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Introduction
Story
Year 2020: The major corporations of America hold more power than ever. Their money and influence has allowed them to become the primary power in America. They manipulate events from behind a shadow laced curtain. The government now votes in the favor of these corporations rather than the citizenry, and the effects are becoming evident. The gap between the lower and upper classes has become larger than ever, while the middle class has all but evaporated. Things like law enforcement have become privately operated entities. At the same time a rash of disappearances occur, all with the same M.O. All the victims were children aged 5 years and all disappeared with little to no evidence. The FBI and law enforcement are hard pressed to find any evidence. Soon the trail goes cold.
Unbeknownst to the people, these children have been kidnapped by the Law Corporation to be part of a corporate project, code name: Olympus. The children have been taken, due to their particular genetic make ups, in order to create human weapons. They will become intuitive, decision making harbingers of destruction to be sold to the highest bidder. The children are all moved to a private Law Facility in the Great Basin Desert. The facility is a sterile prison like structure with individual high tech cells for each child. The children are experimented on, tested, and examined on a daily basis. Their only moments of peace are during meals when they are allowed to gather in small groups. Their only means of escape, their new found powers, are inhibited through high tech control collars developed by Law. The children try to survive by forming small groups of friends, the only comfort in the cold prison. Over the years children die from the experiments, or by taking their own lives in a final act of defiance.
Year 2035: The dawn of the project’s fruition is almost at hand. The company has almost completed a new inhibitor that can remotely control the Olympus children. Soon they will be sold on the black market to warring countries around the world. But something goes horribly awry. Law Corps stock plummets through the floor. Through a combination of harsh competition and corporate espionage the company is close to bankruptcy. A decision is made. In order to prevent incrimination, or the seizure by another company, the head of Law Corp., Julius Law, orders the Olympus project shut down and the subjects disposed of. As the subjects are organized to be terminated a mysterious armed force raids the facility. They eliminate many of the Law personnel and rescue the subjects.
The force is revealed to be part of an entity known simply as, the Organization. They have been working to free the children for over 7 years. They present the rescued subjects with an offer. Either they can try to go back to their lives with nothing but the clothes on their backs, or they can receive new identities and be integrated back into normal society. The only catch is that they will then work for the Organization in the form of a group known simply as, Mythos. A number of the subjects agree, and are given new lives in the city of New Belfast. Those who do not accept the offer are simply dropped in the city with now aid whatsoever.
Year 2036: The subjects who chose the path of the Order have integrated smoothly, for the most part, into society. But after a year they still have yet to receive word from their mysterious benefactors. Rumors have begun to develop throughout the city; rumors of strange attacks and events that defy explanation. Suddenly out of the blue, the gods receive a message.
“Problem Children have emerged, locate and subdue.”
With that, the members of Mythos begin to move.
Setting
The city of New Belfast is located somewhere on the lower New England Coast. It is the location of a few of the country’s most powerful corporations and home to 8.5 million people. It contains a major port and is in close proximity to the Haven National Forest. The city is made up of a number of varying districts. The city is run by a mayor, he/she is usually nothing but a puppet for one of the native corporations. The law enforcement of the city is handled by two groups, the New Belfast police force and the New Belfast Guard. The police act mostly as an investigatory entity, solving crimes and prosecuting individuals. The protection of the city itself is actually handled by the New Belfast Guard, a privately owned and operated force. This group is led by a council made up of varying corporate heads within the city.
The 7 Hills: The upper class area of the city, home to wealthy individuals and high priced establishments.
Corporate Square: The major business area of the city. The headquarters of companies such as Law Corp., Lumicell Inc., and other businesses reside here.
The Basin: The poor district of the city. Here crime, homelessness, and desperation reign supreme. Many of the buildings are dilapidated or otherwise condemned.
The Docks: As the name states, this area houses the docks of the city. A constant stream of ships come in and out of this area carrying a variety of cargo.
Old Belfast: Home to most of the city’s lower middle class citizens and a number of small businesses.
New Orient: New Belfast’s equivalent to China town, it houses a number of Asian businesses and homes. Also the home base of many the city’s crime syndicates.
Factions
A number of groups are involved in the story of the children of Olympus. All these groups have their own characteristics, leaders, and motives. Some will work together and others will clash.
Mythos: The subjects who chose to accept the Organization’s offer. They now work for the mysterious entity. This is the first time in the year since they escaped that they’ve been contacted by the Organization.
Neutrals: The subjects who declined the position under the Organization. They have a hard time progressing in society with a large gap in their history and the need to hide their abilities. But for a neutral freedom is what’s important.
Hades: A group of formal neutrals who have come together to form an underground organization under the control of an unknown individual. Their motives are unclear, but for rumors of retribution.
Problem Children: Former Children of Olympus who have begun to expose their abilities, usually in a violent or dangerous way. Mythos has been ordered to contain said subjects in order to maintain the secret of the Children.
Characters
Characters are to be of your own creation. They can be a part of any one of the factions and can have any ability that tickles your fancy. But, the abilities must be within reason and cannot be undefeatable. Another thing to consider is the character’s faults. These people have been trapped in a testing facility for 15 years. They’re bound to have some kind of side effect because of it. Remember that if you create a character in anything but Mythos their position in society will be limited by a lack of official education or personal history.
There is one pre made major character that is needed though, the leader of Hades. The character is female and has a set power. If you’re interested please p.m. me.
Year 2020: The major corporations of America hold more power than ever. Their money and influence has allowed them to become the primary power in America. They manipulate events from behind a shadow laced curtain. The government now votes in the favor of these corporations rather than the citizenry, and the effects are becoming evident. The gap between the lower and upper classes has become larger than ever, while the middle class has all but evaporated. Things like law enforcement have become privately operated entities. At the same time a rash of disappearances occur, all with the same M.O. All the victims were children aged 5 years and all disappeared with little to no evidence. The FBI and law enforcement are hard pressed to find any evidence. Soon the trail goes cold.
Unbeknownst to the people, these children have been kidnapped by the Law Corporation to be part of a corporate project, code name: Olympus. The children have been taken, due to their particular genetic make ups, in order to create human weapons. They will become intuitive, decision making harbingers of destruction to be sold to the highest bidder. The children are all moved to a private Law Facility in the Great Basin Desert. The facility is a sterile prison like structure with individual high tech cells for each child. The children are experimented on, tested, and examined on a daily basis. Their only moments of peace are during meals when they are allowed to gather in small groups. Their only means of escape, their new found powers, are inhibited through high tech control collars developed by Law. The children try to survive by forming small groups of friends, the only comfort in the cold prison. Over the years children die from the experiments, or by taking their own lives in a final act of defiance.
Year 2035: The dawn of the project’s fruition is almost at hand. The company has almost completed a new inhibitor that can remotely control the Olympus children. Soon they will be sold on the black market to warring countries around the world. But something goes horribly awry. Law Corps stock plummets through the floor. Through a combination of harsh competition and corporate espionage the company is close to bankruptcy. A decision is made. In order to prevent incrimination, or the seizure by another company, the head of Law Corp., Julius Law, orders the Olympus project shut down and the subjects disposed of. As the subjects are organized to be terminated a mysterious armed force raids the facility. They eliminate many of the Law personnel and rescue the subjects.
The force is revealed to be part of an entity known simply as, the Organization. They have been working to free the children for over 7 years. They present the rescued subjects with an offer. Either they can try to go back to their lives with nothing but the clothes on their backs, or they can receive new identities and be integrated back into normal society. The only catch is that they will then work for the Organization in the form of a group known simply as, Mythos. A number of the subjects agree, and are given new lives in the city of New Belfast. Those who do not accept the offer are simply dropped in the city with now aid whatsoever.
Year 2036: The subjects who chose the path of the Order have integrated smoothly, for the most part, into society. But after a year they still have yet to receive word from their mysterious benefactors. Rumors have begun to develop throughout the city; rumors of strange attacks and events that defy explanation. Suddenly out of the blue, the gods receive a message.
“Problem Children have emerged, locate and subdue.”
With that, the members of Mythos begin to move.
Setting
The city of New Belfast is located somewhere on the lower New England Coast. It is the location of a few of the country’s most powerful corporations and home to 8.5 million people. It contains a major port and is in close proximity to the Haven National Forest. The city is made up of a number of varying districts. The city is run by a mayor, he/she is usually nothing but a puppet for one of the native corporations. The law enforcement of the city is handled by two groups, the New Belfast police force and the New Belfast Guard. The police act mostly as an investigatory entity, solving crimes and prosecuting individuals. The protection of the city itself is actually handled by the New Belfast Guard, a privately owned and operated force. This group is led by a council made up of varying corporate heads within the city.
The 7 Hills: The upper class area of the city, home to wealthy individuals and high priced establishments.
Corporate Square: The major business area of the city. The headquarters of companies such as Law Corp., Lumicell Inc., and other businesses reside here.
The Basin: The poor district of the city. Here crime, homelessness, and desperation reign supreme. Many of the buildings are dilapidated or otherwise condemned.
The Docks: As the name states, this area houses the docks of the city. A constant stream of ships come in and out of this area carrying a variety of cargo.
Old Belfast: Home to most of the city’s lower middle class citizens and a number of small businesses.
New Orient: New Belfast’s equivalent to China town, it houses a number of Asian businesses and homes. Also the home base of many the city’s crime syndicates.
Factions
A number of groups are involved in the story of the children of Olympus. All these groups have their own characteristics, leaders, and motives. Some will work together and others will clash.
Mythos: The subjects who chose to accept the Organization’s offer. They now work for the mysterious entity. This is the first time in the year since they escaped that they’ve been contacted by the Organization.
Neutrals: The subjects who declined the position under the Organization. They have a hard time progressing in society with a large gap in their history and the need to hide their abilities. But for a neutral freedom is what’s important.
Hades: A group of formal neutrals who have come together to form an underground organization under the control of an unknown individual. Their motives are unclear, but for rumors of retribution.
Problem Children: Former Children of Olympus who have begun to expose their abilities, usually in a violent or dangerous way. Mythos has been ordered to contain said subjects in order to maintain the secret of the Children.
Characters
Characters are to be of your own creation. They can be a part of any one of the factions and can have any ability that tickles your fancy. But, the abilities must be within reason and cannot be undefeatable. Another thing to consider is the character’s faults. These people have been trapped in a testing facility for 15 years. They’re bound to have some kind of side effect because of it. Remember that if you create a character in anything but Mythos their position in society will be limited by a lack of official education or personal history.
There is one pre made major character that is needed though, the leader of Hades. The character is female and has a set power. If you’re interested please p.m. me.
Rules
1.) No God-Modding.
2.) No Mary Sues.
3.) I want to reiterate that your powers must have limits, don’t make a character that can open up planet sized black holes.
4.) Please, the posts must be at least a paragraph. But for the most part I’d like to see decently sized posts.
5.) This is extremely important to me, use proper grammar and spelling. If you submit a character with a sheet made up of atrocious grammer you will be denied.
6.) Places are not absolute or final. If you want to add a place please pm me and I'll have it up asap.
2.) No Mary Sues.
