RPG
Introduction
INDEX
||THE STORY||
||THE WORLD||
||THE ARMADA||
||THE GENESIS PROJECT||
||POWER CLASSIFICATION||
||THE EXPERIMENTS||
||THE HUMANS||
||GLOSSARY||
Evolution...
Science has brought us close to unlocking its true potential. Years of unethical experimentation... Thousands of "failed" experiments...
The year on Earth is 2139 A.D. For eighty years, the United States Government had siphoned thousands of tax dollars into the study of controlling and increasing the process of genetic advancement. Multiple factions experimenting in multiple ways to find a safe way to forcefully evolve us... to create super-humans to utilize as military weapons. All methods had proved fatal, turning out thousands upon thousands of failures... At least, up until two years ago. One method proved to be effective, producing the first genetically enhanced human. The first successful psychic weapon. The project was labeled Genesis.
Since then, the CIA has been plucking random individuals off of the streets and putting them through the extremely painful and dangerous Genesis Process. Three quarters die, their cellular structure unable to handle the changes made. Seven out of thirty-two come out without memory... without conscious thought... Existing solely for the exploitation of the Government. And one out of thirty-two come out conscious. Conscious of everything but their pasts, yet knowing innately that something has happened to them. Those few are given the choice to join the others in servitude. Those who refuse are disposed of as "failed experiments". However, one out of ten of those who refuse find a way to escape. They live in hiding, constantly changing identities to avoid the detection of those who would destroy them because of the powers they now possess.
These powers that we posses are still a wonder to us. Genesis affects each of us in a different way, bestowing unto each of us singular, unique mental abilities. Feats such as Telekinesis and Levitation at our disposal with the simplest of thoughts. Though these powers don't come with out a price. While some powers rely on light or heat energy, others rely on our own, causing fatigue or headaches with overuse. Just one more price for us to pay...
We are vastly outnumbered, but the ranks of the escaped are slowly and surely growing. We are aware of each others existence. There are even underground support groups and gatherings for us "mutants". Mostly, they exist to offer sanctity to newly-escaped mutants and to integrate them into society. But our true agenda lies in rebellion... To overthrow the government that took our lives away from us.
The world works in basically the same manner it did one hundred years ago, the technology only being slightly more advanced than it was back then. Structures such as buildings remain the same in appearance, though most are made from more durable materials such as integral carbon-steel and hydroglass. Fashion trends continue, though bare great resemblances to the ones seen in the twenty-first century. The world is highly over-populated, making the execution of Genesis even more discreet [as who in a global population of twenty billion would notice the disappearance of a few million people...] As such, many parts of the world are stricken with poverty. Music styles such as rap and hip-hop are virtually non-existent, replaced in popularity by electronic music and, surprisingly, classical music. The Education System has become more sophisticated and effective, but also costs a lot of money. Hence, a lot of children in less wealthy families are home-schooled. Classic tumbler lock & key systems are obsolete, now replaced by electronic lock systems with features like password entry, retinal and hand scanning, and vocal recognition. This makes most break-in situations very difficult [for non-technokinetics, anyways].
Vehicles are more aerodynamic and come with more safety features, reducing the number of deaths by vehicular accidents to near zero. Most cars these days actually drive themselves. Progression has caused a great lost in forested areas, so to compensate, trees and artificial wildlife habitats have been implemented to preserve the ecosystem. It has so far proven effective.
Food is another thing that has evolved over the past hundred years has evolved as well; most food products consumed are completely artificial, but contain more nutrients than their predecessors. Religion as well has taken a turn for the worst [or as some may consider it, the better]. Atheism is the leading belief, though pockets of the world still hold true to their faiths.
The Armada is a Mutant Support Group and Rebel Faction founded by three of the original twenty escaped mutants. Its Headquarters were located in SoHo in New York City, in the basement of a large business firm. However, the humans of New York City are completely unaware of the basement's existence due to one of the Founders' powers. Though it has no real chain of power, Armada does have a few higher ups, but their only real duties are general security, mutant registration, and mutant recovery.
Beside the Business Firm is a public garage. The majority of the vehicles owned by the Armada are stored there.
Armada Headquarters was recently swarmed by the Genesists, resulting in the majority of the mutants fleeing the scene. Order is in shambles, but amongst all of the chaos there is still hope for retaliation.
The Genesis Project, originally implemented in 2157, is a process that alters the genetic make-up of otherwise average humans. It enhances neural and cellular activity, giving the test subject special powers. The current process involves inserting the test subject into a chamber, and filling it with a substance known as GAB [Genetically Altering Biomede]. The rate of success is very unlikely; only one quarter of the test subjects survive, and of those who do, an even smaller amount come out with conscious thought. The others simply exist as puppets for the exploitation of the government as military weapons. However, due to the nature of the invasive procedure, all subjects wake up with no memory of who they are, because in essence, their old selves were destroyed. Other parts of their personage though, such as personality, intelligence, and preferences remain in tact.
Depending on the genetic make-up of the test subject, Genesis will affect different parts of their make-up, resulting in a near endless variety of powers.
|| Please note that the listed Powers are only suggestions. Feel free to come up with your own, but be sure to categorize them appropriately and provide a proper description. ||
Extrasensory: Powers pertaining to human consciousness.
Psychokinetics: Powers pertaining to physicalizing one's psychic energies, or auras, and utilizing it to control one's surroundings.
Bending: Powers pertaining to the control and altercation of certain states of matter.
Gravitational: Powers that alter the physical effect of gravity upon the individual or surrounding objects.
Spacial: Powers that can alter the placement of matter on a physical plane.
Auditory: Powers that can generate and manipulate various forms of sound-waves and frequencies.
Spectral: Powers pertaining to the generation and manipulation of the spectrum of light.
Anti-Spectral: Powers pertaining to the utilization of darkness.
Morphing: Powers pertaining to the manipulation and altercation of the self's form.
Enhancing: Powers that exponentially raise one's physical limitations.
Regeneratory: Powers revolving around amplifying and slowing cellular regeneration.
Sensory: Powers that exponentially increase the senses.
Vacuous: Powers pertaining to the vacuuming of energies and the likes into one's self.
000-000-000 "ZENITH" - INACTIVE
000-000-285 "ALAN" - ACTIVE
000-000-324 "OUKA" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-001-098 "ZULU" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-004-030 "FIRUS" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-004-198 "CAIN" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-004-767 "TALON" - ESCAPED
000-012-365 "SILHOUETTE" - PRESUMED DEAD
000-013-937 "XYPHER" - ESCAPED
000-080-495 "SEAMSTRESS" - ESCAPED
000-467-284 "SUNSPARK" - DETAINED
000-659-817 "MATTHEW" - DECEASED
001-035-987 "ARIADNE" - PRESUMED DEAD
020-002-777 "BRIHAN" - ESCAPED
028-425-642 "NIGHTSHADE" - DETAINED
031-485-980 "HADLEY" - ESCAPED
031-990-490 "KOUNETSU" - PRESUMED DEAD
033-777-003 "AXEL" - DETAINED
050-346-736 "SKY" - DECEASED
050-374-375 "MAVERICK" - DETAINED
ALEXAIN - ACTIVE
Raymond Stark - Genesis Project Director [NPC]
Doctor Milo Sterling - Genesis ALEXAIN Branch Manager [NPC]
Harold "Rat" Morrison - Midnight's Secret Bar & Club Owner [NPC]
ALEXAIN [Abnormal Location and EXtermination Artificial Intelligence Network] - A highly intelligent AI network created by Genesis. It has the ability to analyze situations and further develop its platforms to appropriate them.
Armada - A mutant support group and rebel faction located in a basement facility underneath a business firm in SoHo New York City.
Genesis - A process started in 2157, originally made to better understand and implement evolution.
GAB - Stands for Genetically Altering Biomede. A substance that invades the body, takes apart components of the subject's DNA, and puts it back together to enhance them.
||THE STORY||
||THE WORLD||
||THE ARMADA||
||THE GENESIS PROJECT||
||POWER CLASSIFICATION||
||THE EXPERIMENTS||
||THE HUMANS||
||GLOSSARY||
||THE STORY||
Evolution...
Science has brought us close to unlocking its true potential. Years of unethical experimentation... Thousands of "failed" experiments...
The year on Earth is 2139 A.D. For eighty years, the United States Government had siphoned thousands of tax dollars into the study of controlling and increasing the process of genetic advancement. Multiple factions experimenting in multiple ways to find a safe way to forcefully evolve us... to create super-humans to utilize as military weapons. All methods had proved fatal, turning out thousands upon thousands of failures... At least, up until two years ago. One method proved to be effective, producing the first genetically enhanced human. The first successful psychic weapon. The project was labeled Genesis.
Since then, the CIA has been plucking random individuals off of the streets and putting them through the extremely painful and dangerous Genesis Process. Three quarters die, their cellular structure unable to handle the changes made. Seven out of thirty-two come out without memory... without conscious thought... Existing solely for the exploitation of the Government. And one out of thirty-two come out conscious. Conscious of everything but their pasts, yet knowing innately that something has happened to them. Those few are given the choice to join the others in servitude. Those who refuse are disposed of as "failed experiments". However, one out of ten of those who refuse find a way to escape. They live in hiding, constantly changing identities to avoid the detection of those who would destroy them because of the powers they now possess.
These powers that we posses are still a wonder to us. Genesis affects each of us in a different way, bestowing unto each of us singular, unique mental abilities. Feats such as Telekinesis and Levitation at our disposal with the simplest of thoughts. Though these powers don't come with out a price. While some powers rely on light or heat energy, others rely on our own, causing fatigue or headaches with overuse. Just one more price for us to pay...
We are vastly outnumbered, but the ranks of the escaped are slowly and surely growing. We are aware of each others existence. There are even underground support groups and gatherings for us "mutants". Mostly, they exist to offer sanctity to newly-escaped mutants and to integrate them into society. But our true agenda lies in rebellion... To overthrow the government that took our lives away from us.
||THE WORLD||
The world works in basically the same manner it did one hundred years ago, the technology only being slightly more advanced than it was back then. Structures such as buildings remain the same in appearance, though most are made from more durable materials such as integral carbon-steel and hydroglass. Fashion trends continue, though bare great resemblances to the ones seen in the twenty-first century. The world is highly over-populated, making the execution of Genesis even more discreet [as who in a global population of twenty billion would notice the disappearance of a few million people...] As such, many parts of the world are stricken with poverty. Music styles such as rap and hip-hop are virtually non-existent, replaced in popularity by electronic music and, surprisingly, classical music. The Education System has become more sophisticated and effective, but also costs a lot of money. Hence, a lot of children in less wealthy families are home-schooled. Classic tumbler lock & key systems are obsolete, now replaced by electronic lock systems with features like password entry, retinal and hand scanning, and vocal recognition. This makes most break-in situations very difficult [for non-technokinetics, anyways].
Vehicles are more aerodynamic and come with more safety features, reducing the number of deaths by vehicular accidents to near zero. Most cars these days actually drive themselves. Progression has caused a great lost in forested areas, so to compensate, trees and artificial wildlife habitats have been implemented to preserve the ecosystem. It has so far proven effective.
Food is another thing that has evolved over the past hundred years has evolved as well; most food products consumed are completely artificial, but contain more nutrients than their predecessors. Religion as well has taken a turn for the worst [or as some may consider it, the better]. Atheism is the leading belief, though pockets of the world still hold true to their faiths.
||THE ARMADA||
The Armada is a Mutant Support Group and Rebel Faction founded by three of the original twenty escaped mutants. Its Headquarters were located in SoHo in New York City, in the basement of a large business firm. However, the humans of New York City are completely unaware of the basement's existence due to one of the Founders' powers. Though it has no real chain of power, Armada does have a few higher ups, but their only real duties are general security, mutant registration, and mutant recovery.
Beside the Business Firm is a public garage. The majority of the vehicles owned by the Armada are stored there.
Armada Headquarters was recently swarmed by the Genesists, resulting in the majority of the mutants fleeing the scene. Order is in shambles, but amongst all of the chaos there is still hope for retaliation.
||THE GENESIS PROJECT||
The Genesis Project, originally implemented in 2157, is a process that alters the genetic make-up of otherwise average humans. It enhances neural and cellular activity, giving the test subject special powers. The current process involves inserting the test subject into a chamber, and filling it with a substance known as GAB [Genetically Altering Biomede]. The rate of success is very unlikely; only one quarter of the test subjects survive, and of those who do, an even smaller amount come out with conscious thought. The others simply exist as puppets for the exploitation of the government as military weapons. However, due to the nature of the invasive procedure, all subjects wake up with no memory of who they are, because in essence, their old selves were destroyed. Other parts of their personage though, such as personality, intelligence, and preferences remain in tact.
