Rollo under arrest. Rollo lets him. As they all need answers from one another.
Bide (NewKidOnTheBlock)
NSA Official Ability Title: Bide
Strength rating: 7/10+ This ability has a duel rating because of the nature of the power manifestation. Read along and it will all make sense to you.
Speed: 8
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 6.5 (This is a defensive rating) The offensive rating varies. Bide manifests as an Aura of energy that makes the users skin as tough as steel. The Aura also absorbs kinetic energy (mainly by absorbing energy directed as attacks). Almost anything that is moving can be stopped and absorbed but energy transferred from non-Aura and non-Edge objects produce very small quantities of energy. With this in mind, energy produced by Aura and Edge attacks will produce the vastest amounts of energy. The absorbed energy can be converted to potential energy and stored in the body to later be converted to physical energy and used by the Aura to produce enormously powerful physical attacks.
Flight: No
Energy Manipulation: 10+: It’s pretty simple. One user shoots a blast of flames and the Bide user absorbs the blow, absorbing the kinetic (working) energy delivered by the blast.
Redirection: Low. That’s just not happening.
Alignment: Neutral/Energetic
What can be done: Kinetic energy can be absorbed into the Aura and absorbed in the user’s body. Energy can be infinitely held, ensuring that the user will not simply explode with energy. There is a cap on the energy held and as the user becomes more powerful, training their body and expanding the effectiveness of their atmosphere, they can hold more energy. The amount of energy utilized per attack can be monitored. Lots of punches with a little bit of power can be delivered or the user can bide to maximum capacity and deliver one, bone-shattering blow. Energy can be routed to the legs and high jumps can be performed. It is suggested that while landing, the same amount of energy exerted is used to land to protect the legs. The “steel” skin only goes so far and there are some Aura and Edge users that will kick the ass of this user, regardless of their very tough exterior. Seeing as the skin does not become impervious, flames still burn, punches still hurt and skillful slashes with Edge just make wounds but the physical energy absorbed can be diverted to healing so that these wounds will not prove fatal or taxing. This ability does offer a considerable increase in the user’s threshold of pain. The toughening of the skin is voluntary and as the ability is spread thin, it has less effect. A bullet, for instance, would be stopped with an area large enough to defend against the head of the bullet. An explosion, on the other hand, if say, the Aura is trapped in a building, will most likely warrant the entire body being hardened and the user could very well die. The most powerful defense is when an Aura user is maxed out and not only do they harden their flesh, but they exert all of their bound energy into defending against the explosion. The kinetic energy from the explosion would generate a continuous heal-absorb cycle and the Aura would come out of the event at full health and bided energy. If the user had emptied their body of energy before the explosion and was defending with just their toughened skin, they would have no bided energy to divert to healing or added defense. If the user were to come out of the explosion with just added defense, they would need to come out of the event in a weakened state, perhaps with burns over a large section of their body. They would need to absorb energy to divert toward healing.
What can’t be done: The media of delivery of energy cannot be decided upon. Energy always exerts as physical force. Explosive, heat, light, sound and other forms of energy are impossible to produce. Only kinetic energy is absorbed. Other forms of transference must be defended against. In most cases, other forms of energy won’t have an effect.
Strength rating: 7/10+ This ability has a duel rating because of the nature of the power manifestation. Read along and it will all make sense to you.
Speed: 8
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 6.5 (This is a defensive rating) The offensive rating varies. Bide manifests as an Aura of energy that makes the users skin as tough as steel. The Aura also absorbs kinetic energy (mainly by absorbing energy directed as attacks). Almost anything that is moving can be stopped and absorbed but energy transferred from non-Aura and non-Edge objects produce very small quantities of energy. With this in mind, energy produced by Aura and Edge attacks will produce the vastest amounts of energy. The absorbed energy can be converted to potential energy and stored in the body to later be converted to physical energy and used by the Aura to produce enormously powerful physical attacks.
Flight: No
Energy Manipulation: 10+: It’s pretty simple. One user shoots a blast of flames and the Bide user absorbs the blow, absorbing the kinetic (working) energy delivered by the blast.