3.) I want to reiterate that your powers must have limits, don’t make a character that can open up planet sized black holes.
4.) Please, the posts must be at least a paragraph. But for the most part I’d like to see decently sized posts.
5.) This is extremely important to me, use proper grammar and spelling. If you submit a character with a sheet made up of atrocious grammer you will be denied.
6.) Places are not absolute or final. If you want to add a place please pm me and I'll have it up asap.
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Jackson Swift played by Gabriel_Whist
A member of Mythos, who has spent the last year adapting to society, and hoping they forgot about him.
Suit played by ParadigmIX
A dangerous hedonist & "Problem Child" who wants nothing more than to live a life of pleasure, after torturing those who made his childhood a living hell.
Jamelo Carter played by Blue Bird
Jamelo is a criminal who has only survived due to his street smarts and his ability to read people's intentions
Ravi Alreja played by Tenaga
Code name "Erebus", he is a member of Hades. ~ "I'd trade anything in the world just to forget."
The Broker played by rhyse
A problem child that has become New Belfast's most influential player in the information market, and in the Basin.
Layla Lee played by sweet_angle66
"Revenge... is like a rolling stone, which, when a man hath forced up a hill, will return upon him with a greater violence, and break those bones whose sinews gave it motion."
Dominique Wolfe played by Dame.Dragonflye
A member of Mythos, prone to fights, but witty and not hard to get along with.
Anahira Kosesei played by redbutterfly
A mask of happiness hides a great sorrow but as a Neutral, she goes about her life as a protector of the people, earning herself the street name "Angel".
A young orphan seen often around the free clinic in the basin, reading books in the waiting room.
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Places in Problem Children
33 postsNew Belfast City
The city of New Belfast is located somewhere on the lower New England Coast. It is the location of a few of the country’s most powerful corporations and home to 8.5 million people.
0 postsThe 7 Hills
The wealthier section of the city.
1 postsCorporate Square
The business district.
4 postsThe Basin
The home to the lower class.
12 postsBasin Underground
Underground fighting ring and gambling center.
21 postsOld Belfast
The home to many of the city's lower middle class.
12 posts10th Precinct
10th Precinct of New Belfast City and workplace of Donovan Blackstone.
36 postsMcCain's
The neighborhood pub and usual meeting place for the members of Mythos.
3 postsNew Orient
New Belfast's Chinatown.
1 postsHades Headquarters
An abandoned headquarters in New Orient.
0 postsThe Docks
The city's waterfront.
2 postsHaven National Forest
A nationally protected forest outside New Belfast.
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OOC Notes
See any Z?
"No. Shut up." Zethya told her other self in the back of her head. She stood atop an apartment building, looking down on the city streets below. Nothing unusual. Yet.
"No. Shut up." Zethya told her other self in the back of her head. She stood atop an apartment building, looking down on the city streets below. Nothing unusual. Yet.
OOC Notes
Phoe was just walking around alone, trench coat whipping across her body. Pheebs, you there? ran through her head, her misty purple eyes searching the streets. She looked up, and almost saw a girl on top of a building. She decided it was just her imagination as she ran over to Magnum. She hugged him, smiling behind his back.
He smiled, looking her in the face. A new scar... he thought as she talked about her new boyfriend. He sighed, looking up and down. He saw the diner, a woman with her child, and two kids playing hop-scotch.
He smiled, looking her in the face. A new scar... he thought as she talked about her new boyfriend. He sighed, looking up and down. He saw the diner, a woman with her child, and two kids playing hop-scotch.
OOC Notes
Donovan sat at the bar, an empty glass beside him. He tapped his right hand on the bar, a lit cigarette held between his fingers, to get the barman's attention.
"Hey Paul," said the detective. "Could I get another beer?"
"Sure thing Donny," replied the man. "Another Land Shark OK?"
"Would I drink anything else?" laughed Donovan in response.
As the man placed a cold glass of the comforting elixir on the bar Donovan began to open up a manila folder in front of him. Within the plain file where two sheets of paper and a blurry photograph. Donovan picked up one of the sheets and began reading. It stated:
To Mythos Coordinator: Donovan Blackstone
A rash of strange suicides has begun to plague the people of New Belfast City. While suicide, though tragic, is not a mysterious occurrence; the circumstances surrounding these recent cases has pointed towards the involvement of a Child of Olympus. All the victims were in supposedly peak mental health before their untimely demises. Yet witnesses stated that just before their deaths many of the victims seemed trapped in a state of delusion, often involving the reliving of a tragic memory. The authorities have placed the blame with an overload of stress in the workplace leading to a severe mental breakdown. While this seems logical another detail has roused our suspicion. The witnesses also claim that a similar young woman was seen at every scene and often before the event itself. If these deaths are linked to a Child of Olympus, than that child will be designated a Problem Child and be targeted for submission. Please investigate matters to the best of your ability and follow proper protocol.
The Organization
Donovan placed the letter back in the folder and retrieved the second sheet of paper. It was a standard organization data file listing possible names of the subject involved based on what little data could be retrieved from project Olympus. Unfortunately for Donovan, the sheet contained nothing but a message stating, "Not enough data for a definite conclusion." Finally, the photo in the folder was nothing but a blurry photograph from one of the crime scenes, of absolutely no use to Mythos. Donovan took a long sip from his glass and placed the now half empty container back on the bar.
"They never make things easy do they," he thought.
Inside the beast growled its agreement. Donovan chuckled a bit to himself, for once the two agreed on something.
"Hey Paul," said the detective. "Could I get another beer?"
"Sure thing Donny," replied the man. "Another Land Shark OK?"
"Would I drink anything else?" laughed Donovan in response.
As the man placed a cold glass of the comforting elixir on the bar Donovan began to open up a manila folder in front of him. Within the plain file where two sheets of paper and a blurry photograph. Donovan picked up one of the sheets and began reading. It stated:
To Mythos Coordinator: Donovan Blackstone
A rash of strange suicides has begun to plague the people of New Belfast City. While suicide, though tragic, is not a mysterious occurrence; the circumstances surrounding these recent cases has pointed towards the involvement of a Child of Olympus. All the victims were in supposedly peak mental health before their untimely demises. Yet witnesses stated that just before their deaths many of the victims seemed trapped in a state of delusion, often involving the reliving of a tragic memory. The authorities have placed the blame with an overload of stress in the workplace leading to a severe mental breakdown. While this seems logical another detail has roused our suspicion. The witnesses also claim that a similar young woman was seen at every scene and often before the event itself. If these deaths are linked to a Child of Olympus, than that child will be designated a Problem Child and be targeted for submission. Please investigate matters to the best of your ability and follow proper protocol.
The Organization
Donovan placed the letter back in the folder and retrieved the second sheet of paper. It was a standard organization data file listing possible names of the subject involved based on what little data could be retrieved from project Olympus. Unfortunately for Donovan, the sheet contained nothing but a message stating, "Not enough data for a definite conclusion." Finally, the photo in the folder was nothing but a blurry photograph from one of the crime scenes, of absolutely no use to Mythos. Donovan took a long sip from his glass and placed the now half empty container back on the bar.
"They never make things easy do they," he thought.
Inside the beast growled its agreement. Donovan chuckled a bit to himself, for once the two agreed on something.
OOC Notes
Phoe was just walking around alone, trench coat whipping across her body. Pheebs, you there? ran through her head, her misty purple eyes searching the streets. She looked up, and saw a wierd cloud, shaped like her name. She decided it was just her imagination as she ran over to Magnum. She hugged him, smiling behind his back. She told him about what she'd been doing as they walked to the diner. She took her bowler hat and trench coat off, slipping the apron on. She looked around, and there was a unusually small amount of people in the diner. A couple and a man who looked a little creepy to her. She took the order of the couple, and told Magnum to take the creepy dudes order.
As Magnum took the dude's order, and swore he heard him mumbling. When he looked at the man's face, but his mouth was chapped and as if he hadn't talked in while. He just shrugged, and put up the order. "That man offically creeps me out." Phoe said, texting on her new LG Lotus. She uses the freakin' money on a new phone! Magnum thought, watching the dude. Then a screech came through his mind, and appearently Phoe heard it too, because she was on the ground, her knees close in, her hands to her head. It suddenly stopped, and the man left.
Phoe got her hat and trenchcoat, and waited for Magnum at the door. They went to McCain's, with Magnum putting one protective arm around her waist. She sat at the end of the bar, looking at a guy with black hair and a cigarette in his hand. The bartender asked her if she wanted anything, she thought about it, then Magnum said no for her. The bartender shrugged, going back to the guy.
As Magnum took the dude's order, and swore he heard him mumbling. When he looked at the man's face, but his mouth was chapped and as if he hadn't talked in while. He just shrugged, and put up the order. "That man offically creeps me out." Phoe said, texting on her new LG Lotus. She uses the freakin' money on a new phone! Magnum thought, watching the dude. Then a screech came through his mind, and appearently Phoe heard it too, because she was on the ground, her knees close in, her hands to her head. It suddenly stopped, and the man left.
Phoe got her hat and trenchcoat, and waited for Magnum at the door. They went to McCain's, with Magnum putting one protective arm around her waist. She sat at the end of the bar, looking at a guy with black hair and a cigarette in his hand. The bartender asked her if she wanted anything, she thought about it, then Magnum said no for her. The bartender shrugged, going back to the guy.
OOC Notes
As Issac made his way through the back streets of the the city he sighed to himself. Yet again he'd gotten involved with the Hades Corporation and owed them another favor. He thought this one might be big, but in reality any favor to those people was a big one. shaking his head he tried to think about something else.
'Thirsty,' he thought after a second, 'I'm thirsty, I could use a drink. Maybe I'll stop by that bar, what was it now...McCain's? They say some old friends come by there quite often...'
Although he slightly dreaded seeing familiar faces, he was, admitted only to himself, and only in his mind, never spoken aloud, lonely. Maybe a drink was just what he needed after all. And if he recognized someone, that didn't mean they had to speak, did it? He supposed not, and so, flipping the collar of his hand-me-down shirt up against a cool breeze, he headed out onto the main streets of New Belfast. It took him only a moment to figure out where he was, and how far the bar was from his location.
'These streets will be the death of me.' he thinks to himself, waiting on a bus to pass by, wondering why it has to go so slow. 'And to think, this is the freedom I so desperately wanted. What a waste. But, at least it's better than Hades, and probably better than being part of that 'Organization' too.'
Finally the large, slow moving bus moves out of his way and he was able to cross the street. But, as he stepped up onto the curb he paused and reached down, seeing something shimmering.
"What have we here?" he asked aloud, holding up a small diamond. "Must've fallen out of some rich woman's ring."
Laughing a little, and thinking he may sell the stone for a few bucks in New Orient to a guy he knew, he stuffs it into his jeans pocket and heads down the street and on towards McCain's. He tried to recall if he'd ever been to this place before, and he didn't think he had. And when he opened the door and was greeted by the smell of beer and the sounds of 'Cheap Sunglasses' by ZZ Top, he wished he had. This could be a place he grew to love.