Depending on the genetic make-up of the test subject, Genesis will affect different parts of their make-up, resulting in a near endless variety of powers.
||POWER CLASSIFICATION||
|| Please note that the listed Powers are only suggestions. Feel free to come up with your own, but be sure to categorize them appropriately and provide a proper description. ||
Extrasensory: Powers pertaining to human consciousness.
- Telepathy - The ability to speak through thought, peer into others' minds, place mental blockades upon memories, etc.
- Astral Projection - The ability to project one's conscious mind on to a physical plane.
- Possession/Persuasion - The ability to control and manipulate an individual's actions through the manipulation of memories, mental persuasions, etc.
- Psionics - The ability to cause an individual to experience severe neural distress, causing intense pain that can lead to death.
- Perceptive Altercation - The ability to manipulate an individual's perception of reality, creating an illusory one in it's stead.
Psychokinetics: Powers pertaining to physicalizing one's psychic energies, or auras, and utilizing it to control one's surroundings.
- Telekinesis - The ability to move matter around an individual, to a certain degree.
- Technokinesis - The ability to control the actions of machines via RNG probability control, script altercation, etc…
- Pyrokinesis - The ability to control the movement and intensity of already existing flames and sparks.
Bending: Powers pertaining to the control and altercation of certain states of matter.
- Matter Transmogrification - The ability to heat or cool matter rapidly to change its state.
- Water Bending - The ability to manipulate a liquid's motion, density, and temperature.
- Air Bending - The ability to manipulate a gas' motion, density, and temperature.
- Earth Bending - The ability to manipulate most solid's motion, density, and temperature.
- Magnetic Control - The ability to manipulate magnetic fields, ultimately controlling the motion of any magnetic objects.
Gravitational: Powers that alter the physical effect of gravity upon the individual or surrounding objects.
- Levitation - The ability to levitate and propel oneself, melding the laws of gravity upon themselves.
- Sky-walking - The ability to alter the density of one's self or surroundings, such as making oneself less dense than air, thus giving them the ability to walk upon it.
- Gravity Manipulation - The ability to alter the gravity within a spherical amount of area.
Spacial: Powers that can alter the placement of matter on a physical plane.
- Rifting - The ability to create rips in the fabric of space to, in essence, teleport. The Rifter must have a clear image and knowledge of where they want to go, or the rift could fail.
- Teleportation - The ability to teleport one's self [and sometimes others] to locations of up to 500 meters away within microseconds.
- Phasing - The ability to phase one's self [and sometimes others] into and through most forms of matter.
Auditory: Powers that can generate and manipulate various forms of sound-waves and frequencies.
- Wave Production - The ability to generate different sound-waves in frequencies varying in decibel levels through mediums such as shouting, clapping, etc.
- White Noise - The ability to generate a sound-wave that can interfere with electronic equipment and cause severe headaches in some.
- Auditory Replication - The ability to perfectly replicate any noise one has ever heard before, through vocal means.
Spectral: Powers pertaining to the generation and manipulation of the spectrum of light.
- Spectral Morphing - The ability to generate light utilizing one's own energy, as well as manipulate light levels and spectral waves.
- Spectral Blasting - The ability to condense light energy and fire it as a physically scorching projectile. This ability draws upon existing light energy.
- Cloaking - The ability to make an individual, in essence, visually transparent.
Anti-Spectral: Powers pertaining to the utilization of darkness.
- Shadow Melding - The ability to disappear into and travel through connected shadows.
- Spectral Absorption - The ability to absorb light energy into the body to create darkness, and to create spherical areas of sightlessness.
- Shadow Control - The ability to turn shadows into physical, snaking tendrils and manipulate them.
Morphing: Powers pertaining to the manipulation and altercation of the self's form.
- Shapeshifting - The ability to change one's physical appearance at will, based on a mentally-conjured image.
- Mimicry - The ability to perfectly mimic anything in every aspect, providing one has experienced the thing at least once before.
- State Shifting - The ability to alter one's state of matter without risk of any physical damage.
- Accessorizing - The ability to generate defensive and offensive enhancements from one's own bones, tissues, cartilage, etc. Examples would be creating needle-like spines all over the body.
- Self-Doppling - The ability to create multiple physical copies of one's self. The density of said copies varies in intensity depending on how many are created.
Enhancing: Powers that exponentially raise one's physical limitations.
- Extreme Agility - The innate ability to force the body to perform more rapidly, allowing an individual to move at incredible speeds.
- Extreme Reflexivity - The innate ability to process and react to actions rapidly and with exact precision.
- Extreme Strength - The innate ability to increase one's physical strength, allowing one to exert more force.
- Extreme Durability - The innate ability to increase one's physical durability and molecular density, allowing one to withstand great deals of force.
- Extreme Flexibility - The innate ability to bend and move one's body in unnatural ways without fear of physical strain.
Regeneratory: Powers revolving around amplifying and slowing cellular regeneration.
- Auto-Regeneration - The innate ability to regenerate and heal one's self at exponential rates.
- Controlled Regeneration - The ability to speed up and slow down cellular regeneration in one's self and others.
- Controlled Generation - The ability to generate new skin, tissues, and bones at will. Can be utilized to create new limbs, generate exterior bones, etc.
Sensory: Powers that exponentially increase the senses.
- Heightened Sensory Input - The innate ability to perceive through the five senses at a higher and more precise rate.
- Sensory Manipulation - The ability to manipulate what others perceive, in essence controlling what they can hear, smell, see, etc...
Vacuous: Powers pertaining to the vacuuming of energies and the likes into one's self.
- Life Draining - The ability to drain something's life force and add it to one's own, and vice-versa.
- Mental Draining - The ability to drain conscious thoughts and memories from an individual, and vice-versa.
- Psychic Leeching - The ability to harvest another person's powers through physical contact, proximity, thought, etc., and utilize for a short period of time.
||THE EXPERIMENTS||
000-000-000 "ZENITH" - INACTIVE
000-000-285 "ALAN" - ACTIVE
000-000-324 "OUKA" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-001-098 "ZULU" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-004-030 "FIRUS" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-004-198 "CAIN" - ESCAPED [NPC]
000-004-767 "TALON" - ESCAPED
000-012-365 "SILHOUETTE" - PRESUMED DEAD
000-013-937 "XYPHER" - ESCAPED
000-080-495 "SEAMSTRESS" - ESCAPED
000-467-284 "SUNSPARK" - DETAINED
000-659-817 "MATTHEW" - DECEASED
001-035-987 "ARIADNE" - PRESUMED DEAD
020-002-777 "BRIHAN" - ESCAPED
028-425-642 "NIGHTSHADE" - DETAINED
031-485-980 "HADLEY" - ESCAPED
031-990-490 "KOUNETSU" - PRESUMED DEAD
033-777-003 "AXEL" - DETAINED
050-346-736 "SKY" - DECEASED
050-374-375 "MAVERICK" - DETAINED
ALEXAIN - ACTIVE
||THE HUMANS||
Raymond Stark - Genesis Project Director [NPC]
Doctor Milo Sterling - Genesis ALEXAIN Branch Manager [NPC]
Harold "Rat" Morrison - Midnight's Secret Bar & Club Owner [NPC]
||GLOSSARY||
ALEXAIN [Abnormal Location and EXtermination Artificial Intelligence Network] - A highly intelligent AI network created by Genesis. It has the ability to analyze situations and further develop its platforms to appropriate them.
Armada - A mutant support group and rebel faction located in a basement facility underneath a business firm in SoHo New York City.
Genesis - A process started in 2157, originally made to better understand and implement evolution.
GAB - Stands for Genetically Altering Biomede. A substance that invades the body, takes apart components of the subject's DNA, and puts it back together to enhance them.
Rules
- No Godmodding. Any and all Godmodders will be given two warnings, before they are booted from the Role Play.
- No sexing it up on the RP. Romantic involvement is allowed, just no cybering.
- No controlling other persons' characters.
- No killing, raping, or maiming any other person's character WITHOUT asking them about it first.
- There is a minimum post length of one paragraph.
- There is a maximum of three characters per person.
- Your character's name [unless they are human, or somehow found out their birth name] will be their own given name after Genesis.
- Your character [unless human] must have a serial number tattooed on their wrists. I will give out serial numbers accordingly.
- There are three alliances; Genesist, Rebel, or Neutral. Choose accordingly.
- Each character is limited to one power. Please include a description of what their power does.
- Each power comes with a price [Except for Enhancing Powers and Heightened Sensory Input, which are natural powers that require no activation]. For example, the price could be headaches, loss of energy, use of light energy, etc...
- Though they will have no memories [unless human], the frontal lobe of the brain will still be fully function, meaning their personalities are still in tact.
- Your character's history [unless human] will be the events that followed their awakening from Genesis.
- Please be sure to fill out your Personality and History sections accordingly and sufficiently.
CHARACTER CREATION
|| Include the following in your character's description in an easy-to-process manner. ||
|| Once your character is approved, I will send you your 9-digit Serial Number if applicable. Include it in your Synopsis. ||
Gender:
Estimated Age:
Power Class:
Power:
Price:
Skills:
Alliance:
Appearance:
- Hair:
- Eyes:
- Ethnicity:
- Height:
- Weight:
- Frame:
- Other:
Reviews
24/30
Characterization: Proficient
Plot: Advanced
Depth: Proficient
Style: Advanced
Mechanics: Proficient
Overall: Advanced
StandardFiend wrote:An altogether great read. The writers worked very well together straight at the outset, and the main characters of the story emerged quickly and naturally and set the pace for the rest of the cast. These folks displayed a strong understanding of tempo (whether intentionally or not) and the undulating level of action flowed beautifully and strung me along in a way I felt totally comfortable with. Everyone seemed to be on the same page, so to speak. The actions scenes were varied and engaging, and the bad guys and good guys were so well characterized that I had trouble deciding who to root for. Speaking of which, I wish to submit my personal congratulations to the owner of ALEXAIN. Never before have I witnessed such expert characterization of a machine. Playing as an entity without thoughts or consciousness or emotion or personality--or indeed any of the elements that make up a character in the traditional sense--is no easy task, but this writer managed to score big time here. I felt as though I understood this machine, and while it appears as nothing more than a robot to the other characters (and rightfully so), this writer achieved an astounding amount of depth. I don't wish to convey that I thought ALEXAIN was better than any other character--indeed, I enjoyed each and every one of the major players equally--just that ALEXAIN was a difficult task which was executed brilliantly. Overall, this RP earns the StandardFiend Badge of Excellence, and I wish it every success for the future.
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||000-080-495|| "There ain't no rest for the wicked! Money don't grow on trees! We got bills to pay, we got mouths to feed, There ain't nothin' in this world for free!"
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|| 001-035-987 || ~You never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice you have left~
||031-485-980|| "If you've got the money, I can be whoever you want me to be."
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OOC Notes
4 men, armed with pistols, walked down an alley. The sun had recently set, and now, it was getting dark. As they turn the corner into another alleyway, they see a kid, tuning and cleaning his motorcycle. It is also begining to rain now too, and he is under a balcony. The begin to approach him, one of them silently saying "He looks like a good one. He will definitely want him....". The boy seemed to be all alone at night too, and what they thought was a perfect kidnapping. However, once they got close, he looked up at them and sighed. "Iv been waiting for you. Here are your options: You can give me everything you know and do for and about the CIA, or i can make this painful....".
At this point the men paused, looked at each other, and laughed. A bad move. 1 charged at him. Matthew bent down slightly and sort of did a trip/flipping over move (which actually wasn't any move, it was a reactment). 2 of the others also ran at him/ Matthew jumped up and grabbed a Rope dangling from the balcony, pulling it down, and then using it as a whip kinda, and then looping it together and trapping their feet. The last one pulled out a gun and shot at Matthew right in between the eyes. However, a small, bullet sized rift opened up, and took in the bullet. The Rift exit happened to be right next to the 4th guys leg (although he controls the exits so i doubt its accidental), and the bullet went there. The man went down, in a lot of pain.
"Now, i can ether send you all to the hospital to deal with your wounds, or i can make your last minuets painful. So are you sure you dont want to give me what i want?" Matthew asked them. THe last one took out some pieces of paper and a pen, and wrote down everything, and then soon, all 4 of them ended up right outside the hospital. There was one thing though. THe police where there, tipped off they would be there and that they were criminals.