Redirection: Low. That’s just not happening.
Alignment: Neutral/Energetic
What can be done: Kinetic energy can be absorbed into the Aura and absorbed in the user’s body. Energy can be infinitely held, ensuring that the user will not simply explode with energy. There is a cap on the energy held and as the user becomes more powerful, training their body and expanding the effectiveness of their atmosphere, they can hold more energy. The amount of energy utilized per attack can be monitored. Lots of punches with a little bit of power can be delivered or the user can bide to maximum capacity and deliver one, bone-shattering blow. Energy can be routed to the legs and high jumps can be performed. It is suggested that while landing, the same amount of energy exerted is used to land to protect the legs. The “steel” skin only goes so far and there are some Aura and Edge users that will kick the ass of this user, regardless of their very tough exterior. Seeing as the skin does not become impervious, flames still burn, punches still hurt and skillful slashes with Edge just make wounds but the physical energy absorbed can be diverted to healing so that these wounds will not prove fatal or taxing. This ability does offer a considerable increase in the user’s threshold of pain. The toughening of the skin is voluntary and as the ability is spread thin, it has less effect. A bullet, for instance, would be stopped with an area large enough to defend against the head of the bullet. An explosion, on the other hand, if say, the Aura is trapped in a building, will most likely warrant the entire body being hardened and the user could very well die. The most powerful defense is when an Aura user is maxed out and not only do they harden their flesh, but they exert all of their bound energy into defending against the explosion. The kinetic energy from the explosion would generate a continuous heal-absorb cycle and the Aura would come out of the event at full health and bided energy. If the user had emptied their body of energy before the explosion and was defending with just their toughened skin, they would have no bided energy to divert to healing or added defense. If the user were to come out of the explosion with just added defense, they would need to come out of the event in a weakened state, perhaps with burns over a large section of their body. They would need to absorb energy to divert toward healing.
What can’t be done: The media of delivery of energy cannot be decided upon. Energy always exerts as physical force. Explosive, heat, light, sound and other forms of energy are impossible to produce. Only kinetic energy is absorbed. Other forms of transference must be defended against. In most cases, other forms of energy won’t have an effect.
Photon
NSA Official Ability Title: Photon
Strength rating: 3
Speed: 10+ The body can be scattered into photons and reconstructed by the atmosphere. As the physical rating is so low, little will be done in the way of attacking with this speed but it is good for getting the fuck out of dodge. Short bursts of movement can be performed with little effort. Long distance jumps take a lot of effort, massive cool down periods, and solid objects that would scatter light cannot be traveled through. Finding a path long enough for long range travel could quite possibly cause a problem and it is not suggested. An enemy tossing up a wall of metal in front of you can cause some problems.
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 10. Photon is entirely based on the atmosphere of the user. The body can be transformed into photons and space in front of the palms of the hands is used to magnify photons presented as waves from the hands. The small space between the hands and the atmosphere acts as a channel and once the photons hit the atmosphere; they are magnified and focused, causing the light to be emitted as heavily focused beams. The beams can be used to set things and fire and can be focused to such an extent that they will very cut straight through matter. Bursts of blinding light can be presented from the entire Aura. Light can also be presented within twenty feet of the atmosphere as a physical manifestation. This is technically a wall of photon particles trapped in a secondary atmosphere the user extends.
Flight: No. Teleportation of varying distances is possible. The body is transformed into photons, moved at the speed of light and reconstructed by the atmosphere. The Aura has an unconscious extrasensory Spatial Awareness that stops them from attempting to move through solid objects. When strained and mentally fatigued, the ability is less likely to work. Split second decisions made by other parties may not trigger the ability.
Energy Manipulation: 8.. This rating is so high because of the origin and type of energy manipulated.
Redirection: Medium. The wall of photon particles can be used to deflect most forms of energy.