Then he saw the man in the trench coat with the file, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. So he quickly, but quietly, made his way over to a table on the far side where he could be alone, and took a seat.
"Can I- Oh, sorry, um, can I get you anything?" the barmaid asked, taking a step back when she noticed his eyes.
"Whiskey Sour please." Kain said politely, nodding to her as she turned to go.
After that he lowered his head and tried to relax, but that seemed next to impossible. He was sure he'd met the man in the trench coat before, and looking beyond him, maybe even the woman at the other end of the bar, sitting with another man. He couldn't be sure,it'd been a year after all, but he had an idea that once something like what happened to him and the others happened, a sort of primal bond was created that could never break.
'Thirsty,' he thought after a second, 'I'm thirsty, I could use a drink. Maybe I'll stop by that bar, what was it now...McCain's? They say some old friends come by there quite often...'
Although he slightly dreaded seeing familiar faces, he was, admitted only to himself, and only in his mind, never spoken aloud, lonely. Maybe a drink was just what he needed after all. And if he recognized someone, that didn't mean they had to speak, did it? He supposed not, and so, flipping the collar of his hand-me-down shirt up against a cool breeze, he headed out onto the main streets of New Belfast. It took him only a moment to figure out where he was, and how far the bar was from his location.
'These streets will be the death of me.' he thinks to himself, waiting on a bus to pass by, wondering why it has to go so slow. 'And to think, this is the freedom I so desperately wanted. What a waste. But, at least it's better than Hades, and probably better than being part of that 'Organization' too.'
Finally the large, slow moving bus moves out of his way and he was able to cross the street. But, as he stepped up onto the curb he paused and reached down, seeing something shimmering.
"What have we here?" he asked aloud, holding up a small diamond. "Must've fallen out of some rich woman's ring."
Laughing a little, and thinking he may sell the stone for a few bucks in New Orient to a guy he knew, he stuffs it into his jeans pocket and heads down the street and on towards McCain's. He tried to recall if he'd ever been to this place before, and he didn't think he had. And when he opened the door and was greeted by the smell of beer and the sounds of 'Cheap Sunglasses' by ZZ Top, he wished he had. This could be a place he grew to love.
Then he saw the man in the trench coat with the file, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. So he quickly, but quietly, made his way over to a table on the far side where he could be alone, and took a seat.
"Can I- Oh, sorry, um, can I get you anything?" the barmaid asked, taking a step back when she noticed his eyes.
"Whiskey Sour please." Kain said politely, nodding to her as she turned to go.
After that he lowered his head and tried to relax, but that seemed next to impossible. He was sure he'd met the man in the trench coat before, and looking beyond him, maybe even the woman at the other end of the bar, sitting with another man. He couldn't be sure,it'd been a year after all, but he had an idea that once something like what happened to him and the others happened, a sort of primal bond was created that could never break.
OOC Notes
She looked around the place, and a man with striking purple eyes caught her attention. She walked near him, looking at his, as she thought, beautiful eyes. They were purpler than hers, which some thought was impossible. She sat at his table, and once the barmaid left, she finally talked to him. "i love your eyes, they are a pretty purple." I smiled, looking into his eyes. I saw Magnum walking over in the reflection, so I stood up, smiled, and walked back to the bar wiht Magnum.
He didn't like the man, and he was going to keep Phoe away as much as he could. He got a beer, one for Phoe and one for him. They drank and talked for a while, laughing. He couldn't help but sense everytime she looked over at the mystery man.
He didn't like the man, and he was going to keep Phoe away as much as he could. He got a beer, one for Phoe and one for him. They drank and talked for a while, laughing. He couldn't help but sense everytime she looked over at the mystery man.
OOC Notes
This is bad...
The thought ran through her head too late as Zethya was slammed through one brick wall after another. Thank god for regeneration abilities. She hadn't even realized the guy was behind her before it was too late. He was this half guy, half gorrila mutant thing. Why in hell would he target her at all? Sex? No that didn't seem to be it. Money? No, not that either...
"You'll pay for killing them!!" The thing screamed as zethya struggled to her feet.
As the guy started to charge, Zethya pulled out Rin-chi with blazingly fast reflexes and shot twice, in both of his legs, causing him to fall and writh in agony.
"Wait a second. Kill who? Who did I kill? Or, which ones are you talking about? I've killed alot of idiots like you who seem very adept at showing humans what we are. So who are you talking about?"
The guy growled. "You killed my brother and girl! They were just having fun with those miscrets! You...bitch!"
Zethya stared him down, watching him get so angry that her foamed at the mouth.
"Oh...you mean that couple from two nights ago. Well, if you had contact with them, then you're in the same boat." She pulled out her sword. "Good-bye."
The man's scream was cut off as she decapatated him.
The thought ran through her head too late as Zethya was slammed through one brick wall after another. Thank god for regeneration abilities. She hadn't even realized the guy was behind her before it was too late. He was this half guy, half gorrila mutant thing. Why in hell would he target her at all? Sex? No that didn't seem to be it. Money? No, not that either...
"You'll pay for killing them!!" The thing screamed as zethya struggled to her feet.
As the guy started to charge, Zethya pulled out Rin-chi with blazingly fast reflexes and shot twice, in both of his legs, causing him to fall and writh in agony.
"Wait a second. Kill who? Who did I kill? Or, which ones are you talking about? I've killed alot of idiots like you who seem very adept at showing humans what we are. So who are you talking about?"
The guy growled. "You killed my brother and girl! They were just having fun with those miscrets! You...bitch!"
Zethya stared him down, watching him get so angry that her foamed at the mouth.
"Oh...you mean that couple from two nights ago. Well, if you had contact with them, then you're in the same boat." She pulled out her sword. "Good-bye."
The man's scream was cut off as she decapatated him.
OOC Notes
Jack sat up out of bed. He had been sitting there for hours, not having the will to get up. There was no reason to live, he kept on telling himself. He was nothing but a monster, a wasted, useless monster. It didn't matter that he was doing good with Mythos, he was still an ugly, disgusting creature in the eyes of God. Everyone told him that, everyone looked at him like that. Jack picked up the knife on his desk, but a jeering voice came from behind me.
"Haha! Do it, Jack," the apparition of his father cried out, "you are a failure! Go cut yourself until you die, and then you can live with me forever!"
Jack looked over to where his father was standing, right next to his bed. He had a big grin on his face, and his eyes were full of evil. He hardly remembers his father himself, but Law Co told him about all the evils he committed. Murder, rape, he even tried to obtain nuclear weapons to kill all of his enemies. Mythos told him that it was all a lie, but Jack disagreed. At least in his current state. When Jack wasn't "happy", he was the closest that he'll ever be to those days.
"You are a monster!" cried Jack. He violently threw the knife at his father's neck, but he disappeared as soon as the knife left Jack's hand. He stood up, not wanting to get the knife. He put on his bright yellow shirt, and his torn jeans, and went to the forest. The forest was where he needed to be.
"Haha! Do it, Jack," the apparition of his father cried out, "you are a failure! Go cut yourself until you die, and then you can live with me forever!"
Jack looked over to where his father was standing, right next to his bed. He had a big grin on his face, and his eyes were full of evil. He hardly remembers his father himself, but Law Co told him about all the evils he committed. Murder, rape, he even tried to obtain nuclear weapons to kill all of his enemies. Mythos told him that it was all a lie, but Jack disagreed. At least in his current state. When Jack wasn't "happy", he was the closest that he'll ever be to those days.
"You are a monster!" cried Jack. He violently threw the knife at his father's neck, but he disappeared as soon as the knife left Jack's hand. He stood up, not wanting to get the knife. He put on his bright yellow shirt, and his torn jeans, and went to the forest. The forest was where he needed to be.
OOC Notes
Suit pressed the rich tasting cigar against his mouth, wrapping his lips around the fine Cuban leaf to take in a small stream of smoke. When he exhaled the smoke from his mouth joined the cloud of haze formed from the cigars of the other men in the room. There were a total of five men including Suit sitting around a poker table, their eyes glued to the two cards in their hand as they awaited the river to flow in the game of Texas hold-em. The men gathered were all high-ranking executives of various corporations. Suit had been using his connection to gather a hold of names, addresses, phone numbers, anything that could get him remotely close to anyone who had been in Law Corporation, more specifically those involved in project Olympus. Getting into this game had not been an easy task. Hotel -Pandora- in Old Belfast was for those who were more "fortunate" in life. Once he had passed through the doors it had been a matter of convincing corporate executives that his money, knowing counterfeit was legitimate. The game was certainly high-stakes, the ante alone being $5000 dollars. Suit had been able to convince them that he had been real fortunate in real estate, producing fake badges and documents to back this false statement up. His eyes scanned the men, they were pleased with their lot in life. They had no cares in the world about those underneath them who shed both sweat and blood to make enough money to feed their families...
Not that Suit gave a damn, it just helped set the mood in his mind for the next scene that would take place. The situation that he was in reminded him of scenarios in spy novels where the protagonist is about to unfold a deadly plot. He set his cards down upon the table face-down and shoved his chips towards the center. "All in" was all that he had said before sitting back in his chair. With the cards in his hand and the river upon the table he had a straight-ace high. The other men looked at him with a face of disbelief and threw their cards down, all folding not wanting to risk another 3.5 million dollars.
Suit smiled at the men and waved his hand dismissively over the table. He pressed his cigar into the ashtray and folded his hands upon the table, leaning in to make sure that the men heard him speak. "You know I don't want anymore of your hard earned money, I'm pretty sure I've taken plenty of it". He could tell the look of frustration rising in their eyes. He knew these were powerful men easily able to hire a hit-man to kill him if he were some ordinary fellow...
Unfortunately for them Suit wasn't an ordinary fellow, and as he leaned back in his chair casually even the three armed security guards in the private room shuffled nervously. They could tell that there was something wrong with this guy. Suit looked at the men at the table and laughed, finally speaking out after mockingly wiping away a fake tear from his laughter. "All right all right. Keep your damned money, what I want is some information."
The men's eyes went wide at his last statement. "Wha...What kind of information would a Real Estate broker such as yourself be asking us for?" Their eyes glued onto him as they were definitely growing suspicious. Suit's own eyes matched theirs beneath his sunglasses and the face of humor that he previously had adorned turned serious as he spoke out three simple words towards them.
"Law Corp, Olympus"
A silence that could deafen filled the room. The armed guards behind Suit drummed their fingers along their weapons, now sweating. The other men around the table looked at one another before one got the urge to speak. "I...we have no idea what you're talking about". They all sat stern, their faces trying to convey the message that their speaker was telling the truth. Suit however was not impressed and formed a gun with his thumb and index fingers, pointing it at the single light bulb that was exposed in the lamp that hung over the ceiling, masking the illegal gambling that was taking place. "Then I've no more use for your bullshit" he spoke before saying "Bang". At the end of his words a single ray of light shot forth from his finger, breaking the light bulb and showering the room in complete darkness. Cries of the men at the table erupted as they heard the chair that Suit had been sitting crash to the floor.