Matthew put on his helmet and rode his motorcycle. As he drove down, he stopped slightly, looking at a TV in a bar through the window. The news person said "This just in, the Mysterious Rift has striked again, cleaning up a group of kidnappers who have believed to be selling them to anonymous buyers...." Matthew got back on his motorcycle, and then he took out a special storage device. The decryption key. He just needed to find all the CIA data files, and he was getting close. He put it away, and rode, pulling out one of the kidnappers wallets. "Lets see what i can find for Dinner now...." he noted to himself.
At this point the men paused, looked at each other, and laughed. A bad move. 1 charged at him. Matthew bent down slightly and sort of did a trip/flipping over move (which actually wasn't any move, it was a reactment). 2 of the others also ran at him/ Matthew jumped up and grabbed a Rope dangling from the balcony, pulling it down, and then using it as a whip kinda, and then looping it together and trapping their feet. The last one pulled out a gun and shot at Matthew right in between the eyes. However, a small, bullet sized rift opened up, and took in the bullet. The Rift exit happened to be right next to the 4th guys leg (although he controls the exits so i doubt its accidental), and the bullet went there. The man went down, in a lot of pain.
"Now, i can ether send you all to the hospital to deal with your wounds, or i can make your last minuets painful. So are you sure you dont want to give me what i want?" Matthew asked them. THe last one took out some pieces of paper and a pen, and wrote down everything, and then soon, all 4 of them ended up right outside the hospital. There was one thing though. THe police where there, tipped off they would be there and that they were criminals.
Matthew put on his helmet and rode his motorcycle. As he drove down, he stopped slightly, looking at a TV in a bar through the window. The news person said "This just in, the Mysterious Rift has striked again, cleaning up a group of kidnappers who have believed to be selling them to anonymous buyers...." Matthew got back on his motorcycle, and then he took out a special storage device. The decryption key. He just needed to find all the CIA data files, and he was getting close. He put it away, and rode, pulling out one of the kidnappers wallets. "Lets see what i can find for Dinner now...." he noted to himself.
OOC Notes
"Ughh... That's the last of it." Xypher stretches in his chair, letting out an obnoxious yawn. After two hours of typing out and sorting several mutant registration forms, he was finally finished his Armada work for the day. He scratches his head, glancing over to the large flat-screen television mounted on the wall of the office. What he saw did not lighten his mood.
"Hey, Lil! You seein' this?" He calls back agitatedly to his close friend Lillia, who was lounging on the sofa reading a book. She did little more than move her eyes to see what he was talking about, before sighing and shaking her head. "This asshole's going to compromise our entire cause if he keeps this up. Look'it what they're calling him! The Mysterious Rift. The Ego-maniacal Attention-Seeker's more like it! Gods above, he's gonna expose the entirety of the mutant population if he keeps this up!" Xypher yelled, the frustration in his voice very clear. He stands up and furiously walks over to the coffee-maker, brewing himself a quick cup of instant brown water.
"Try not to get so flustered about it. It's not like they described how he does it, or have any footage of him Rifting. If he keeps it up though, he's gonna find himself in a world of trouble once the Genesists start sending out Hunters." Lillia says calmly from behind her book. Whilst she was talking, she had read through about 5 pages completely. With a final glance at the last page of the book, she closed it and stood, and in a split second the book was back upon its shelf, and she was sitting once more. "Besides, I'm sure that if we found him we'd be able to persuade him to calm his actions a little."
"True." Xypher said as he grabbed his now-full cup of coffee, and padding over to the sofa, mulling over their options with this boy. He sat, groaning like an old man and taking a swig from his coffee, grimacing at it's horrible taste. "You know, we've got this fantastic place to call our HQ, high-tech equipment, heck, we've even got security! Would it be so much to ask for a decent cup of coffee?" He heard Lillia snicker beside him, and he shot her a scowl, sighing in frustration. "Bi-Weekly coffee complaint aside, I think it's best that I try and confront him and convince him to join us, or at least tone down his activity."
"And if he refuses?" Lillia asked, readjusting in her seat so she was now laying down with her feet on Xypher's lap. She smirked, as he took another sip of coffee.
"Well, 'f he refuses..." He downed the last of his coffee, and tossed the cup into the garbage beside him. He returned a smirk to the girl, who rolled her eyes at him. "...I'll kick his little ass."
"Hey, Lil! You seein' this?" He calls back agitatedly to his close friend Lillia, who was lounging on the sofa reading a book. She did little more than move her eyes to see what he was talking about, before sighing and shaking her head. "This asshole's going to compromise our entire cause if he keeps this up. Look'it what they're calling him! The Mysterious Rift. The Ego-maniacal Attention-Seeker's more like it! Gods above, he's gonna expose the entirety of the mutant population if he keeps this up!" Xypher yelled, the frustration in his voice very clear. He stands up and furiously walks over to the coffee-maker, brewing himself a quick cup of instant brown water.
"Try not to get so flustered about it. It's not like they described how he does it, or have any footage of him Rifting. If he keeps it up though, he's gonna find himself in a world of trouble once the Genesists start sending out Hunters." Lillia says calmly from behind her book. Whilst she was talking, she had read through about 5 pages completely. With a final glance at the last page of the book, she closed it and stood, and in a split second the book was back upon its shelf, and she was sitting once more. "Besides, I'm sure that if we found him we'd be able to persuade him to calm his actions a little."
"True." Xypher said as he grabbed his now-full cup of coffee, and padding over to the sofa, mulling over their options with this boy. He sat, groaning like an old man and taking a swig from his coffee, grimacing at it's horrible taste. "You know, we've got this fantastic place to call our HQ, high-tech equipment, heck, we've even got security! Would it be so much to ask for a decent cup of coffee?" He heard Lillia snicker beside him, and he shot her a scowl, sighing in frustration. "Bi-Weekly coffee complaint aside, I think it's best that I try and confront him and convince him to join us, or at least tone down his activity."
"And if he refuses?" Lillia asked, readjusting in her seat so she was now laying down with her feet on Xypher's lap. She smirked, as he took another sip of coffee.
"Well, 'f he refuses..." He downed the last of his coffee, and tossed the cup into the garbage beside him. He returned a smirk to the girl, who rolled her eyes at him. "...I'll kick his little ass."
OOC Notes
As she walked down the street, her long black hair began to get stringy, clicking against the sides of her neck. She could barely be seen in the darkness, her tiny figure and stick like body. If one were to try and make her out long enough, they might see what looked like a little girl, holding a bottle, and a small stick in her hand. Perhaps her mommy's alcohol, and her daddy's cigarrete. Sylphiel was no child however, she was a teenager, if not even an adult, that just lacked all her adult female features as well as height of any kind. In her left hand she had half a bottle of scotch, and in her right what was left of a cigarette, before it was drenched in by the rain. Slowly, it was deteriorating between her fingers. Her footsteps lacked sounds of any kind, she probably being light as a feather. Her wet clothes made themselves appear two sizes too big for her body. Her white tee shirt clung to her looking like a short dress, and her black shorts weren't even visible anymore due to the tee shirt hanging over them. She lacked shoes of any kind, making her feet dirty, and carried no belongings with her.
Sylphiel wasn't in the happiest of moods, all she did today was have people steal for her, and then run away from people who thought her suspicious. She then had to fight off someone who was occupying her warehouse, as she didn't fancy this thing called sharing. Only to have them come back again and beg to stay. She had been slightly stressed in the passed few days, due to the information lingering around in her head. She was able to find out anything from anyone, given the person didn't know she was able to do such a thing. If then, she could get herself in a dangerous situation. She had downed half a bottle of scotch already, she heard somewhere people turned to alcohol to calm their nerves. She thought it was funny though, all the attention she drew, when she downed that bottle. When people thought a little girl was getting drunk, lost, without her parents. She had cursed at a few people, and fought with a few others who had attempted to 'help' her. Sylphiel though finding brief moments of amusement, wasn't sure what to do with herself. She had previously just been messing around with her abilities, just getting by. But it was getting harder day by day.
She had noticed people like herself, people that weren't careful in their actions. However she didn't care about them, never approached them, had never before given it a second thought. As she neared the end of the block, she saw a man park his bicycle next to a small twenty four hour cafe. She grinned to herself, the man turned and looked at her as she stood next to him. "Are you lost sweetie?" he asked, bending over slightly, towering over her. Sylphiel said nothing, but stared up at him, looking into his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked again. "Give me your bike, go into the cafe, stay there for an hour and find a taxi home." she said to him he started nodding slowly. "You never saw me, your bike was stolen by a young boy while you were getting your coffee." The man then turned around and walked into the cafe. "Weakling." she said, getting onto the bike and starting to turn the corner. She then tossed the cigarrete onto the street, though holding the bottle of scotch with one hand.
She had no idea where she was going, what she was going to do. She had no intention of going back to that warehouse as it seemed to get occupied every time she left. She thought about the people who she ran away from, that day she woke up, but she immediately pushed the thought out of her head. She hated thinking about them. She just wanted to live for the moment, right now, what if she didn't have a tomorrow? Something always tugged her back to that place though, something in her mind. Some part of her still held onto her animosity towards them. Sylphiel gripped the bottle of scotch tighter, stopping near the sidewalk to take a swig of it. Ever so slowly, she was getting tipsy, the whole bottle, and she might get drunk. "Well I'm bored." she said to herself. "Let's do something fun shall we?" she said, as if talking to someone. She grinned to herself, humming slightly. She hadn't realized it but she downed the whole bottle.
Sylphiel wasn't in the happiest of moods, all she did today was have people steal for her, and then run away from people who thought her suspicious. She then had to fight off someone who was occupying her warehouse, as she didn't fancy this thing called sharing. Only to have them come back again and beg to stay. She had been slightly stressed in the passed few days, due to the information lingering around in her head. She was able to find out anything from anyone, given the person didn't know she was able to do such a thing. If then, she could get herself in a dangerous situation. She had downed half a bottle of scotch already, she heard somewhere people turned to alcohol to calm their nerves. She thought it was funny though, all the attention she drew, when she downed that bottle. When people thought a little girl was getting drunk, lost, without her parents. She had cursed at a few people, and fought with a few others who had attempted to 'help' her. Sylphiel though finding brief moments of amusement, wasn't sure what to do with herself. She had previously just been messing around with her abilities, just getting by. But it was getting harder day by day.
She had noticed people like herself, people that weren't careful in their actions. However she didn't care about them, never approached them, had never before given it a second thought. As she neared the end of the block, she saw a man park his bicycle next to a small twenty four hour cafe. She grinned to herself, the man turned and looked at her as she stood next to him. "Are you lost sweetie?" he asked, bending over slightly, towering over her. Sylphiel said nothing, but stared up at him, looking into his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked again. "Give me your bike, go into the cafe, stay there for an hour and find a taxi home." she said to him he started nodding slowly. "You never saw me, your bike was stolen by a young boy while you were getting your coffee." The man then turned around and walked into the cafe. "Weakling." she said, getting onto the bike and starting to turn the corner. She then tossed the cigarrete onto the street, though holding the bottle of scotch with one hand.
She had no idea where she was going, what she was going to do. She had no intention of going back to that warehouse as it seemed to get occupied every time she left. She thought about the people who she ran away from, that day she woke up, but she immediately pushed the thought out of her head. She hated thinking about them. She just wanted to live for the moment, right now, what if she didn't have a tomorrow? Something always tugged her back to that place though, something in her mind. Some part of her still held onto her animosity towards them. Sylphiel gripped the bottle of scotch tighter, stopping near the sidewalk to take a swig of it. Ever so slowly, she was getting tipsy, the whole bottle, and she might get drunk. "Well I'm bored." she said to herself. "Let's do something fun shall we?" she said, as if talking to someone. She grinned to herself, humming slightly. She hadn't realized it but she downed the whole bottle.
OOC Notes
Ari walked down a long hallway soundlessly, barely flicking a glance at those who tried to make conversation with her as she passed. Sure she was being rude, but she was being summoned by Cain at the moment with a message reading You'd better get here now. It's important. -Cain She was already in a less than good mood, and having something else to worry about wasn't helping. She'd just gotten back from an assassination assignment, since one of their assassins had gotten injured and she needed to fill in for them. The assignment had, unfortunately, taken two weeks to accomplish. She had only been back at headquarters for about twenty minutes, and already she had received an urgent message.
She finally reached Cain's room, knocking on the door and pushing her hands into her back pockets to wait patiently. Cain was the first person she had really met since she had escaped from the facility. He was a few years older than her, or so she thought, since she wasn't even sure how old she was. He had taken great care of her, and was to this day still the only person she really trusted and let her guard down a little around. She glanced up from the tile on the floor she was studying when the door opened and she was pulled into the room.