Alignment: Neutral/Energetic
What can be done: Photon generation, manipulation and magnification into varying intensities vie the hands. As with most Auras where energy is presented from both hands, the hands may be overlain to produce a wider beam. A “Big Bang” blast of energy is capable if both hands are over lain and one; quick burst of photons is presented five to ten feet in front of the user. Instead of landing a blow as a beam, it will simply burn away anything in range (The target’s abilities and overall strength should be considered. A powerful energy will not simply be burned away.) Objects can be heated until they melt, explode/burst into flames or disintegrate. Varying ranges of teleportation is possible and extrasensory spatial awareness will stop the Aura from teleporting into solid objects and dying. Aggregate blasts are possible when both hands are used to create the same photon waves. Short bursts are actually the most powerful and when they are released directly in front of the Aura, they can be released as widely magnified funnel-like projections. The lenses must be condensed as attacks are meant to travel long distances.
What can’t be done: Manipulation of other sources of light. Teleportation through solid objects is not possible. Most of it is common sense. If it seems like light should be able to do it, it probably can. If not, don’t even attempt it.
Strength rating: 3
Speed: 10+ The body can be scattered into photons and reconstructed by the atmosphere. As the physical rating is so low, little will be done in the way of attacking with this speed but it is good for getting the fuck out of dodge. Short bursts of movement can be performed with little effort. Long distance jumps take a lot of effort, massive cool down periods, and solid objects that would scatter light cannot be traveled through. Finding a path long enough for long range travel could quite possibly cause a problem and it is not suggested. An enemy tossing up a wall of metal in front of you can cause some problems.
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 10. Photon is entirely based on the atmosphere of the user. The body can be transformed into photons and space in front of the palms of the hands is used to magnify photons presented as waves from the hands. The small space between the hands and the atmosphere acts as a channel and once the photons hit the atmosphere; they are magnified and focused, causing the light to be emitted as heavily focused beams. The beams can be used to set things and fire and can be focused to such an extent that they will very cut straight through matter. Bursts of blinding light can be presented from the entire Aura. Light can also be presented within twenty feet of the atmosphere as a physical manifestation. This is technically a wall of photon particles trapped in a secondary atmosphere the user extends.
Flight: No. Teleportation of varying distances is possible. The body is transformed into photons, moved at the speed of light and reconstructed by the atmosphere. The Aura has an unconscious extrasensory Spatial Awareness that stops them from attempting to move through solid objects. When strained and mentally fatigued, the ability is less likely to work. Split second decisions made by other parties may not trigger the ability.
Energy Manipulation: 8.. This rating is so high because of the origin and type of energy manipulated.
Redirection: Medium. The wall of photon particles can be used to deflect most forms of energy.
Alignment: Neutral/Energetic
What can be done: Photon generation, manipulation and magnification into varying intensities vie the hands. As with most Auras where energy is presented from both hands, the hands may be overlain to produce a wider beam. A “Big Bang” blast of energy is capable if both hands are over lain and one; quick burst of photons is presented five to ten feet in front of the user. Instead of landing a blow as a beam, it will simply burn away anything in range (The target’s abilities and overall strength should be considered. A powerful energy will not simply be burned away.) Objects can be heated until they melt, explode/burst into flames or disintegrate. Varying ranges of teleportation is possible and extrasensory spatial awareness will stop the Aura from teleporting into solid objects and dying. Aggregate blasts are possible when both hands are used to create the same photon waves. Short bursts are actually the most powerful and when they are released directly in front of the Aura, they can be released as widely magnified funnel-like projections. The lenses must be condensed as attacks are meant to travel long distances.
What can’t be done: Manipulation of other sources of light. Teleportation through solid objects is not possible. Most of it is common sense. If it seems like light should be able to do it, it probably can. If not, don’t even attempt it.
Corona
NSA Official Ability Title: Corona
Strength rating: 4
Speed: 10
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 9.5. Corona refers to the corona of a celestial body and the reference is relative to the fact that Corona generates an intense Plasma atmosphere around the Aura. plasma is a state of matter similar to gas in which a certain portion of the particles are ionized. After sufficient heating a gas dissociates its molecular bonds, rendering it into constituent atoms. Further heating leads to ionization (a loss or gain of electrons), thus turning it into plasma, containing charged particles: positive ions and negative electrons.