The muzzle flash from the scared guard's pistols lit up the room, flashing a scene a terror with every shot. Two of the four executives were hit with bullets, one to the head and the other three to the chest. Suit reached into his pocket and revealed a 2&5 of spades from his modified deck of cards. He launched them at the guards with deadly precision, catching them even in the darkness as they returned. The three guards fell to the floor holding their throats as blood erupted force from the deadly eviscerations. Suit then turned back to the two remaining executives, his eyes the only thing visible in the darkness as they were glowing with an eerie white. The men tried to run but soon found themselves immobile as Suit had extended a hand to coerce the shadows to wrap tendrils around the men's limbs. Suit walked towards the trapped men, whose cries were now muffled as the shadows wrapped themselves around their mouths. He placed his cards back in his pockets and revealed one of his trench knives, holding out a palm so that a small sphere of light could make him visible. The terrified looks from the men made suit smile as he placed the edge to the neck of the first man, viscously spilling his blood as he slit his throat. The man would lightly drop to the floor as the shadows braced his fall...
Suit then walked to the other man and placed his knife edge hard upon the man's chest where his heart was. The executive tried hard to speak but alas could not. He tried his best to struggle but Suit's control of the shadows was too strong. His cries would turn into a whimper as Suit's knife sank slowly into his chest and into his heart, Killing the man.
Suit walked away from the corpse and took their money from the table, stuffing it all into the dufflebag that he had carried to the game. He hadn't been after their money but found that leaving such a large amount would make little sense. After he took his fill, he held out his arms and let the shadows move, cleaning away every fingerprint, taking away every drop of blood spilled upon the floor, and leaving the scene of the crime clean, save the bodies of those killed. After smiling at his work the shadows enveloped him, taking him outside to the New Belfast night where he would emerge outside in the parking lot of the hotel.
He turned his head to the right to watch as a woman committed a samurai-style decapitation of a man on the other side of the street. He wasn't sure if she saw his eyes make contact with hers but he did not care. He threw his dufflebag of money into the car and got into the drivers seat. Of course the car wasn't his, but that of one of the executives that he had slain. He turned on the ignition and admired the sound of the engine, bobbing his head at the ambient house music that played from the radio.
He hadn't gotten 5 miles down the road when he felt the cold steel of a gun-barrel pressed against the back of his head. A woman's voice spoke out as he sighed. "Keep driving, don't make any sudden moves or this trip is not going to be a pleasant one for either of us." Suit's eyes went to the rear view mirror to catch a glimpse of the woman speaking to him.
"Assassin?" He spoke out. But all she did was press the barrel harder against his head and insist that he keep driving.
For now, he would oblige.
Not that Suit gave a damn, it just helped set the mood in his mind for the next scene that would take place. The situation that he was in reminded him of scenarios in spy novels where the protagonist is about to unfold a deadly plot. He set his cards down upon the table face-down and shoved his chips towards the center. "All in" was all that he had said before sitting back in his chair. With the cards in his hand and the river upon the table he had a straight-ace high. The other men looked at him with a face of disbelief and threw their cards down, all folding not wanting to risk another 3.5 million dollars.
Suit smiled at the men and waved his hand dismissively over the table. He pressed his cigar into the ashtray and folded his hands upon the table, leaning in to make sure that the men heard him speak. "You know I don't want anymore of your hard earned money, I'm pretty sure I've taken plenty of it". He could tell the look of frustration rising in their eyes. He knew these were powerful men easily able to hire a hit-man to kill him if he were some ordinary fellow...
Unfortunately for them Suit wasn't an ordinary fellow, and as he leaned back in his chair casually even the three armed security guards in the private room shuffled nervously. They could tell that there was something wrong with this guy. Suit looked at the men at the table and laughed, finally speaking out after mockingly wiping away a fake tear from his laughter. "All right all right. Keep your damned money, what I want is some information."
The men's eyes went wide at his last statement. "Wha...What kind of information would a Real Estate broker such as yourself be asking us for?" Their eyes glued onto him as they were definitely growing suspicious. Suit's own eyes matched theirs beneath his sunglasses and the face of humor that he previously had adorned turned serious as he spoke out three simple words towards them.
"Law Corp, Olympus"
A silence that could deafen filled the room. The armed guards behind Suit drummed their fingers along their weapons, now sweating. The other men around the table looked at one another before one got the urge to speak. "I...we have no idea what you're talking about". They all sat stern, their faces trying to convey the message that their speaker was telling the truth. Suit however was not impressed and formed a gun with his thumb and index fingers, pointing it at the single light bulb that was exposed in the lamp that hung over the ceiling, masking the illegal gambling that was taking place. "Then I've no more use for your bullshit" he spoke before saying "Bang". At the end of his words a single ray of light shot forth from his finger, breaking the light bulb and showering the room in complete darkness. Cries of the men at the table erupted as they heard the chair that Suit had been sitting crash to the floor.
The muzzle flash from the scared guard's pistols lit up the room, flashing a scene a terror with every shot. Two of the four executives were hit with bullets, one to the head and the other three to the chest. Suit reached into his pocket and revealed a 2&5 of spades from his modified deck of cards. He launched them at the guards with deadly precision, catching them even in the darkness as they returned. The three guards fell to the floor holding their throats as blood erupted force from the deadly eviscerations. Suit then turned back to the two remaining executives, his eyes the only thing visible in the darkness as they were glowing with an eerie white. The men tried to run but soon found themselves immobile as Suit had extended a hand to coerce the shadows to wrap tendrils around the men's limbs. Suit walked towards the trapped men, whose cries were now muffled as the shadows wrapped themselves around their mouths. He placed his cards back in his pockets and revealed one of his trench knives, holding out a palm so that a small sphere of light could make him visible. The terrified looks from the men made suit smile as he placed the edge to the neck of the first man, viscously spilling his blood as he slit his throat. The man would lightly drop to the floor as the shadows braced his fall...
Suit then walked to the other man and placed his knife edge hard upon the man's chest where his heart was. The executive tried hard to speak but alas could not. He tried his best to struggle but Suit's control of the shadows was too strong. His cries would turn into a whimper as Suit's knife sank slowly into his chest and into his heart, Killing the man.
Suit walked away from the corpse and took their money from the table, stuffing it all into the dufflebag that he had carried to the game. He hadn't been after their money but found that leaving such a large amount would make little sense. After he took his fill, he held out his arms and let the shadows move, cleaning away every fingerprint, taking away every drop of blood spilled upon the floor, and leaving the scene of the crime clean, save the bodies of those killed. After smiling at his work the shadows enveloped him, taking him outside to the New Belfast night where he would emerge outside in the parking lot of the hotel.
He turned his head to the right to watch as a woman committed a samurai-style decapitation of a man on the other side of the street. He wasn't sure if she saw his eyes make contact with hers but he did not care. He threw his dufflebag of money into the car and got into the drivers seat. Of course the car wasn't his, but that of one of the executives that he had slain. He turned on the ignition and admired the sound of the engine, bobbing his head at the ambient house music that played from the radio.
He hadn't gotten 5 miles down the road when he felt the cold steel of a gun-barrel pressed against the back of his head. A woman's voice spoke out as he sighed. "Keep driving, don't make any sudden moves or this trip is not going to be a pleasant one for either of us." Suit's eyes went to the rear view mirror to catch a glimpse of the woman speaking to him.
"Assassin?" He spoke out. But all she did was press the barrel harder against his head and insist that he keep driving.
For now, he would oblige.
OOC Notes
Issac simply sat there, having watched the girl as she walked over to him. He could tell they were roughly the same age, but in his mind she was only a child, since she seemed to have that guard with her. Boyfriend? Older brother? Well, it didn't really matter. after she'd spoken to him about his eyes the guy she was with walked over, and for a moment Issac thought there might be a fight, which would be stupid on his part, as he could easily 'transmute' his hand into glass, turning his fingers into jagged shards, and rip open the man's neck.
But the thoughts quickly passed as the girl rose and followed him back to the bar, where they got a beer and began laughing and talking. If it wasn't for the fact that he could feel her eyes on him now and then he would have simply forgotten about the two of them, but he knew that her eyes on him seemed to rile the guy on her side up some.
It wasn't often that Issac had the oppertunity to drink anything stronger than water, so he wasn't used to the slight burn of the whiskey as he took a long sip from his glass once the barmaid had gotten the courage up to bring it to him. And as he sat his glass down on the table top once more he looked back at the man with the file.
'Maybe he's just a cop, or a privite eye...' Issac thought as he looked the man over, then returned his eyes to his glass. 'Maybe, but there's something about him. He's probably with Mythos. That would explain it all I guess, and it would mean he was one of us. The only question is, is that a good or bad thing for somone like me?'
If you were one of the experiments who'd been let loose, times were hard. Not only did you have to worry about normal people and the cops, there were the toublemakers, Problem Children they were called. Personally Issac thought that with them, something just snapped in their minds. Who believes in super heros anymore anyway? And if you were one of their kind when they exploded, you could get caught in the spotlight as well.
But the thoughts quickly passed as the girl rose and followed him back to the bar, where they got a beer and began laughing and talking. If it wasn't for the fact that he could feel her eyes on him now and then he would have simply forgotten about the two of them, but he knew that her eyes on him seemed to rile the guy on her side up some.
It wasn't often that Issac had the oppertunity to drink anything stronger than water, so he wasn't used to the slight burn of the whiskey as he took a long sip from his glass once the barmaid had gotten the courage up to bring it to him. And as he sat his glass down on the table top once more he looked back at the man with the file.
'Maybe he's just a cop, or a privite eye...' Issac thought as he looked the man over, then returned his eyes to his glass. 'Maybe, but there's something about him. He's probably with Mythos. That would explain it all I guess, and it would mean he was one of us. The only question is, is that a good or bad thing for somone like me?'
If you were one of the experiments who'd been let loose, times were hard. Not only did you have to worry about normal people and the cops, there were the toublemakers, Problem Children they were called. Personally Issac thought that with them, something just snapped in their minds. Who believes in super heros anymore anyway? And if you were one of their kind when they exploded, you could get caught in the spotlight as well.
OOC Notes
The scent of the other children was too powerful to miss. Donovan had to keep himself from jerking upright when the girl first entered the bar. He couldn't say if he knew their names, but he was sure they were Children of Olympus and definitely not Mythos. The smell was unmistakable. Every person's scent was unique, but all the subjects retained a distinct characteristic to their scent, an overlaying smell. One, common to all of them. It reminded Donovan of copper or iron, a metallic scent that would sometimes burn a little to the senses. The boy and girl shared similar base scents, like blackberries and blueberries. They were most likely siblings. The man who sat alone with the whiskey smelt like a mix of many different things, something Donovan had never encountered before. He decided to chalk that up to the beers, maybe they where dulling his sense a little.
Donovan took one last swig from his glass and downed the rest of his drink. Just than the music changed, to "More Than a Feelin'" by Boston.
"Well," said Donovan to no one in particular. "I guess thats my cue."
Inside the beast raged against his mind. The smell of the other children had excited it into a frenzy. It wanted nothing more than to break free and tear the others apart, but Donovan kept it locked up. A few beers wouldn't be enough to break his control. He placed the folder inside his coat and lit another cigarette. It was gonna be a long day.