"Jeez, what took you so long?" Cain asked, his deep blue eyes flicking over Ari, obviously making sure she was alright. He wasn't the most patient person in the world, and often got frustrated when things went slower than he wished. Ari rolled her eyes and walked past him into the room, heading over to the miniature fridge he kept. She rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling out a bottled water that felt cool through the fabric of her gloves.
"What was so important that I had to be here right away?" She asked as she popped the cap from the bottle and lifted it to her mouth. Her eyes closed, in almost relief, as she cool liquid slid past her lips and down her throat. She had thought about getting some coffee, but it wouldn't have had any more effect on her than the water she was drinking. The coffee at Headquarters might as well have been water, it was brown and almost tasted like water. Nothing like the caffeine-filled goodness it was supposed to taste like. She crossed the room to take a seat on Cain's couch and sighed softly, practically sagging into the soft cushions. She fixed her odd-colored eyes on Cain, awaiting his response.
"Well, one, I wanted to make sure you were alive and well. Two..." He trailed off and picked up the T.V remote as he took the seat next to her, draping his arm over the back of the couch. He clicked it on, and the news popped up. Ari watched it for a few minutes, eyebrows raised. Mysterious Rift? Was the guy really trying to draw attention to himself? If he kept it up, he'd likely be hunted and dead by the end of the week. After the news switched to another topic, Cain flicked off the T.V and turned to look at her, waiting for her response.
"Lame name." She smirked softly and took another swig of her water. Cain flashed her a crooked grin and shook his head for a moment before shooting her one of his really though looks. "Well, it's not like the humans really know whats going on. They don't know how he's doing what he's doing. Although he'll be in trouble with some hunters soon. They more than likely already know what's going on." Ari shrugged and rested her head back against the couch cushion, closing her eyes.
"Well, chances are the others have seen him. I wonder if anyone has a plan for this." Cain muttered under his breath. They both knew they needed to get to the boy before the Genesis hunters did, or the boy would be shark bait. Ari was pretty sure someone else had a plan, and they would more than likely call a meeting for it to fill other people in. It was only a matter of time before they got the message. For now though, she was tired, and Cain's couch was extremely comfortable. She wasn't going to be getting up any time soon unless she had to.
She finally reached Cain's room, knocking on the door and pushing her hands into her back pockets to wait patiently. Cain was the first person she had really met since she had escaped from the facility. He was a few years older than her, or so she thought, since she wasn't even sure how old she was. He had taken great care of her, and was to this day still the only person she really trusted and let her guard down a little around. She glanced up from the tile on the floor she was studying when the door opened and she was pulled into the room.
"Jeez, what took you so long?" Cain asked, his deep blue eyes flicking over Ari, obviously making sure she was alright. He wasn't the most patient person in the world, and often got frustrated when things went slower than he wished. Ari rolled her eyes and walked past him into the room, heading over to the miniature fridge he kept. She rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling out a bottled water that felt cool through the fabric of her gloves.
"What was so important that I had to be here right away?" She asked as she popped the cap from the bottle and lifted it to her mouth. Her eyes closed, in almost relief, as she cool liquid slid past her lips and down her throat. She had thought about getting some coffee, but it wouldn't have had any more effect on her than the water she was drinking. The coffee at Headquarters might as well have been water, it was brown and almost tasted like water. Nothing like the caffeine-filled goodness it was supposed to taste like. She crossed the room to take a seat on Cain's couch and sighed softly, practically sagging into the soft cushions. She fixed her odd-colored eyes on Cain, awaiting his response.
"Well, one, I wanted to make sure you were alive and well. Two..." He trailed off and picked up the T.V remote as he took the seat next to her, draping his arm over the back of the couch. He clicked it on, and the news popped up. Ari watched it for a few minutes, eyebrows raised. Mysterious Rift? Was the guy really trying to draw attention to himself? If he kept it up, he'd likely be hunted and dead by the end of the week. After the news switched to another topic, Cain flicked off the T.V and turned to look at her, waiting for her response.
"Lame name." She smirked softly and took another swig of her water. Cain flashed her a crooked grin and shook his head for a moment before shooting her one of his really though looks. "Well, it's not like the humans really know whats going on. They don't know how he's doing what he's doing. Although he'll be in trouble with some hunters soon. They more than likely already know what's going on." Ari shrugged and rested her head back against the couch cushion, closing her eyes.
"Well, chances are the others have seen him. I wonder if anyone has a plan for this." Cain muttered under his breath. They both knew they needed to get to the boy before the Genesis hunters did, or the boy would be shark bait. Ari was pretty sure someone else had a plan, and they would more than likely call a meeting for it to fill other people in. It was only a matter of time before they got the message. For now though, she was tired, and Cain's couch was extremely comfortable. She wasn't going to be getting up any time soon unless she had to.
OOC Notes
There were two knocks at the door to the office; within a second, Lillia was up and across the room, cutting the third knock short. The boy at the door looked surprised for a moment, but surprise quickly turned to urgency.
"Oh... Miss Lillia, I should've guessed you'd be here too. But Xypher," he smiled, looking around Lillia to Xy, who smiled and gave him a quick wave "Miss Ariadne has returned from her assignment."
Xypher nodded, standing and dusting himself off. "Thanks, Rio. You can go home now if you want." He said politely, stalking over to the door. The boy thanked him, and left with a quick good bye. Xypher chuckled, resting his arm on Lillia as he reached her. "...Always so formal." He sighed, ruffling the girl's hair and passing by her and into the hallway. "Anywho, I've gotta get over to Cain's office 'n welcome back 'Miss Ariadne'. I also wanted to bring up our little rifting friend... I'll see you later sisser." He turned and began walking down the long hallway towards Cain's office, giving Lillia a wave over his shoulder.
"Alrighty then." Lillia said, rolling her eyes. She closed the door behind her and stalked down the hallway in the other direction. "I'll be waiting for you at your house. Movie night tonight, remember?"
"Of course." Xypher shouted back. He snickered to himself. Gods above, they were so immature around each other. Yelling down a hallway to communicate, without even facing each other. "Ahhh... better hurry up..." He muttered, teleporting down the hallway to Cain's office door. He gave it a quick knock before turning the handle and letting himself in.
"Hey Cain." Xypher said, leaning against the office door as he closed it behind him. He gave the man a wave, before turning his attention to Ari. "Hey Ari. Welcome back." He gave her a warm smile. "Now, welcomes aside, I'm sure Cain's told you about that Rifting asshole? Well, if he hasn't yet, there's some Rifting asshole using his powers to act like a Superhero."
"Oh... Miss Lillia, I should've guessed you'd be here too. But Xypher," he smiled, looking around Lillia to Xy, who smiled and gave him a quick wave "Miss Ariadne has returned from her assignment."
Xypher nodded, standing and dusting himself off. "Thanks, Rio. You can go home now if you want." He said politely, stalking over to the door. The boy thanked him, and left with a quick good bye. Xypher chuckled, resting his arm on Lillia as he reached her. "...Always so formal." He sighed, ruffling the girl's hair and passing by her and into the hallway. "Anywho, I've gotta get over to Cain's office 'n welcome back 'Miss Ariadne'. I also wanted to bring up our little rifting friend... I'll see you later sisser." He turned and began walking down the long hallway towards Cain's office, giving Lillia a wave over his shoulder.
"Alrighty then." Lillia said, rolling her eyes. She closed the door behind her and stalked down the hallway in the other direction. "I'll be waiting for you at your house. Movie night tonight, remember?"
"Of course." Xypher shouted back. He snickered to himself. Gods above, they were so immature around each other. Yelling down a hallway to communicate, without even facing each other. "Ahhh... better hurry up..." He muttered, teleporting down the hallway to Cain's office door. He gave it a quick knock before turning the handle and letting himself in.
"Hey Cain." Xypher said, leaning against the office door as he closed it behind him. He gave the man a wave, before turning his attention to Ari. "Hey Ari. Welcome back." He gave her a warm smile. "Now, welcomes aside, I'm sure Cain's told you about that Rifting asshole? Well, if he hasn't yet, there's some Rifting asshole using his powers to act like a Superhero."
OOC Notes
Talon's Vehicular Maintenance sat above the entrance to a small, grungy hole in the wall. It was rather large and cluttered with spare vehicle parts of all shapes and sizes. Tires were piled against the right wall while the back shelves were covered with body panels, pipes, rods, shocks, hub caps, anything that would possibly be needed for a vehicular overhaul. There was even a small, outdated internal combustion engine sitting beneath the range of tools covering the left wall. Sitting in the midst of it was a Razor Violet; a year old hydrogen fuelled muscle car. It followed the American style, with a bit of flair. A large, wide, low slung body. There were small dips and ripples in the Hydroglass body, giving the heavy machine a very organic look as the light highlighted the threatening black gloss. The heavily tinted windows, shining alloys and high performance tyres suggested that the owner of the vehicle was a bit more serious. The owner sat on a chair just outside. Talon, hood off so that his white skin and hair was highly visible in the shadows of the towering constructions overshadowing the streets, ignored any of the odd looks at him and the out of place car.
He simply sat staring at far wall with his intense red eyes. Leaning his elbows in his knees with his lower face covered by his aggressive mask. The traffic in this particular area was light; the only passer-bys were a few people who preferred to avoid the crowds. So the approach of several footsteps was a slightly unusual occurrence. The albino turned his head slightly, his eyes calmly watching those approaching. Several young men approached, dressed in torn and degraded clothes. They looked like members of one of the many gangs plaguing New York City. Yet they weren't the ones that commissioned Violet. Talon expressed no surprise or fear at their approach. He just waited for them. A larger man, the eldest with browned skin short blond hair and slightly fuzzy beard spoke first. "You Talon?" He snarled, ignoring the sign hanging above. Talon sat back in his chair and nodded impassively which seemed to agitate the leader of the arrivals. He obviously had expected more of a reaction. The men, taking Talon's agreement as their cue filtered past his chair and began to investigate the interior of the shop. As soon as one of them got a good look at the Violet he nodded to his leader. The bulk turned to Talon again, a smirk on his face "We're takin’ this ride." He stated, walking past the seventeen year old boldly. It was obvious that he expected some attempt to stop him and was disappointed when Talon didn't move or seem to register. Not letting his annoyance get the better of him he began to boss his subordinates around. Demanding they find the keys when they conveyed the state of the vehicle as locked. After a few minutes of fruitless searching, during which the sound of many displaced metal and carbometals resounded out of the doorway, the gang members exited and arranged themselves next to Talon, still sitting on his chair.
"Kid" The leader growled "Where’s the keys?" The gang members shuffled, threatening, eager for a fight. Talon looked over, letting an irritating silence pass before he spoke. "In my pocket." He declared words emotionless and carefully spoken. The minions chuckled, expectant. Their blond-haired leader grinned, as eager as them "You gonna give them to me?" He asked, his every tone hoping for a denial. He got one. Talon shook his head and the leader swung. The large shape of the fist would generally call for an attempt to avoid it but the albino didn't. The knuckles struck him hard in the side of his jaw, propelling him off the chair and away from the aggressors. He didn't exclaim but a sound did ring out. The brute held his fist in one hand whincing. "What the hell?" He exclaimed looking daggers at Talon. "That mask" His eyes narrowed as he recognised what caused him to injure himself "What’s it made out of?" He approached Talon, followed by his cohorts. Talon didn't back down as they approached, he just stood still, watching them with blood-red eyes. The boy’s hands curled into fists, preparing for a fight. His enemies approached, unknown of what they were going up against. Beneath his hoodie Talon’s body was shifting, a layer of tough scales coated his torso and arms. The leader attacked again swinging a heavy fist at the boy’s midriff. Instead of attempting to escape or just take the blow, Talon moved into it, his arms came up grasping on to his foes moving fist, halting its progress with animalistic strength. He yelled as claws dug into his flesh, drawing warm blood. In surprise the blond looked from the gashes on his arm to the albino’s face, jaw gaping. He looked into the red eyes and was afraid, afraid of the tint of madness he could see in them. The pause was enough for Talon to act; he had control of himself but could feel the animal awakening. Already his strength and speed felt heightened, pumped by some unnatural adrenaline. The boy ripped his talons out of the man’s arm brought his shoulder to bear. His power took the larger man down. With Talon kneeling on his chest the man was helpless. His allies were coming to help, but they were too slow compared to Talon’s animal instincts. A claw went for his foe’s throat, ripping flesh and arteries. Blood burst from his torn neck, staining the boy’s white hands red. Talon was leaping from the dead man’s chest as the others slowed, shocked by the sudden, violent death of their leader. They didn’t get a chance to run. Talon was upon them, bones shifted and grew, piercing his flesh and protruding into spines lining his fore arms. He began to loose himself, he knew that these did not have to die, yet the beast didn’t let him stop. He felt no guilt or remorse as he slaughtered them, slicing and impaling their defenceless bodies. It was over quickly in a mess of blood and flesh.