Attacking is performed by the emission of a superheating beam construction from a ring formation (much like the rings produced by the Edge Hydra). The blue ring formations can be created in front of both of the hands at any time. The superheating beam is not intended to attack targets, as it can’t. The beam heats up latent gases to the plasma state of matter and can be intended to be lethal, causing death by serious burns or the melting of targets, or non-lethal and intended to disrupt electronics using an electromagnetic pulse.
Flight: Yes
Energy Manipulation: 9.5. To have such a high rating for manipulation and to not be able to manipulate enemy energy is unlike all of Aura and Edge ratings. The control of this ability is very high. It offers flight, levitation and teleportation along lightning strikes (as lightning bolts are an atmospheric, natural form of plasma).
Redirection: Medium. There are some issues with redirection for Corona; one of them being the fact that fire is natural plasma and a state of matter. The two forms of energy would cancel one another out. Of course, water can be superheated by the beam and turned into plasma and any form of matter there-in consisting of the same molecular build. Most liquids would succumb to this ability. Redirection is not the strong suit of this ability.
Alignment: Offensive/Energetic
What can be done: Corona should be considered a DEA or Directed Energy Aura and the beam released, because it emits no light, moves quickly but not at the speed of light so it is possible to escape the range and targeting of the beam as plasma is generated from the Aura’s ring formation to the target. The Aura is capable of flight due to the atmosphere of plasma and this offers all thing sin between like levitating and very quick movement. Combat will mainly consist of generating ring formations in front of the hands and firing beams of plasma energy to burn opponents to death or if both hands are overlain, one ring can be formed and the condensed energy can burn straight through targets. Just think about a light saber from hundreds of feet away. The plasma must burn away an opponent’s protective atmosphere before damage can be done. Spheres of plasma can be generated free of the rings (ball lightning) within ten feet of the body in order to intercept projectiles and other beams. These manifestations of ball lightning can still be active, even when the Aura is firing plasma beams.
What can’t be done: If it’s not listed, it can’t be done. Corona is rather specific.
Strength rating: 4
Speed: 10
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 9.5. Corona refers to the corona of a celestial body and the reference is relative to the fact that Corona generates an intense Plasma atmosphere around the Aura. plasma is a state of matter similar to gas in which a certain portion of the particles are ionized. After sufficient heating a gas dissociates its molecular bonds, rendering it into constituent atoms. Further heating leads to ionization (a loss or gain of electrons), thus turning it into plasma, containing charged particles: positive ions and negative electrons.
Attacking is performed by the emission of a superheating beam construction from a ring formation (much like the rings produced by the Edge Hydra). The blue ring formations can be created in front of both of the hands at any time. The superheating beam is not intended to attack targets, as it can’t. The beam heats up latent gases to the plasma state of matter and can be intended to be lethal, causing death by serious burns or the melting of targets, or non-lethal and intended to disrupt electronics using an electromagnetic pulse.
Flight: Yes
Energy Manipulation: 9.5. To have such a high rating for manipulation and to not be able to manipulate enemy energy is unlike all of Aura and Edge ratings. The control of this ability is very high. It offers flight, levitation and teleportation along lightning strikes (as lightning bolts are an atmospheric, natural form of plasma).
Redirection: Medium. There are some issues with redirection for Corona; one of them being the fact that fire is natural plasma and a state of matter. The two forms of energy would cancel one another out. Of course, water can be superheated by the beam and turned into plasma and any form of matter there-in consisting of the same molecular build. Most liquids would succumb to this ability. Redirection is not the strong suit of this ability.