Donovan took one last swig from his glass and downed the rest of his drink. Just than the music changed, to "More Than a Feelin'" by Boston.
"Well," said Donovan to no one in particular. "I guess thats my cue."
Inside the beast raged against his mind. The smell of the other children had excited it into a frenzy. It wanted nothing more than to break free and tear the others apart, but Donovan kept it locked up. A few beers wouldn't be enough to break his control. He placed the folder inside his coat and lit another cigarette. It was gonna be a long day.
OOC Notes
Jack entered the forest entrance. You used to have to pay to get in here years ago, but not these days. There was still a fee to use the beach that was around the lake, but no one went there anyway. There were rumors of...problems...in the lake. The fish count was low, although none of them were dead, it seemed that they were swimming up the rivers. How was this possible? No one really knew, and quite frankly, no one wanted to find out. As far as he knew, anyway.
The forest was so peaceful. I could live here forever, away from everybody, thought Jack. No one would miss him anyway. He had a rope coiled around his right hand, just in case it didn't work. It's not like it wouldn't, but there was hope. The branches were starting to look appetizing. But he couldn't end himself, the world would stop if he did. He continued down the path, looking for the path to the clearing. It was where the lush, green trees suddenly turned dry, that's what Mythos told him. "Come here every week. You need to". But why? It's not like he was doing anything important.
There it was. The leaves were brown and dry here. Jack took a left down that path. It was very short, but the trees still stayed dead. Jack stepped out into the clearing. There was a very large, open generator in the middle. It wasn't connected to anything, and electricity was still flowing in it. Jack walked up to it, slowly, and quietly, and gazed inside. Wires, core, the works. Jack sighed, and pulled out a bottle of water. He first took a drink from it, and then he poured half of what was left of it on his hand. They were dripping wet now. Then he took a breath. The thought of doing this scared him, but he had to.
He pushed his hands into the generator, but he recoiled at the last second. He took another breath. "One," he counted, "two, three," he forced his hands in, and touched the core of the generator. Without a minute of hesitation, the electricity from the core began to go from his fingers to his toes, energizing everything in its path. Jack wanted to pull his hands away from the core, it hurt so much. It was like a fire raging inside his entire body. But he had to keep it there, only for a little bit longer. Eventually the pain was too great, the world began to fade around him. Jack lost consciousness, and fell to the ground.
Jack woke up. He wasn't sure if it was seconds, minutes, hours, days...most likely seconds though. He felt the rope coiled around his arm, and tossed it away. Why would he need that here? Jack could feel the powers of electricity flowing through him, and he could do with it what he pleased. He was a different person than the person that came in the forest. Not even the ghost of his father could bother him. Jack stood up, and walked out of the forest.
The forest was so peaceful. I could live here forever, away from everybody, thought Jack. No one would miss him anyway. He had a rope coiled around his right hand, just in case it didn't work. It's not like it wouldn't, but there was hope. The branches were starting to look appetizing. But he couldn't end himself, the world would stop if he did. He continued down the path, looking for the path to the clearing. It was where the lush, green trees suddenly turned dry, that's what Mythos told him. "Come here every week. You need to". But why? It's not like he was doing anything important.
There it was. The leaves were brown and dry here. Jack took a left down that path. It was very short, but the trees still stayed dead. Jack stepped out into the clearing. There was a very large, open generator in the middle. It wasn't connected to anything, and electricity was still flowing in it. Jack walked up to it, slowly, and quietly, and gazed inside. Wires, core, the works. Jack sighed, and pulled out a bottle of water. He first took a drink from it, and then he poured half of what was left of it on his hand. They were dripping wet now. Then he took a breath. The thought of doing this scared him, but he had to.
He pushed his hands into the generator, but he recoiled at the last second. He took another breath. "One," he counted, "two, three," he forced his hands in, and touched the core of the generator. Without a minute of hesitation, the electricity from the core began to go from his fingers to his toes, energizing everything in its path. Jack wanted to pull his hands away from the core, it hurt so much. It was like a fire raging inside his entire body. But he had to keep it there, only for a little bit longer. Eventually the pain was too great, the world began to fade around him. Jack lost consciousness, and fell to the ground.
Jack woke up. He wasn't sure if it was seconds, minutes, hours, days...most likely seconds though. He felt the rope coiled around his arm, and tossed it away. Why would he need that here? Jack could feel the powers of electricity flowing through him, and he could do with it what he pleased. He was a different person than the person that came in the forest. Not even the ghost of his father could bother him. Jack stood up, and walked out of the forest.
OOC Notes
Talon smiled as she watched the whole scene unfold outside the hotel with the man's murders and the woman getting in the car. She laughed as she made the man see a stop light every time. She smiled, thinking of what might happen. Talon, that's not nice Her Good side scolded her, as she groaned. Ugh, lighten up Good! I think that was a good one Talon! Her Bad side said, Talon going to sit on a bench, near the destination of the car. She smiled, watching the car from far away. It's not ncie to stare Her Devious and Good side said together.
OOC Notes
Phoe went into the Forest, losing Magnum. She went near the lake, but felt a strange vibe, and went more into the deep forest. You haven't been here in a while, welcome home Phoenix... a strangely familiar voice said, wrapping ivy aroudn her body. She'd never been in Haven National Forest, and it was wierd for something to say "Home". The Forest has missed you, and claims you back... the voice said, interlacing the ivy and vines tighter around the girl. When she finally realized what was happening, she struggled, but teh Nature got to her. It got inside her head, and all around her body. Don't fight it, Little Blossom. You are home again... Her hair fell out, and a long, full head of red hair appeared, the lily popping above her ear, kind of looking like Poison Ivy, except the hair. She she stopped struggling, and saw a boy she suddenly didn't remember, and was mad.
Magnum finally found Phoenix. He watched in horror as a vine wrapped around his waist, hoisting him up. "Who are you? What are you doing in my kingdom?" Phoe and a voice yelled, a demanding part in her voice. "Magnum, your brother!" he yelled, slicing the vine with his knife. Phoe screamed, almost gaining control. He heard a voice. Do not fight it, Dear Blossom, fight the intruder of our kingdom! it said, lashing a vine out. It stood Phoe up, high above Magnum's 6ft1 body. It lashed millions of vines and ivy, interlacing his body and hoisting him up again. "You dare enter my kingdom, ahhhhhh!" it ended with just Phoe's voice, as her attire changed to normal, and she fell from the high position. Magnum fell, the scrapes giving him serious pain. He picked up her unconscious body. He left, trying to find help.
Magnum finally found Phoenix. He watched in horror as a vine wrapped around his waist, hoisting him up. "Who are you? What are you doing in my kingdom?" Phoe and a voice yelled, a demanding part in her voice. "Magnum, your brother!" he yelled, slicing the vine with his knife. Phoe screamed, almost gaining control. He heard a voice. Do not fight it, Dear Blossom, fight the intruder of our kingdom! it said, lashing a vine out. It stood Phoe up, high above Magnum's 6ft1 body. It lashed millions of vines and ivy, interlacing his body and hoisting him up again. "You dare enter my kingdom, ahhhhhh!" it ended with just Phoe's voice, as her attire changed to normal, and she fell from the high position. Magnum fell, the scrapes giving him serious pain. He picked up her unconscious body. He left, trying to find help.
OOC Notes
Suit continued to drive, wondering why the woman behind pressing the gun against the back of his head kept trying to chastise him for running red lights. "What the hell do you keep speaking of?" He wondered as her eyes lit up once more as she continued to see red lights being run. She pressed the gun against his head harder, which finally annoyed the shit out of him. He hadn't been able to have his mind altered because of his trend to always get lost in his own world. This lady however was keeping that world from being fully played out so he decided he'd had enough.
With a slam of the breaks he quickly moved his head as a shot from her gun rang out, the bullet exiting the front windshield. His right hand went down into one of his pockets and revealed a 10 of hearts. Suit quickly turned around grinning to himself as she held her forehead from when it slammed against the front seat. He nonchalantly flicked the diamond-edged card towards her, watching as it lodged into her forehead. She began to scream in a hideous shrill as the phosphorous burned and burned through her flesh & bone, the chemical showing no signs of slowing down.
Suit quickly unfastened his seatbelt and leaned over the front-seat, shaking her violently as the chemical continued to burn. "Tell me who the fuck sent you!" He screamed over and over "And maybe I'll stop the burn!". She began to sob from the pain, the only confession coming out of her mouth was "We wanted Yan-Mei! We wanted Yan-Mei!". This enraged suit and he simply turned around and continued to drive, listening to her screams over the radio until they finally died out. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her lifeless body slumped in the seat.
He took a deep breath as he drove, looking in the glove compartment and pulling out a cellphone that had been left in the car. After making sure it couldn't be traced, he made a call to a familiar line, and spoke to a familiar voice.
"We need to talk" he said before he simply hung up, driving the car to an empty parking lot. He got out and took out the bag of money from the executive poker game. Looking up and sending a blast of light to kill the power to the overhead street lamp. He set the duffel out on the ground and pulled out a small crown royal bag that clanked with the sounds of many poker chips. After sorting through the different colors he took out a handful of chips that were all adorned with the suit of diamonds. He then threw the chips into the car, walking backwards and forming for himself a poncho of shadow to protect him from the explosion that burst forth in the night. The fires quickly raged, the light from the flames causing his shadow poncho to fade away as he walked from the scene of the crime.
He put his hands on his pocket and walked from the parking lot, taking in the beautiful Old Belfast night....
With a slam of the breaks he quickly moved his head as a shot from her gun rang out, the bullet exiting the front windshield. His right hand went down into one of his pockets and revealed a 10 of hearts. Suit quickly turned around grinning to himself as she held her forehead from when it slammed against the front seat. He nonchalantly flicked the diamond-edged card towards her, watching as it lodged into her forehead. She began to scream in a hideous shrill as the phosphorous burned and burned through her flesh & bone, the chemical showing no signs of slowing down.
Suit quickly unfastened his seatbelt and leaned over the front-seat, shaking her violently as the chemical continued to burn. "Tell me who the fuck sent you!" He screamed over and over "And maybe I'll stop the burn!". She began to sob from the pain, the only confession coming out of her mouth was "We wanted Yan-Mei! We wanted Yan-Mei!". This enraged suit and he simply turned around and continued to drive, listening to her screams over the radio until they finally died out. Her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her lifeless body slumped in the seat.
He took a deep breath as he drove, looking in the glove compartment and pulling out a cellphone that had been left in the car. After making sure it couldn't be traced, he made a call to a familiar line, and spoke to a familiar voice.
"We need to talk" he said before he simply hung up, driving the car to an empty parking lot. He got out and took out the bag of money from the executive poker game. Looking up and sending a blast of light to kill the power to the overhead street lamp. He set the duffel out on the ground and pulled out a small crown royal bag that clanked with the sounds of many poker chips. After sorting through the different colors he took out a handful of chips that were all adorned with the suit of diamonds. He then threw the chips into the car, walking backwards and forming for himself a poncho of shadow to protect him from the explosion that burst forth in the night. The fires quickly raged, the light from the flames causing his shadow poncho to fade away as he walked from the scene of the crime.