With the need gone his animal receded, leaving a blood coated Talon standing, his face expressionless. Then the screaming began, across and down the small street a pair of women had observed the carnage. For the first time Talon registered a touch of emotion. His eyes widened in surprise and fear. As quick as the expression manifested it was gone. The boy quickly ran to the door of the Violet, fishing the keys from his pocket. His actions were hurried, showing a little fear that wasn’t otherwise visible. The hysterical screaming from across the road continued, bring others down the lane. People who had some sort of control of themselves, not being witness to a monster. As one of the new arrivals readied a call to the police the Violet shot out of the shop and fled the scene at high speed. No one caught its number plate and if they had it wouldn’t matter. The police found the car abandoned outside a gutted apartment building. There was obvious sign of habitation but the resident had disappeared. The DNA or prints didn’t match any in their databases and no one could offer any description. The witness could only testify that they saw “A monster.” Soon the small event became a state wide mystery. Local news channels publicised requests for any information. Talon knew they were looking for him; he had relocated his home elsewhere in the city. He would wait for it to blow over and restart his business with more reputable customers.
He simply sat staring at far wall with his intense red eyes. Leaning his elbows in his knees with his lower face covered by his aggressive mask. The traffic in this particular area was light; the only passer-bys were a few people who preferred to avoid the crowds. So the approach of several footsteps was a slightly unusual occurrence. The albino turned his head slightly, his eyes calmly watching those approaching. Several young men approached, dressed in torn and degraded clothes. They looked like members of one of the many gangs plaguing New York City. Yet they weren't the ones that commissioned Violet. Talon expressed no surprise or fear at their approach. He just waited for them. A larger man, the eldest with browned skin short blond hair and slightly fuzzy beard spoke first. "You Talon?" He snarled, ignoring the sign hanging above. Talon sat back in his chair and nodded impassively which seemed to agitate the leader of the arrivals. He obviously had expected more of a reaction. The men, taking Talon's agreement as their cue filtered past his chair and began to investigate the interior of the shop. As soon as one of them got a good look at the Violet he nodded to his leader. The bulk turned to Talon again, a smirk on his face "We're takin’ this ride." He stated, walking past the seventeen year old boldly. It was obvious that he expected some attempt to stop him and was disappointed when Talon didn't move or seem to register. Not letting his annoyance get the better of him he began to boss his subordinates around. Demanding they find the keys when they conveyed the state of the vehicle as locked. After a few minutes of fruitless searching, during which the sound of many displaced metal and carbometals resounded out of the doorway, the gang members exited and arranged themselves next to Talon, still sitting on his chair.
"Kid" The leader growled "Where’s the keys?" The gang members shuffled, threatening, eager for a fight. Talon looked over, letting an irritating silence pass before he spoke. "In my pocket." He declared words emotionless and carefully spoken. The minions chuckled, expectant. Their blond-haired leader grinned, as eager as them "You gonna give them to me?" He asked, his every tone hoping for a denial. He got one. Talon shook his head and the leader swung. The large shape of the fist would generally call for an attempt to avoid it but the albino didn't. The knuckles struck him hard in the side of his jaw, propelling him off the chair and away from the aggressors. He didn't exclaim but a sound did ring out. The brute held his fist in one hand whincing. "What the hell?" He exclaimed looking daggers at Talon. "That mask" His eyes narrowed as he recognised what caused him to injure himself "What’s it made out of?" He approached Talon, followed by his cohorts. Talon didn't back down as they approached, he just stood still, watching them with blood-red eyes. The boy’s hands curled into fists, preparing for a fight. His enemies approached, unknown of what they were going up against. Beneath his hoodie Talon’s body was shifting, a layer of tough scales coated his torso and arms. The leader attacked again swinging a heavy fist at the boy’s midriff. Instead of attempting to escape or just take the blow, Talon moved into it, his arms came up grasping on to his foes moving fist, halting its progress with animalistic strength. He yelled as claws dug into his flesh, drawing warm blood. In surprise the blond looked from the gashes on his arm to the albino’s face, jaw gaping. He looked into the red eyes and was afraid, afraid of the tint of madness he could see in them. The pause was enough for Talon to act; he had control of himself but could feel the animal awakening. Already his strength and speed felt heightened, pumped by some unnatural adrenaline. The boy ripped his talons out of the man’s arm brought his shoulder to bear. His power took the larger man down. With Talon kneeling on his chest the man was helpless. His allies were coming to help, but they were too slow compared to Talon’s animal instincts. A claw went for his foe’s throat, ripping flesh and arteries. Blood burst from his torn neck, staining the boy’s white hands red. Talon was leaping from the dead man’s chest as the others slowed, shocked by the sudden, violent death of their leader. They didn’t get a chance to run. Talon was upon them, bones shifted and grew, piercing his flesh and protruding into spines lining his fore arms. He began to loose himself, he knew that these did not have to die, yet the beast didn’t let him stop. He felt no guilt or remorse as he slaughtered them, slicing and impaling their defenceless bodies. It was over quickly in a mess of blood and flesh.
With the need gone his animal receded, leaving a blood coated Talon standing, his face expressionless. Then the screaming began, across and down the small street a pair of women had observed the carnage. For the first time Talon registered a touch of emotion. His eyes widened in surprise and fear. As quick as the expression manifested it was gone. The boy quickly ran to the door of the Violet, fishing the keys from his pocket. His actions were hurried, showing a little fear that wasn’t otherwise visible. The hysterical screaming from across the road continued, bring others down the lane. People who had some sort of control of themselves, not being witness to a monster. As one of the new arrivals readied a call to the police the Violet shot out of the shop and fled the scene at high speed. No one caught its number plate and if they had it wouldn’t matter. The police found the car abandoned outside a gutted apartment building. There was obvious sign of habitation but the resident had disappeared. The DNA or prints didn’t match any in their databases and no one could offer any description. The witness could only testify that they saw “A monster.” Soon the small event became a state wide mystery. Local news channels publicised requests for any information. Talon knew they were looking for him; he had relocated his home elsewhere in the city. He would wait for it to blow over and restart his business with more reputable customers.
OOC Notes
Black patent leather heels clicked against the sidewalk, wearer paying no attention to the large puddles littering the cracked pavement as she calmly strolled down the road. Her outfit wasn't particularly suited to the rainy weather, the only real cover being a yellow shrug covering a rather revealing black top and skirt. Formerly wavy auburn hair clung to her shoulders, damp from the rain and dull from the partly rinsed out products. The woman paused a moment to push her bangs to the side, glancing around the abandoned street before continuing on her way, footsteps echoing through the silent division like gunshots.
It was obvious from first glance that unless you were a specific kind of person this wasn't the kind of lady you would think of striking up a conversation with. her outfit was accessorized with fishnets and far too much makeup, and though she was attractive, her overall appearance was a bit disheveled from the amount of time spent outside that night. She turned a corner onto the next road, stopping briefly to check her location before carrying forward in her new direction.
Despite what the state of her outfit was, and the fact that there were no men to be picked up in this part of town, she walked with an oddly confidant air, taking her time as she walked. A woman on her own at night would usually be moving at a faster pace, trying to get her destination as fast as possible, especially in a place like New York. But she carried on in her odd way, lingering in front of any particularly interesting signs or buildings once in a while when they caught her eye.
The next thing that caught her eye, however, was not a sign or building. It was a small figure in the distance, seemingly female and, like herself, not at all dressed for the weather. She stared for a moment, curiosity piqued, before starting off towards the other person in a more direct fashion that her former dawdling. When she was close enough to see the girl clearer, she slowed down a bit, not wanting to seem like she'd been hurrying up to her or anything. A look from this distance told her that this girl seemed far too young to be out this late, especially on her own, and that she was holding a bottle of alcohol despite her age.
"Hey!" She called out to her, sounding only vaguely concerned. "What are you doing, kid? You seem a little lost."
It was obvious from first glance that unless you were a specific kind of person this wasn't the kind of lady you would think of striking up a conversation with. her outfit was accessorized with fishnets and far too much makeup, and though she was attractive, her overall appearance was a bit disheveled from the amount of time spent outside that night. She turned a corner onto the next road, stopping briefly to check her location before carrying forward in her new direction.
Despite what the state of her outfit was, and the fact that there were no men to be picked up in this part of town, she walked with an oddly confidant air, taking her time as she walked. A woman on her own at night would usually be moving at a faster pace, trying to get her destination as fast as possible, especially in a place like New York. But she carried on in her odd way, lingering in front of any particularly interesting signs or buildings once in a while when they caught her eye.
The next thing that caught her eye, however, was not a sign or building. It was a small figure in the distance, seemingly female and, like herself, not at all dressed for the weather. She stared for a moment, curiosity piqued, before starting off towards the other person in a more direct fashion that her former dawdling. When she was close enough to see the girl clearer, she slowed down a bit, not wanting to seem like she'd been hurrying up to her or anything. A look from this distance told her that this girl seemed far too young to be out this late, especially on her own, and that she was holding a bottle of alcohol despite her age.
"Hey!" She called out to her, sounding only vaguely concerned. "What are you doing, kid? You seem a little lost."
OOC Notes
Loud blaring music drowned out coherent speech in the nightclub. The rhythmic beats pulsed and throbbed, moving the crowd back and forth, up and down. They almost looked like a hive mind, flowing with a co-ordination only seen in places like this. In the very core of the crowd writhed the mastermind, known only as Seamstress. She swayed back and forth, brushing up against her fellow club-dwellers and causing them to flow outwards, creating the ripple effect.
After a few hours of her trance, she broke away and plopped down on a stool at the bar. The bartender asked her what she wanted, so she signaled a one. The man nodded and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, setting it down in front of her. Seamstress tried to take it casually, but her eyes told otherwise. She needed this bottle. The whiskey couldn't have entered her body quickly enough for her. She drank the bottle in thick, rough gulps, eyes closed in pleasure. The whole thing was drained in under three minutes flat. Slamming the bottle down on the counter, Seamstress made an appreciative noise and nodded her head. Barman simply shook his head in sadness.
"Go home, girl! You're wasting your potential here!" he shouted over the music. A pair of goons approached her from behind. When the bartender noticed them, he tapped Seamstress on the nose and pointed. She gave the goons her attention, suddenly becoming less drunk.
"Hey Sewer, or Knitter, or whatever you call yourself! You owe the boss money!" goon number 1 yelled, pointing one meaty finger in her face. She struggled to focus on it, while uttering apologies and raising her hands in surrender. "C'mon we don't have time for your foreign act! Where's the cash!"
"Semo ed, Chad! A'cc wok kayo medoh. A doot meho kamo!" Seamstress pleaded. The first goon, Chad, clenched his teeth and shook his head.
"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to punch you in the face so hard you'll be spitting teeth!"
Seamstress got dangerously quiet. She crossed her arms and shook her head stubbornly. Chad's face turned beet red in fury. He reared back to punch her, throwing his arm in a wind-up. Seamstress turned around and slapped her hand on top of the empty whiskey bottle, causing it to go into her hand and disappear. Then she turned and straight punched Chad in the stomach. The sound of breaking glass was audible, as were his cries of panicked agony. Goon number two stared at his buddy, eyes popping out of his head. Seamstress picked up another empty bottle that was lying around and set it on the counter ominously. Goon 2 grabbed Chad and dragged him out of the club. She sighed and rested her head on her hand again, nodding off into a disappointed and angry sleep.
After a few hours of her trance, she broke away and plopped down on a stool at the bar. The bartender asked her what she wanted, so she signaled a one. The man nodded and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, setting it down in front of her. Seamstress tried to take it casually, but her eyes told otherwise. She needed this bottle. The whiskey couldn't have entered her body quickly enough for her. She drank the bottle in thick, rough gulps, eyes closed in pleasure. The whole thing was drained in under three minutes flat. Slamming the bottle down on the counter, Seamstress made an appreciative noise and nodded her head. Barman simply shook his head in sadness.
"Go home, girl! You're wasting your potential here!" he shouted over the music. A pair of goons approached her from behind. When the bartender noticed them, he tapped Seamstress on the nose and pointed. She gave the goons her attention, suddenly becoming less drunk.
"Hey Sewer, or Knitter, or whatever you call yourself! You owe the boss money!" goon number 1 yelled, pointing one meaty finger in her face. She struggled to focus on it, while uttering apologies and raising her hands in surrender. "C'mon we don't have time for your foreign act! Where's the cash!"