Alignment: Offensive/Energetic
What can be done: Corona should be considered a DEA or Directed Energy Aura and the beam released, because it emits no light, moves quickly but not at the speed of light so it is possible to escape the range and targeting of the beam as plasma is generated from the Aura’s ring formation to the target. The Aura is capable of flight due to the atmosphere of plasma and this offers all thing sin between like levitating and very quick movement. Combat will mainly consist of generating ring formations in front of the hands and firing beams of plasma energy to burn opponents to death or if both hands are overlain, one ring can be formed and the condensed energy can burn straight through targets. Just think about a light saber from hundreds of feet away. The plasma must burn away an opponent’s protective atmosphere before damage can be done. Spheres of plasma can be generated free of the rings (ball lightning) within ten feet of the body in order to intercept projectiles and other beams. These manifestations of ball lightning can still be active, even when the Aura is firing plasma beams.
What can’t be done: If it’s not listed, it can’t be done. Corona is rather specific.
Seismic
NSA Official Ability Title: Seismic
Strength rating: 7
Speed: 4
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 8. Seismic allows the Aura to emit energy that shifts tectonic plates and control seismic activity.
Flight: No. Movement along earth-based platforms is possible. If the connection to the base (the ground) is severed, the platform will crumble
Energy Manipulation: 4. The only energy that can be controlled is that of the user and sometimes the effects desired go a little further than hoped. THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST DIFFICULT POWERS TO CONTROL. If you move the earth from its natural movement, it will attempt to shift back. Moving a wall of earth to protect you can cause a fissure to rip open on a fault line. You must remember the side effects of Seismic as you are using it. I will expect to see random side effects added to attacks and earth movements for the first ten or so posts that your Aura is learning this ability. After that, the effects can become less severe but should not disappear until the user is able to mold the earth to their will and control the side effects before they happen.
Redirection: High. A wall of rock can defend well and if it is curved, energy can very well curve around the shape of the wall. Loosely propagating waves will do little damage to a wall of solid earth but even a big powerful burst can carry enough latent energy into a wall to shatter it. Once a towering construct has been severed from its base, it will crumble.
Alignment: Neutral/Physical-Energetic
What can be done: Tectonic control. Seismic emissions. Great defending skills. Projectiles of earth can be thrown with great velocity and to great distances. Shafts, waves, walls and other shapes and movements of dirt, mud and sand can be ridden as one sees fit. The body can be coated in hardened dirt in order to protect it from blasts. The hands can be used to beckon the earth to come forth and the Aura does not have to touch the ground with their hands. Simple manifestations can be controlled with ease similar to their shape. A wall yanked from beneath a street takes the wave of a hand and reaction times will save your life. But intricate shapes such as spears of earth need to be molded in the hands. Collections of dirt, within reason, weight little to an Aura but are not weightless. Large drill-like shapes or conical shapes used as in-air projectiles can be controlled (as long as they are fire from the ground) by mental signals. The Aura atmosphere can be extended in order for medium sized (3 feet in diameter) plates to hover around the user to intercept projectiles. If conical or drill-like shapes are brought forth from the ground within 2 feet of the user, they can be fired as if mentally controlled but after initial acceleration, they can no longer be controlled. They must be targeted before mentally accelerated.
What can’t be done: You cannot control sand that is being hit by flames and turned into crude glass. That’s about it. Within the lines of reason, this is a very versatile Aura.
Strength rating: 7
Speed: 4
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 8. Seismic allows the Aura to emit energy that shifts tectonic plates and control seismic activity.
Flight: No. Movement along earth-based platforms is possible. If the connection to the base (the ground) is severed, the platform will crumble
Energy Manipulation: 4. The only energy that can be controlled is that of the user and sometimes the effects desired go a little further than hoped. THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST DIFFICULT POWERS TO CONTROL. If you move the earth from its natural movement, it will attempt to shift back. Moving a wall of earth to protect you can cause a fissure to rip open on a fault line. You must remember the side effects of Seismic as you are using it. I will expect to see random side effects added to attacks and earth movements for the first ten or so posts that your Aura is learning this ability. After that, the effects can become less severe but should not disappear until the user is able to mold the earth to their will and control the side effects before they happen.
Redirection: High. A wall of rock can defend well and if it is curved, energy can very well curve around the shape of the wall. Loosely propagating waves will do little damage to a wall of solid earth but even a big powerful burst can carry enough latent energy into a wall to shatter it. Once a towering construct has been severed from its base, it will crumble.