He put his hands on his pocket and walked from the parking lot, taking in the beautiful Old Belfast night....
OOC Notes
Issac couldn't help but chuckle a little at this. It seemed as if Fate had stepped into the room at that moment. And suddenly there was a tension, something he couldn't really describe. Looking around, though, he found that he and this trench coat wearing man were about the only people there anymore. The girl and her guard were no where to be seen.
To a normal person, this might be odd, but for a Child of Olympus, it was normal. Somewhat anyway. Teleportation was something relatively simple to their kind, certainly no harder to imagine than his own ability to 'transmute', as he called it, his body from flesh and blood to something else, like wood.
“Something wrong officer?” Issac asked, looking back at the man, then to his drink.
Lifting it up he swallowed the rest of it and placed the glass back on the table, not looking at the man again, yet. Reaching into his pocket he takes out a small wad of bills, all his money, which he found just a few hours ago in a gutter. He placed this on the table, hoping it was enough for the drink and a tip.
As the bills began to uncrinkle he placed his hand flat on the table. What happened only took and instant, but it did happen. First his eyes flared brightly under his shade of hair, then the color of his hand changed to a dark brown, the color of the wooden table on which it rested. When the second was over his hand was as strong as heavy as oak, and his eyes were back to their dim, nearly nonexistent glow. And he was standing, slipping both hands in his pockets.
“Seems a little lonely in there,” Issac spoke, looking the man in the eyes, “Should we step out?”
In these sort of situations Issac found trouble always followed. In his mind it was a safe bet that this could get messy, and although he knew none of the people in this place, for that is what they were, just simple, good or evil, people, he didn't want them involved. He'd seen other members of Mythos mush less civil then this guy, who would rather slice your head off then speak to you.
To a normal person, this might be odd, but for a Child of Olympus, it was normal. Somewhat anyway. Teleportation was something relatively simple to their kind, certainly no harder to imagine than his own ability to 'transmute', as he called it, his body from flesh and blood to something else, like wood.
“Something wrong officer?” Issac asked, looking back at the man, then to his drink.
Lifting it up he swallowed the rest of it and placed the glass back on the table, not looking at the man again, yet. Reaching into his pocket he takes out a small wad of bills, all his money, which he found just a few hours ago in a gutter. He placed this on the table, hoping it was enough for the drink and a tip.
As the bills began to uncrinkle he placed his hand flat on the table. What happened only took and instant, but it did happen. First his eyes flared brightly under his shade of hair, then the color of his hand changed to a dark brown, the color of the wooden table on which it rested. When the second was over his hand was as strong as heavy as oak, and his eyes were back to their dim, nearly nonexistent glow. And he was standing, slipping both hands in his pockets.
“Seems a little lonely in there,” Issac spoke, looking the man in the eyes, “Should we step out?”
In these sort of situations Issac found trouble always followed. In his mind it was a safe bet that this could get messy, and although he knew none of the people in this place, for that is what they were, just simple, good or evil, people, he didn't want them involved. He'd seen other members of Mythos mush less civil then this guy, who would rather slice your head off then speak to you.
OOC Notes
Moved, sorry
OOC Notes
The muted roaring of the crowd, the slight hint of sweat, the well worn bench in which many a fighters had sat while nervously awaiting their turn to enter the arena. To Blaze, it was an all to familiar stopping point between his two homes, his moment to reflect on life. He sat, head bowed, mind attuned to the roaring of the crowd and the rapid beating in his chest as he waited. Then a knock at the door and an elderly man dressed in sweat suit stepped in. "Time to gather yourself Kid." He called, and with those words the young fighter lifted himself from the bench working the stiffness from his joints as he did. "How long have i been out Coach?" Blaze asked, Coach grinned in earnest "Long enough." He replied. He moved in, inspecting the bandages wrapped around his fighters arms and legs. With an approving nod he stepped back and presented the door for him.
"Your title awaits.", Coach said, and with a nod of confidence Blaze stepped into the hallway and proceeded down the darkened corridor, Coach stepping in behind him. the crowd slowly began to roar louder, until he finally stepped up to the doorway leading into the arena. He could hear the screams for both maniacs and gamblers as they tried to make last minutes bets. He even though he could here the scream of children wanting to see another fight. And now! In seconds the audience quieted in response to the announcers voice. Blaze felt himself shiver in anticipation, Ladies and Gentlemen it pleases me to present to you, the match between two young and infamous superstars, each carrying his own style, his own morals, and their pride in this match tonight! He felt a sudden slap on his back, grinned at the one who has helped him all this time.
"The Belt will come back Coach." He assured him, Coach laughed at that, "I'm happy as long as you come back alive." He replied. I present, the infamous Underworld Belt Championship match! the crowd erupted in elation at the announcement, the announcer continuing on Weighing 179 pounds, and standing at a diminutive five foot nine inches, with a record of 27 wins and 2 losses! Blaze "The Fortress" Jones! Finally Blaze stepped into the arena, his bandaged feet carrying him towards his second home in the arena. He felt numb, the audience reaching out to touch him, Coach trying to give tips on how to face the champion, and the feel of the cold steel staircase, then the rough mats of the arena.
Standing at six feet two inches and weighing a hefty 200 pounds, with a record of 29 wins and no losses! Vet "The Fury" Monroe! Blaze felt a small thrill of anticipation as his opponent entered, he was huge and lean, the balanced type. His hair cropped short and dyed a brilliant blue and he wore a flashy robe to accompany his belt. Vet raised his arms in salute before running to the ring and flipping inside, His coach hurrying to catch up. The ref entered, wearing the classic black and white stripped polo and motioned for the two fighters to shake. Blaze complied stepping forth and presenting his hand in a gesture of good will. Vet complied but never took it. the whispers began to erupt and silenced immediately when the champion raised his hand.
"I don't shake with those i never fought before." he explained. Blazed blinked in surprise and dropped his hand, the crowd silently waiting for a reply. He smiled ruefully, "I guess will find out if i'm worthy for a shake, after i earn your belt." The crowd roared it's approval, and the two fighters turned and strode back to their respected corners. "Rather cocky coming from a modest guy like you." Coach said grinning, he held out a water bottle which Blaze gratefully accepted. "I figured the crowd needed some drama before the fight actually began." Blaze replied, he took a small sip to moisten his lips and throat handing back the water as he turned to lean against the post. He eyed the champion as he passed his flashy robe and belt over to his coach before turning to face his challenger. They eyed each other trying to locate a weakness to exploit. The bell rang for the first round, and in seconds the two fighters launched from their corners, fist's drawn back in preparation for a flurry of attacks.
"Your title awaits.", Coach said, and with a nod of confidence Blaze stepped into the hallway and proceeded down the darkened corridor, Coach stepping in behind him. the crowd slowly began to roar louder, until he finally stepped up to the doorway leading into the arena. He could hear the screams for both maniacs and gamblers as they tried to make last minutes bets. He even though he could here the scream of children wanting to see another fight. And now! In seconds the audience quieted in response to the announcers voice. Blaze felt himself shiver in anticipation, Ladies and Gentlemen it pleases me to present to you, the match between two young and infamous superstars, each carrying his own style, his own morals, and their pride in this match tonight! He felt a sudden slap on his back, grinned at the one who has helped him all this time.
"The Belt will come back Coach." He assured him, Coach laughed at that, "I'm happy as long as you come back alive." He replied. I present, the infamous Underworld Belt Championship match! the crowd erupted in elation at the announcement, the announcer continuing on Weighing 179 pounds, and standing at a diminutive five foot nine inches, with a record of 27 wins and 2 losses! Blaze "The Fortress" Jones! Finally Blaze stepped into the arena, his bandaged feet carrying him towards his second home in the arena. He felt numb, the audience reaching out to touch him, Coach trying to give tips on how to face the champion, and the feel of the cold steel staircase, then the rough mats of the arena.
Standing at six feet two inches and weighing a hefty 200 pounds, with a record of 29 wins and no losses! Vet "The Fury" Monroe! Blaze felt a small thrill of anticipation as his opponent entered, he was huge and lean, the balanced type. His hair cropped short and dyed a brilliant blue and he wore a flashy robe to accompany his belt. Vet raised his arms in salute before running to the ring and flipping inside, His coach hurrying to catch up. The ref entered, wearing the classic black and white stripped polo and motioned for the two fighters to shake. Blaze complied stepping forth and presenting his hand in a gesture of good will. Vet complied but never took it. the whispers began to erupt and silenced immediately when the champion raised his hand.
"I don't shake with those i never fought before." he explained. Blazed blinked in surprise and dropped his hand, the crowd silently waiting for a reply. He smiled ruefully, "I guess will find out if i'm worthy for a shake, after i earn your belt." The crowd roared it's approval, and the two fighters turned and strode back to their respected corners. "Rather cocky coming from a modest guy like you." Coach said grinning, he held out a water bottle which Blaze gratefully accepted. "I figured the crowd needed some drama before the fight actually began." Blaze replied, he took a small sip to moisten his lips and throat handing back the water as he turned to lean against the post. He eyed the champion as he passed his flashy robe and belt over to his coach before turning to face his challenger. They eyed each other trying to locate a weakness to exploit. The bell rang for the first round, and in seconds the two fighters launched from their corners, fist's drawn back in preparation for a flurry of attacks.
OOC Notes
Donovan turned in surprise as the other man addressed him. He had only been talking to himself, and apparently this stranger had assumed the worst. Whenever the Mythos coordinator found himself in these situations, and he'd found himself in quite a few, one word came to mind..."Shit." The man had come into the bar willingly, which meant he couldn't possibly be a member of Hades. Yet, he couldn't put it past a problem child to wander into the meeting place of their enemy. Or, god willing, it was just a misunderstanding.
"If you insist," said Donovan as calmly as possible. "I'm sure its quite a nice night outside. Mark, put that last beer on my tab."
Donovan led the way out the door of McCain's and stepped into the alley adjacent to the bar. The beast was raging now, the very thought of confrontation making it salivate like a starving stray. Donovan ignored his demon's urges and casually reached into his jacket and pulled out his badge.
"I'm NBPD," said Donovan. "I don't want any trouble. I know what you are and I have no intention of interfering with you. It would be best...for both of us if we avoided any sort of violence."
The beast was howling now, scratching away at its ephemeral prison like a rabid animal. Donovan had to hope this man didn't misunderstand the situation...he really liked this coat.
"If you insist," said Donovan as calmly as possible. "I'm sure its quite a nice night outside. Mark, put that last beer on my tab."
Donovan led the way out the door of McCain's and stepped into the alley adjacent to the bar. The beast was raging now, the very thought of confrontation making it salivate like a starving stray. Donovan ignored his demon's urges and casually reached into his jacket and pulled out his badge.
"I'm NBPD," said Donovan. "I don't want any trouble. I know what you are and I have no intention of interfering with you. It would be best...for both of us if we avoided any sort of violence."