"Semo ed, Chad! A'cc wok kayo medoh. A doot meho kamo!" Seamstress pleaded. The first goon, Chad, clenched his teeth and shook his head.
"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to punch you in the face so hard you'll be spitting teeth!"
Seamstress got dangerously quiet. She crossed her arms and shook her head stubbornly. Chad's face turned beet red in fury. He reared back to punch her, throwing his arm in a wind-up. Seamstress turned around and slapped her hand on top of the empty whiskey bottle, causing it to go into her hand and disappear. Then she turned and straight punched Chad in the stomach. The sound of breaking glass was audible, as were his cries of panicked agony. Goon number two stared at his buddy, eyes popping out of his head. Seamstress picked up another empty bottle that was lying around and set it on the counter ominously. Goon 2 grabbed Chad and dragged him out of the club. She sighed and rested her head on her hand again, nodding off into a disappointed and angry sleep.
OOC Notes
Ari heard a knock on the door and felt Cain get up from where he was sitting next to her on the couch. A moment later, the door opened, and she didn't have to open her eyes to know who it was. She had figured Xypher would pop in at some point, as he always did. Cain waved back to Xypher as he crossed the room and plopped himself down in his desk chair. She sighed softly and opened her eyes, realizing there was no chance of her getting a nap now. She slid her gaze lazily over to Xypher as he spoke and listening patiently, although she already knew what he was talking about. She sat up, pushing herself from the couch gracefully and arched her back into a stretch.
"Yes, the 'Mysterious Rift.' We should probably pick him up." She replied quietly, her voice soft compared to Xypher's usually loud one. She pulled her dark, waist length hair over her shoulder as she recalled the news she had just watched. It was probably best to pick him up as soon as possible and try to convince him to stay with the Armada. Unless...
"If you're going to pick him up, you'd better do it before the facility does. Which could be at any moment now." Cain said, propping his feet up on his desk and leaning back in his chair. He folded his arms across his broad chest, his blue eyes flicking from Xypher to Ari, then back. "I'll let the rest of the Armada know what you are up to, if you choose to do anything about it right now." He finished. Ari studied him for a moment before looking at Xypher and shrugging a shoulder.
"It doesn't matter to me whether it's us going to get him, or someone else. We could always send others." She said, crossing her arms over her flat stomach, hoping to hide the small growl it let out. She hadn't realized how hungry she was, but that could wait if Xypher wished to go now. The thought crossed her mind that the Facility could be using the Rifter as bait, but she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Even if they were, she and Xypher could handle themselves well. If they decided to send someone else, she would have to bring this up with whoever was going.
It was important to get to the Rifter before the Facility did, but Ari just wanted to get it done and over with. It would probably go quicker if she went. Then she could come back, eat, and sleep for maybe two hours before getting up again to deal with the new kid. She picked up her water again and popped the cap to take a sip as she waited for Xypher's decision.
"Yes, the 'Mysterious Rift.' We should probably pick him up." She replied quietly, her voice soft compared to Xypher's usually loud one. She pulled her dark, waist length hair over her shoulder as she recalled the news she had just watched. It was probably best to pick him up as soon as possible and try to convince him to stay with the Armada. Unless...
"If you're going to pick him up, you'd better do it before the facility does. Which could be at any moment now." Cain said, propping his feet up on his desk and leaning back in his chair. He folded his arms across his broad chest, his blue eyes flicking from Xypher to Ari, then back. "I'll let the rest of the Armada know what you are up to, if you choose to do anything about it right now." He finished. Ari studied him for a moment before looking at Xypher and shrugging a shoulder.
"It doesn't matter to me whether it's us going to get him, or someone else. We could always send others." She said, crossing her arms over her flat stomach, hoping to hide the small growl it let out. She hadn't realized how hungry she was, but that could wait if Xypher wished to go now. The thought crossed her mind that the Facility could be using the Rifter as bait, but she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Even if they were, she and Xypher could handle themselves well. If they decided to send someone else, she would have to bring this up with whoever was going.
It was important to get to the Rifter before the Facility did, but Ari just wanted to get it done and over with. It would probably go quicker if she went. Then she could come back, eat, and sleep for maybe two hours before getting up again to deal with the new kid. She picked up her water again and popped the cap to take a sip as she waited for Xypher's decision.
OOC Notes
(I resent some of those statements. 75% of his actions cant be described without letting on about the project. Which pisses off the CIA. Anyways, Enter NPC #1)
Matthew approached the red light. He wasn't quite in the mood for attention of any kind. He never really did though, and for some reason a few awesome acts gets you superhero title. Actually he resented that. He hated what they made him into. Granted his powers were awesome, but he had gone through a lot of pain and cruel things. However, a voice in his head then said "Matthew, turn right, park in the garage, and the enter the Fridays next to it. Tell them you are here for the person at Table 14. I ordered your favorites". Matthew was startled at first, then sighed. He knew exactly who it was. He did such, parking his motorcycle, and locking it up.
As he entered Fridays, he asked about Table 14, and the waiter led him to it, where a girl, who was about 12 years old, was sitting and waiting for him. "Rebeca, what are you doing here......" he asked, sighing. "Well you know i cant stay long, i prefer to keep my life normal as possible, but this is big. I recently connected with the mind of a CIA agent under cover. And i know it is exactly what your looking for..." she told him, pointing to the decryption key, or the pocket it was in anyways. She handed him a piece of paper. "I cant stay, and the data your looking for can only be decrypted when they are all together. That list is of 4 places where a piece is. There are 10 in total. Good luck, and i also already payed...." she told him, then standing up and leaving. Soon after his food arrived, just how he liked it. He could only let out a small chuckles, and ate the burger and fries, just made like he liked it. Sometimes she scared him. Then in his head he heard "i know..". And that was why.
So now he sat, taking in the delicious meal, and relaxing. The CIA couldn't approach him here, not in such a public place. Of course, perhaps one of the other escapees could find him here, but not the CIA. It was also rather ironic too, he was stealing Intelligence from people who gathered intelligence. So he sat, sipping his milkshake, eating a great meal. This, a nice normal life, is what he really wanted. That and revenge. He had seen more action then some people in the army. So now he relaxed, taking in the moment of peace.
Matthew approached the red light. He wasn't quite in the mood for attention of any kind. He never really did though, and for some reason a few awesome acts gets you superhero title. Actually he resented that. He hated what they made him into. Granted his powers were awesome, but he had gone through a lot of pain and cruel things. However, a voice in his head then said "Matthew, turn right, park in the garage, and the enter the Fridays next to it. Tell them you are here for the person at Table 14. I ordered your favorites". Matthew was startled at first, then sighed. He knew exactly who it was. He did such, parking his motorcycle, and locking it up.
As he entered Fridays, he asked about Table 14, and the waiter led him to it, where a girl, who was about 12 years old, was sitting and waiting for him. "Rebeca, what are you doing here......" he asked, sighing. "Well you know i cant stay long, i prefer to keep my life normal as possible, but this is big. I recently connected with the mind of a CIA agent under cover. And i know it is exactly what your looking for..." she told him, pointing to the decryption key, or the pocket it was in anyways. She handed him a piece of paper. "I cant stay, and the data your looking for can only be decrypted when they are all together. That list is of 4 places where a piece is. There are 10 in total. Good luck, and i also already payed...." she told him, then standing up and leaving. Soon after his food arrived, just how he liked it. He could only let out a small chuckles, and ate the burger and fries, just made like he liked it. Sometimes she scared him. Then in his head he heard "i know..". And that was why.
So now he sat, taking in the delicious meal, and relaxing. The CIA couldn't approach him here, not in such a public place. Of course, perhaps one of the other escapees could find him here, but not the CIA. It was also rather ironic too, he was stealing Intelligence from people who gathered intelligence. So he sat, sipping his milkshake, eating a great meal. This, a nice normal life, is what he really wanted. That and revenge. He had seen more action then some people in the army. So now he relaxed, taking in the moment of peace.
OOC Notes
"Hmm..." Xypher glanced over to the girl's stomach as it let out a small growl, and chuckled quietly. He shook his head briefly, before meeting her eyes worriedly. "Ari, you're going to work yourself to death. Go home, get some food into you, and get some rest." He smirked cockily. "I can handle this on my own. You and I both know how useless we are all when we're exhausted. Besides, how much trouble could one kid cause?" He was sure that she wouldn't agree to letting him go in alone, but he was hoping that for once she might. He uncrossed his arms and ran a hand slowly through his hair. He himself was exhausted from all of the work he'd already done in the day, and he could use any help Ari could offer, but he couldn't bear the thought of anything bad happening to her, or anyone he knew really. Nonetheless, he suppressed expressing how tired he actually was and went back to crossing his arms.
OOC Notes
"You and I both know that won't happen." She rolled her eyes, refusing to let him go this one alone. She could tell he was tired also, though he was trying to hide it. It would be best if the both of them went, even if they were exhausted. She was still good at what she did, even when she was tired. Xypher knew that, but he was just being a man about it. "Besides, you need me." She continued. Now it was her turn to shoot him a cocky smirk. They both knew her ability would come in handy if the boy refused to come with them. She pulled on the edge of her right glove out of habit, then folded her arms across her stomach again. Whether it was one kid or not, there was a chance that Xypher would need help, though he was also good at what he did. She was used to running on no sleep or food for at least three days during assignments, and she could last at least another day.
Cain eyed them both for a moment before putting in his opinion. "Maybe you two should send someone else so both of you can rest. I could assemble a team." He arched an eyebrow, hoping they would heed his advice and go get some sleep. Though he knew that wasn't likely. Xypher and Ari were the two most stubborn people he'd ever met.
"That's alright. We can handle it." Ari replied, though she wanted to give in for a split second. "It would be over faster if we were the ones to bring him in anyway." She finished with a shrug of her shoulder.
Cain eyed them both for a moment before putting in his opinion. "Maybe you two should send someone else so both of you can rest. I could assemble a team." He arched an eyebrow, hoping they would heed his advice and go get some sleep. Though he knew that wasn't likely. Xypher and Ari were the two most stubborn people he'd ever met.
"That's alright. We can handle it." Ari replied, though she wanted to give in for a split second. "It would be over faster if we were the ones to bring him in anyway." She finished with a shrug of her shoulder.
OOC Notes
Kounetsu started to regain consciouness. She was laying a bed in a dark room. She instantly grabbed at her possessions, but soon realized they were still on her. She pulled out her zippo and struck it on. It gave the room a little light, enough so that she could get out of it. She felt safe here for some reason, and since she didn't where she was from, maybe it's good that she goes on her intuition. She stepped out of the room and looked down the halls, seeing eople going everywhere on either side of her. She looked around, not reallly knowing where to go.
OOC Notes
"Huh..." Xypher sighed, uncrossing his arms and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, as much as I hate to admit it, you are probably right." He snickered, putting a hand on the doorknob and turning it, pulling the door open and stepping through. "Well, I'm going to go and ask Zulu if she can get a bead on this guy's current location." He waved over his shoulder at Cain in a very non-chalant manner. It wasn't put of disrespect for the man; simply the casual relationship they all had around here... Well, most had around here. "See yah, Cain. Don't worry; I'll bring her back without a scratch on her." He spun around, walking down the hall backwards as he spoke. "Ari, meet me at the Exit Door in a few minutes." And with that, he spun back around, and weaved around a girl with long, black hair. She seemed like she was confused; probably a new arrival. He was going to have to deal with her later, but at the moment he was a little too busy. He glanced at her and gave her a warm smile, waving at her as he passed her. "Welcome." He said, before teleporting to the far end of the hallway.
The Three Founders were located on the lowest level of the Basement floors. Xypher walked down the main staircase quickly, reaching the bottom floor with relative haste. He pushed open the reinforced door after a quick knock, and stepped in to the room. Ouka, Zulu, and Firus were all sitting down in their respective armchairs; Ouka and Zulu were reading, while Firus was typing away on his laptop. None of them looked up from what they were doing to greet the boy as he entered, but they did acknowledge him, even if it didn't show.
"Salut, Xypher." Zulu smiled as if he already knew what it was that the boy wanted... Well, he did already know what the boy wanted. "You wish to know the location of this... Rifting child?" He spoke slowly in his slight french accent. The man put his book down for a moment, closing his eyes to concentrate. The room seemed to fizzle with energy as he concentrated, making Xypher shudder a little. After close to three minutes, he opened his eyes, shaking his head in remorse. "I cannot get an exact fix on his location, but I can tell you that he is somewhere in the southern end of the city... Near Trinity. And they are making a move. I fear that if you do not hurry, it will be too late." Ouka and Firus remained silent, still concentrating intently on whatever it was they were doing.