Alignment: Neutral/Physical-Energetic
What can be done: Tectonic control. Seismic emissions. Great defending skills. Projectiles of earth can be thrown with great velocity and to great distances. Shafts, waves, walls and other shapes and movements of dirt, mud and sand can be ridden as one sees fit. The body can be coated in hardened dirt in order to protect it from blasts. The hands can be used to beckon the earth to come forth and the Aura does not have to touch the ground with their hands. Simple manifestations can be controlled with ease similar to their shape. A wall yanked from beneath a street takes the wave of a hand and reaction times will save your life. But intricate shapes such as spears of earth need to be molded in the hands. Collections of dirt, within reason, weight little to an Aura but are not weightless. Large drill-like shapes or conical shapes used as in-air projectiles can be controlled (as long as they are fire from the ground) by mental signals. The Aura atmosphere can be extended in order for medium sized (3 feet in diameter) plates to hover around the user to intercept projectiles. If conical or drill-like shapes are brought forth from the ground within 2 feet of the user, they can be fired as if mentally controlled but after initial acceleration, they can no longer be controlled. They must be targeted before mentally accelerated.
What can’t be done: You cannot control sand that is being hit by flames and turned into crude glass. That’s about it. Within the lines of reason, this is a very versatile Aura.
Re: [OOC] Aura and Edge-The Powers
Just put it next to it in brackets. i just don't even worry about writing in foreign languages. it's, of course, realistic, but in most cases it can just as easily be in English. if you're going to put foreign languages, then a bracket explanation will do just fine.
Re: [OOC] Aura and Edge-The Powers
Hey, just for future reference, how should foreign languages be handled? Should the translation just be added at the bottom, like I did, or right next to the words in brackets?
Black (Isis Negredeaux)
NSA Official Ability Title: Black
Strength rating: 4
Speed: 6
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 7.5. Black is a misunderstood usage of shadows. The only issue with the ability is that is only works from the shadows. The user must be in the shadows but they can shape darkness as weapons and make the darkness travel where there is too much light for it to travel. It can form any weapon that the user can think of. It can ensnare enemies and squeeze them but it CANNOT move them. But if you can grab them, you can drive blades through them. Why move them. It is not an infinite ability. Edges with high Strength ratings and break free of the darkness and powerful Aura user can apply their atmosphere against the darkness and escape.
Flight: No. Teleportation can be done from shadow to shadow and the movement can be guided by any place the user has ever seen. The user’s bedroom would always be kept dark so that the Black user may always have a place to escape.
Energy Manipulation: 9. THIS CAN BLOCK RAINBOW for quite some time. The manipulation of the darkness as energy is extremely powerful and most other forms of energy can be deflected by a wall of shadows and you can always just escape into the darkness. If you’re not there, you can’t be hit.
Redirection: Medium. The darkness can effectively be used to redirect most forms of energy.
Alignment: Neutral/Energetic
What can be done: Bending shadows, turning shadows into weapons, moving undetected in darkness, moving darkness appendages through places where light would normally extinguish shadows. Teleportation into darkness. Grasping enemies in coils of darkness. Teleportation can be done to anywhere that shadows exist and the user has seen before. Manipulation of shadows must be in a range that the user can’t see. But you can always teleport to a place in order to see what you need to do. If you are holding someone, you can teleport with them.
What can’t be done: If you’re in the shadows, you can manipulate the darkness to your will. If you can’t find darkness, you can’t do shit! You can’t move people with shadows that you aren't touching. Just be intelligent with this ability.
Strength rating: 4
Speed: 6
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 7.5. Black is a misunderstood usage of shadows. The only issue with the ability is that is only works from the shadows. The user must be in the shadows but they can shape darkness as weapons and make the darkness travel where there is too much light for it to travel. It can form any weapon that the user can think of. It can ensnare enemies and squeeze them but it CANNOT move them. But if you can grab them, you can drive blades through them. Why move them. It is not an infinite ability. Edges with high Strength ratings and break free of the darkness and powerful Aura user can apply their atmosphere against the darkness and escape.