The beast was howling now, scratching away at its ephemeral prison like a rabid animal. Donovan had to hope this man didn't misunderstand the situation...he really liked this coat.
OOC Notes
Issac sighed. He felt something about this guy, and aura maybe, but stronger. In his mind he flipped through pictures of the faces he could still remember that were like him. None stuck out right away, so he let it go. he didn't say anything as the man spoke and headed for the door. calmy, casually, he followed, not getting to close, afraid that aura might...what? Bite him?
"Got a real badge and everything, huh? I didn't think a member of Mythos had such privilages..." Issac said as they stopped in the alleyway and he looked the badge over. "As for trouble, I don't want any either, but honestly, I think you're lying about it. That look in your eyes betrays you, like a cornered animal ready to make a break for it..."
With a sigh he reached his left hand out and ran it through his hair, letting the man see it was wooden, but still completely articulate. No prostetic, no special glove, the real thing. Somewhere deep inside he wondered what this guy's ability might be. Trying to decide what to do now he closed his eyes for a moment and lowered his hand back to his side. When they opened again they glowed darkly.
"So, what am I to you? Prey, a bum? I'm not a Problem Child if that's what you're thinking, just a drifter with a DNA complex, you might say. If you want to walk away, go ahead, if not..." Issac trailed off.
Looking behind the man he say a familiar face. It was a member of Hades, a low ranked rat of a guy who was quick and quiet. No doubt he was looking for Issac, ready to ger his payment, his returned favor. He hoped the guy wouldn't see, but just incase he backed away from the man before him, back into the shadows and against the wall. When his bare hands touched the cool wall he allowed his body to turn to stone, causing his scent to dissapear completely.
(sorry to keep posting in the wrong place, not doing it on puspose :()
"Got a real badge and everything, huh? I didn't think a member of Mythos had such privilages..." Issac said as they stopped in the alleyway and he looked the badge over. "As for trouble, I don't want any either, but honestly, I think you're lying about it. That look in your eyes betrays you, like a cornered animal ready to make a break for it..."
With a sigh he reached his left hand out and ran it through his hair, letting the man see it was wooden, but still completely articulate. No prostetic, no special glove, the real thing. Somewhere deep inside he wondered what this guy's ability might be. Trying to decide what to do now he closed his eyes for a moment and lowered his hand back to his side. When they opened again they glowed darkly.
"So, what am I to you? Prey, a bum? I'm not a Problem Child if that's what you're thinking, just a drifter with a DNA complex, you might say. If you want to walk away, go ahead, if not..." Issac trailed off.
Looking behind the man he say a familiar face. It was a member of Hades, a low ranked rat of a guy who was quick and quiet. No doubt he was looking for Issac, ready to ger his payment, his returned favor. He hoped the guy wouldn't see, but just incase he backed away from the man before him, back into the shadows and against the wall. When his bare hands touched the cool wall he allowed his body to turn to stone, causing his scent to dissapear completely.
(sorry to keep posting in the wrong place, not doing it on puspose :()
OOC Notes
Ravi walked along the sidewalk with a friend of his, Saeed, who was babbling on as usual. “So I told the chick, ‘Hey, if you don’t wanna fuck then we don’t hav’ta, but you owe me for that dinner…’” Ravi was barely paying attention; instead he was focused on their surroundings as they walked. They had hopped upon public transport from New Orient to the Basin and Ravi couldn’t help but keep his eyes off the crap around them. The pavement was cracked, weeds and other plant life struggling to grow from them, and trash was everywhere. Granted, this wasn’t a new sight to Ravi, who lived in the poorer part of New Orient, but he had trouble believing that the whole of the Basin was in such disarray as this. New Orient attracted enough business from the upper class to pay for all of its upkeep and he expected that somehow the Basin could have scraped together enough to clean its streets.
There he went again, feebly hoping that the world wasn’t as bleak and soulless as it really was. One would think that after all he’d been through he wouldn’t forget that. After all, that’s what his power did right? He was never able to forget the terrible things he had done when using that power, which was part of the price. Several images, clear as the first time he ever saw them, flashed into his mind; a man’s face being literally drained of life, the skin going taut over the skull, the eyes sinking in; a little girl’s body, covered in blood in some alley way, raped some punk who got what he deserved after that; and countless others. Ravi groaned in near physical pain, gripping his head. Saeed stopped and turned towards him, “What’s up man? Another headache?” Ravi pulled himself together, pushing the images to the back of his mind. “Yah… I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.” Saeed gave him a once over, “I got some stuff that’ll clear that up, just stay cool till we get there.” Ah, that’s right. They were headed to the Basin Underground, there was gonna be a big fight tonight. Ravi nodded to Saeed and they continued on.
When they arrived at the entrance, the bouncer by the door nodded to them and let them in. Hell, they’d been here so often that he didn’t bother to stop them. They pushed through the mass of people hanging around the hallway entrance and found their way to the fighting arena. Before heading to the seats, they stopped by the betting office. Ravi checked the bets: Vet "The Fury" Monroe, an undefeated fighter, was going for 2:1, Blaze "The Fortress" Jones, the challenger, was going for 4:1. Ravi dug out an envelope from his coat pocket and slid it to the bet keeper. “Gimmie 500 on The Fortress.” The man nodded and took the money before handing Ravi a receipt.
Ravi turned round to see Saeed looking at him in mock disbelief, “You’re gonna be sorely disappointed, betting on the underdog like that.” He then put some money down on The Fury instead. Ravi shrugged, “Life is all about taking dangerous chances.” Saeed laughed, leading them over to some seats. “Is that why you lost your arm Ravi, too many dangerous chances?” Ravi ignored him, sitting and saying, “Pass me the stuff man.” Saeed gave a last snort of laughter, somewhat disappointed that Ravi never talked about his arm, and pulled something from out of his bag. It was a small white object, similar to a cigarette; upon any inspection one would acknowledge it to be a joint. He brought it to his lips, light it, and took several puffs before handing it over to Ravi. Ravi grabbed it from him and took some greedy puffs of his own. Slowly, the drug sunk in and he relaxed as the images faded away. Drugs and alcohol seemed to be Ravi’s only escape from his nightmares, and he indulged in them frequently.
As he and Saeed had been smoking, the fighters had already entered the arena. Ravi glanced up to gauge the fighters. The big guy in the corner, whom he deduced to be The Fury, looked a formidable opponent, Ravi could see how he had gotten so far. Ravi turned to look at his fighter, The Fortress. The man looked capable himself, his body showed signs of years of experience in the ring. As Ravi looked him over, something peculiar struck him. He didn’t know how he knew, but there was something special about the man, something… familiar. He was sure he’d never met the man, or at least not that he could remember. No, the feeling was deeper than that, something intuitive yet seemingly unnatural. Ravi watched him curiously as the fight began.
There he went again, feebly hoping that the world wasn’t as bleak and soulless as it really was. One would think that after all he’d been through he wouldn’t forget that. After all, that’s what his power did right? He was never able to forget the terrible things he had done when using that power, which was part of the price. Several images, clear as the first time he ever saw them, flashed into his mind; a man’s face being literally drained of life, the skin going taut over the skull, the eyes sinking in; a little girl’s body, covered in blood in some alley way, raped some punk who got what he deserved after that; and countless others. Ravi groaned in near physical pain, gripping his head. Saeed stopped and turned towards him, “What’s up man? Another headache?” Ravi pulled himself together, pushing the images to the back of his mind. “Yah… I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it.” Saeed gave him a once over, “I got some stuff that’ll clear that up, just stay cool till we get there.” Ah, that’s right. They were headed to the Basin Underground, there was gonna be a big fight tonight. Ravi nodded to Saeed and they continued on.
When they arrived at the entrance, the bouncer by the door nodded to them and let them in. Hell, they’d been here so often that he didn’t bother to stop them. They pushed through the mass of people hanging around the hallway entrance and found their way to the fighting arena. Before heading to the seats, they stopped by the betting office. Ravi checked the bets: Vet "The Fury" Monroe, an undefeated fighter, was going for 2:1, Blaze "The Fortress" Jones, the challenger, was going for 4:1. Ravi dug out an envelope from his coat pocket and slid it to the bet keeper. “Gimmie 500 on The Fortress.” The man nodded and took the money before handing Ravi a receipt.
Ravi turned round to see Saeed looking at him in mock disbelief, “You’re gonna be sorely disappointed, betting on the underdog like that.” He then put some money down on The Fury instead. Ravi shrugged, “Life is all about taking dangerous chances.” Saeed laughed, leading them over to some seats. “Is that why you lost your arm Ravi, too many dangerous chances?” Ravi ignored him, sitting and saying, “Pass me the stuff man.” Saeed gave a last snort of laughter, somewhat disappointed that Ravi never talked about his arm, and pulled something from out of his bag. It was a small white object, similar to a cigarette; upon any inspection one would acknowledge it to be a joint. He brought it to his lips, light it, and took several puffs before handing it over to Ravi. Ravi grabbed it from him and took some greedy puffs of his own. Slowly, the drug sunk in and he relaxed as the images faded away. Drugs and alcohol seemed to be Ravi’s only escape from his nightmares, and he indulged in them frequently.
As he and Saeed had been smoking, the fighters had already entered the arena. Ravi glanced up to gauge the fighters. The big guy in the corner, whom he deduced to be The Fury, looked a formidable opponent, Ravi could see how he had gotten so far. Ravi turned to look at his fighter, The Fortress. The man looked capable himself, his body showed signs of years of experience in the ring. As Ravi looked him over, something peculiar struck him. He didn’t know how he knew, but there was something special about the man, something… familiar. He was sure he’d never met the man, or at least not that he could remember. No, the feeling was deeper than that, something intuitive yet seemingly unnatural. Ravi watched him curiously as the fight began.
OOC Notes
The man disappeared from sight and his scent along with him. All Donovan could smell now was...the alley? No, there was someone else, another child. Donovan turned quickly enough to spot a rodent like fellow behind him. The beast kicked now. The mental force was so great that Donovan actually fell to his knees. How could it have gotten this out of hand? He gripped his head, the cigarette falling to the ground. He slowed his breathing then, focusing on deep breaths. As he continued the routine his control returned little by little. Finally, the beast quieted and Donovan rose to his feet.
"Me...stronger...now...soon...soon," whispered a voice inside his head.
The voice sounded low and raspy, like someone trying to speak with a mouthful of rocks. But the sound wasn't off putting, the fact that it had spoken was. The demon inside had never presented anything but pure instinct or need, never an actual coherent thought.
"No, no, no, no, no," whispered Donovan. "Its just my head, nothing else."
The stress, it had to be. With the Organization breathing down his neck, the others looking to him for guidance, the sudden rush of adrenaline his mind was buckling under the pressure. Donovan locked eyes with the rodent like man. He'd seen his face in Organization files, a low level Hades runner. Donovan pulled out another cigarette and lit it with shaky hands.
"I'm gonna tell you once," he snarled. "Get out of my part of town, and stay away from MY bar!"