"Thank you, Zulu." Xypher smiled, bowing slightly in respect, before making his way out of the room. As he closed the door behind him, he caught one last glimpse of the man, returning to his book. As he made his way up the stairs, he shook his head. They certainly were powerful; frighteningly so. But as envious as most mutants were of their intense power, Xypher strangely wasn't. In fact, he pitied them. They were under the constant stress of protecting the lives of so many, rarely ever stopping to eat, and only sleeping in turns. It was... sad really.
He jogged up the stairs towards the Exit Door quickly. Ari was probably already there, and he hated to keep her waiting.
The Three Founders were located on the lowest level of the Basement floors. Xypher walked down the main staircase quickly, reaching the bottom floor with relative haste. He pushed open the reinforced door after a quick knock, and stepped in to the room. Ouka, Zulu, and Firus were all sitting down in their respective armchairs; Ouka and Zulu were reading, while Firus was typing away on his laptop. None of them looked up from what they were doing to greet the boy as he entered, but they did acknowledge him, even if it didn't show.
"Salut, Xypher." Zulu smiled as if he already knew what it was that the boy wanted... Well, he did already know what the boy wanted. "You wish to know the location of this... Rifting child?" He spoke slowly in his slight french accent. The man put his book down for a moment, closing his eyes to concentrate. The room seemed to fizzle with energy as he concentrated, making Xypher shudder a little. After close to three minutes, he opened his eyes, shaking his head in remorse. "I cannot get an exact fix on his location, but I can tell you that he is somewhere in the southern end of the city... Near Trinity. And they are making a move. I fear that if you do not hurry, it will be too late." Ouka and Firus remained silent, still concentrating intently on whatever it was they were doing.
"Thank you, Zulu." Xypher smiled, bowing slightly in respect, before making his way out of the room. As he closed the door behind him, he caught one last glimpse of the man, returning to his book. As he made his way up the stairs, he shook his head. They certainly were powerful; frighteningly so. But as envious as most mutants were of their intense power, Xypher strangely wasn't. In fact, he pitied them. They were under the constant stress of protecting the lives of so many, rarely ever stopping to eat, and only sleeping in turns. It was... sad really.
He jogged up the stairs towards the Exit Door quickly. Ari was probably already there, and he hated to keep her waiting.
OOC Notes
Kounetsu walked around aimlessly, taking in the the whole environment. She Wondered how she got here, what this place even was. She soon found a smoking area. She lit her cigerrette and people watched, noticing how some were deformed in the weirdest way.....
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Ari rolled her eyes at Xy's comment on bringing her back without a scratch. Try saying that the other way around. Ari would be Xypher back without a scratch. She shot Cain a look before the door closed behind them, then glanced over at Xypher as he told her to meet him by the exit. She assumed he was going to find the location of the kid. She headed towards the exit, mentally preparing herself for a trap.
When she reached the exit, she leaned against the wall, folding her arms over her flat stomach. It let out a small growl again and she closed her odd colored eyes, forcing herself to not focus on her current physical condition. She would definitely last for getting this kid. She could probably last longer than that if she had to. She heard footsteps making their way towards her and she opened her eyes, her gaze resting on Xypher.
"Are we teleporting or taking my bike?" She asked, pushing herself away from the wall. Instead of a car, Ari used a motorcycle to get around. She preferred it much more than a car, since it was easier to maneuver in right places. It came in handy for rode chases or making a quick get away. Cain had given it to her as a gift for her last "birthday". She was glad to replace it with her old, banged up one.
When she reached the exit, she leaned against the wall, folding her arms over her flat stomach. It let out a small growl again and she closed her odd colored eyes, forcing herself to not focus on her current physical condition. She would definitely last for getting this kid. She could probably last longer than that if she had to. She heard footsteps making their way towards her and she opened her eyes, her gaze resting on Xypher.
"Are we teleporting or taking my bike?" She asked, pushing herself away from the wall. Instead of a car, Ari used a motorcycle to get around. She preferred it much more than a car, since it was easier to maneuver in right places. It came in handy for rode chases or making a quick get away. Cain had given it to her as a gift for her last "birthday". She was glad to replace it with her old, banged up one.
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"We can take the bike if you want." Xypher groaned, rolling his eyes. Though he knew it was a beautiful piece of machinery, and would definitely get them there less exhausted than him teleporting, he hated riding on the thing. Mainly because it meant that he had to ride on the back, clinging on to Ari for dear life. But that aside, he knew he wouldn't last if he had to teleport them both there and back. The boy glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes as he finished his climb up the stairs, resting against a wall.
"Zulu said that the boy was somewhere in Trinity. We can just take Broadway down there." He pushed the Exit Door open slowly, glancing out and assessing the alley it led out to for any onlookers. He'd for someone to see him coming out of what would appear to be a wall. The coast was clear, so he pushed the door open and told her to follow, then swiftly closed the door behind him. He began walking towards the exit of the alley, and to the nearby garage complex where they all kept their vehicles. Xypher himself had never learned how to drive, and didn't plan on it. He hated cars.
"Zulu said that the boy was somewhere in Trinity. We can just take Broadway down there." He pushed the Exit Door open slowly, glancing out and assessing the alley it led out to for any onlookers. He'd for someone to see him coming out of what would appear to be a wall. The coast was clear, so he pushed the door open and told her to follow, then swiftly closed the door behind him. He began walking towards the exit of the alley, and to the nearby garage complex where they all kept their vehicles. Xypher himself had never learned how to drive, and didn't plan on it. He hated cars.
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"Then I guess we'll be taking Stryk." She replied with a smirk. She had always named her bikes, though she wasn't sure why. She knew Xypher hated vehicles, but she also knew he wouldn't last on teleporting, especially with how exhausted he already was. She slid her keys from the front pocket of her black skinny jeans and twirled them around her finger lazily. As they got closer to the garage, her phone vibrated obnoxiously in her back pocket. She sighed, glancing at the Caller ID to see it was Cain calling. She grumbled something inaudible under her breath and pressed the green button to pick up.
"Miss me already?" She asked in greeting. They were nearing the garage by now, so he needed to make this quick. They had a kid to catch before the facility came after him, and if they were lucky, they wouldn't run into any problems. Though that wasn't likely.
"Yes, that's exactly why I'm calling." He replied sarcastically, before continuing. "Looks like there are a bunch of kids who want to be superheros. Or in this case, 'The Monster'. There's been another spotting, and this time, five humans ended up dead. The witnesses call this kid a monster. They swear they saw him ripping them apart with his own hands. You might want to be careful. I assume you'll be sent to pick that one up after you get done with the kid you're after now. I already contacted Zulu, and he knows where the...murders took place. There's this little car shop, called Talon's near by. Chances are, the kid already relocated, though it shouldn't be far from there. Zulu could only give a general area, and he said it was near Trinity also." Cain's lazy drawl cracked a little from phone static as he explained. Ari sighed and flicked a glance at Xypher. Picking up one kid was one thing...but another? It seemed this one would be more difficult also.
"Alright. Thanks, Cain." She clicked the end button and shoved her phone back into her pocket. By the time she got done explaining what she'd heard to Xypher, they had reached not only the garage, but her bike also. She slid onto the front seat and shoved the key into the ignition. Stryk's engine rumbled to life and she revved him up a little to get him warmed up.
"Miss me already?" She asked in greeting. They were nearing the garage by now, so he needed to make this quick. They had a kid to catch before the facility came after him, and if they were lucky, they wouldn't run into any problems. Though that wasn't likely.
"Yes, that's exactly why I'm calling." He replied sarcastically, before continuing. "Looks like there are a bunch of kids who want to be superheros. Or in this case, 'The Monster'. There's been another spotting, and this time, five humans ended up dead. The witnesses call this kid a monster. They swear they saw him ripping them apart with his own hands. You might want to be careful. I assume you'll be sent to pick that one up after you get done with the kid you're after now. I already contacted Zulu, and he knows where the...murders took place. There's this little car shop, called Talon's near by. Chances are, the kid already relocated, though it shouldn't be far from there. Zulu could only give a general area, and he said it was near Trinity also." Cain's lazy drawl cracked a little from phone static as he explained. Ari sighed and flicked a glance at Xypher. Picking up one kid was one thing...but another? It seemed this one would be more difficult also.
"Alright. Thanks, Cain." She clicked the end button and shoved her phone back into her pocket. By the time she got done explaining what she'd heard to Xypher, they had reached not only the garage, but her bike also. She slid onto the front seat and shoved the key into the ignition. Stryk's engine rumbled to life and she revved him up a little to get him warmed up.
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Xypher shook his head in response to what Ari said, keeping stride with her. He was agitated that yet another new mutant had put himself in the news, especially so soon after the Rifter did.
"What is with these kids?" He knew he really shouldn't be talking, considering his hot-headed and arrogant nature, but at least he knew better than to display his powers in public. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose again. "Well, we need to focus on the Rifter for now. I'm assuming that this 'Monster' guy's either new, or hasn't made too much of a ruckus until now." He stretched upwards, his back and neck making loud, cracking noises, and let out a yawn. As they approached the bike, Xypher looked at in in reproach. He grimaced at it as Ari straddled the seat and revved the engine. He took a deep breath, climbing on.
"Ugh... Stupid thing..." He muttered as he straddled the back seat, and wrapped his arms reluctantly around Ari's waist. "If I fall off, I'm gonna kill you." He said with a smirk. "Just so you know."
"What is with these kids?" He knew he really shouldn't be talking, considering his hot-headed and arrogant nature, but at least he knew better than to display his powers in public. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose again. "Well, we need to focus on the Rifter for now. I'm assuming that this 'Monster' guy's either new, or hasn't made too much of a ruckus until now." He stretched upwards, his back and neck making loud, cracking noises, and let out a yawn. As they approached the bike, Xypher looked at in in reproach. He grimaced at it as Ari straddled the seat and revved the engine. He took a deep breath, climbing on.
"Ugh... Stupid thing..." He muttered as he straddled the back seat, and wrapped his arms reluctantly around Ari's waist. "If I fall off, I'm gonna kill you." He said with a smirk. "Just so you know."
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Ari glanced at him over her shoulder and rolled her eyes, one of her rare smiles tugging at the corners of her lips. "Call my bike stupid one more time and we'll see what happens." She replied teasingly. She dropped her feet to the ground on either side of the motorcycle, though she could barely reach it with her small stature. Her toes brushed against the ground lightly as she backed out of their parking space. She paused a moment before taking off and glanced over her shoulder again.
"Hold on tightly and you won't fall off. Oh, and before I forget: Does the little baby need a helmet?" She asked, smirking at Xypher. She didn't understand his dislike for her bike, but she figured maybe he'd feel safer if he had a helmet, even if he wouldn't admit it. The only other person that rode on Stryk with her was Cain, and he was fine without one. Then again, he didn't hold any kind of hatred against vehicles, and she didn't have to worry about how tightly he held onto her. The first time Xypher had been with her on Stryk, he had almost squeezed the very breath out of her. She had bruises on her waist and stomach for the two weeks that followed to prove it also. He was better now, but it still made her smile a little when she remembered how much he hated it the first time.
"Hold on tightly and you won't fall off. Oh, and before I forget: Does the little baby need a helmet?" She asked, smirking at Xypher. She didn't understand his dislike for her bike, but she figured maybe he'd feel safer if he had a helmet, even if he wouldn't admit it. The only other person that rode on Stryk with her was Cain, and he was fine without one. Then again, he didn't hold any kind of hatred against vehicles, and she didn't have to worry about how tightly he held onto her. The first time Xypher had been with her on Stryk, he had almost squeezed the very breath out of her. She had bruises on her waist and stomach for the two weeks that followed to prove it also. He was better now, but it still made her smile a little when she remembered how much he hated it the first time.
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Xypher snickered at the girl's comment, letting go of his death-grip on her for a second to shrug his shoulders in a sarcastic manner. "I'll try my hardest." Almost instantly afterwards, the bike began to move, and his once calm, sarcastic demeanor vanished as his arms flew back to their original position. He didn't even know why he hated vehicles so much; perhaps it was because he preferred the feeling of teleporting, perhaps something had happened to him before Genesis that had made him the way he is now... All he knew and cared about was that he hated them.
As the bike sped into motion, his grip tightened. Over the whistling of the wind, he could hear Ari talking to him, asking him if he needed a helmet. "Screw you!" He replied with a smirk, almost tempted to loosen his grip on her and give her the middle finger. Almost. "If I fall off, I'll just teleport back on, genius." He shouted over the roaring of the engine and the sound of the wind, hoping she would hear him.