Flight: No. Teleportation can be done from shadow to shadow and the movement can be guided by any place the user has ever seen. The user’s bedroom would always be kept dark so that the Black user may always have a place to escape.
Energy Manipulation: 9. THIS CAN BLOCK RAINBOW for quite some time. The manipulation of the darkness as energy is extremely powerful and most other forms of energy can be deflected by a wall of shadows and you can always just escape into the darkness. If you’re not there, you can’t be hit.
Redirection: Medium. The darkness can effectively be used to redirect most forms of energy.
Alignment: Neutral/Energetic
What can be done: Bending shadows, turning shadows into weapons, moving undetected in darkness, moving darkness appendages through places where light would normally extinguish shadows. Teleportation into darkness. Grasping enemies in coils of darkness. Teleportation can be done to anywhere that shadows exist and the user has seen before. Manipulation of shadows must be in a range that the user can’t see. But you can always teleport to a place in order to see what you need to do. If you are holding someone, you can teleport with them.
What can’t be done: If you’re in the shadows, you can manipulate the darkness to your will. If you can’t find darkness, you can’t do shit! You can’t move people with shadows that you aren't touching. Just be intelligent with this ability.
Titan (Cameron Wilkerson)
NSA Official Ability Title: Titan
Strength rating: 10
Speed: 7
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 10. THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST PHYSICALLY POWERFUL SKILLS AVAILABLE. The hands of this Aura user can be sunk into a myriad of objects (I will not name them all) and the objects can be picked up and used as the user sees fit. This is a little tricky but if the user encounters a metal door, he can sink his hands into the door, yank it off of its hinges and use it as a weapon. The item must be in a solid state as matter. A slab of concrete, yes, picked up and used. An automobile, yes, picked up and used. Is there a slab of glass next to you, use it as a weapon, pick it up and throw it. Weapons that are broken don’t harm the user. The hands go back to normal. Items that are picked up weight the same as the user’s fists and when they are thrown, they are thrown as if they weigh the same amount as the user’s fists and they carry a translated amount of force. If I throw a car, once it leaves my hands, it would still travel an extraordinary distance and carry tremendous force. The size of items is reasonable. You won’t pick up a street-worth of concrete to fight with; you’d pick up a piece three feet wide or so and fight with one on each hand.
Flight: No.
Energy Manipulation: 1. Do I have to explain…?
Redirection: High. Blast of flames comes at you; rip a slab of concrete out of the ground and deflect the energy. The same goes for this Aura as it does for most. Rainbow and Void and Auras like it would be a problem.
Alignment: Offensive/Physical
What can be done: it’s pretty straight forward. Don’t pick up a bed and hit a person with it. Pick up a car. You can catch things that are thrown at you just the same as you can pick them up. Don’t catch flaming cars though. You can break as much as you want away from a base (like blacktop from a street). A little list of things to consider: Slabs of ice, concrete, automobiles, glass, ice, wooden pieces, walls of buildings (brick, limestone, marble), countertops, dirt, rocks, metal slabs, ax blades)
What can’t be done: I don’t really know what to say. The Aura is pretty straight forward. Once the item picked up is shattered or broken, it should be dropped. Of course, you can grab thin items like a plate of glass or a sheet of metal and toss it like a disc to cut something in half but don’t try throwing items that would travel slowly like a bus. Don’t catch things that are flaming, the fire won’t go out just because you caught it. You can’t change your hands into Edge blades.
Strength rating: 10
Speed: 7
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 10. THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST PHYSICALLY POWERFUL SKILLS AVAILABLE. The hands of this Aura user can be sunk into a myriad of objects (I will not name them all) and the objects can be picked up and used as the user sees fit. This is a little tricky but if the user encounters a metal door, he can sink his hands into the door, yank it off of its hinges and use it as a weapon. The item must be in a solid state as matter. A slab of concrete, yes, picked up and used. An automobile, yes, picked up and used. Is there a slab of glass next to you, use it as a weapon, pick it up and throw it. Weapons that are broken don’t harm the user. The hands go back to normal. Items that are picked up weight the same as the user’s fists and when they are thrown, they are thrown as if they weigh the same amount as the user’s fists and they carry a translated amount of force. If I throw a car, once it leaves my hands, it would still travel an extraordinary distance and carry tremendous force. The size of items is reasonable. You won’t pick up a street-worth of concrete to fight with; you’d pick up a piece three feet wide or so and fight with one on each hand.