His hands suddenly convulsed. The fingers clenched into fists and back again, but when they returned they were tipped with razor sharp claws. His canines elongated, protruding past his lip. And his pupils shifted, from orbs to reptile-like slits.
"NOW GET!", roared Donovan.
"Me...stronger...now...soon...soon," whispered a voice inside his head.
The voice sounded low and raspy, like someone trying to speak with a mouthful of rocks. But the sound wasn't off putting, the fact that it had spoken was. The demon inside had never presented anything but pure instinct or need, never an actual coherent thought.
"No, no, no, no, no," whispered Donovan. "Its just my head, nothing else."
The stress, it had to be. With the Organization breathing down his neck, the others looking to him for guidance, the sudden rush of adrenaline his mind was buckling under the pressure. Donovan locked eyes with the rodent like man. He'd seen his face in Organization files, a low level Hades runner. Donovan pulled out another cigarette and lit it with shaky hands.
"I'm gonna tell you once," he snarled. "Get out of my part of town, and stay away from MY bar!"
His hands suddenly convulsed. The fingers clenched into fists and back again, but when they returned they were tipped with razor sharp claws. His canines elongated, protruding past his lip. And his pupils shifted, from orbs to reptile-like slits.
"NOW GET!", roared Donovan.
OOC Notes
The rodent man looked at Donovan for a moment, but only just, then he ran, like the cowardly being he was, back towards New Orient, where he would no doubt warn the higher ups about the Mythos man who, aparently, was keeping their pawn safe for the moment.
"You alright?" Issac asks, stepping out from the shadows once more, still made of brick, his face and hards actually revealing the patteren of the wall he'd leaned against. "You look a little, shaken."
That wasn't the right word. A better word might be rabid, but Issac had felt that aura about this man grow very strong just a moment ago, then slowly recede, like the tide. He had no idea what was hidden under the skin of this one, and he had no intention of finding out, not tonight anyway, and never in a fight if he could help it. All he wanted now was to go find a warm place to sleep. He was hungry, he was almost always hungry, but right now that didn't register with him.
"Look, I'm sorry about all this, I was just...curious, I guess. I never know where I stand with you people and your badges. At least you didn't act first, though, I admit it was a mistake to act against you at all..." Issac wanted to mention something about that aura of his, but he thought better of it. The man had already supressed it, as best he could anyway, and he was still struggling. "If you want, I'll leave you to your bar and head off. I'm sure you've got something more important to do then stand in the shadows and talk to a bum like me."
"You alright?" Issac asks, stepping out from the shadows once more, still made of brick, his face and hards actually revealing the patteren of the wall he'd leaned against. "You look a little, shaken."
That wasn't the right word. A better word might be rabid, but Issac had felt that aura about this man grow very strong just a moment ago, then slowly recede, like the tide. He had no idea what was hidden under the skin of this one, and he had no intention of finding out, not tonight anyway, and never in a fight if he could help it. All he wanted now was to go find a warm place to sleep. He was hungry, he was almost always hungry, but right now that didn't register with him.
"Look, I'm sorry about all this, I was just...curious, I guess. I never know where I stand with you people and your badges. At least you didn't act first, though, I admit it was a mistake to act against you at all..." Issac wanted to mention something about that aura of his, but he thought better of it. The man had already supressed it, as best he could anyway, and he was still struggling. "If you want, I'll leave you to your bar and head off. I'm sure you've got something more important to do then stand in the shadows and talk to a bum like me."
OOC Notes
Donovan took a deep breath and allowed his body to shift back to its normal guise. He shook his head, ashamed of his own lack of control. What would he have done if the beast pushed just a little bit harder?
"I should be the one apologizing," said Donovan. "I wasn't acting very professional, its been a long day. Like I said, I'm a detective with the police department and as you seem to be aware, a member of Mythos. Name's Donovan...Donovan Blackstone. Sorry about that outburst there, sometimes I can be lacking in the self control department. But this place is a haven for us, and I don't like the hades lackeys stomping around."
He lit another cigarette. Damn, he was gonna run out before the night was over at this rate. He fished into his pocket then and pulled out a small business card. It was a simple card with his name and cell number on the front. Donovan handed it to the stranger.
"Again, I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot. Don't mean to sound weird but you smelt funny to me, comes with the ability," said Donovan tapping his nose with his index finger. "Don't feel threatened about coming around here either, and if you get into trouble give me a call. I may be Mythos, but I like to think that I'm a cop first."
"I should be the one apologizing," said Donovan. "I wasn't acting very professional, its been a long day. Like I said, I'm a detective with the police department and as you seem to be aware, a member of Mythos. Name's Donovan...Donovan Blackstone. Sorry about that outburst there, sometimes I can be lacking in the self control department. But this place is a haven for us, and I don't like the hades lackeys stomping around."
He lit another cigarette. Damn, he was gonna run out before the night was over at this rate. He fished into his pocket then and pulled out a small business card. It was a simple card with his name and cell number on the front. Donovan handed it to the stranger.
"Again, I'm sorry if we got off on the wrong foot. Don't mean to sound weird but you smelt funny to me, comes with the ability," said Donovan tapping his nose with his index finger. "Don't feel threatened about coming around here either, and if you get into trouble give me a call. I may be Mythos, but I like to think that I'm a cop first."
OOC Notes
Issac looked first at Donovan, then his card. Taking it, allowing himself to melt back to his normal apperance as well, he read it, then slipped it into the front pocket of his jeans.
"Thanks. And sorry about the lackey, that's my fault too. He was looking for me because I owe that bunch another favor..." He said with a sigh, running his hand through his hair again to get it out of his eyes. "And don't worry, I find myself thinking that whatever the hell you got locked up in your noggin's gotta be hard to handle, worse than the time I turned to stone and fell off one of the docks... Anyway, I think I should go. Rat boy'll be back soon, probably wirh help, and it would be best if he caught my scent headed away from you."
Issac gave him a weary smile, not because he didn't trust this guy, although in reality he didn't, but because he was tired. 'Transmuting his whole body took a bit of energy, and he was hungry, so he was lacking in that department. Patting the pocket with the card in it he turned away and walked back into the street, waving his hand over his shoulder at the guy.
"Oh, I almost forgot, my name's Issac Kain. Nice to meet you Donovan." he says with a small laugh. "Hope I smell better next time we meet."
And with that he was off down the street, headed towards the worse parts of Old Belfast, what he called home on occasion. In the back of his mind though he felt he would get no sleep tonight. Rat boy would catch him up, and would also know the scent of that detective and Mythos guy. If worse came to worse issac might be asked to off the guy to Hades could spread, but he wouldn't be able to do that. Even though he'd just met the man, and he wouldn't admit it aloud, Issac Kain was afraid of Donovan, afriad of the thing inside of him, and that nasty aura.
"Thanks. And sorry about the lackey, that's my fault too. He was looking for me because I owe that bunch another favor..." He said with a sigh, running his hand through his hair again to get it out of his eyes. "And don't worry, I find myself thinking that whatever the hell you got locked up in your noggin's gotta be hard to handle, worse than the time I turned to stone and fell off one of the docks... Anyway, I think I should go. Rat boy'll be back soon, probably wirh help, and it would be best if he caught my scent headed away from you."
Issac gave him a weary smile, not because he didn't trust this guy, although in reality he didn't, but because he was tired. 'Transmuting his whole body took a bit of energy, and he was hungry, so he was lacking in that department. Patting the pocket with the card in it he turned away and walked back into the street, waving his hand over his shoulder at the guy.
"Oh, I almost forgot, my name's Issac Kain. Nice to meet you Donovan." he says with a small laugh. "Hope I smell better next time we meet."
And with that he was off down the street, headed towards the worse parts of Old Belfast, what he called home on occasion. In the back of his mind though he felt he would get no sleep tonight. Rat boy would catch him up, and would also know the scent of that detective and Mythos guy. If worse came to worse issac might be asked to off the guy to Hades could spread, but he wouldn't be able to do that. Even though he'd just met the man, and he wouldn't admit it aloud, Issac Kain was afraid of Donovan, afriad of the thing inside of him, and that nasty aura.
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Problem Children: Out Of Character (OOC)
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Should we assume this is dead, considering it's been almost a month since anybody's posted?
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Until we have a character profile thread for the profiles not showing up, I post a link to my new character here, so that when I get around to using him people will actually know something about him.
http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/problem-children/characters/alex/
http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/problem-children/characters/alex/
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I'm still here waiting for something to happen so I can jump back into the RP. I'm also working on my new character, but the character isn't much use as long as the RP slowly creeps along where it is, so I'm just waiting.
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where is everyone and why haven't there been any recent posts! I'm panicking here people! lol nah jk but I would like to know why its been kinda slow.
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Sorry it took me so long to make a first post. At first I thought I wasn't accepted cause my character didn't show up. Then I checked a few days ago and she showed up. Made my first post yesterday and I look forward to rping with you. If you want to see my character she's Rei Koudo on the board.
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Rhyse makes a very good point. If anyone who has an approved character that doesn't appear on the page could please post the link to that character's profile on the ooc it would be much appreciated. Unfortunately a lot of people who stopped playing didn't bother to delete their characters and are wasting space on the wall.
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Could people who's character profiles aren't showing up but are going to be roleplaying maybe post their character profiles here, so we can actually see them? Know what the character looks like, what their powers are, etc.
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Ok, I'm back and have posted in reply to the recent development. I hope this will help speed things along. Once again if you recently submitted a character and a message hasn't notified you of its denial(along with a reason why) than its been approved and you can post.
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I will be gone for about a week. Hopefully a new character will post soon and start moving things along.
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I'm going to be gone until Saturday, so if the new post is up before then, that's why I don't respond.
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Ok so after a string of private messages and ooc posts(BTW I hate the whole "you cannot post so soon after your last post" bullshit) I have a pretty good idea of who's still playing. So on the list as of now is myself, sweet_angle66, Zuratul, Rhyse, RydeDawg, Tenaga, Paradigm IX, and Inferno XX. I also believe by the fact that they posted recently that Zacharyb and kairi.kills are still involved. I'm currently hoping that Zman will hop back on for the purpose of playing a significant villain. But even if he doesn't I am planning an event that will allow people to start posting again. I should have it posted sometime around 5:00 p.m. eastern time on tuesday.
One last note: If you submitted a character recently check to see that its been approved. If you did not recieve a rejection notice but still don't see your character on the list I did accept it. For some reason they're just not showing up on the list.
One last note: If you submitted a character recently check to see that its been approved. If you did not recieve a rejection notice but still don't see your character on the list I did accept it. For some reason they're just not showing up on the list.
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I just wanted to kind of do a role call to see who was still involved. I feel that I haven't been keeping up with this as well as I should have and am planning on fixing that. If you're still playing please let me know through the ooc board. If I don't hear from someone I'll pm them to double check. After I have a good idea of who's still playing I'll start really pushing to get the big stuff moving.
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No idea, I'm waiting for Donovain's response (I think, I'll have to go back and check again) so... That's why I haven't posted recently.
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I'm going to be out of town from Wednesday to Saturday. I might be able to get access to a computer, but I might not, so I thought I should keep you informed.