The drive to Trinity didn't take long; only about five minutes or so. They neared a public garage, and Xypher began shouting yet again. "Pull in there and park! We'll have a better chance of finding him on foot!"
As the bike sped into motion, his grip tightened. Over the whistling of the wind, he could hear Ari talking to him, asking him if he needed a helmet. "Screw you!" He replied with a smirk, almost tempted to loosen his grip on her and give her the middle finger. Almost. "If I fall off, I'll just teleport back on, genius." He shouted over the roaring of the engine and the sound of the wind, hoping she would hear him.
The drive to Trinity didn't take long; only about five minutes or so. They neared a public garage, and Xypher began shouting yet again. "Pull in there and park! We'll have a better chance of finding him on foot!"
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Ari's soft chuckle was muted by the whistling of the wind around them as she sped down the road. She grimaced a little as he shouted in her ear, almost blowing her eardrum. Sure, they were on a bike and the wind whistling around them was loud, but Jesus. He was right behind her, and his death-grip around her waist had him practically molded to her. She could have heard him just fine if he had spoken normally. Nonetheless, she pulled into the parking space and kicked the stand down on her bike. She cut the engine and pulled her keys out of the ignition. She waited a moment for Xypher to let go before swinging her leg over the side of the seat gracefully and standing straight. She brushed a hand through her dark hair, shifting her odd colored eyes over to Xypher.
"The most common places would be alleys, food places...maybe a convenience store." She shrugged a shoulder as she pulled out her phone to check the time. It was getting pretty late, so it was possible that the Rifter was either finding shelter, food, or some new clothes. That's what she could do anyway.
"The most common places would be alleys, food places...maybe a convenience store." She shrugged a shoulder as she pulled out her phone to check the time. It was getting pretty late, so it was possible that the Rifter was either finding shelter, food, or some new clothes. That's what she could do anyway.
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The sound of a helicopter alighted upon the ears of Ari and Xypher as they entered the garage. A spotlight appeared, swam around for a few brief moments and then turned off. The flying machine hovered for a few more moments before fluttering away. It was quiet now, accept for an odd, metallic warbling sound. It came from the street and if Ari or Xypher looked out they would see a brief flash of something that looked like a cross between an insect, an octopus and- all of the nearby street, store, and garage lights turned off, simultaneously. The sight they got of the. . . thing was so short they might wonder if they saw it at all. But this was not normal, that was clear. A quiet mechanical whir sounded down the street and a red light turned towards the pair's location for a moment. It was likely they were hiding so the red aperture merely stared at the stone pillar for a few moments before turning away. A drizzle of rain began to fall, the raindrops lit up by the strange, red, circular glow.
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"No threats detected, moving towards target." The machine spewed this transmission back to it's 'mind' back at home. Though, all that anyone nearby would hear would have been a very quick buzz. When the machine could communicate with its other self at light-speeds, all the outside world heard was a gargle. The machine didn't care, it had a directive. Find and capture the mutant who had been making himself known as "rift." The people back at HQ had a good laugh about that, a mutant making itself public, even if it wasn't much of an appearance, it was a death wish on the mutants part. Thankfully this had given them the opportunity they needed to field test their new toy. ALEX, was on the move.
It's shackled programing did not allow it to access the internet, but the machine, even from a mobile platform, had proximity hacking capabilities. It had direct control of what power was on, or off. It controlled what communication when in and out. But most importantly, it saw through the eyes of every camera within 2 blocks. It was by these means that the formidable AI platform found it's target. The machine was bipedal, but also had wheels. Wheels that it was currently using. The skates carried it down the streets so quickly that it had reached the building in a matter of minutes. The wheels retracted into it's legs and it slowed to a steady trot. The red light stood several feet above the ground and swiveled this way and that as the ocular sensor took in data. The ALEX gazed into the closed store and found it's target, the rift-opener. With a loud crash of glass shattering, the metal beast rammed through the doors of the small shop.
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"No threats detected, moving towards target." The machine spewed this transmission back to it's 'mind' back at home. Though, all that anyone nearby would hear would have been a very quick buzz. When the machine could communicate with its other self at light-speeds, all the outside world heard was a gargle. The machine didn't care, it had a directive. Find and capture the mutant who had been making himself known as "rift." The people back at HQ had a good laugh about that, a mutant making itself public, even if it wasn't much of an appearance, it was a death wish on the mutants part. Thankfully this had given them the opportunity they needed to field test their new toy. ALEX, was on the move.
It's shackled programing did not allow it to access the internet, but the machine, even from a mobile platform, had proximity hacking capabilities. It had direct control of what power was on, or off. It controlled what communication when in and out. But most importantly, it saw through the eyes of every camera within 2 blocks. It was by these means that the formidable AI platform found it's target. The machine was bipedal, but also had wheels. Wheels that it was currently using. The skates carried it down the streets so quickly that it had reached the building in a matter of minutes. The wheels retracted into it's legs and it slowed to a steady trot. The red light stood several feet above the ground and swiveled this way and that as the ocular sensor took in data. The ALEX gazed into the closed store and found it's target, the rift-opener. With a loud crash of glass shattering, the metal beast rammed through the doors of the small shop.
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OOC: Negate last post completely.
Kounetsu looked at the teleporting man. It suddenly clicked. "Ah, I get it now." She looked at everyone walking around her,"A home for freaks... I like it." A man turned to her, giving her a glare and 'cleared his throat'. She turned to him and rolled her eyes,"Get over yourself." She bitch-flipped her hair and walked toward the direction the man teleported in. "Obviously, I need to find out how I got here, and why I'm here. He greeted me, caught my attention.....boy do I feel sorry for him." She went to search for this man. She walked around aimlessly, flipping her zippo as nervous habit. She didn't mind, this was how she would learn the area better.
Kounetsu looked at the teleporting man. It suddenly clicked. "Ah, I get it now." She looked at everyone walking around her,"A home for freaks... I like it." A man turned to her, giving her a glare and 'cleared his throat'. She turned to him and rolled her eyes,"Get over yourself." She bitch-flipped her hair and walked toward the direction the man teleported in. "Obviously, I need to find out how I got here, and why I'm here. He greeted me, caught my attention.....boy do I feel sorry for him." She went to search for this man. She walked around aimlessly, flipping her zippo as nervous habit. She didn't mind, this was how she would learn the area better.
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As the bike slowed, Xypher began to slowly let go of his vice-grip around the girl's waist. He was chuckling to himself at Ari's remarks about where to find the boy; it sounded exactly like something she would do. But out in the distance, he could hear something... A chopper, perhaps? He paid it no mind at first, but as a bright red spotlight swung it's path in towards their direction, he immediately went into defense mode. He grabbed Ari's gloved hands and teleported behind a support pillar, and threw his back against it, most likely bruising and scratching himself. He quickly pulled Ari closer to him, being sure to avoid skin contact, and hushed her. The man listened intently for a few seconds, hearing a strange buzzing noise. The buzzing grew fainter and fainter, implying that its source was moving itself farther away from them. He glanced around the beam, as the sound disappeared, and let go of the girl.
"What in the hell--" Xypher muttered quietly as he caught a glimpse of the noise's source before it turned a corner. "It was some kind of robot..." He stared in awe for a second, before it clicked. "Shit. They've sent something in..."
This was not good. They truly were in a race against time now. If that thing found the Rifter before they did, he'd be toast. And if they had to fight that thing... Well, there was no telling what it could do, but considering the fact that it came from the same people who discovered a way to speed up evolution, probably a lot. From the corner it rounded, the sound of smashing glass was heard.
"...And it's found him." Immediately, he leaped into action, dashing off towards the street the robot had turned on to. "C'mmon!" He yelled back at Ari desperately.
"What in the hell--" Xypher muttered quietly as he caught a glimpse of the noise's source before it turned a corner. "It was some kind of robot..." He stared in awe for a second, before it clicked. "Shit. They've sent something in..."
This was not good. They truly were in a race against time now. If that thing found the Rifter before they did, he'd be toast. And if they had to fight that thing... Well, there was no telling what it could do, but considering the fact that it came from the same people who discovered a way to speed up evolution, probably a lot. From the corner it rounded, the sound of smashing glass was heard.
"...And it's found him." Immediately, he leaped into action, dashing off towards the street the robot had turned on to. "C'mmon!" He yelled back at Ari desperately.
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Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
No, Skuls still with us. It's my post now, actually. I've been working on quite a wordy one to attempt to compensate for the majority of the month-long period before the assault.
Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
I would bet it's Skul's post. The long period of inactivity has likely deterred Skul though. Next we see them, PM them.
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Ehh; on second thought, I don't think it'll be quite ready to be closed directly after my post. Another round, and we should be good.
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It'll only be a few more posts, but if you wouldn't mind taking on Sunspark for the new RP, that would be great~
Also, I'm not gonna lie; I chuckled at your post.
Also, I'm not gonna lie; I chuckled at your post.
Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
Post completed, Maverick's a jerk.
Also, if you desire a lightening of your load Zephyr, I could take over roleplaying as Sunspark.
Also, if you desire a lightening of your load Zephyr, I could take over roleplaying as Sunspark.
Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
Ceol, if you could make a quick post, followed by Skul and Lauth, I could wrap up this "chapter", and we could move on to the next.
Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
Surg and I really didn't have any plans together. The majority of the plans I made were with Skul, Lauth, and you. And those are all for later on anyways.
So yeah. We'll wrap this up quickly, as in get them out of the pub, explain some shit that would happen over the next month, and start up the second RP.
And I hope you all realize; it's only been two days in the Roleplay since we began. > >
How did we even manage that. At all.
So yeah. We'll wrap this up quickly, as in get them out of the pub, explain some shit that would happen over the next month, and start up the second RP.
And I hope you all realize; it's only been two days in the Roleplay since we began. > >
How did we even manage that. At all.
Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
Problem right now is that while there are still things going on, with Surg all disappeared Zephyr is ending up playing half the characters, and I can't see him wanting to roleplay with himself half the time. I think we should wrap things up quickly and move on soon. Maybe move some planned plot points to after the attack, as best we can manage.
Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
This does sound like a good idea. While there is this, that, and the other thing still going on, and the fact that most time skips for me have ended badly, I am unopposed. Perhaps it should be revealed if there were any backroom plots or plans with Surg so that the roleplay will progress better.
Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
I'm down with anything you all decide. I wouldn't feel comfortable taking on another person's character to lighten Zephyr's load but if needed I wouldn't mind adding an NPC or two to keep things moving along. Since everything is basically dead right now I'm in favour of moving to the attack soon, and getting another plotline started up quickly after that so any new roleplayers we bring in have a place to join. I really don't want this to die; while I may not be as active as a lot of the other players I really am having fun here.
Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
Ok, I'm still here. Sorry for the delay, I'm in the process of moving 1500 miles.
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Really? Strange, people are actually paying head to my suggestions now. Its a bit of a bizarre feeling that people like what I say and my opinions even though they are not my roleplays. I may bring in another character to the second chapter. Mostly because Talon isn't the most sociable of mutants.
Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
That does sound like a logical suggestion. We'll finish up with what we've got here, and then move on to Chapter two.
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I'm still around, I've sort of moved on while keeping one eye on this to see if it was going to resurrect itself. I saw your last post and was waiting until the 29th as you said for anything to happen. That seems quite a bit for you to take on Zephyr and lacking those two and the long time since anything happened DOR may only be a reanimated corpse of its previous self. We can hope for better of course since I'm assuming all the others are still active.
The reason I haven't posted with Talon is that I have no clue about any train of events that would bring him back into contact with the others since as I understand they are in a different club.
I myself am in favor of actually moving on to the actual assault of the Gensis facility quickly. Or at least the planning. I have a suggestion, perhaps too extreme, of creating a 'second chapter' roleplay immediately prior to the attack. Involving all the preparation and planning. You can bring in fresh writers as well as using our old characters and the events in this roleplay.
The reason I haven't posted with Talon is that I have no clue about any train of events that would bring him back into contact with the others since as I understand they are in a different club.
I myself am in favor of actually moving on to the actual assault of the Gensis facility quickly. Or at least the planning. I have a suggestion, perhaps too extreme, of creating a 'second chapter' roleplay immediately prior to the attack. Involving all the preparation and planning. You can bring in fresh writers as well as using our old characters and the events in this roleplay.
Re: [OOC] The Dawn of Rebellion
Okay, so seeing as I haven't heard hide nor tail from Resurgam in over a month, I am going to assume that he has lost interest in the RP, and am henceforth taking control of Brihan and Sunspark. TemplarWarden, if you would like me to, I could also take control of Ariadne, and try to re-integrate you into the RP. I will be making yet another post later today.