Flight: No.
Energy Manipulation: 1. Do I have to explain…?
Redirection: High. Blast of flames comes at you; rip a slab of concrete out of the ground and deflect the energy. The same goes for this Aura as it does for most. Rainbow and Void and Auras like it would be a problem.
Alignment: Offensive/Physical
What can be done: it’s pretty straight forward. Don’t pick up a bed and hit a person with it. Pick up a car. You can catch things that are thrown at you just the same as you can pick them up. Don’t catch flaming cars though. You can break as much as you want away from a base (like blacktop from a street). A little list of things to consider: Slabs of ice, concrete, automobiles, glass, ice, wooden pieces, walls of buildings (brick, limestone, marble), countertops, dirt, rocks, metal slabs, ax blades)
What can’t be done: I don’t really know what to say. The Aura is pretty straight forward. Once the item picked up is shattered or broken, it should be dropped. Of course, you can grab thin items like a plate of glass or a sheet of metal and toss it like a disc to cut something in half but don’t try throwing items that would travel slowly like a bus. Don’t catch things that are flaming, the fire won’t go out just because you caught it. You can’t change your hands into Edge blades.
Periodic
NSA Official Ability Title: Periodic
Strength rating: 10
Speed: 7
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 10. Periodic is one of the more simple powers. The Aura makes a copy of an element in a solid state, imprints it onto their DNA and keeps a single molecule in their body forever!. They can change their ENTIRE body to that element as they see fit.
Flight: NO!
Energy Manipulation: 1. There is no energy to manipulate actually and this Aura does not have the ability to manipulate energy.
Redirection: High. There is almost always a solid state of matter of an element that can be found that can deflect energy. This tends to be fire, ice, light energy but the more powerful energies like Rainbow and the like tend to be more difficult to combat but it can be done for a certain amount of time.
Alignment: Neutral/Physical
What can be done: Elements can be copied and used at will but they must be pure elements. This can even be solid Uranium, Ice, Iron, Silver, Gold, Titanium, Radon etc. It must be in the periodic table and in a solid state when touched.
What can’t be done: The ability cannot draw elements from mixtures. You can’t turn into concrete and wood and things of that nature. It must be a source of a pure element from the periodic table.
Strength rating: 10
Speed: 7
Aura/Edge: Aura
Power Manifestation: 10. Periodic is one of the more simple powers. The Aura makes a copy of an element in a solid state, imprints it onto their DNA and keeps a single molecule in their body forever!. They can change their ENTIRE body to that element as they see fit.
Flight: NO!
Energy Manipulation: 1. There is no energy to manipulate actually and this Aura does not have the ability to manipulate energy.
Redirection: High. There is almost always a solid state of matter of an element that can be found that can deflect energy. This tends to be fire, ice, light energy but the more powerful energies like Rainbow and the like tend to be more difficult to combat but it can be done for a certain amount of time.
Alignment: Neutral/Physical
What can be done: Elements can be copied and used at will but they must be pure elements. This can even be solid Uranium, Ice, Iron, Silver, Gold, Titanium, Radon etc. It must be in the periodic table and in a solid state when touched.
What can’t be done: The ability cannot draw elements from mixtures. You can’t turn into concrete and wood and things of that nature. It must be a source of a pure element from the periodic table.
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Hey I'm new to this site and I guess that's keeping me from sending PM's but I can read the ones that I receive. It's pretty damn annoying. I've been rping for a while but this is my first on here. Being part of the main cast sounds more interesting and I'd like to be part of that if you don't mind. The story seems really interesting and I'm curious as to where it will go.
